Time goes back to the past, to a room on the sixth floor of a high-end seaside hotel outside the city of Maya, facing the sea.
A handsome young man was sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The bright light of the silver moon outside the window shone through the window onto the man's face.
This handsome face now has a kind of enchanting beauty.
The man was holding a glass of red wine that looked as red as blood, sipping it leisurely.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed and he sat up straight.
"What's going on?" the man whispered to himself.
Just now, one of his puppets suddenly lost contact.
It seemed that the puppet had cut off the connection on its own initiative, which made him a little puzzled.
Wasn't the puppet trying to steal the fate of that young man whose destiny was somewhat interesting? Why did it suddenly cut off the connection?
What happened that made the puppet sense the danger and cut off contact on its own initiative to prevent the danger from spreading to its original body?
The man stood up from the sofa, walked to the French window, and looked at the abandoned sea pig processing factory with his eyes flickering.
He was hesitating whether to leave Maya City and continue to escape somewhere else.
He suddenly felt that this place was a little dangerous.
His puppet lost contact before it even had time to send out any message.
This really made him a little uneasy.
But if I leave here, where should I go next?
First of all, we can rule out those chaotic areas, because in those places, the High-Sequence Powerful One who is looking for clues about him may personally take action to capture him.
Then they can only continue to stay in the area ruled by the church, but they may move to another place.
Compared to the unknown danger tonight, he was obviously more afraid of the known danger from that high-sequence strongman.
Mitol paced for a long time with a frown on his face, and suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had thought of something.
If he remembered correctly, the warlocks of the Ocean Church seemed to disguise themselves as pirates in order to infiltrate the pirate circle and get clues about the pirates.
This gave him room to maneuver, and it seemed that he could join these pirate groups composed of warlocks of the Church of the Sea disguised as pirates.
In this way, one can have a church identity on the surface.
In addition, regarding this type of pirate group, the review is generally not very strict, and there are basically no religious requirements.
After all, if they want to disguise themselves as pirates, they must recruit some real pirates, so the requirements in this regard will naturally not be too strict.
As long as I don't reveal myself as a warlock of the actor path, he probably won't do anything to me.
It just so happens that the ability of this path of theirs is that the main body can also use the ability of puppets.
And he just happened to have a puppet who used to be a clergyman of the Ocean Church, so he was a professional match.
Now, whether it is that High-Sequence Powerful One or the source of the unknown danger tonight, they probably would not have thought that they would run to a pirate group formed by the people of the Ocean Church, right?
Mittor did what he thought. He drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and then walked out of the room.
The waiter who was waiting to take orders in the corridor saw him come out, immediately bowed and asked with a smile, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Mitol reached out and grasped the waitress's chin, lifting her up so that she looked directly at him.
Looking at the handsome face in front of her, the waitress blushed slightly, her voice trembled and she felt a little embarrassed:
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Mitol lowered his head and gently kissed the waitress on the lips, then asked in a gentlemanly manner with an impeccable and elegant smile:
"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of having you guide me through the check-out procedures?"
Feeling the touch of lips, the waitress's mind went blank and she felt a little dizzy.
"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Mitol showed just the right amount of disappointment.
The waitress came back to her senses and stammered:
"Okay... okay... please... please follow me."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and walked quickly to the front to lead the way.
With the help of the lights in the corridor, Mittor could clearly see the waitress's red ears.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.
Ten minutes later, Mittor politely waved goodbye to the waitress and stepped gracefully into the luxurious carriage at the door of the hotel.
As the outline of the carriage completely disappeared into the darkness, the waitress at the door of the hotel could not help but gently pat her red cheeks with her hands.
The touch from just now seemed to still echo between her lips, making her little heart beat wildly.
Once the turbulent emotions in her heart passed, she quickly realized that there was no possibility for her and that gentleman.
So the waitress walked back to the hotel with a slightly lost feeling.
The female receptionist at the hotel noticed the emotion on the waitress's face, so she asked with concern if the waitress was feeling unwell.
As a result, just as the waitress was about to speak, a pain came from her body, and then she lost consciousness.
But from the perspective of the female receptionist, the waitress in front of her suddenly exploded just after she asked that question.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, staining the entire hotel front desk red.
There was a small chaos in the hotel at once. When the security personnel from various parts of the hotel heard the noise, they immediately rushed over to stabilize the order and arranged for several people to go and call the police.
In the carriage in the distance, Mittor looked at the silver moon outside the carriage, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed softly and muttered to himself.
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