Only after the "ghost" on the opposite side disappeared did Emlyn White retract his gaze, untied the string of the file bag in his hand, and pulled out the information inside.

After reading them one by one, Emlyn had roughly grasped the whereabouts of Ernes Boyar:

This vampire viscount's daily activities were irregular. He would either stay at home, visit exhibitions, taste wine at a manor outside the city, go shopping in several department stores with his female companions, or ask some girls to be models for his paintings, just like a normal rich man.

However, O'Ness has been going to the St. George district every other day recently to supervise the renovation of the furniture factory in which he invested, trying to get it back in use as soon as possible.

As a result, the life of this vampire viscount became repetitive. Every other day, the activity venue was the same, the route along the way was the same, and the lunch place was the same.

Emlyn raised his hands and pressed the corners of his forehead, carefully extracting three scenarios suitable for action from the data:

The first was the interior or entrance of the furniture factory run by Ernes Boyar; the second was St. Hillland Square where he would stop to eat and feed the birds on his way home; the third was the Backlund Bridge - unless the other party was willing to take a long detour, he would definitely pass by here when going from home to St. George's District.

These three places all meet the requirement of being crowded and messy, but the Backlund Bridge has too few entrances and exits. If both ends are guarded, the only way to leave is to jump into the river, which is a stupid choice... Saint Hillland Square belongs to Saint Hillland Cathedral, which is the center of the Steam Church in Backlund and even the entire Loen, the second church, which meets the proposal of Mr. "The Hanged Man" and can effectively control the extent of possible conflicts and interfere with subsequent divination and investigation... Emlyn gradually developed a preference in his heart.

Once a creature has a tendency, it will unconsciously look for more reasons. Emlyn is undoubtedly the same. The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that Saint Hillran Square can meet almost all requirements:

First, O'Ness would stay there for quite some time and have lunch at a Sivilas-style restaurant - the blood clan viscount was born in Sivilas County;

Secondly, there are many tram stops there, with a constant flow of people, mostly middle and lower class people, and accidents often happen;

Once again, from there, if you don't cross the Backlund Bridge, you'll enter the southern area of ​​the bridge, which is not that far from the Harvest Church;

Finally, at noon, the steam would blow, the levers would turn, the bells would ring, and no one's attention would be unattracted.

This is it... Emlyn made a quick decision, raised his right hand, adjusted his bow tie, his red eyes full of anticipation.

At this moment, he suddenly frowned and realized something was wrong:

St. Hiran Square is perfect for hands-on activities!

It is so suitable that almost every condition is met!

Would Ernes not be on guard against my revenge? How could he allow himself to stay in such an environment for so long? Even if he was too stupid to think of it, would the earls not remind him? Emlyn's mouth curled up a little bit, and he already understood the reason:

Saint Hillan Square is the location of action designated for him by the top blood clan leaders!

Haha… Emlyn laughed, but the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

He decided to ask Mr. Fool for a private gathering of a few members today, and invite Mr. The Hanged Man to discuss a detailed action plan!

This is different from the previously finalized framework. It requires specificity in every detail and consideration of every problem!

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11:45, St. George's Quarter, St. Hilland Square.

In a private room on the third floor of a restaurant located in the northwest corner of the square.

A figure stood in front of the window, holding a glass of blood-red wine, leisurely gazing at the fountain not far away and the people coming and going.

He was tall and thin, wearing an evening suit for the banquet. His light silver hair and bright red eyes made him look a little bit handsome, and there was always a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Excellency, will there really be no problem? Emlyn is no longer the same as before, as can be seen from the hunting of the followers of the 'Original Moon'." A middle-aged man in dark formal clothes walked to the window with a little concern and asked.

The man called the Earl cast his eyes towards Emlyn White, who was listening to the street violin performance at the edge of the square, and laughed:

“Our preparations can even handle a demigod, let alone this little fellow who has not yet become a viscount?

"Besides, we don't really want to do anything. The only purpose is to identify and verify, which is much easier than preventing someone from escaping."

As he spoke, the man with light-colored hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly and turned the ring on his left ring finger.

The ring was made of silver and inlaid with a strange blue gem.

…………

In a carriage heading towards Saint-Hilland Square, Ernes Boyar placed his right hand on his left hand and naturally turned the ring inlaid with a sapphire on his ring finger.

He casually glanced out the window and saw a trackless public carriage slowly approaching from a distance. A newsboy in his early 160s was selling things on the street with a shoulder bag on his shoulder. A large number of bicycles had replaced the horse-drawn carriages that were common last year, and were weaving through the crowds coming and going in the St. George district.

Here, there are far more people wearing light blue or gray-blue working clothes and peaked caps than those wearing formal hats.

O'Ness withdrew his gaze and chuckled to himself. He was not afraid of what might happen next at all, and even looked forward to it.

He felt that he was well prepared:

The "Rose Oath" worn on the left hand can allow Count Mistral to share his vision, hearing and smell in the distance, ensuring that no matter what happens, the ultimate goal can be achieved;

In his inner pocket, placed together with his silver pocket watch, is a "Moon Paper Man", which can take a fatal injury or attack directly against his spirit body on his behalf, so as to prevent him from being seriously injured or killed in a short period of time;

The "Alcohol Nemesis" diamond collar pin he wears can help him maintain his energy and clear mind, and improve his ability to resist spells in the mind and body realms;

The belt around the waist is called "Moonlight Ribbon", which can effectively reduce the damage of "Sun" and "Lightning".

These magical items either came from Oness's savings or were gifts from Count Mistral, making Oness a "target" that was difficult to quickly resolve and control.

Coupled with the blood clan viscount's natural resistance to nightmare-like influences, Ounes now has almost no weaknesses. Even when facing a demigod, as long as the opponent does not reveal the form of a mythical creature, he can hold on for a while.

The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical items are not so easy to bear... Ernes' facial muscles twitched slightly, but soon calmed down:

The "Rose Vow" ring would occasionally bring his thoughts to Count Mistral's mind, and if it was worn for a week without being removed, the two people who owned the ring would most likely fall in love, regardless of gender or race;

The "Moon Paper Man" is a disposable item with almost no negative effects, and only makes people feel slightly cold;

The problem with the "alcohol killer" collar pin is that it will cause continuous damage to the liver and brain. If you wear it for too long, you are likely to lose some of your thinking and logical abilities. Therefore, you must take it off for a quarter of an hour after wearing it for half an hour.

Once the "Moonlight Ribbon" is tied, all senses will become more acute, and it will be easy to see things that should not be seen and hear sounds that should not be heard. At the same time, the wearer will intermittently itch all over the body.

I hope they won't be timid and won't drag it out... Ernes Boyar re-examined his own condition and cast his expectant gaze towards the entrance of Saint Hillran Square not far away.

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On the other side of St. Hillran Square, Emlyn White, who was standing on the edge enjoying the performance of a street musician, suddenly looked up at a bird flying in from not far away.

Then, he raised his hand to hold down the top hat on his head, lowered his head slightly, and walked quickly to the center of the square, approaching the fountain.

During this process, Emlyn's figure flashed and he blended completely into the crowd.

However, this could not shake off Count Mistral's lock.

The silver-haired blood count once again turned the sapphire ring on his left ring finger and spoke calmly:

"Notice."

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At the entrance of Saint-Hilland Square, Ernest Boyar became more and more alert, knowing that things were about to happen, and finally arrived.

As expected, Emlyn chose St. Hierran Square... Ernes once again cast his eyes out of the window, warily looking at the pedestrians on the road, the trackless public carriages that were about to cross, the ordinary newsboys selling newspapers, and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and shops.

He did not believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding here, because there were more and better places suitable for action in Saint Hillran Square, but he believed that he still had to be vigilant.

Suddenly, he moved his body and moved forward slightly, almost falling out of his seat.

The carriage he was riding in stopped without warning!

Then, the horse pulling the carriage raised its front hooves and struggled wildly, as if it had a nightmare, overturning the carriage to the ground.

During this process, Ernes Boyar actually had enough space, time and ability to help the driver control the mad horses, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent and blurry wolf ghost rushing in from the window and throwing a rose contained in its body at him.

A rose!

Ernes Boyar's eyes had just widened when the carriage overturned.

He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let a phantom black shackle stretch out from the void and entangle the wolf-shaped ghost!

With a puff, the wolf-shaped ghost collapsed without any struggle.

After Ernes Boyar gained his footing, he stood there in a daze, motionless, with a dazed look in his eyes.

He has fallen into a deep sleep.

In a trackless public carriage that passed by him, a young man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin windbreaker, sat with his back to the center of the road, concentrating on flipping through a notebook with a hard, copper-green cover.

Around him, other passengers were reading newspapers, talking to one another, or looking outside and saw that the out-of-control horses quickly recovered.

In a flash, the man with black hair and blue eyes turned another page in the notebook in his hand.

The trackless public carriage continued to move forward, gradually moving away.