St. Hillland Square, northwest corner, restaurant third floor.
When the ghost wolf with rose appeared in front of Ernesboyal, Mistral, with light silver hair and scarlet eyes, took his eyes back from Emlin White, and darkness spread out from behind, and countless tiny bats were flying inside.
Bribery... As soon as the blood count silently spoke a word to himself, he saw the overturned carriage, heard the roar of horses, and smelled all kinds of smells, but for a moment he could not find the source of accidents and chaos.
At this moment, his vision suddenly became dark, his eyes seemed to have lost their ability to sense light, and the noisy sound in his ears stopped!
Earl Mistral sniffed to himself, and immediately merged with countless bats behind him and descended to reorganize next to Ernest Boyal.
Suddenly, a little light jumped out from the dark field of vision.
The light quickly expanded and became brighter and brighter, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings appeared from it!
The pair of wings spread out one after another, covering Mistral's horizon, with light and darkness intertwined, forming one mysterious and complex symbol after another.
They are inseparable from each other from the golden figures, both sacred and depraved, both light and dark.
Angel!Mistral's pupils dilated slightly, and she couldn't help but take a step back, interrupting her thoughts just now.
…………
Ernesboyal woke up quickly and confusedly, and saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as gems and clear as lake water. He felt a newspaper handed over and stuffed it into his palm.
In those green eyes, ripples began to sway, and circled into circles of vortexes in the depths, as if they wanted to absorb the witness's soul into it.
Ernesboyal was instantly immersed in it and could no longer remove his eyes.
Then, a gentle and erratic female voice sounded in his ears:
Holding the newspaper, follow Emlin White...
Holding the newspaper, follow Emlin White...
The sound was stacked layer by layer, echoing in Ernesboyal's ears, drilling into his brain and stumbled into his heart.
Ernesboyal nodded in confusion and dullness, feeling that there were still some words in the future, but he couldn't hear them clearly.
The newspaper boy with a cross-shoulder bag quickly turned around, and quickly passed through several bicycles and mixed into the crowd.
He had a pretty face, his hair was scattered and covered his eyebrows. He took off the black gloves he wore at some point when he left his left hand was folded and stuffed them into the satchel that contained the newspaper.
The sound of the wind blew, causing his clothes to shrink, showing a bump in the position of his arm.
A few seconds later, Ernesboyal suddenly jumped backwards, as if he was avoiding something.
not good!I was influenced by the nightmare ability!As soon as he gained a foothold, his pupils dilated, looking around vigilantly, guarding against the upcoming attack.
Although Ernes Boyal is puzzled by how easily he is dragged into his dream, he knows that this is not the time to care about the details, and the next thing is the key point and must not be distracted.
bite!
Several bicycles moved closer and used the sound of bells to remind the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid giving in.
Ernesboyal stared at them with a slight squint, and the muscles under the clothes were ready to go.
These bicycles bypassed him from the side, and the pedestrians who were coming and going either hurried away, or slowed down and pointed.
when!when!when!
As the bell rang out, white steam spewed out from the chimneys at the top of St. Hillan Church, the chants of praise echoed inside and outside with the rotation of huge gears and levers.
On the square, everyone stopped, and at this sacred moment, either closing their eyes to pray or listening quietly. Whether they were the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery, only the feeded white doves, flapping their wings and rushing into the air.
…………
when!when!when!
The bell rang, no one was moving, and the Earl Mistral in the restaurant box also stood there calmly, motionless.
His vision had recovered, but all he saw were workers wearing gray and blue clothes and bicycles in the same style. Nothing was found except these, and Ernest Boyal was not injured at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the hands of the Vampire Viscount that the newspaper boy just now had some problems, but he did not try to catch up.
It is obvious that the ability of the angel person just now is definitely not a middle- and low-sequencer. In other words, the forces behind Emlin White have at least one demigod hidden nearby. Mistral believes that once he takes action, he will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.
When he is in a position that is easy to be discovered and the other party does not know where to hide, the count of the blood clan, Mistral, believes that this is not a good thing, and forcibly chasing will only cause big problems.
Moreover, for the vampire, this is just a temptation. If the forces behind Emlin dispatch a demigod, they will use Ernes Boyal to protect themselves and hold the strong man, so that Mistral can rely on the Rose Oath to confirm the identity of the attacker and they do not intend to break out of fierce conflict. In the planned plan, at most Mistral can stop the other party, so that Ernes Boyal will not suffer any harm.
In this situation, the initiative is no longer with them. If you forcefully chase it, there is a high probability that a demigod war will occur. In Beckland, around St. Hillland Church, this is like suicide.
In addition, for Mistral, since the opponent's demigod did not end up in person and just helped him, it would be indecent to do it directly and chase it, which insulted the reputation of the blood clan earl.
snort!I want to see how it will develop next!Mistral's muscles twitched slightly, and she turned the ghost sapphire ring worn by her left hand again.
…………
After the twelve great bells rang, Emlin took another step, walked around the fountain, and came to the entrance at the other end of St. Hillland Square among the falling white doves.
He then saw Ernesboyal, who was arching his back slightly and did not dare to move half a step, and saw the fallen carriage, the bored tail-shifting horse and the coachman with a look of pain.
Emlin walked over, took out his wallet from his arms, drew 100 pounds of cash, and handed it to the coachman:
This is compensation for you.
Ah?The coachman was confused and surprised.
The taxi carriage did not belong to him. He was just an ordinary employee. When the horse was frightened and the carriage was damaged, he felt distressed for a moment, and then his mind was dominated by panic and desperate emotions.
Judging from the so-called contract and similar things he has seen over the years, this is his responsibility and requires him to make compensation. Based on his income and family situation, this means bankruptcy!
In the short period of time just now, various thoughts arose in the mind of the coachman, mainly divided into three categories. One is to blackmail the scared gentleman in front of him and ask him to make compensation to prevent his family from disintegrating. The child must go to the black factory to work at a young age. The second is to immediately take the horse to find the gang members, sell it, and then return home, take his wife and children to leave Beckland. The third is to arrange for his family to move out of the current rented place and go to the carriage owner to plead for mercy, hoping to return it in installments. If the other party does not agree, he would rather go to jail than compensate a penny.
Now, the sudden 100 pounds of cash hit the driver's heart, making him dizzy and he didn't know what to say.
£100 is enough to buy a new taxi carriage, and there are still a lot left!
Emlin didn't go to see the coachman, but looked at Ernest and said:
It's okay.
Aren't you the biggest problem?You've all come here, how come you're all right?Ernes turned the sapphire ring he was wearing with his left hand while complaining.
For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlin White and even approached the other party.
Emlin glanced at it, suddenly turned around, and quickly entered an alley.
Ernes subconsciously took steps and followed closely behind, holding the newspaper in his hand.
One of these two blood tribes ran and the other chased, both of which were very fast, but they did not dare to show something different from ordinary people.
After the two blood clans ran far away and left the scope of their spiritual sensing, Earl Mistral calmly placed behind with the help of the Rose Oath.
Emlin sometimes circles, sometimes penetrates diagonally, and sometimes returns from another road to the place he passed before, making it impossible to guess where his destination was. Ernes was like a bull with a red flag, and he refused to give up and followed closely behind.
Before they knew it, the two blood clans came to Rose Street in the south of Daqiao District.
At this time, Emlin suddenly accelerated his speed, dragged out the afterimage like he was not afraid of being discovered, and rushed into the Harvest Church.
Ernes did the same.
not good!Earl Mistral in the distance was about to come over to stop the follow-up, and Ernes' figure disappeared at the door of the Harvest Church.
Snap!
The stone bricks on the soles of Mistral's feet were shattered.
After entering the church, Ernes suddenly realized it and immediately saw a figure in her rows of seats standing up at the front of the rows of seats, like a mountain.
At the same time, the entire church became extremely thick and extremely strong, as if it was connected with the earth!
Ernes's mind buzzed and another voice echoed:
After waking up with the first hypnosis, he smashed his belongings at Emlin White.
Brush, brush, brush!Ernes untied his belt, threw out the collar needle, and smashed items one by one towards Emlin White opposite, which even contained the silver pocket watch and a wallet full of banknotes.
Bang!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground and a card mixed with it broke out.
On the card, there was a fair goddess sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and a balance.
Tarot card, Justice card.
When the ghost wolf with rose appeared in front of Ernesboyal, Mistral, with light silver hair and scarlet eyes, took his eyes back from Emlin White, and darkness spread out from behind, and countless tiny bats were flying inside.
Bribery... As soon as the blood count silently spoke a word to himself, he saw the overturned carriage, heard the roar of horses, and smelled all kinds of smells, but for a moment he could not find the source of accidents and chaos.
At this moment, his vision suddenly became dark, his eyes seemed to have lost their ability to sense light, and the noisy sound in his ears stopped!
Earl Mistral sniffed to himself, and immediately merged with countless bats behind him and descended to reorganize next to Ernest Boyal.
Suddenly, a little light jumped out from the dark field of vision.
The light quickly expanded and became brighter and brighter, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of black wings appeared from it!
The pair of wings spread out one after another, covering Mistral's horizon, with light and darkness intertwined, forming one mysterious and complex symbol after another.
They are inseparable from each other from the golden figures, both sacred and depraved, both light and dark.
Angel!Mistral's pupils dilated slightly, and she couldn't help but take a step back, interrupting her thoughts just now.
…………
Ernesboyal woke up quickly and confusedly, and saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as gems and clear as lake water. He felt a newspaper handed over and stuffed it into his palm.
In those green eyes, ripples began to sway, and circled into circles of vortexes in the depths, as if they wanted to absorb the witness's soul into it.
Ernesboyal was instantly immersed in it and could no longer remove his eyes.
Then, a gentle and erratic female voice sounded in his ears:
Holding the newspaper, follow Emlin White...
Holding the newspaper, follow Emlin White...
The sound was stacked layer by layer, echoing in Ernesboyal's ears, drilling into his brain and stumbled into his heart.
Ernesboyal nodded in confusion and dullness, feeling that there were still some words in the future, but he couldn't hear them clearly.
The newspaper boy with a cross-shoulder bag quickly turned around, and quickly passed through several bicycles and mixed into the crowd.
He had a pretty face, his hair was scattered and covered his eyebrows. He took off the black gloves he wore at some point when he left his left hand was folded and stuffed them into the satchel that contained the newspaper.
The sound of the wind blew, causing his clothes to shrink, showing a bump in the position of his arm.
A few seconds later, Ernesboyal suddenly jumped backwards, as if he was avoiding something.
not good!I was influenced by the nightmare ability!As soon as he gained a foothold, his pupils dilated, looking around vigilantly, guarding against the upcoming attack.
Although Ernes Boyal is puzzled by how easily he is dragged into his dream, he knows that this is not the time to care about the details, and the next thing is the key point and must not be distracted.
bite!
Several bicycles moved closer and used the sound of bells to remind the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid giving in.
Ernesboyal stared at them with a slight squint, and the muscles under the clothes were ready to go.
These bicycles bypassed him from the side, and the pedestrians who were coming and going either hurried away, or slowed down and pointed.
when!when!when!
As the bell rang out, white steam spewed out from the chimneys at the top of St. Hillan Church, the chants of praise echoed inside and outside with the rotation of huge gears and levers.
On the square, everyone stopped, and at this sacred moment, either closing their eyes to pray or listening quietly. Whether they were the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery, only the feeded white doves, flapping their wings and rushing into the air.
…………
when!when!when!
The bell rang, no one was moving, and the Earl Mistral in the restaurant box also stood there calmly, motionless.
His vision had recovered, but all he saw were workers wearing gray and blue clothes and bicycles in the same style. Nothing was found except these, and Ernest Boyal was not injured at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the hands of the Vampire Viscount that the newspaper boy just now had some problems, but he did not try to catch up.
It is obvious that the ability of the angel person just now is definitely not a middle- and low-sequencer. In other words, the forces behind Emlin White have at least one demigod hidden nearby. Mistral believes that once he takes action, he will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.
When he is in a position that is easy to be discovered and the other party does not know where to hide, the count of the blood clan, Mistral, believes that this is not a good thing, and forcibly chasing will only cause big problems.
Moreover, for the vampire, this is just a temptation. If the forces behind Emlin dispatch a demigod, they will use Ernes Boyal to protect themselves and hold the strong man, so that Mistral can rely on the Rose Oath to confirm the identity of the attacker and they do not intend to break out of fierce conflict. In the planned plan, at most Mistral can stop the other party, so that Ernes Boyal will not suffer any harm.
In this situation, the initiative is no longer with them. If you forcefully chase it, there is a high probability that a demigod war will occur. In Beckland, around St. Hillland Church, this is like suicide.
In addition, for Mistral, since the opponent's demigod did not end up in person and just helped him, it would be indecent to do it directly and chase it, which insulted the reputation of the blood clan earl.
snort!I want to see how it will develop next!Mistral's muscles twitched slightly, and she turned the ghost sapphire ring worn by her left hand again.
…………
After the twelve great bells rang, Emlin took another step, walked around the fountain, and came to the entrance at the other end of St. Hillland Square among the falling white doves.
He then saw Ernesboyal, who was arching his back slightly and did not dare to move half a step, and saw the fallen carriage, the bored tail-shifting horse and the coachman with a look of pain.
Emlin walked over, took out his wallet from his arms, drew 100 pounds of cash, and handed it to the coachman:
This is compensation for you.
Ah?The coachman was confused and surprised.
The taxi carriage did not belong to him. He was just an ordinary employee. When the horse was frightened and the carriage was damaged, he felt distressed for a moment, and then his mind was dominated by panic and desperate emotions.
Judging from the so-called contract and similar things he has seen over the years, this is his responsibility and requires him to make compensation. Based on his income and family situation, this means bankruptcy!
In the short period of time just now, various thoughts arose in the mind of the coachman, mainly divided into three categories. One is to blackmail the scared gentleman in front of him and ask him to make compensation to prevent his family from disintegrating. The child must go to the black factory to work at a young age. The second is to immediately take the horse to find the gang members, sell it, and then return home, take his wife and children to leave Beckland. The third is to arrange for his family to move out of the current rented place and go to the carriage owner to plead for mercy, hoping to return it in installments. If the other party does not agree, he would rather go to jail than compensate a penny.
Now, the sudden 100 pounds of cash hit the driver's heart, making him dizzy and he didn't know what to say.
£100 is enough to buy a new taxi carriage, and there are still a lot left!
Emlin didn't go to see the coachman, but looked at Ernest and said:
It's okay.
Aren't you the biggest problem?You've all come here, how come you're all right?Ernes turned the sapphire ring he was wearing with his left hand while complaining.
For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlin White and even approached the other party.
Emlin glanced at it, suddenly turned around, and quickly entered an alley.
Ernes subconsciously took steps and followed closely behind, holding the newspaper in his hand.
One of these two blood tribes ran and the other chased, both of which were very fast, but they did not dare to show something different from ordinary people.
After the two blood clans ran far away and left the scope of their spiritual sensing, Earl Mistral calmly placed behind with the help of the Rose Oath.
Emlin sometimes circles, sometimes penetrates diagonally, and sometimes returns from another road to the place he passed before, making it impossible to guess where his destination was. Ernes was like a bull with a red flag, and he refused to give up and followed closely behind.
Before they knew it, the two blood clans came to Rose Street in the south of Daqiao District.
At this time, Emlin suddenly accelerated his speed, dragged out the afterimage like he was not afraid of being discovered, and rushed into the Harvest Church.
Ernes did the same.
not good!Earl Mistral in the distance was about to come over to stop the follow-up, and Ernes' figure disappeared at the door of the Harvest Church.
Snap!
The stone bricks on the soles of Mistral's feet were shattered.
After entering the church, Ernes suddenly realized it and immediately saw a figure in her rows of seats standing up at the front of the rows of seats, like a mountain.
At the same time, the entire church became extremely thick and extremely strong, as if it was connected with the earth!
Ernes's mind buzzed and another voice echoed:
After waking up with the first hypnosis, he smashed his belongings at Emlin White.
Brush, brush, brush!Ernes untied his belt, threw out the collar needle, and smashed items one by one towards Emlin White opposite, which even contained the silver pocket watch and a wallet full of banknotes.
Bang!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground and a card mixed with it broke out.
On the card, there was a fair goddess sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and a balance.
Tarot card, Justice card.
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