Chapter 263 Consolation (Monthly Ticket 200 Plus More)

Frozen in the bedroom.

Aaron, who incarnated the 'Void Spirit', was standing at the place where Auclair died, but Loveman didn't notice it at all.

"Sure enough... as I thought, after discovering that the opponent is an 'evil spirit', unable to manipulate blood, not taking physical damage, and unable to escape, Loveman has to spend a huge price and use the curse technique to kill with one hit... "

"From an esoteric point of view, to curse an inhuman existence to death, he himself has to pay a terrible price."

"Unfortunately...he doesn't have any particularly powerful cards, and he didn't take the initiative to call for God to descend..."

"Of course, Si Sui are not operators either. It's impossible for believers to respond as soon as they call... It's a pity, otherwise, we might get more tonight..."

Aaron stretched out his hand and let the 'power of the secret source' surge.

The environment in the bedroom suddenly became dark, and Loveman was shocked to see that an illusory spirit body regenerated from the void and turned into the form of Eau Claire!

The evil spirit is reborn!

"Do not……"

There was a look of despair on his face.

It is clear that every time the evil spirit dies, it takes dozens or even hundreds of years to be resurrected, so why can this evil spirit cheat?

It's not fair!

But there is no absolute justice in the world.

Snapped!

Auclair snapped his fingers, and the coldness and silence reappeared.

The ice froze the weakened Loveman's body.

It grabbed the pistol, aimed it at Loveman's head, and pulled the trigger hard.

boom!

With one shot, the frozen Loveman's head was torn apart, and in the ice, there was a bloody little bat trying to struggle.

The demon worms rushed over immediately, devoured all the bats, and completely wiped out all the vitality of Loveman...

...

After a while.

The manor of Baron Jacques is on fire.

Aaron left peacefully, with a little regret.

"Loveman's cards are still too few, even if he prayed hoarsely before his death, there was no response..."

"Fortunately, the most important materials are still harvested."

He looked at the scarlet fangs on his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and quickly disappeared.

...

"My head hurts..."

When William woke up, he found himself lying on the very familiar bed in the rental house.

"Familiar ceiling...familiar sheets, familiar quilt smell...my last night!"

He suddenly turned pale, sat up, and remembered.

"It's Quentin, he found me...he took me captive...why...why didn't I end up being eaten?"

William pulled up his clothes and stroked the wound on his back, but it was smooth.

Only the traces of damage on the clothes showed that he was indeed injured last night.

His expression became even more confused: "That was not a dream... But at the end, I felt a bone-chilling cold... Is that the boss' extraordinary ability? Did he save me?"

Beyond that, William couldn't think of any other reason to survive.

"Never mind, go and ask the boss."

He got up quickly, and after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he walked out of the apartment and onto the street.

"Anyway, I survived..."

Facing the rising sun, William was almost moved to tears: "It feels so good to be alive."

He has never understood the laws of the hidden world as deeply as this moment - cherish life and stay away from mystery!

"Unfortunately...I can't go back."

William sighed and prepared to go to the roadside to buy some pies for breakfast.

As he passed a street corner, a newsboy in a peaked cap ran by, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and shouted: "Pulmouth Morning News! Last night's Jinfeller Jewelry Company was looted... Found dead in the downtown area. Horrible corpses... the suburban baron manor was set on fire!"

"Wait, give me one!"

William stopped the newsboy, took out a 1p coin, bought a newspaper, and browsed it quickly, saying, "So many things happened in Pulmouth last night... It was an uneasy night. ."

He hurriedly read the newspaper, bought a few more pies for breakfast, ate them as he walked, and came to the Hunter's Bar.

When he saw the bar sign again, William didn't know why, but he felt a little more reassured.

"Good morning, boss."

Pushing the door and entering the bar, William saw Aaron, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "What happened last night... Thank you!"

"Well, it's basically solved. Thanks to your bait effect, the harvest is good."

Aaron, who had obtained a 'red' relic of inhuman existence, was drinking a cup of hot cocoa and seemed to be in a good mood.

William breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw that Aaron was drinking hot cocoa, a smile appeared on his face.

——It’s not coffee. Today, I finally don’t have to do coffee divination and decipher those strange symbols.

After he obediently walked into the bar, he got busy.

As for the grammar school curriculum?

My life is almost over, of course, I have to work first, and then talk to the boss!

When William was diligently holding the mop and mopping the floor, Aaron slowly finished drinking the hot cocoa and said, "That club, if you don't go to that club in the future, they probably won't bother you again... As for the 'decree' Blood', it will probably take a while to subside."

The Blood Clothes Club is just a club. Although Quentin may be a member of the Gourmet Association, the current state is only 'missing'. It is still unknown how long it will take to confirm the death, find the enemy, and assess the strength of the enemy.

Even when it is discovered that the enemy is inhuman, whether it will go to war for an ordinary member is nothing to think about. Quentin is not worth it.

As for the 'Blood of Decay', the loss of a non-human existence inexplicably would have been painful for a long time.

The most important thing is that because Aaron made a neat move and killed him cleanly, he didn't even leave any clues for divination, and they couldn't even find the murderer!

"After all, I wear a mask when I go to the Black Queen, and Halsey, the professor and others who know my identity will not take the initiative to leak information... And William is the spokesperson of a craftsman, what does it have to do with the bar owner? Of course... ...There are certain doubts, and there may be temptations later, but I am worried that there are no other leeks to cut." Aaron had some expectations in his heart.

"Is the organization that has a blood feud with my family originally called 'Blood of Decay'? ... With the boss here, I can rest assured." William's mood was indescribably complicated. Looking around, he inexplicably thought of Isabelle special.

At this time, he realized how ignorant and ridiculous his idea of ​​​​establishing a church and developing members was.

'But Isabette is in great shape, especially the hip line...'

William swallowed: 'Well... it's okay to be a missionary or something, but Isabette can still be a good friend, it's even better to develop into a bed partner...'

As a young, physically healthy young man, it is normal to think about these things.

William actually had this idea long ago, of course, he didn't think about the marriage aspect.

It is also normal for two men and women who have worked hard in Pulmouth to comfort each other and keep warm.