St. Cherland's Plaza, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.

When Ernest Boyar's eyes appeared in front of the ghost wolf with a rose, Mistral, with pale silver hair and scarlet eyes, immediately withdrew his gaze from Emlyn White, and darkness spread out behind him, and countless tiny bats flew inside.

Bribe...... As soon as the Earl of the Blood Clan silently uttered a word to himself, he "saw" the overturned carriage, "heard" the neighing of the horses, and "smelled" all kinds of smells, but for a moment could not find the source of the accident and confusion.

At this moment, his "vision" darkened, his "eyes" seemed to lose their ability to sense light, and the noisy sound in his "ears" stopped!

Count Mistral secretly said "heh", and immediately fused with the countless bats behind him, and descended to reorganize next to Ernes Boyar.

Suddenly, a little light jumped out of the dark "field of vision".

This bit of light swelled rapidly, getting brighter and brighter, and out of it came a golden figure with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings on its back!

The pair of wings opened one after another, covering Mistral's "horizon", and the light and dark on them were intertwined, forming one mysterious and complex symbol after another. They are indistinguishable from the golden figures, holy and depraved, light and dark.

Mistral's pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't help but take a step back, interrupting his thoughts.

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

Ernes Boyar woke up quickly and dazedly, and saw a pair of eyes as clear as jewels, as clear as a lake, and felt a newspaper being handed to him, and stuffed it into his palm.

In those turquoise eyes, a little ripple rippled, winding in the depths of the circle and whirlpool, as if to suck the soul of the witness.

Ernes Boyar was instantly immersed and could no longer take his eyes off it.

Then, a soft, fluttering feminine voice rang in his ears:

"With the newspaper in hand, follow Emlyn White......

"Newspaper in hand, follow Emlyn White ......"

The sound echoed in the ears of Ernés Boyar, burrowed into his brain, and dived into his heart.

Ernes Boyar nodded in confusion, only to feel that there were some words that followed, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

The newsboy, who was holding a newspaper in a cross-body satchel, quickly turned around and moved swiftly through several bicycles and blended into the crowd.

"He" had a delicate face, his hair was messy and drooping, covering his eyebrows, and as he walked, he removed the black tulle gloves he had put on his left hand at some point, folded them and stuffed them into a satchel containing newspapers.

The sound of the wind blowing through made "his" clothes shrink slightly, revealing a bulge in the position of his arm.

A few seconds later, Ernest Boyar jumped backwards, as if to avoid something.

Oh no! I'm under the influence of nightmares! As soon as he stood on his feet, his pupils dilated, and he looked around vigilantly for an impending attack.

Although Ernés Boyar was puzzled by how easily he was dragged into a dream, he knew that this was not the time to focus on the details, the next thing was the point, and he must not be distracted.

Bite!

Several bicycles leaned closer and the sound of bells reminded the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid it.

Ernes Boyar's eyes narrowed slightly, and the muscles under his clothes were ready to develop.

The bikes bypassed him, and pedestrians hurried away, slowed down, and pointed.

When!when!

Twelve bells rang in succession, white steam spewed out of the chimney at the top of St. Hillland's church, and the chant of praise reverberated inside and out, with the turn of huge gears and levers.

In the square, everyone stopped, closed their eyes in prayer or listened quietly at this sacred moment, whether they were believers in the gods of steam and machinery or not, only the white doves that were fed, and at the same time fluttered their wings and flew into the air.

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

When!when!

The bell rang, no one moved, and the Count of Mistral in the dining room stood there with a calm expression, motionless.

His "vision" had recovered, but all he could see was the workers in grey and light blue and the bicycles in the same style, and nothing was found, and Ernés Boyar was unharmed.

Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the Viscount of the Blood Clan that there was something wrong with the newsboy, but he didn't try to catch up.

Obviously, the ability to use the angelic personality just now does not belong to the middle and low ranks, that is, the force behind Emlyn White has at least one demigod hidden nearby, and Mistral believes that once he makes a move, he will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.

When he is in an easily discovered position and the other party does not know where to hide, Mistral, the Count of the Blood, thinks that this is not a good thing, and that forcing a chase will only cause big problems.

Moreover, for the Bloods, this is just a temptation, if the forces behind Emlyn send out the demigods, they will use Ernes Boyar's self-protection to drag the strong man, so that Mistral can rely on the "Rose Oath" to confirm the identity of the attacker - they did not intend to break out into a fierce conflict because of this, and in the proposed plan, at most, Mistral would stop the other party, so that Ernest Boyar would not be harmed.

In this situation, the initiative is no longer on them, and if they forcibly catch up, there is a high probability that there will be a demigod war, and in Beckland, around St. Sylland's church, this is tantamount to suicide.

In addition, for Mistral, since the other party's demigods did not end up in person, but only made a support, it was really undignified to directly start and chase by himself, and insulted the reputation of the Earl of the Blood Clan.

Hmph! I'll see what happens next! Mistral's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he turned the sapphire ring on his left hand again.

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

After the bell had been rung twelve times, Emlyn took another step, skirted the fountain, and came to the entrance at the other end of the St. Cyrland Square among the falling white doves.

He then saw Ernes Boyar, whose back was slightly arched and did not dare to move half a step, and saw the overturned carriage, the horses that were flicking their tails in boredom, and the coachman with a pained face.

Emlyn walked over, took out his wallet from his bosom, drew 100 pounds in cash, handed it to the coachman, and said:

"This is compensation for you. ”

"Huh?" the coachman was dazed and surprised.

The cab did not belong to him, he was just an ordinary employee, and when the horses were frightened and the carriage was damaged, he was momentarily distressed, and then his mind was dominated by panic and despair.

According to the so-called contract and similar things he has seen over the years, this is his responsibility and requires him to make compensation, and with his income and family situation, this means bankruptcy!

In that short period of time, all kinds of thoughts arose in the coachman's heart, mainly divided into three categories: one was to blackmail the frightened gentleman in front of him, so that he could make compensation to prevent his family from disintegrating, and the child would go to work in the black factory at a young age, the second was to immediately take the horse to the gang members, sell it, and then return home, and leave Beckland with his wife and children, and the third was to arrange for the family to move out of the place where they were now renting, and to go to the owner of the carriage himself to intercede, hoping to return it in installments, and if the other party did not agree, he would rather go to jail than compensate a penny。

Now, the sudden pound of 100 pounds of cash slammed down on the coachman's heart, making him dizzy and unable to say anything.

£100 is enough to buy a new rental carriage, and there's a lot left!

Emlyn didn't look at the coachman, but looked at Ernes and said:

"It's okay. ”

Aren't you the biggest problem? You're here, how can you call it okay? Ernes sneered as he turned the sapphire ring he was wearing on his left hand.

For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlyn White, and even get closer to him.

Emlyn glanced at it, then turned around and walked briskly into an alley.

Ernes subconsciously took a step, following closely behind, holding the newspaper in his hand.

The two bloodlines ran one and the other chased, both extremely fast, but they didn't dare to show anything different from ordinary people.

After the two Bloods had run far away and left the range of their spiritual senses, Count Mistral had used the "Rose Oath" to connect with each other and unhurriedly embellished them behind.

Emlyn sometimes circled, sometimes diagonally, sometimes from another way back to where he had passed, and it was impossible to guess where he was going, and Ernes, like a bull with a red flag, refused to give up, and kept following closely.

Unconsciously, the two bloods came to Yuejihua Street in the south area of the bridge.

At this moment, Emlyn suddenly picked up speed, dragged out the afterimage as if he was not afraid of being discovered, and rushed into the Harvest Chapel.

Ernes did the same.

In the distance, Count Mistral was just about to descend and stop the follow-up, but the figure of Ernes had disappeared at the door of the Harvest Chapel.

Click!

The stone bricks on the soles of Mistral's feet shattered in one fell swoop.

After entering the church, Ernest suddenly realized in his heart, and immediately saw a figure in a brown priest's uniform standing up at the front of the row of seats, like a mountain.

At the same time, the whole church became so thick and strong that it seemed to be one with the earth!

Ones's mind buzzed for a moment, and another voice echoed:

After the first hypnosis awakened, he smashed the object on his body at Emlyn White. ”

Brush, brush, brush! Ernes unbuckled his belt, threw out his collar pin, and smashed one object after another at Emlyn White on the other side, including the silver pocket watch and wallet full of banknotes.

Syllable!

The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground, and a card was thrown out of it.

The card depicts a goddess of justice sitting on a stone chair with a sword and a scale.

Tarot cards, "Justice" cards.

PS: First change and then change, the first rush in September is over, relying on the manuscript, there is no interruption~