Seeing Ernes get into the carriage and leave, several bounty hunters hiding nearby immediately jumped out, some did not hesitate to pay upfront fees, and directly stopped a passing taxi carriage, some noted the characteristics of the target carriage, trying to detour from the remote and narrow path to the front, and some rode their pre-prepared bicycles, in the jingling sound, through the gap between the carriage and the crowd, and followed very easily.

Among them, only Hugh was not in a hurry, still staying where he was, watching Ernes and many colleagues go away.

This means of transportation, also known as bicycles, is more useful than I thought, so it's no wonder that so many bounty hunters save money to buy one, which saves the cost of riding a carriage or walking time...... If there are similar tracking tasks on a regular basis, the money saved will be enough to buy a new bicycle...... The only problem is that there are very few types of such vehicles at present, and they are all high-seat types...... Hugh was thrilled for a while.

At this moment, a railroad carriage came from the intersection and stopped in front of her.

Hugh's location happens to be a site.

Glancing at the double-decker carriages parked on the steel tracks, Hugh took out a few penny copper coins, walked up, and sat down by the window.

This kind of public carriage can carry a total of nearly 50 people on the upper and lower floors, and it is not crowded at this time, so that Hugh can look out the window very smoothly.

But she wasn't enjoying the scenery, and she quickly sketched out the specific appearance of the target in her mind:

He has brown hair, bright red eyes, deep contours, a nose bridge that is high to the point of being a little deformed, and holds an oil painting album in his hand.

With the help of the "sheriff's" extraordinary sense in this regard, and the fact that the distance between the two sides was not widened, Hugh vaguely grasped the current location and predetermined direction of the target.

So, she was very calm, and even took off her cap from the window glass, and straightened her slightly rough and stubborn blonde hair.

After an unknown number of stops, Hugh suddenly got up and walked down after the public carriage stopped again.

This was the area of the Beckland Bridge, and the target she sensed had changed direction and was about to head to the bridge.

Hugh immediately walked briskly, intending to turn the corner into another street and board the public carriage that headed for the south bank of the Tassok River.

As luck would have it, as soon as she reached the platform, the bus drove by.

Hugh breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few more pennies he had prepared, and became more and more eager to buy a bicycle.

The carriage was crowded, but Hugh relied on the majesty of the "arbiter" to pass through the crowd with relative ease, and went up to the second floor and found a place.

The carriage moved slowly, and Hugh casually looked out the window, his gaze suddenly frozen.

She saw Sherman, who she couldn't find before!

The young man, who identified himself as a woman, was carrying a paper bag containing several strips of bread and a stack of newspapers into a narrow alley.

His shoulder-length brown hair had grown a lot, and his gray striped pants were a bit tight.

Although his figure disappeared in a flash, and normal people could not be sure, Hugh, as a "sheriff", still easily made a positive judgment.

Seeing that nothing was wrong with the other party and that he was following his target, Hugh gave off the urge to jump out of the carriage and catch up with the other party and ask about the latest situation.

............

Holding a paper bag of loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers, Sherman walked through the alleys and streets for a long circle before entering an apartment building, going up a narrow staircase to the third floor, taking out the key and opening the door to his apartment.

He seems to have good anti-tracking skills.

With a creak, the door opened, and Sherman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a girl in a long black dress.

This girl has a sweet and warm face, and has an indescribable figure, even if she stands at the window, blocking the sunlight and making her place appear dark, it seems to be plated with a layer of gold, and it is more and more holy and beautiful.

"Why are you here?" Sherman stared at the other man in surprise, then looked up and down a few times without restraint.

His not-so-obvious Adam's apple squirmed and swallowed saliva.

In the next second, he turned his head sharply and looked to the side, as if he didn't dare to look directly.

"Uh-t, Ms. Triss......" Sherman muttered.

Trissy smiled slowly, brightening the poorly lit room, and then, in a slightly playful tone, asked:

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

"I, I don't know, what I like, what I like is obviously male, why, why do I see you, there are still a lot of strange thoughts......" Sherman replied with a slight stammer, still looking at the ground on the side.

Triss's expression suddenly became a little complicated, and then she smiled as if nothing had happened:

"Women also appreciate their beautiful and attractive kind. ”

She paused and said:

"I'm here today because I have a task for you. Your initial progress was fast, and I was satisfied, but it seems to have stalled lately. ”

Sherman's face suddenly showed a little fear, and he subconsciously took a step back and said:

"I, I don't think it's necessary to do that......"

Seeing that Triss did not refute, Sherman's words gradually flowed:

"I really can't instigate people to steal, rob, or kill people, it's so bad, it's so bad!

"Even, even the people you asked me to assassinate in the beginning, I feel that I have gone too far, although they did scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad words about me, and hurt me in various ways to get happy, but, but their behavior did not reach the point where they need to pay with their lives. ”

Triss smiled not at all surprised:

"You didn't say that, you hated them, you were full of resentment towards them, and as soon as you gained extraordinary powers, you couldn't wait to get revenge on them, and I just mentioned it a little, and you planned many assassinations yourself, and I always remember you with blood on your body, shivering, and fanatically satisfied. ”

As Sherman listened, he couldn't help but retreat, until he reached the door that had been closed at some point, and then he covered his face with his hands and shouted:

"Nope!

"I now have nightmares every night that they are bloodily surrounding me, chasing me, tearing me ......"

A paper bag fell to the ground, and several strips of bread were scattered, and a stack of newspapers fell right next to them.

"It's normal. Triss calmly interrupted Sherman's words, "This is the stage of psychological transformation that assassins will inevitably have, do you think about it, when those people bullied you in the past, did you want to kill them?"

“...... Be. Sherman hesitated.

Triss then chuckled:

"You just killed them when you were bullied and resisted. ”

Her words had a meaning that made people willing to listen and believe, and Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:

"It's a lot better when you think about it this way......"

Hearing this, Triss's dimples appeared, and she added a little playfully:

"Moreover, they were not your opponents when they were alive, so what is there to be afraid of when they die?

"Even if they become ghosts and ghosts, it's nothing, as long as you complete the 'ritual' carefully and take the potion again, you can burn all those souls to death!"

"But, but, to see others become ugly, crazy, and vicious at my instigation, I just, I can't bear it. Sherman was still quite reluctant.

Triss pursed the corners of her mouth invisibly, and said with an unchanged smile:

"That's the evil thoughts they already have, they have nothing to do with you, and even without you, at certain times and on certain occasions, these evil thoughts can erupt.

"Also, the tasks I have assigned to you are all related to the gangs, don't you know what those people are like? It is a mercy and mercy to you and the innocent residents of the East Side like you to be able to make them fight and kill each other. ”

Sherman subconsciously opened his mouth, but when the words came to his lips, he shrank back.

He fell silent.

Triss glanced at him with a wave of her eyes, and continued in a soft voice:

"You are only one step away from your ultimate goal, as long as you complete the remaining 'rituals', you will be able to drink the third potion and transform into a woman completely.

"When the time comes, you will be able to use the one you took before." Sheman's name, what a beautiful name, and then, as a girl, go to Beckland, go to Mt. Hay, or Dieshire, and start a new life, and have nothing to do with anything here, well, you must be full of charm, and you will be pursued by many fine men, and choose from them the one you are most satisfied with and favorite to enter the palace of marriage, give birth to lively children, educate them to grow up healthy, take them to Wintershire for skiing, go to Desey Bay for vacation, and go to the hunting grounds to enjoy the entertainment that only nobles have......

"Didn't you say that you can give everything in order to get yourself back?"

Sherman's lips twitched a few times, pursed for a moment, and opened a little bit:

"Lady Triss, I see, I, I'll do as you tell me. ”

After saying that, he seemed to have lost all his strength, staggered and was about to fall, and subconsciously reached out and stroked the coat rack next to him.

In the process, his gaze naturally swept over the stack of newspapers on the ground.

The stack of newspapers had spread out, revealing a report in the middle:

“...... Mr. Dawn Dantès, a wealthy man from Diesey, is interested in buying Larivian Steel, which he sees as having good profitability and prospects......"

............

"Sir, do you really want to buy the Larevie Iron Company?" asked Enyuni, the valet at 160 Berlund Street, on his way upstairs.

Dawn Dantès shook his head and smiled:

"This news is purely fabricated, and I met only once with Mr. Phil Larivi, the owner of Larivi Steel, at last week's ball. ”

Walter, the butler next to him, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then said:

"Sir, Larifi Steel is indeed looking for a buyer, and there are quite a few interested parties at the moment. ”

In other words, Phil himself asked the reporter to release the news so that he could sell it for a better price? Klein nodded thoughtfully, entered the semi-open room with a large balcony, and prepared to enter the gray fog to observe whether there was anything unusual in the Hazel family with the help of the prayer point of the "believer" Nyuni.

It's something he's been doing consistently in recent days.