Chapter 514 The Degree of Tragedy

While drinking coffee, Morataya chatted casually with Behfinger.

They all tried very hard to pretend they weren't the same person.

After a long while, as the coffee shop was about to close, Morataya put down her empty coffee cup, got up, paid for herself with her own money, smiled slightly at Behringer, left a message, and turned to leave the coffee shop.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs at the Central Building, Bechfinger."

Behrfinger gave her an OK sign, then packed his things to leave work.

Finally off work!

Behrfinger was so happy he hummed a song.

Yumeko Morita glanced at him subtly, hesitated for a long time, and ultimately decided not to speak.

After closing the shop door, Behrfinger smiled and said goodbye to her.

See you tomorrow, bye-bye~

"Okay, bye-bye, see you tomorrow."

Yumeko Morita stood there, staring blankly at his departing figure, before finally turning and leaving after a long while.

Upon arriving at the foot of the central building, Behfinger saw Morataya, who was already wearing a white-gold cloak, and sighed as he approached her. "What are we going to do next?"

"What can I do? Of course, I'll earn a little bit of emotional points." Morataya smiled, waving a closed fan in her hand.

Behrfinger shook his head and followed behind her.

"Go and change into church attire."

Turning around and entering the central building, Morataya left a message for Bechfinger.

"oh."

Sure enough, she loves to act.

They knew perfectly well, but they still insisted on acting.

Behfinger turned and ran into a secluded corner to quickly change his clothes, then caught up with Morataya, who was already standing outside the elevator.

Ignoring the curious yet evasive gazes of the people coming out of the elevator, the two stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

Stepping into the thirteenth floor, it was clearly a gathering place.

However, most of the people were already quite drunk, so they didn't react much when they saw two people in white and gold cloaks come in. The others looked at them with surprise and wariness, and even quietly moved away.

When Vermouth, disguised as a waitress, saw them, her pupils contracted slightly. The thought of Bertrand being unconscious from the pain made her grip on the tray tighten involuntarily.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Morataya and Behfinger walked toward a sofa by the window.

To be precise, their target was one of the men sitting over there.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched the direction they walked in.

Are their goals the same as hers?

In front of a large crowd, Morataya reached out her hand to the man sitting in the middle of the sofa, her voice sounding eerie, as if she were wearing a voice changer.

"I've found you, lost soul."

"Ready to enter heaven?"

From the moment he saw them, the man's face changed drastically, cold sweat poured down his back, but his legs went weak and he couldn't muster the strength to run away.

Morataya chuckled softly, and the sound of a longsword being drawn rang out.

She raised her sword-wielding hand high, then pointed the tip of the sword at the man's chest.

As the two approached, the person sitting next to the man had already run away and was now hiding far away, watching the man who seemed about to be killed. He swallowed hard and retreated even further.

Of course, some people were also secretly taking out their phones to call the police.

However, Morataya and the other person did not intend to stop them.

Anyway, given how pathetic the Beika police are, they wouldn't be able to catch you even if you stood right in front of them.