Emma. Add sat on the couch and waited quietly.

Her gaze swept over the reception room, which seemed to be very simple, but she was secretly surprised in her heart.

If nothing else, the vase on the right hand side of the door alone after entering the door should be a product of the Pope's last days, judging by the style.

The story depicted above is 'God blessed the faithful'.

After a slight discernment, Emma. Add came to the conclusion that the vase was genuine.

In addition to this vase, there is also an oil painting depicting the war of the 'Resistance Era' in the reception room, which is obviously repaired, but it is also very valuable.

"The vase is worth about 15, and the oil painting is at least 10, and if you meet a buyer you like, the price may be 2-3 more."

"The other party's wealth is a little beyond imagination."

"Still, you're really unlucky to run into that guy."

Emma. Add sighed suddenly.

Of course, it's just an exclamation, and there will be absolutely no sympathy.

Emma. Add had dealt with these so-called collectors more than once, and she knew exactly what they were.

It is no different from a thief or robber on the street.

At most, the title is high-sounding.

And some of the tricky and reckless methods used in it are even more chilling.

Perhaps, there will also be collectors in the true sense of the word.

But Emma. Add hadn't seen it.

She didn't have much hope for Putt either.

Because, ever since she entered here, her instincts had told her that this place was full of malice and was very dangerous.

Especially when Putt comes along.

This well-known collector in the city of Eikende is not young, his hair is gray, and his emaciated face has traces left by time, although he does not need to be supported to walk, but he does not walk fast, from opening the door to Emma. In front of Eddie, it took three or four seconds, a little slower than the average person's walk.

"Hello, Mr. Putter."

"I'm here on behalf of His Excellency 2567, and he heard that you have a 'statue of Mordin' here, and he wants to buy it for a high price."

Without waiting for the other person to speak, Emma. Add stood up in advance and greeted the other party, and quickly explained his intentions.

And in Emma. Eddie's back, a fine bead of sweat, had wet the T-shirt.

In Emma. In Eddie's eyes, Pute, who looks old, is like a fierce beast patrolling his own territory, ready to open his bloody mouth to her, the prey that invades the other party's territory.

"Terrible guy!"

Emma. Add never doubted his instincts.

Her instincts had saved her too many times.

This time, Emma. Eddie believes it is no exception.

So, she became more and more cautious.

"Your Excellency 2567, how did you know that I had a 'Mordin's Statue' here?"

"I don't want to say it, but I don't think anyone here will give away my collection."

Putt asked casually.

"Someone sold the information to 2567."

"I haven't seen that person, though."

In the face of Putte's questioning, Emma. Eddie didn't hesitate to answer, even if it was a lie, under such a premise, it became true.

At least, Putt didn't see the flaw.

"Is that so?"

"I'm sorry, but I do own a 'statue of Mordin,' but I'm not going to sell it — you know, a real collector doesn't sell his collection."

After muttering to himself, Putt shook his head and rejected Emma. Eddie.

"That's a shame."

"I'll tell you what you think, but don't worry, 2567 isn't the kind of person who acts recklessly."

"He'll understand your struggle."

Speaking, Emma. Add got up and took his leave.

In the bottom of her heart, the malice is getting stronger and stronger, and the sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger.

She didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"I hope so."

Look at Emma. Eddie's departing back, Putt lowered his eyes, covering the ruthlessness and resentment that could barely be suppressed.

After the initial shock, Putt quickly reacted to what the 'Gluttonous King' had in mind.

"Want to take advantage of other people's greed for the 'Mordin Statue' to mess up the situation and fish in troubled waters?"

"'Gluttonous King' is too simple for you!"

"You never know who you're up against!"

"Start with the woman in front of you, I'm going to make you regret teasing me!"

The killing intent in Pute's heart became more and more intense.

And Emma in the middle of the road. Eddie's body trembled.

Beyond ordinary perception, she noticed the unkindness of the collector behind her, but she knew that she was still safe for the time being, and the other party would not attack her in the other party's residence, at least until she left.

Therefore, Emma. Eddie wasn't worried.

But the premonition of impending catastrophe in her intuition was like a shadow of death looming around her, lingering.

"What's wrong?"

"What the hell will happen?"

The speculation that kept rising in the bottom of her heart made Emma. Add walked faster and faster, her palms unconsciously raised, gently wiping her nose stud.

It looks like it's just a random action.

But for Emma. Add brings a touch of peace of mind.

And then......

A gentle breeze blows in your ears.

The subtle sound of the wind is like a lakeside on a summer night.

Not only comfortable, but also cozy.

But Emma. Eddie fell into an ice cellar, and his whole body froze in place.

The breeze, in her senses, was a biting cold wind, not only cold, but also dark, like the breath of the mythical god of death that plundered all life.

Around her, the invisible force field rippled layer by layer, and a crack appeared on the silver nose stud, and then, like a spider's web, it shattered and spread.

Syllable!

Eventually, the nose nail shattered.

But Emma. Add survived.

At the time of the appearance of the Invisible Force Field Shield, Emma. Add rushed to the corner, where there was a long set of couches that could have served as a makeshift defense.

A layer of bright red liquid appeared on Emma. Eddie's feet on Emma. Add's speed was doubled, and a moment before the invisible force field shield was completely shattered, Emma. Add slipped behind the couch.

"How do you leave?"

Emma. Add looked at the 'Bloody Man' Odoc, who appeared silently beside him, and asked in a low voice.

She didn't ask why they were here.

He didn't even ask the other party what happened.

These problems are not as important as a small life.

'Bloodman' Odoc made a silent gesture and raised his hand to corrode the wall behind the couch.

In the reception room, the collector was curled up in a corner with his arms clutched, and a figure was engaged with the 'giant arm', who was enraged by his employer's injury.

The two sides fought inextricably.

No one bothered with Emma at all. Add and 'Bloodman' Odoc.

Nor did anyone hear the outward noise of the sirens.

No!

Putt noticed.

The collector's mouth opened wide in horror and tried to cry out for help.

However, it was too late.

A dagger shot out of the shadows and into his mouth, piercing not only Put's neck but also his vocal cords.