St. Hillran Square, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.
When the ghost wolf with the rose in its arms appeared in front of Ernes Boyar, Mistral, who had light silver hair and scarlet eyes, immediately withdrew his gaze from Emlyn White. Darkness spread out from behind him, and countless tiny bats were flying in it.
Bribery... The blood count had just uttered a word silently to himself when he "saw" the overturned carriage, "heard" the roar of horses, and "smelled" all kinds of odors, but he could not find the source of the accident and chaos.
At this moment, his "vision" suddenly dimmed, his "eyes" seemed to have lost their ability to sense light, and the noisy sounds in his "ears" stopped!
Count Mistral uttered a "huh" to himself, and was about to merge with the countless bats behind him, descending and reorganizing next to Ernes Boyar.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light jumped out from the dark "vision".
The light quickly expanded and became brighter and brighter, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings on its back walked out of it!
The pairs of wings opened one after another, covering Mistral's "horizon", on which light and dark intertwined, forming one mysterious and complex symbol after another. They were indistinguishable from the golden figure, both sacred and corrupt, both bright and dark.
Angel! Mistral's pupils slightly dilated, and he couldn't help but take a step back, interrupting his previous thoughts.
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Ernes Boyar woke up quickly and confusedly, and saw a pair of eyes as clear as gems and as bright as lake water. He also felt a newspaper being handed to him and stuffed into his palm.
Within those emerald green eyes, ripples began to form, swirling around in circles in the depths, as if to absorb the souls of those who witnessed it.
Ernes Boyar was instantly immersed in it and could no longer take his eyes away.
Then, a soft and ethereal female voice sounded in his ears:
"Hold the newspaper and follow Emlyn White...
"Take the newspaper and follow Emlyn White..."
The sound echoed in Ernes Boyar's ears layer by layer, penetrated into his brain, and penetrated into his soul.
Ernes Boyar nodded in confusion and dully. He felt that there were some more words following, but he couldn't hear them clearly.
The newsboy, holding a newspaper and carrying a cross-body bag, turned around quickly, nimbly passed through several bicycles, and blended into the crowd.
"He" had a handsome face, with messy hair hanging down, covering his eyebrows. As he walked, he took off the black gauze gloves he had put on on his left hand at some point, folded them and stuffed them into a shoulder bag filled with newspapers.
The wind blew, causing his clothes to shrink, revealing a bulge at the arm position.
A few seconds later, Ernes Boyar suddenly jumped back on the spot, as if he was avoiding something.
Oh no! I'm affected by nightmare-like abilities! As soon as he stood firm, his pupils dilated and he looked around vigilantly, guarding against the impending attack.
Although Ernes Boyar was puzzled as to how easily he was dragged into the dream, he knew that this was not the time to worry about details. What followed was the key point and he must not be distracted.
bite!
Several bicycles moved closer, using the sound of their bells to alert the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to move out of the way.
Ernes Boyar stared at them with narrowed eyes, and the muscles under his clothes were ready to go.
The bicycles passed by him, and passers-by either hurried away or slowed down and pointed.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Twelve bells rang in succession, and white steam spewed out from the chimneys on the top of St. Hilleran's Church. Hymns of praise echoed inside and outside the church along with the rotation of huge gears and levers.
In the square, everyone stopped and at this sacred moment, either closed their eyes to pray or listened quietly. Regardless of whether they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery or not, only the white doves that were being fed flapped their wings and flew into the air at the same time.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell rang, but no one moved. Count Mistral in the restaurant box stood there with a serious expression, not moving an inch.
His "vision" had been restored, but all he saw were the workers in gray-blue and light blue clothes and bicycles of the same style. Apart from these, he discovered nothing else, and Ernes Boyar was not hurt at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the vampire viscount's hand that there was something wrong with the newspaper boy, but he did not try to chase him.
It was obvious that the ability that had just been borrowed from the angel's status was definitely not that of a low- to mid-sequence being. In other words, the power behind Emlyn White had at least one demigod hidden nearby. Mistral believed that once he took action, he would be blocked or even attacked.
When he was in a position where he could be easily discovered and the other party was hiding somewhere unknown, the vampire Count Mistral thought that this was not a good thing and that forcibly chasing him would only lead to big problems.
Moreover, for the vampires, this was just a test. If the forces behind Emlyn sent out the demigods, they would use Ernes Boyar's self-protection to hold back the strong man, so that Mistral could use the "Rose Oath" to confirm the identity of the attacker. They did not intend to cause a fierce conflict because of this. In the planned contingency plan, at most Mistral would stop the opponent and prevent Ernes Boyar from being hurt.
In this situation, the initiative is no longer in their hands. If they force their way into pursuit, a demigod war will most likely ensue. In Backlund, around Saint Hillran Church, this would be tantamount to suicide.
In addition, for Mistral, since the opponent's demigod did not take part in person and only played a supporting role, it would be disgraceful and insulting to the reputation of the blood earl if he took action and chased him directly.
Humph! I want to see how this will develop! Mistral's facial muscles trembled slightly, and he turned the sapphire ring on his left hand again.
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After the bell rang twelve times, Emlyn took another step, walked around the fountain, and came to the entrance at the other end of Saint-Hilland Square amid the falling white doves.
He then saw Ernes Boyar, who was hunched over and did not dare to move a step, the overturned carriage, the horses swinging their tails in boredom, and the driver with a look of pain on his face.
Emlyn walked over, took out his wallet, took out 100 pounds in cash, and handed it to the driver.
"This is compensation for you."
"Ah?" The driver was confused and surprised.
The hired carriage did not belong to him. He was just an ordinary hired worker. When the horse was frightened and the carriage was damaged, he felt distressed for a short time, but then his mind was dominated by panic and despair.
According to the so-called contract and similar things he had seen over the years, this was his responsibility and he needed to make compensation, but given his income and family situation, this would mean bankruptcy!
In that short period of time just now, all kinds of thoughts came to the driver's mind, which could be divided into three categories. The first was to blackmail the frightened gentleman in front of him and ask him to pay compensation to avoid the disintegration of his family and the children having to work in a black factory at a young age. The second was to immediately take the horse to find a gang member, sell it, and then return home and leave Backlund with his wife and children. The third was to arrange for his family to move out of the current rental place and go to the owner of the carriage to plead for the return in installments. If the other party disagreed, he would rather go to jail than pay a penny.
Now, the sudden £100 in cash hit the driver's heart hard, making him dizzy and not knowing what to say.
The 100 pounds was enough to buy a new cab, and there was still plenty left over!
Emlyn did not look at the driver, but looked at Ernes and said:
"It's all right."
Aren't you the biggest problem? You've come all this way, how can you say it's all right? Ernest complained in his heart while turning the sapphire ring on his left hand.
For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlyn White and even get closer to him.
Emlyn took a quick look, then suddenly turned around and quickly walked into an alley.
Ernes took a step subconsciously and followed closely behind him, holding the newspaper in his hand.
The two vampires, one running and the other chasing, were both extremely fast, but they did not dare to show any abnormality.
After the two vampires had run a long way away and were out of the range of his spiritual perception, Count Mistral used the connection between the "Rose Oath" rings to calmly follow behind them.
Emlyn sometimes circled, sometimes went sideways, and sometimes returned to the place he had passed before from another road, making it impossible to guess where his destination was. And Ernes was like a bull that saw a red flag, refusing to give up and always following closely behind.
Before they knew it, the two vampires arrived at the Rose Street in the south area of the bridge.
At this moment, Emlyn suddenly sped up, leaving behind a shadow as if he was not afraid of being discovered, and rushed into the Harvest Church.
Ernest did the same thing.
Not good! Count Mistral was about to come over to stop the follow-up, but Ernes had already disappeared at the door of the Harvest Church.
Crack!
The bricks beneath Mistral's feet shattered.
After entering the church, Ernest suddenly understood something. He then saw a figure in brown priest robes standing up at the front of the rows of seats, like a mountain.
At the same time, the entire church became extremely heavy and solid, as if it was connected to the earth!
O'Ness's mind suddenly buzzed, and he heard another voice:
"After waking up from the first level of hypnosis, he threw the items on his body at Emlyn White."
Swish, swish, swish! Ernes untied his belt, threw out his collar pin, and threw objects one after another at Emlyn White, including the silver pocket watch and the wallet full of banknotes.
Bang!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground, and a card stuck inside it fell out.
On that card was a picture of the goddess of justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and a scale.
Tarot card, Justice.
PS: I will update first and then revise. The first rush in September is over. I have not stopped updating because of the saved manuscripts.