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Audrey anxiously entered the dining room and saw her father talking to the cabinet secretary and several men. With an impeccable smile, she walked over, took Count Hall's arm, and said to the others, "Gentlemen, can I borrow Count Hall for a few minutes?" ”

She expected the gentlemen to respond immediately, but to her surprise, all the men except her father, Earl Hall, glanced at one of them imperceptibly.

Audrey only noticed the gentleman at this time, and then couldn't help but let out a small exclamation - this gentleman was actually wearing a half-worn light gray tweed trench coat! Oh my God, it's at Duke Negan's dinner! This was already extremely indecent, and what was even more surprising was that the gentleman's dress was plain, or rather poor: the blue-gray scarf had been washed white, the waistcoat gave the impression that it had been worn for a long time, and Audrey even noticed that the soles of his high-top lace-up boots were still stained with mud and dust.

People dressed like this should be on the streets, in factories, shops, parks, or anywhere, but not at the dinner parties of the great nobles!

"Of course, it's your power, beautiful young lady."

The gentleman smiled in a friendly manner, and his dark gray hair was a little messy. He was very young, he looked no more than twenty years old. The eyes are an extremely light brown color, more akin to pale gold in the bright enough light of the crystal chandelier.

A young man, undressed and still able to enter the Duke's ball, seemed to be consulted even by the secretaries of the Cabinet...... There are no such nobles, foreigners? Resembling a Fursack tall, he looked respectable, but the subconscious expressions of the others showed impatience......

Miss Audience was piqued with curiosity, but she kept herself in check, knowing that there was something more important at the moment.

Audrey took Count Hall to a secluded corner and said to her middle-aged father, "Dad, I have something to tell you."

Earl Hall originally had a doting smile, but seeing that his daughter's expression was very serious, he also became serious: "What's the matter?"

"I have just met Baron Gramill......" said Audrey the difference she had observed, which could be explained with sensitivity and care. She enumerated the questions in detail, spoke of all the doubts in succinct words, and then focused on the fact that the other party seemed to be using perfume to cover up the smell of blood. After describing it, she added thoughtfully:

"I've heard that 'Lieutenant General Hurricane' Ziringers has the ability to change into someone else's appearance, isn't he in Beckland lately?"

Earl Hall listened quietly, and his expression became unusually solemn. But he quickly smiled, soothing his slightly flustered daughter. He realizes that there may be a crisis that is imminent, but in order to paralyze the other party, he can't inform everyone, so he sends his daughter to the break room.

On the way to the lounge, Audrey glanced back and saw that Count Hall was communicating in a low voice with a nobleman, his expression quite serious.

Feeling powerless, Audrey felt uneasy again, and she thought she should do something, so she found the small prayer room in Duke Negan's mansion, locked the door, and recited the honorific name of "Fool" in the corner.

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“…… Security is in place, and the Duke has been notified. If that's really Zielingers, we'll do our best to kill him on the spot. ”

The middle-aged nobleman looked at Count Hall with a serious expression: "Now Baron Gramiel is enjoying the dishes, he previously rested at home for two days on the grounds of unwellness, and refused other banquet invitations, but today he still came. And he does not look good, which is true. Now there is nothing out of the ordinary, and we can only increase security. ”

"What if that's really Ziringus?" Earl Hall frowned, "Maybe for some reason, he really can't accomplish his purpose tonight. If he doesn't do anything, is it necessary to let him go like this? ”

"Lord Count, Baron Grammel is a nobleman of the kingdom anyway, and we cannot tempt him without any reason."

The middle-aged nobleman was about to speak, but his secretary leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. His eyes widened slightly, and he immediately said to Count Hall: "Baron Grammel has just asked the Duke to retire, he is unwell and still needs to rest, the Duke has promised him, and a carriage will be arranged to escort him back to the mansion within ten minutes." Lord Earl, it seems that your fears will probably not be fulfilled tonight. ”

"That's a good thing...... Hopefully, it's just that I'm overhearted. ”

Nothing happening is naturally the best, but recalling his daughter's unprecedented seriousness tonight, Earl Hall is still a little uneasy. After temporarily separating from the middle-aged nobleman, he felt slightly uneasy, and his eyes wandered around. Suddenly, he noticed the man sitting on the chair by the wall of the dining room, who had finished his negotiations and was quietly flipping through his books.

"Mr. Ernst." He stepped forward quickly and spoke to the young man, "Something happened that might interest you: I got word that there was a suspected person at the ball. ”

Mr. Ernst's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

“…… Thank you, Lord Earl, for coming to inform me. He stood up, suddenly exuding a sharpness that he had never felt before, "Is the source of the information reliable, has it been confirmed?" ”

"Not yet, the suspect is His Excellency the Baron of the Kingdom, and we have no right to do it at will." Earl Hall replied without changing his face.

"That's why I want your help, we can't discern changes in extraordinary abilities, and we can't act rashly, but you may be able to find clues. If that's the real Baron Grammier, hopefully I'll see him unscathed. If that's Ziringus, hopefully you'll be able to shoot him down or take him under control. His bounty and my gratitude for you will be very generous, and it will be exactly what you need, Mr. Richard Ernst. ”

"Thank you, Lord Count." Richard replied kindly, "Even if the bounty is put aside, I'll do it for the sake of this news - because I have a few blood debts to settle with the pirate general." ”

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The carriage of the Duke's house, which was used exclusively for transporting guests, was well-made, and the padded carriage was spacious enough for a man to lie on his side. The interior is lavish and ornate, with gold and silver carvings climbing up to the roof like vines from the door panels on both sides, and the precious stones reflected in the candlelight, giving people an indescribable sense of nobility.

Smelling the incense in the car and sitting on the cushions, Zilingers finally relaxed a little. He lifted the silk blackout curtain from the window, and saw the carriage move smoothly, and drove out of the first wrought iron gate without slowness. Having left the mansion and into the outer gardens, it would be ten minutes before the Duke's house was completely out of the duke's house and into the streets of Beckland. Just blend into this city with a population of more than five million, and no one will be able to find him!

Ziringes' movements and mood relaxed a little, and his fingers were no longer clenched tightly. He glanced at the quietly burning candle flame, his pupils constricted in an instant, and suddenly he had the feeling that the candle flame would burst high and burst, burning the entire carriage and himself to ashes in an instant!

Without thinking about it, he immediately raised his hand and extinguished the candle.

It's the Rose School! The experienced and spicy pirate general immediately reacted in the next second, this method of using the surrounding items to put the opponent to death is exactly what the "prisoner" path powerhouse does! Someone was testing him - how could it be, when did my disguise be seen through?! No, it can't be, the Faceling's disguise is flawless, maybe it's just that Duke Negan heard the wind and checked on the banquet members.

Fortunately, my reaction to extinguishing the candle just now was still within the scope of ordinary people, and it was not revealed...... I should have panicked a little more......

In the darkness, Zilingers' brain was working rapidly. The face of Baron Grammel quickly revealed a panicked look that matched his identity and character. He scrambled to his feet, gasping for air in shock. The instinct of death came again, and the moment Zilingers' hand touched the inner wall of the carriage, the illusion of the mahogany door would explode in an instant, shards of glass would scatter everywhere, and sharp wood pierced his head from his eyes to make him bleed more than he died on the spot!

"Ahh Baron Grammel screamed in terror, rolled in fear in the carriage, and slammed the carriage loudly and cried for help, but the driver and the horses seemed unaware.

As if sensing that no one would notice his danger, he huddled in the corner of the carriage with his head clenched, tears and cold sweat on his face. After a few minutes, the fear caused by everything around me quietly dissipated, the table was still a table, a candle was still a candle, and there was no longer the feeling that he could take his life at any moment.

Gone...... Baron Grammel was still sobbing in panic, but Zielingus was expressionless from beginning to end. He didn't act rashly, and was ready to get up slowly after a while, to be the leader of ordinary people, and not to leave any doubts. - At that moment, he suddenly smelled blood.

A stone's throw away.

He was stunned, and Baron Gramere forgot for a moment the fear of acting, for the bloody breath was all too familiar to him, and it came from his left hand.

- The powerhouse of the Rose School did not test him this time by putting pressure on the objects around him, but directly influenced his hand, his left hand, the "wriggling hunger" he wore on his left hand!

Naturally, there is no loyalty to the glove that feeds on people! Under the threat of a higher level, this magical object did not hesitate to show its fangs to its current owner. It revealed its true form from its human skin-like form, its black gloves opened a huge crack that did not match its size, and the danger of death was pushed directly in front of Ziringus like a high wall!

Exposed! He withdrew from his Faceling state in an instant, and was greeted by a thin silk curtain that moved like hands and feet, wrapping around Ziringus's left arm with the force that could instantly overturn a carriage, and the pirate general immediately felt that the arm was about to leave him forever.

But he didn't panic, and death made him more calmly seek life. He herded the souls of the "sun" path, and embraced the sky with his arms outstretched, and the golden pillars of light instantly burned through the roof of the carriage, turning the curtain to ashes. He took the opportunity to jump out in the wind, and was startled to look up to see his coachman wring his neck and stuffing it into the wriggling hunger, which allowed the bloodthirsty magical object to be temporarily satisfied, not swallowing its owner.

He glided through the air, and actually flew a short distance at a very fast speed, aiming for a canal not far away. He had done his job in advance, knowing that the aqueduct led to an underground river, and that the waterways were intertwined like a net, and there was no doubt that it was a way to escape. Even the powerhouse of the Rose School can't intervene precisely when he can't locate his specific location!

An explosion was heard behind him, and then Zilingers was struck in the back. The heavy wheels of the carriage, wrapped in several layers of iron sheets and inlaid with metal decorations, flew up several meters into the air against common sense, and this weight of dozens of pounds smashed heavily on the spine of Ziringers!

The pirate general spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a bird in an arrow, and when it fell into the air, it was smashed by the wheel, and almost all the bones in the upper body were broken.

But he was not dead, and the life force of the sailor was always tenacious. He struggled to clasp his fingers on the ground and crawled forward, dragging a trail of sinuous blood. Two meters from the canal, one meter -

"Click."

A leg in black lace-up leather boots appeared in his field of vision. "Angel of Temperance", Richard Ernst condescendingly looked at the fallen pirate, crushing his right hand and wrist with understatement.

TBC

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* That's right, the author is keen to give the little people a role, write about the cunning and cruel Lieutenant General Hurricane in my heart, Chillingus, thank me!

* And then accidentally write too much.