Let's start in order from near to far, from familiar to unfamiliar.

Patton's side, Newton.

A dark-eyed man behind a Roman desk raised an eyebrow, put down a newspaper, and dialed a phone call.

In the short time before the phone was answered, we glanced at the newspaper that had been put down.

'The former chief of police of the southern district of Patton was shot dead on the spot......

"Aethera~" passed, "I see your loss, it's time to talk about cooperation......"

"She's not here. Caesar's voice," called the office phone. The apathetic tone of the teenager.

"Ahh ”

"Sakai. The impatient tone of the teen, "The office phone is xxxx......"

Hung up.

The black-eyed man was stunned when he held the earpiece, squinted and curled the corners of his mouth, and continued to dial the number.

"Caesar, can you wait for your mother to come back and tell her to call me back? ”

"Nope. "Super crisp. Hang up again.

The corners of his mouth couldn't bend up, and the black-eyed guy began to frown, getting tighter and tighter, and the skin at the corners of his eyes cracked.

"Tsk. The man pressed the corner of his eye, and when he released it again, the torn skin healed, and he dialed the number again, "If you hang up my phone again, I will tear your soul into a thousand pieces." ”

There was silence on the other side of the earpiece for a while, and the voice didn't seem to be speaking into the microphone, "Alice, if my soul is broken into a thousand pieces, can you recover?" ”

A small and helpless reply, "Is it Sissi?" Don't mess with her, no, you shouldn't mess with her...... Alice's voice said, "Okay, put it away, I've added a protective witchcraft, and now it's impossible for your father to break it himself, unless he uses silver...... Uh, well, let's not talk about it, Caesar, it's time to go to school. ”

The voice turned into the microphone, "If you can tear it, come on." It was still the indifferent tone of the teenager, and then it changed to an impatient question, "Uh, who are you?"

The black-eyed man didn't answer, but was silent, and after the silence, "The Sissi in your mouth can't be a coincidence that it's a saint." The name is not common. ”

"Who are you?" asked impatiently.

The corners of the black-eyed man's eyes twitched, his skin cracked again, and he didn't care, he hung up the phone directly, and the black in his eyes began to roll.

After a moment, he began to speak into the air.

"Give me a new container. ”

"The mayor died violently and disappeared...... I don't care what the news is going to write -- I hate this container! Find me a new one! And make him the new mayor!"

"I don't care if the mayor is elected! I don't want to wait! I want a new container, and Newton will have a new mayor!"

"Good. One more thing, to withdraw support for Barton Ethera. ”

"Yes, what else do I mean! Buying up all of Ethra's husband's family, I want him to go bankrupt. ”

"Why? Why do I need to explain? Execute my orders!"

"Tsk. The sooner the better. Yes, just do it, I don't want to see a penny of Newton go to someone who is messing with the Saints. Great, keep me informed of the progress. ”

......

A little farther away.

Central, Salem.

Yuehua bent the corners of her mouth and flipped over on the messy bed, her white and smooth arms directly wrapped around Baiying on the pillow after turning over, and the newspaper had been folded and stood in front of Baiying, who had just opened her eyes, "Look, Zach is doing interesting things again." ”

Baiying brushed aside his long scattered hair, looked at a sketch photo in the newspaper, frowned slightly, and thought.

"I don't remember, my grandmother once told me that the ancestors of Mokawi married one man after another, and finally they were all abandoned. ”

Baiying's eyebrows opened and turned into a smile, "Then I found out that all of them were black witches~" Turned over on the already messy bed and pasted Yuehua, "I spent an unforgettable journey of self-discovery~ Finally, I married a landscape painting~"

Sure enough, it's a woman who only talks about the point. The newspaper has been thrown under the bed, so make it a little messier......

"Moonlight Hundred Shadows. Outside the closed door, an unfamiliar voice, seemingly young, "It's time to assemble." ”

"Uh, I almost forgot. Yuehua raised her head from Baiying's long hair, shook her head helplessly, and glanced at the door, "Come in." ”

The door opened, and although she lowered her head attentively, she didn't need to, and the black witch waved her hand, and everything was gone, and even the newspapers on the floor were back on the bedside table.

Yuehua Baiying wrapped around the bath towel and walked to the bathroom, "Is there any news from the committee?" was asked by Yuehua.

"Do you want to vote?" the young Indian girl, picking up the newspaper casually, "No, but I see that the committee members seem to have reached a consensus, and they look like they have a tacit understanding with each other, and we will know when the voting results come out." ”

There was already the sound of water in the bathroom, but I don't know what method the Black Witch used, the voice of the conversation was still clear and unaffected, "Well, that's a full ticket, either go to Barton unanimously or stay in Salem with a full ticket." ”

The girl looked at the sketch photo, and then looked at the report, and showed a thoughtful look, always feeling that Mokawi, who was married to the painting, as if she had heard of it somewhere, "What about you? Are you the ones who went to Barton in person, do you want to stay or do you want to go?"

"We~" Yuehua was smiling, "Our opinions are not important, the results of the vote are important." ”

The girl pouted, "It's not fair, let the old ladies who have never been there vote on such an important matter, but you who have really experienced it yourself don't have the right to vote." ”

"That's how it's fair~" Yuehua only said the first half of the sentence.

The important second half of the sentence is Hyakei, "People who have experienced it personally have subjective feelings that affect judgment, and only the committee that only receives information can make the most objective and correct judgment." You are still too young to understand a lot of things and still need to learn. ”

The girl pursed her lips, "Tell me about Alice Firefly again, what about her, she probably doesn't understand even less." "This should be a girl's petty nature.

"It's Alice Grande. Yuehua corrected, "She, she doesn't necessarily know much, her teachers are Torredo and Alpha." ”

"I remember you saying that when you first went, she didn't understand anything. ”

"That's for herself, about the Banshee, and the rest, she knows a lot, you forgot we said that she had a human friend, or a human friend who accepted her. What about you~"

The girl blushed and whispered, "I didn't have a chance, I was sent to Salem at the age of five, where did I come from...... ordinary people" The volume returned to normal, and raised her eyebrows, "You like Grande very much, so you actually support going to Barton." ”

In the bathroom, Yuehua came out with her head exposed, and her wet arm stretched out, pointing somewhere, "Dry towel." The girl's obedient action, Yuehua continued, without expression, "Of course." In the middle of the chaos, the threat of 'Colt' could be drawn into us at any time, while at Patton, we were not threatened by 'Colt'. Of course, what I don't think is possible, it's subjective after getting along with Grande. ”

The towel was handed to Yuehua, two, "Do you say that the 'Colt' in Toredo's hand is real?"

"Don't think about things like this that don't have answers. Hyakei's voice accompanied her as she came out with a bath towel, red incantations ruffling her wet hair.

"Actually, I want to go to Barton too. The girl pursed her lips, "Salem protected me, and I want to protect others." The wizards that Sbella wants to protect are, like us, outcasts by their families, and now they have no power to protect themselves. ”

"Huh. Yuehua patted the girl's head, "Don't underestimate Barton, when there was no 'enchantment', Sibella protected her retirement life very well, and Torredo, who was wanted by the entire Hidden Alliance, also protected herself very well, and lost the alpha of the wolves, and also protected herself very well. Even now, the fallen angels protect themselves very well. ”

The girl seemed to be persuaded of something, pursed her lips and nodded, "And the saints, and the angels......"

Yuehua looked at Baiying, and the eyes of both of them were helpless, turning into a wordless smile. Because, I really don't know, how did Patton's peace come about. At the time of Barton, I didn't understand, and now, I don't understand.

"Alright. Assembly. ”

Grooming and dressing were ready, and the three black witches set off.

......

A little further away.

Or the middle, where, I don't know. Characters, count...... Let's get acquainted.

The woman huddled in the damp and cold underground passage shuddered and raised her hand to block the droplets that were about to drip onto a moldy picture frame beside her. Hidden by the tangled hair, a pair of dark red eyes looked at the child who shook the water droplets at this side.

"Stop!" a middle-aged man stopped the child from continuing to shake the umbrella while giving the woman an apologetic look, "You threw it on this lady." The man's expression returned to seriousness, looking at his child, "Apologize." ”

"I'm sorry. The child pursed his lips and looked at the woman's dirty face.

The man looked at the woman, his expression apologetic, and at the same time clearly noticed the woman's predicament. It seems to be a homeless woman, and the wooden board (picture frame) that is tightly guarded by her side is probably her bed.

The man held the still dripping umbrella in one hand, raised his bag on the other leg, and began to flip it. It seems that this man is not a rich man either: he is dressed for ordinary work, he takes his children through the underground passage on a rainy day, apparently he has no car, and he has to send his children to school himself.

The red eyes under the woman's messy hair faded and she didn't want to pay attention to it. She's not hungry now. Look, this underground passage should have been crowded with real homeless people on a rainy day, but there was only her here, and she put a picture frame on her back.

Smack.

The man did have an open wallet in his hand, but a folded newspaper fell on the wet floor.

The woman only glanced at it, unable to take her eyes off.

It was a newspaper that had apparently been opened halfway up, and in the small compartment in the corner, there was a sketch photograph, which was being soaked in water and turned dark.

"Uh......"

"Daddy Newspaper ......"

The man grabbed the child who was trying to pick up the newspaper, "Forget it. He took out more than twenty and put it in front of the woman who seemed to be in a daze. Didn't wait for a grateful response anymore, and pulled his child away.

Leaving the woman, she picked up the newspaper tremblingly, stared at the water-stained sketch, and glanced at the headline.

"Fart!!" her voice echoed through the underground passages, causing father and son to quicken their pace, "What the hell is Elena!!How many generations of bitches-son-!Why don't I know each other!Why do you blow people up with your mother's face!Who the hell is Darcy!

The focus is a little weird, it's okay, Mokawi is crazy, Zach said.

......

The last time it was far away, it was already a complete stranger to us.

The easternmost city in the West.

Hooded men stand in a circle in front of a Kozil shop. The little girl who opened the shop walked past these people tremblingly and opened the door tremblingly.

"First, gentlemen, I, we've got half, half an hour before we're officially open...... no one answered her, she quickly closed the door, ran to the counter, picked up the phone in hiding, and began dialing.

In order to better attract customers into the store, the store has no walls, only transparent glass windows, and what she is doing inside can be seen by people outside. I also heard it clearly.

"She called the police. "A hooded man spoke, a male duck's voice, and his voice was really ugly.

"her. The other hooded man spoke, in a mediocre voice. He was holding a newspaper in his hand, which he had picked up on the steps in front of the store. pursed his lips and handed out the newspaper in his hand, "Look at this, Mokawi who is married to the painting." He briefly raised his head, revealing the side of his face. An ugly man, full of pits, the consequences of not being able to control his hands when he was a teenager.

"The portrait is right. The hood girl spoke, "The name is wrong." "It's doubts, looking up as if asking for everyone's opinions, uh, it's not a woman, it's a man, uh, it's a woman, it's a man......

"Barton. I haven't heard of this city. "Don't tell who's talking.

"Eastern, Massa State. "There are still people who know," the city of fallen angels. ”

"Where did you hear that? It's the city of Alpha. ”

"You're all wrong, it's the city of wizards. I've heard what kind of enchantment the wizard has built over there......"

"The Devil's Feast. The city where Cozil personally settled, this Darcy, was also a member of the Demon Feast. ”

"Ugh. The pit face man took back the newspaper, "What the hell is wrong with us? ”

No one spoke.

"We're only good at receiving information, and it's Toredo's business to organize and apply it......," he shut up, and everyone shook their heads together. As if in silence.

"Wait a minute. The pit-faced man looked up violently, "Toredo ...... "He must have thought of something, "This Barton, is it possible that there is someone who knows about Mokave?"

Under the hood, eyes are rapidly communicating with each other.

In the ugly faces, the dark red light flickered.

Someone spoke again, "The police are coming, do we still talk to Kozil about a deal?"

"I can't. "We've all seen the last artificial species, and he's lost hope of continuing the race, because of Cozier's exploitation, do we really want to be like that artificial species?"

"But for revenge, you can only trade with Kozil!" said someone.

Someone added, "We can only let Kozil be the middleman and trade directly with the Demon Banquet, and we will end up even worse." ”

"But......" the pit-faced man spoke again, "we don't know if the secret of the bloodline of the Demon Feast Toredo is of value to the Demon Feast, and if we can't get anything in exchange, not only will we not be able to avenge our compatriots, but we may also be sold by Kozil in the blink of an eye......

Everyone stopped talking.

Sirens sounded on street corners.

The hoods moved, and under the care of the sun still leaning in the east, they either turned or scattered forward, and disappeared in the shadows of cars, buildings, and pedestrians.

Leave a girl who ran out of the store in a panic and explained to the police in a confused way.

Go for confusion, Nophil, the best of the thirteen clans at concealment.

Late recap: When Georgina and Robert were in the Midlands, the Magynthon Torredo slaughtered a Nophile clan to practice their skills. Diary of Earl's great-great-grandfather, who was freed by the android team, was used by Cozier. (To be continued.) )