Chapter 465: Seduction
Pritt, Tivian.
In the southern part of Tivian, at the intersection of Blackwater Street, a rare charity event is still going on. Poor people from all over Blackwater Street are cheering and queuing up to receive supplies one after another. Among this excited and lively crowd, there is a trace of emotion that is extremely discordant with the surroundings.
'What's going on... How did the Boyle family's butler... suddenly run out?! How are the others guarding him? Or, is this guy the Boyle family's butler? If not, then this guy looks too much like him, exactly the same... Are they brothers?'
Standing at the end of the crowd, a male figure covered in a cloak and wearing a mask was staring at the figure holding alms on the roof of the carriage in the sight of everyone. He was extremely confused. What he wanted most urgently at this moment was to understand the truth of this strange scene. The old butler should be detained in their temporary base now. What exactly was going on in front of him?
"Never mind, the most urgent thing now is to tell the others about the situation here. This matter is too strange, and Lord Atif must know it immediately."
Thinking this in his mind, the man inadvertently began to leave the scene quietly. After a while, he quietly retreated from the bustling crowd, and then walked quickly in one direction.
When he left the crowd, Adele, who was also in disguise, had already left the crowd on the other side and walked to the entrance of an alley. Without anyone noticing, Adele took out a motionless little crow from her bag. She took the crow out and spread it in her hand. Then the crow slowly moved with a twitch, stood up in Adele's hand, and flapped its wings and flew into the air.
This is the crow puppet controlled by Dorothy. Different from ordinary animal corpse puppets, this crow puppet is made using the method of making living puppets. The principle is to catch a living crow and knock it unconscious, and then draw the puppet mark on it.
Dorothy can use the information channel to extend the spiritual thread, so she can extend a living puppet spiritual thread with Adele or Greg as the node to operate the puppet, which means that her living puppet manipulation has almost no distance limit.
Under the will from a distant direction, the crow in Adele's hand flew into the air and flew to the top of a low building on Blackwater Street. It looked down from above and soon found the hooded man who had just withdrawn from the crowd.
After leaving the crowd, the man began to walk quickly through Heishui Street, constantly looking back to check if anyone was following him. After crossing several streets and alleys and turning several intersections, the man came to an extremely secluded corner of Heishui Street.
After turning the last intersection, the man came to an empty alley with green grass growing in the cracks between the tiles. After reaching the end of the alley, he opened an iron gate beside him, then walked into the stairs behind the iron gate, and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the stairs. Standing on a clothesline not far away, a dark crow stared at all this happening.
After entering the iron gate, the man walked all the way down and soon he came to the door of a basement. Looking at the iron door of the basement illuminated by the lit gas lamp, the man stretched out his hand and knocked on the front of the iron door rhythmically. Soon the back door was opened, and a bald man with a dark complexion appeared behind him.
"Hardy? Aren't you on the lookout? What happened?"
"There is some situation outside. Let me in. I want to see Lord Atif."
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In the dim little windowless room, there were only a few faint gas lamps illuminating the surrounding light. On the dirty ground was a complex magic circle drawn with white bone powder. In the center of the magic circle was a huge closed eye, and above the eye symbol, a bound figure was lying on it.
Covered in blood, with tattered clothes and unconscious, Nunot, the old butler who had served the Boyle family for dozens of years, was tied up with five hands and thrown in the center of the magic circle, motionless. Standing in front of the magic circle was a middle-aged man wearing a robe, a turban and a thick beard.
This man was sitting cross-legged in front of the magic circle, breathing rapidly under his nose. His face was solemn, with beads of sweat running down his forehead. He looked a little tired, as if he had just experienced something that exhausted his physical strength.
"Master Atif... How is this guy doing now?"
Next to the man named Atif stood several other figures with anxious looks. Among them, a man in ordinary clothes and a short hat asked, and Atif hesitated for a while and then spoke slowly.
"My attempt has already had some effect. The soul-protecting mark on his body has begun to weaken. I will try a few more times. Once I find the right method, I should be able to remove the mark in one fell swoop...
"Although the soul-protecting mark on this old thing is very sophisticated and complicated, it is obvious that it was imprinted by a master. Compared with the ordinary soul-protecting marks, it has many more changes. It can be seen that it is specially designed to prevent treasure thieves. It is difficult to remove it with ordinary methods. But now I have figured out the way..."
Looking at the wounded Nunot in the center of the magic circle, Atif spoke frankly. Hearing his words, the people around him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Finally... it worked? That's amazing! As long as we can summon the soul of this guy, we will have some idea of the whereabouts of that scepter!"
"Sir, how long will it take for this to be lifted? After summoning the souls, we have to steal things again. If it takes too long, I'm worried that it will exceed our deadline?" At this time, another figure asked Atif worriedly, and Atif spoke bluntly.
"It won't be long. According to my estimation, I will need about seven or eight more attempts to remove the power. It shouldn't take more than a day, which means we can summon the old guy's soul tomorrow at the latest. Even if we take into account the time it takes to steal from that house again, the total time consumed should not exceed three days.
"The prince gave us a deadline of five days, so there shouldn't be any problem with the time..."
While making calculations in his mind, Atif opened his mouth and spoke to the people around him. After hearing what Atif said, the others couldn't help but relax, as if their tense hearts had suddenly eased a lot.
"If the time is like this, then it's okay. As long as we can steal the scepter before the deadline, we won't be cursed to death..." After listening to Atif's words, a man next to him spoke, and another person next to him spoke with a hint of pessimism.
"Not necessarily... Even if we summon the soul, we will only know how to enter the room where the scepter is hidden. What if there are other safety measures in the room? The person who repaired the room is a very experienced treasure thief. If he has other tricks, it will be troublesome..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the crowd, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly became solemn again. Deep worry was written on the faces of everyone present, and the atmosphere fell into stagnation again. After seeing this scene, one of them spoke again.
"No matter what's in that room, we won't know until we get in. Whether we can get the scepter that the elf prince mentioned is related to the lives of all of us, so we can only do our best."
"Ah... yes, as long as this damn positioning curse is still there, no matter what it is, we have to bite the bullet and go and see. Damn it... I thought it was just an ordinary tomb, but I didn't expect to encounter such a powerful spirit..."
A complaint came from the crowd, and then as if some valve was activated, more and more complaints began to sound in the crowd. Listening to the complaints around him, Atif frowned, and then spoke in a stern voice.
"Alright, alright, it's not easy to make some progress. Now is not the time to complain. Instead of grumbling here, you might as well do something else."
"Real things? But Lord Atif... aren't we just waiting for intelligence from the secret room? What other real things can we go to..."
"Now we are preparing for the evacuation. After we get the Crowd Scepter, we need to leave Tivian immediately. The more covert we go, the easier it will be. Go capture a few local acquaintances and kill them. Ask them if they have any way to justify bypassing customs and going to the sea!" Atif shouted at his men, and his men immediately shut their mouths after hearing what he said, and did not say a word.
Afterwards, Atif scolded his men for a while and drove them away. Then, just as he wanted to get up to rest and prepare for the next cracking attempt, an unexpected figure suddenly rushed into the small ritual hut and shouted at Atif.
"Sir, Hardy just came back to report that a large charity convoy suddenly appeared on the street!"
"Charity convoy? What does this have to do with us?" Looking at his men who rushed in, Atif spoke with a serious expression. After taking two breaths, one of the men looked at Nunot who was unconscious in the ritual array, and continued speaking.
"Sir, according to Hardy, the man leading the convoy looks exactly like the old butler we kidnapped."
"What..." Atif's eyes widened slightly after hearing his subordinates' words.
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