Herwin left the Tower of Pure White.

He could not find any trace of the existence of the third knight's apprentice.

There are three more common types of erasing a person's existence.

The first is to erase his existence and the memories of others, often in the case of the killer possessing strong psychic abilities or using certain taboo items related to memory.

However, this situation cannot erase the traces of the target's life, as long as you search carefully, you can always find loopholes, and this ability is basically no threat to Herwin.

Second, in addition to erasing the impression of others, all objects related to him will also disappear, and this disappearance is on a material level, and in order to keep the world moving, memories and objects that did not exist before may also be generated.

If the erased person has had a huge impact on others in the past, that influence will still exist, but it will be distorted into something else.

The third type, in the words of those psychologists now, is cognitive impairment, which is also the most dangerous one, where his body remains in place and slowly decomposes, and objects related to him, such as the original room and photographs, are still in place.

But no one can correctly recognize the existence of these things, and the brain of the person who sees these things cannot properly understand the things that are affected by cognitive impairment.

However, the vanished apprentice is definitely not the reason, because if it is a cognitive impairment, either Hervin will not even remember his existence, or he will be able to find traces of his existence.

It is impossible to just remember him and not find what he has.

How can there be so many strange things in the city of Firth.

Hervin pressed his forehead helplessly, now he was going to another secret in the city.

Men constantly pass through the flow of people, and horse-drawn carriages in the streets, steam-powered cars and internal combustion engine-powered cars drive side by side.

Mary Anne quietly appeared beside Herwen, shopping around like an ordinary aristocratic lady.

Her face was now slightly different from usual, and just a few lines of change were enough to completely disguise her identity.

Mary Anne walked up to Hervin to the right and whispered:

"It seems that Tyr has a task to give you, which is a bit unusual, he usually does not let a new member do things, but slowly cultivates your trust and sense of belonging to the White Lions. ”

Herwin asked:

"Do you know Gary?"

Mary Anne was a little surprised when she heard this, and wondered why Herwin was asking him something:

"I still understand, although he usually doesn't express his opinions in meetings, but he often supports Tyr's plans at critical moments, and as far as I know, he doesn't have any power, but he should be very capable of fighting, maybe a fifth-order combat power. ”

Hervin says:

"He's a legend. ”

Mary Anne suddenly felt a sense of frustration, although she didn't join too early, and she was not a combatant herself, but the seemingly inconspicuous Gary in the club turned out to be a legend that she couldn't compare to at all, and how many deputies were better than her?

But at this time, Mary Anne felt that her decision to defect was really the right one, and in the White Lions Club, she would always be a member of the White-Lions Club to deal with some chores.

But if she follows this man who takes the White Lion Society as her prey, she may be able to realize her ideals and become an admired female magnat.

And then let this unjust world be punished as it deserves.

Mary Anne and Hervin says:

"If that's the case, Gary may be a secret move for Tyr, and everyone knows that Gary and Tyr are close and should be the most loyal of all of us, and Parr is the most capable of all.

"It's just that now it seems that Gary has more than just loyalty. ”

Herwin thoughtfully:

"Are Gary and Parr the two closest lieutenants to Tyr, and are there anyone else to watch out for?"

"There's another person, and that's Desire, who also has a lot of contact with Tyr, and I told you before that they might be doing something bad, and it's probably Desire who is in control of that. ”

Hervin says:

"Do you know his strength?"

Mary Anne nonchalantly took two steps to the left:

"He shouldn't be very strong, and he doesn't have the confidence to speak in meetings, but he should have a lot to do with the Rathat Gang in the city, and although the Rathat Gang is just a small gang that roams the slums and shady streets, it is able to survive around many large gangs and knights.

"And if they have a single round, their influence in the slums is not small, and it can even be said that it is quite prestigious. ”

Hervin's eyes wandered naturally over the pedestrians in the street, and Mary Anne seemed to be just a passerby passing by him:

"You said that Tyr was going to send me to do something, do you know what it is?"

Mary Anne wasn't sure either:

"I don't know, Tyr has always had his own ideas, and he basically doesn't listen to anyone else's advice except Parr, but even if he doesn't understand his decision, he will prove it right in the future.

At the end of the day, Tyre is a man of great self-confidence, and he is the only one who can attract the support of so many people, and who is the only one who can come up with such idealistic plans and goals. ”

Mary Anne went on to lament:

"Although I don't support his ideas and don't share with them, I also have to say that he has remained on the path he said he was talking about. ”

Not far from the underground meeting place of the White Lion Club, there is a place that connects with it, which is not like a meeting place, like a fairy tale.

There was nothing but dark, damp air and a bloody reality.

Desiré kept moving forward beside the railing, countless thin figures huddled in the corners of their cells, gasping in the darkness.

Some people are taking advantage of the rare moment of calm to regain their strength, hoping to survive the next blood draw, while others have given up hope and have no illusions about the future.

Desilei stopped in front of a cell, and the figure in the room couldn't help but tremble when he saw this, and looked at Desilei with eyes full of fear.

"Don't choose me, don't choose me, don't choose me! My lord, please, you can do whatever you want, I still have a daughter, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. ”

Desiray pulled the lean man out of the room, clasped his hand on his throat, dragged the struggling man to a seat connected to a strange machine.

If Enid had been here, she would have recognized that many of the parts of the machine had a similar structure to the Knights' legacy device, but were much more simple and violent.

If the Order's legacy is beautifully installed like a work of art, then the chair is a clumsy imitation, and the craftsmanship is crude, just barely usable.

And this imitation is obviously not like the inheritance device of the Knights, which can ensure that the blooddrawer is not harmed.

Desiré pressed him against the chair, inserted the needle into the man's vein, and turned on the machine with a casual expression.

"Ahhh

With a wail of pain, the man's already thin body was deflated again, and now he was like a dry corpse, as if it was not only the blood itself that flowed out of the man's body.

The man's eyes were hollow, and all the emotions he had just struggled with disappeared.

Desire said indifferently:

"He's not going to have the next blood draw, so get rid of it. ”

At the other end of the machine, a cylindrical metal cylinder, two people high, steam is ejected from both sides of the mechanical cylinder as the gears turn, and the front of the cylinder slowly rises.

Tyr put on the white robe he had prepared and looked at Désire.

Desire bowed his head and said:

"My lord, it's time for a meeting again. ”

Unlike when he was in front of people, there was no emotion on Tiel's face at this moment:

"The blood hasn't been fresh lately, so it's time for another batch. ”

"Yes. ”

"We're getting closer and closer to our great plan. ”

The two walked towards the meeting place, leaving only the low moans of the man in the chair echoing in the darkness.