Tonight at 10 o'clock... Klein glanced at the courier who was waiting there, walked to the desk, spread out a piece of white paper and wrote:

“I’ll be on time.

"Also, the situation in Backlund has been tense recently, so we must pay attention to the level of control."

After reminding Sharon, Klein folded the letter and took out a gold coin and a rectangular "diamond" that continuously refracted light from his pocket.

"This is the 'Yesterday Reappearance' spell, which allows you to temporarily borrow power from your past self." Klein handed the three items to Renette Tinicole at the same time.

One of the blond, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinicole opened its mouth and bit everything at once. The remaining three said one by one:

"Why..." "Give..." "I..."

“It’s considered as part of the advance payment.” Klein smiled as usual.

The reminder from the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes made him feel that he needed to make more preparations.

Renette Tinicole did not ask any more questions. The four bright-looking heads shook up and down in unison with their hair being held.

Then he stepped into the void and disappeared in the room.

Klein looked out the window at the drizzling rain and the dark sky, then took off his coat and handed it to his valet, Enuni.

…………

9:50 p.m., Cherwood, a street near the Tussock River.

In the rainy weather common in Backlund during autumn and winter, a rented carriage turned in and moved forward slowly.

In the carriage, Emlyn White, holding a top hat, looked at the pale-faced, slightly messy-haired young man opposite him with his bright red eyes, and said with a slight curl of his lips:

"Is this the place?"

Maric nodded, his figure seemed a bit erratic, and pointed to a street-facing house with a shop in front of him.

"right.

"It's a bookstore. The owner is Charlie Lake, a pure Loenese. However, when he was young, he went to the southern continent once, hoping to get rich. There, he became a member of the Rose School and a believer of the Bound God. He was sent back to Backlund to collect intelligence and provide assistance to members of the Rose School who were performing other tasks. We had been keeping an eye on him for a long time and wanted to kill him, cut off the Rose School's intelligence transmission, and create a better living environment for ourselves, but we finally held back."

Emlyn smiled and said:

“It turns out that patience can often lead to better results.

"Oh, to be honest, your behavior is different from what I imagined a moderate 'ghost' would be like. I thought you would be stingy with your words."

Maric glanced at the vampire opposite him who was said to be a viscount:

"Different people have different personalities, and moderation is only the control of excessive desire.

"If I don't explain this matter so clearly, I'm worried that you won't understand and it will affect the final result. In that case, the ** of 'moderation' will exceed the proper limit."

Haha, although it makes sense, you don’t need to use me as an example… Emlyn leaned against the wall leisurely, looked at the other party and said:

"Let's continue with the previous topic."

Maric looked out the window again:

"Charlie Lake's family has a maid from the Pas River Valley, who is also a member of the Rose School.

"In addition, in the two houses across from Lake's Bookstore, there live a widow and an alcoholic man respectively. They are believers of the Bound God and will pass on information to the Rose School at critical moments.

"What you need to do is to secretly monitor these three people while we are dealing with Charlie Lake, and through the transmission of information, identify the person in charge of the Rose School in Backlund.

"Of course, we will definitely give Charlie Lake some opportunities to call for help or send a signal."

Emlyn nodded slightly and said:

"I see."

He immediately turned his head to look at the sky which was full of dark clouds and where no red moon could be seen, and turned the ring inlaid with a dark blue gem on the ring finger of his left hand.

This is the "Rose Oath" ring, which allows Count Mistral to share his sight, hearing and smell.

The ring went around and unexpectedly returned to Emlyn's hand. Of course, it was only temporary.

In this way, Count Mistral had heard what Maric had just said and shared it with other vampire participants.

Emlyn originally thought that although he was only responsible for liaison and could not play an important role, he could at least demonstrate some of the spell-like abilities derived from the "Crimson Scholar" and deliver the message to the "Ghost" Maric in a very dignified manner. Unexpectedly, he did not need to do anything, just put on the ring and arrive at the scene.

This made him very depressed and he felt like he was just a tool.

Without being a demigod, one is not even qualified to directly participate in many things, let alone save the tribe... At this moment, Emlyn felt a little impulsive, thinking that his level was not worthy of his secret identity, and he could not bear the responsibilities he should bear.

As for the effect of the "Rose Oath" that would make the thoughts of the two wearers appear in each other's minds from time to time, Emlyn was not worried. He asked Miss "Justice" to hypnotize him in advance so that he would not think about those things that should not be known by the high-ranking vampires tonight.

As soon as he finished his sigh, the voice of Count Mistral suddenly rang in his mind:

"Arrogant, childish, naive..."

This, this is the Rose Oath randomly transmitting some of Count Mistral's thoughts... Haha... Emlyn sneered in his heart and began to silently recite a name:

"Ernest Boyar...Ernest Boyar..."

This viscount was under the protection of Count Mistral, was hypnotized, and worked as a volunteer in the Harvest Church for a long time!

At this time, Maric glanced at Emlyn's expression, nodded and said:

"Your attitude now makes me feel more at ease."

Very serious, very solemn, and very focused.

Ah? Emlyn was startled at first, then he raised his mouth slightly and said:

"Thanks."

…………

The second floor of the bookstore is Charlie Lake's home. This businessman is over 50 years old. His parents died long ago and he has never married. It is said that he has several illegitimate children, but none of them live with him.

After instructing the servants to check whether the doors and windows of the house were locked, he returned to his bedroom, poured a glass of red wine, sat on the sofa, and drank it in a very relaxed manner.

He is used to drinking before going to bed.

When the red wine was finished, Charlie Lake stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

When he passed by the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he glanced at it casually and his body suddenly froze.

The man in the mirror had an extremely pale face, his eyes were extremely bulging with bright red blood on the edges, and the corners of his mouth were dark red.

As a member of the Rose School, Charlie Lake was no stranger to such situations. He did not scream or run around like an ordinary person, but simply raised his right hand and stretched it towards his chest.

As soon as he touched the ornament he was wearing, his body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave that would never melt, and he felt cold from the inside out.

This coldness seemed to have life and expanded rapidly, occupying every corner of Charlie Lake's body, making him feel as if his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him and began to obey the orders of others.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was another person inside him, cold, blurry, full of malice, and directly taking over everything except his thoughts.

Charlie Lake also saw new changes in himself in the mirror. Two figures appeared in his eyes, both of them were young men wearing white shirts and black vests.

With the help of that first touch with his right hand, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him.

The brilliance seemed to come from a shrunken "sun", throwing light and heat all around.

Charlie Rick immediately felt the warmth and was no longer controlled by the coldness in his body. He uttered a word vaguely:

“Purification!”

The miniature "sun" on his chest grew hotter and hotter, its light flowing inward like warm water, creating ripples all over the body.

Charlie Lake then regained control of his body, immediately gave up the door and ran towards the window.

The curtains there had not been drawn yet, a light drizzle was falling outside, and the street lights were dim.

Dengdengdeng!

When Charlie Lake was passing by the carpeted coffee table and sofa area, he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell.

The carpet seemed to come alive and wrapped around his ankles!

Bang!

The coffee table flew up, carrying with it the bone china teacups and various documents, and hit Charlie Lake's face directly, breaking him into pieces and turning him into a dismembered strange puppet.

A moment later, Charlie Lake's figure appeared on the other side, and he continued to run wildly with fear in his heart.

He had never hated the size of his bedroom more than he did now.

Dengdengdeng!

With pens flying and papers flying everywhere, Charlie Lake finally ran to the window.

As a devout believer, he did not break the window immediately, but grabbed the curtain and pulled it quickly.

At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the gas pipe.

A layer of white frost instantly condensed on the iron-black metal surface.

With a crack, the glass window in front of Charlie Lake shattered by itself. Each piece of debris shot out like a bullet and hit the businessman's face, leaving no intact skin on him and causing blood to spurt out from his neck.

Charlie Lake's eyes darkened and he fell backwards weakly. During this process, he screamed and shouted, but the sound could not be heard outside the room.

At this time, in another room, a maid who was obviously from the South Continent saw that the light of the gas wall lamp was shaking.

She immediately turned her head and looked towards where her "employer" was, only to see that the gas pipes there were covered with white frost.

In a house across from Charlie Lake, a man with rosacea who was drinking with his sleeves rolled up suddenly noticed that the curtains here were only half drawn.

In the code he and Charlie Lake agreed upon, if the curtains were fully drawn or fully opened, it meant there was no problem, but if they were only drawn on one side or halfway, it meant there was an emergency and the people above had to be notified immediately.

He stood up suddenly.

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