Only when the "resentment" on the opposite side disappeared did Emlyn White withdraw his gaze, untie the thin line of the Chinese bag in his hand, and pull out the information inside.

After reading them one by one, Emlyn had a rough grasp of the whereabouts of Ernest Boyar:

This blood viscount usually has no regular activities, or at home, or to visit exhibitions, or to the manor outside the city to taste wine, or accompany his female companion to visit several major department stores, or ask some girls to be models and paint, like a normal rich person.

Recently, though, Ones went to St. George's every other day to oversee the renovation of his furniture factory, trying to get it back in use as soon as possible.

In this way, the life of this blood viscount is repeated, and every other day, the place of activity is repeated, the route along the route is repeated, and the noon meal place is repeated.

Emlyn raised his hand and pressed the forehead corners on both sides, and carefully extracted three major scenes suitable for action from the data:

One is the interior or door of the furniture factory run by Ernes Boyar, the second is St. Hillland's Square, where he stops to eat and feed the birds on his way home, and the third is the Beckland Bridge, which is bound to pass through the St. George's district from his home unless the other party is willing to take a long detour.

These three places all meet the requirements of crowds and clutter, but there are too few access roads for the Beckland Bridge, and if you are guarded at both ends, you can only leave by jumping into the river, which is a fool's choice...... St. Hillland's Square belongs to St. Hillland's Cathedral, which is the center of the Steam Church in Beckland, and indeed in the whole of Rune, and the Second Holy See, in line with the proposal of Mr. "The Hanged Man", can effectively control the degree of possible conflicts, interfering with the subsequent divination and investigation...... Emlyn gradually developed a tendency in his mind.

And once there is a predisposition, the living beings will unconsciously look for more reasons, and Emlin is undoubtedly the same, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that St. Cyrland's Square can meet almost all the requirements:

First, Ernness would stay there for a short time and have lunch at a West Velas-style restaurant, a Viscount of the Bloodline who was born in West Villas;

Secondly, there are a number of stations with railroad carriages, where people come and go, with the middle and low floors as the main body, and accidents often occur;

Again, from there, if you don't pass the Beckland Bridge, you will enter the southern part of the bridge, which is not so far from the Harvest Church;

Finally, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, St. Hillland's church will spew steam, turn the levers, and ring the bell, and no one's attention will not be attracted.

This is it...... Emlyn quickly made up her mind, raised her right hand, straightened her bow tie, and her red eyes were full of anticipation.

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

St. Hillland Square is simply hands-on!

Suitable for almost every condition!

How could Ernes not be wary of my revenge?How could he allow himself to stay in such an environment for so long?Even if he was too stupid to think that the counts would not remind him?The corners of Emling's mouth curled slightly, and he already understood the reason:

St. Hillland's Square is the place where the high-level of the Blood Clan "circled for him"!

Scold...... Emlyn chuckled, the corners of her mouth not lowered.

He decided to apply to Mr. "Fool" for a meeting of a few members today, and invited Mr. "Hanged Man" to discuss a detailed plan of action!

This is different from the framework that was finalized before, and it needs to be specific to every detail and consider every problem!

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

11:45 a.m., St. George's District, St. Hillland Square.

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

A figure stood in front of the window, holding a glass of scarlet liquid like blood, leisurely looking at the fountain not far away and the crowd of people coming and going.

He was tall and thin, dressed in a banquet gown, with silver pale hair and bright red eyes that matched a slightly bewitching handsomeness, and a smile that was not obvious at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Excellency, isn't there really a problem, Emlyn is not the same as before, as can be seen from the hunting of the Primordial Moon believers. A middle-aged man in a dark suit walked up to the window with a little worry and asked.

The man, known as the Earl, looked at Emlyn White, who was listening to the street violin at the edge of the square, and laughed:

"We're prepared to deal with even a demigod, let alone this little guy who hasn't become a viscount yet?

"And we don't really want to do anything about it, the only purpose is to identify and identify, which is much easier than preventing some people from escaping. ”

As he spoke, the man with pale 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 set with a strange blue gemstone.

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

On a carriage bound for Place Sainte-Cillland, Ernés Boyar, with his right hand on his left, naturally turned the ring set with a dark sapphire on his ring finger.

He casually looked out the window and saw a trackless horse-drawn carriage slowly approaching from a distance, a newsboy in his early 160s carrying a cross-body bag, hawking along the street, and a large number of bicycles instead of the usual horse-drawn carriages last year, weaving through the crowds of St. George's district.

Here, there are far more people wearing caps in light blue or gray-blue workers' clothing than in formal hats.

Ernes retracted his gaze and secretly sighed, not at all afraid of what might happen next, and even a little expectant.

He felt he was well prepared:

The "Rose Oath" worn on his left hand allows Count Mistral in the distance to share his senses of sight, hearing, and smell, ensuring that no matter what happens, the ultimate goal will be achieved;

In the inner pocket, along with the silver pocket watch, is the "Moon Paper Man", which can take a fatal injury or attack directly at the spirit body in his place, so that he will not suffer heavy damage or death in a short time;

The "Wine Buster" diamond collar pin he wears can help him maintain his energy and sobriety of his thoughts, and improve his ability to resist spells in the mental and physical realm;

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

These magical items were either derived from Ernes' savings or a gift from Count Mistral, making Ernes a "target" that is difficult to solve and control quickly.

Coupled with the Viscount of the Blood Clan's natural resistance to nightmares-like influences, Ones now has almost no weaknesses, even in the face of demigods, as long as the other party does not show their mythical creature form, they can support it for a while.

The only problem is that none of these magical items have a negative impact that they can easily withstand...... The muscles on Erness's face twitched slightly, and quickly calmed down:

The "Rose Oath" ring would make his thoughts pop into the mind of Count Mistral from time to time, and if he wore it for a week without taking it off, it was very likely that the two people who possessed the ring would be in love, regardless of gender or race;

The "Moon Paper Man" is a disposable item that has almost no negative impact and only makes people feel slightly chilled;

The problem with the "wine buster" collar needle is that it will continue to cause damage to the liver and brain, and if you wear it for too long, it is likely to lose a certain ability to think and logic, so you must take off a quarter of an hour every half an hour;

Once the "moonlight ribbon" is tied, the senses become more acute, and it is easier to see things that should not be seen, hear sounds that should not be heard, and at the same time, the wearer will have intermittent itching.

I hope they don't get timid and don't drag it out...... Ernés Boyar took another look at his own state and looked with a hint of anticipation at the entrance to St. Cillland's Square, not far away.

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

On the other side of St. Cillland's Square, Emlyn White, who was on the edge to enjoy the street musicians' performances, suddenly looked up at a bird flying from not far away.

Then, he raised his hand and pressed the top hat on his head, buried his head slightly, and walked briskly to the center of the square, approaching the fountain.

In the process, Emlyn's figure flashed, completely blending into the crowd.

However, this could not shake off the lock of Count Mistral.

The pale silver-haired Count of the Blood Clan turned the sapphire ring on the ring finger of his left hand again, and said calmly:

"Attention. ”

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

At the entrance to Place Sainte-Cillland, Ernés Boyar became more and more energetic, knowing that something was coming, finally coming.

Emlyn chose St. Hillland's Square anyway...... Ernes looked out the window again, watching warily at the pedestrians on the road, the trackless carriages about to stagger, the ordinary newsboys with newspapers and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and shops.

He didn't believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding in it, because there were more and better places to get hands on in St. Hillland's Square, but he thought that there had to be vigilance.

Suddenly, he moved his body and moved forward slightly, narrowly missing from his seat.

The carriage in which he was riding stopped without warning!

Then, as if in a nightmare, the horses pulling the carriage raised their front hooves and struggled wildly, knocking the carriage to the ground.

In the process, Ernes Boyar had the space, the time and the ability to help the driver control the mad horse, but he did not do so, because he saw a transparent and blurry wolf ghost pounce in from the window and throw a rose contained in his body.

A rose!

Ernes Boyar's eyes had barely enlarged, and the carriage had toppled over.

He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let an illusory black shackle stick out of the void, wrapping around the wolf-shaped ghost!

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

When Ernes Boyar stood firm, he stood there stunned, motionless and his eyes glazed.

He had fallen asleep.

Passing by the trackless carriage, a dark-haired, blue-eyed young man in a thin trench coat sat with his back to the middle of the road, intently flipping through a notebook with a hard, patina cover.

Around him, other passengers were reading the newspapers, talking to each other, or looking outside, and saw that the horses were quickly back to normal.

With a swipe on the floor, the black-haired man turned the notebook in his hand to another page.

The trackless carriage continued on its way, gradually moving away.