Tonight at 10 o'clock...... Crane glanced at Miss Messenger, who was waiting in place, walked to his desk, spread out a blank piece of paper, and wrote:

"I'll be on time.

"In addition, the situation in Beckland has been tense recently, and it is important to pay attention to the degree of control. ”

After reminding Sharon, Crane folded the letter and pulled out a gold coin and a rectangular "diamond" that refracted light from his pocket.

"It's a 'Yesterday Reappear' spell that allows you to briefly borrow power from your past self. Crane handed all three items to Renette Tinnicol at the same time.

One of the blonde red-eyed heads that Renette Tinicol was carrying opened its mouth and bit everything together, while the other three said in turn:

"Why ......", "Give ......", "I ......"

"It's part of the advance payment. Crane smiled as usual.

The reminder from "Magic Mirror" Arodus made him feel the need to prepare more.

Renette Tinicol didn't ask any more questions, and the four bright-looking heads bobbed up and down in unison with the help of their gripping hair.

He then stepped into the void and disappeared into the room.

Crane looked out the window at the drizzle and the already dark sky, took off his coat, and handed it to the valet Enyoni.

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

9:50 p.m., Joe Wood District, a street near the Tasok River.

In the rainy weather that is common in autumn and winter in Beckland, a rented carriage turns into the area and slowly moves on.

In the carriage, Emlyn White, who was holding a top hat, looked at the young man with pale face and slightly messy hair opposite him with bright red eyes, and said with a slight hook of the corners of his mouth:

"This is it?"

Marić, whose figure was a little erratic, nodded, and pointed to a house with a shop in front of him:

"Yes.

"It was a bookstore, the owner was Charlie Lake, a man of pure blood, but he went to the Southern Continent once when he was young, hoping to get rich, where he became a member of the Rose School, a believer in the 'Bound God', and was sent back to Beckland, responsible for gathering intelligence and helping the members of the Rose School on other tasks, we had been staring at him for a long time, wanting to deal with him, cut off the Rose School's intelligence transmission, and create a better living environment for himself, but in the end we held back. ”

Emlyn said with a smile:

"It turns out that patience does often lead to better results.

"Oh, frankly, you're not acting like I imagined the temperance 'ghost' to be, and I thought you'd be stingy with your words. ”

Marić glanced at the vampire opposite, who was supposedly already a viscount:

"Different people have different personalities, and moderation is simply the control of desires beyond the limit.

"If I don't explain this matter so clearly, I am afraid that you will not understand it and that it will affect the final result, and then the desire for 'moderation' will exceed the limit of what it should be. ”

Oh, it's philosophical, but you don't need to take me as an example...... Emlin leaned against the wall of the compartment leisurely, looked at the other party and said:

"Continuing with the previous topic. ”

Marić looked out the window again:

"Charlie Lake has a maid from the Paz Valley, who is also a member of the Rose School.

"In addition, in the two houses diagonally opposite the Lake's bookstore, there is a widow and an alcoholic man, who belong to the followers of the 'Bound God' and will deliver information to the Rose School at critical moments.

"What you need to do is to spy on these three men as we deal with Charlie Lake, and through the transmission of information, locate the head of the Rose School in Beckland.

"Of course, we're definitely going to give Charlie Lake some chance to call for help, or send a signal. ”

Emlin bowed slightly:

"I see. ”

He immediately glanced sideways at the cloudy sky with no red moon in sight, and turned to the ring set with a dark blue gemstone on the ring finger of his left hand.

This is the "Rose Oath" ring that allows Count Mistral to share his senses of sight, hearing, and smell.

The ring spun around and returned to Emlyn's hand, of course, only temporarily.

In this way, the words that Marić had just said had been heard by Count Mistral and shared them with the other Blood Clan participants.

Emlin originally thought that although he was only responsible for the central liaison and did not play an important role, he could at least show some spell-like abilities from the "Crimson Scholar", and deliver the message very personally in front of the "Wraith" Marić, who knows, he didn't have to do anything, just put on the ring and arrive at the scene.

This frustrated him and made him feel like he was just a tool.

Less than a demigod, many things are not even qualified to participate directly, let alone save the race...... At this moment, Emlyn had some impulses in his heart, feeling that his level was not worthy of his secret identity, and he was not yet able to take on the responsibility that he should bear.

As for the effect of the "Rose Oath" on the minds of the two wearers from time to time, Emlyn was not worried, and he asked Miss "Justice" to do a hypnotis in advance, so that he would not think about things that should not be known to the higher-ups of the Blood Clan tonight.

As soon as the thought of his exclamation fell, a voice belonging to Count Mistral suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Arrogant, naïve, naïve ......"

This, this is the "Rose Oath" that randomly passed on some of the ideas of Count Mistral...... Scold...... Emlyn sneered inwardly, and began to silently repeat a name:

Ernes Boyar...... ...... Ernes Boyar"

This viscount was under the protection of Count Mistral, and was hypnotized to go to the Harvest Church to volunteer for a long time!

At this time, Marić glanced at Emlin's expression, nodded and said:

"Your attitude now reassures me even more. ”

Very serious, very solemn, very focused.

Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said:

"Thank you. ”

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

On the second floor of the bookstore was the home of Charlie Lake, a businessman over 50 years old, whose parents had long since died, who never married, and who were said to have had several illegitimate children, none of whom lived with him.

After instructing the maid and maid to check whether the doors and windows of the house were locked, he went back to his bedroom, poured a glass of red wine, sat down on the sofa, and tasted it quite relaxed.

He used to drink a little before bed.

When the wine was at the bottom, Charlie Lake stood up and walked to the bathroom.

As he passed the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he glanced at it casually, and his body suddenly froze.

In the mirror, his face had become extremely pale at some point, his eyes were extremely protruding, bright red blood had been left on the edges, and the corners of his mouth were dark red.

As a member of the Rose School, Charlie Lake is no stranger to such situations, and instead of screaming or running around like ordinary people, he raised his right hand and stretched it out to his chest.

As soon as he touched the ornament he was wearing, his body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave that would never melt, and it was cold from the inside out.

This cold was like a life force, rapidly expanding, occupying every corner of Charlie Lake's body, making him feel that his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him, and he began to obey the orders of others.

At this moment, there seemed to be an extra person in his body, cold and vague, full of malice, directly taking over everything outside of his thoughts.

Charlie Lake also saw a new change in himself in the mirror, and there were two more figures in his eyes, both of which were young men in white shirts and black vests.

With the touch of his right hand preemptively, a bright light lit up in front of him.

This glow seems to originate from a shrunken "sun" that throws light and heat in all directions.

Charlie Lake suddenly felt the warmth, no longer controlled by the cold in his body, and spat out a word slightly vaguely:

"Purify!"

The miniature "sun" on his chest became hotter and hotter, and the light was like warm water, surging inward, causing layers of ripples.

Charlie Lake then regained control of his body, abandoned the doorway, and staggered to the window.

The curtains had not yet been drawn, and the drizzle was falling lightly outside, and the street lamps were dimly lit.

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Charlie Lake was passing by the carpeted coffee table sofa area when he suddenly stumbled and nearly fell.

The rug seemed to come to life, wrapping around his ankles!

Bang!

The coffee table flew up, along with the bone china teacup and various documents on it, and slapped it directly on Charlie Lake's face, tearing him apart and turning him into a strange puppet that had been mutilated.

After an instant, Charlie Lake's figure stood out on the other side, and he continued to run wildly in fear in his heart.

He had never hated his bedroom being too big as he did now.

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With pens shooting and papers flying, Charlie Lake finally ran to the window.

As a devout believer, he did not immediately break out of the window, but held the curtain and brushed it to pull it on.

At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the gas pipe.

On the iron-black metal surface, a layer of white frost instantly condensed.

With a click, the glass window in front of Charlie Lake shattered on its own, and every fragment shot out like a bullet, slapping the merchant in the face, sticking not a single piece of his intact skin, and causing blood to gush out of his neck.

Charlie Lake's eyes darkened, and he fell backwards weakly, screaming and shouting in the process, but the sound could not reach the room.

At this moment, in another room, a maid who was obviously from the Southern Continent saw the light of the gas wall lamp shaking.

She immediately turned her head and looked at where the "employer" was, and saw that the gas pipes there were covered with hoarfrost.

In a house opposite Charlie Lake, the rosacea-nosed man with his sleeves rolled up and drinking suddenly saw that the curtains were only half drawn.

In the code he agreed with Charlie Lake, all the curtains are closed and all opened, which means that there is no problem, and only one side and only half of them are in an emergency, and the people above must be notified immediately.

He jerked to his feet.

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