Cinderella's stepmother, Ariel, saw the girl's busy figure and immediately went up to the second floor to apply her mask.

However, the girl was overwhelmed by Ariel's orders.

Beads of sweat kept pouring out of the white head, and finally gathered on the chin.

The sweat crumbled and eventually dripped onto the polished table, and was then wiped off as a stain from the rag on Cinderella's hand.

Cinderella was busy until late at night, and she didn't know how her stepmother had arranged so many things for her.

The maids of the house had gone to rest, the father was still out talking about business and had not returned, and the stepmother was humming her voice upstairs, which was not by all beautiful.

"Ahh

Cinderella silently pulled out a cotton plug and plugged her ear.

The moment it was blocked again, the whole world was so quiet that it seemed as if only the girl was left.

Tonight's moonlight was bright, shining through a crack in the window on Cinderella's face.

She removed her thick-rimmed glasses and placed them on a nearby table, the scars on the lenses seemingly gone.

The girl sat on a chair and looked at the quiet living room, her eyes revealing her inner hesitation.

Ever since she couldn't help but use the power of her eyes that day, it seemed that she couldn't settle down anymore.

The feeling of dominating others at will seems to be wonderful.

Especially the person who is dominated still often bullies his sister, and there is an indescribable emotion in his heart.

It's a kind of strong emotion that comes after breaking a certain boundary, like a child secretly doing bad things behind his parents' backs.

But then followed by the inner condemnation of himself, why he was so disgusted with mysterious power, why did he use it unconsciously.

Cinderella's hands clenched, and her teeth unconsciously bit her lower lip, as if she were about to bite it.

Again, keep telling yourself in your heart, as if you are hypnotizing yourself, don't use mysterious powers at will.

But the girl didn't know if it would work, but even if it lasted a few days.

Mystical power is like a Pandora's box, once opened, it can never be closed.

Cinderella sighed in vain, her eyes seeming to flash the image of her own mother's death.

Mother, I seem to have become a bad boy.

The girl thought with some self-deprecation, and then she put her glasses back on, hiding her true self.

It was time to go to bed, and Cinderella slipped into her tiny bedroom and looked up to see the horn hanging from the head of the bed.

She hesitated for a long time, but finally hung it at the head of the bed with the intention of cherishing the gift given to her by her friend.

After all, there's really nowhere else to put this thing.

The girl looked at the neat tabletop, said goodnight to herself, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The wealthy area is lit up late at night, and a small number of people still wander the streets.

After all, there are some shows that will really start in the evening.

However, none of them noticed a few people hiding in the corner.

After observing that no one had noticed them, they held their breath and set off towards their destination.

"Are you sure you didn't lose that damn stinky woman?"

One of the shadows whispered in the other's ear.

"Hehe, you can trust my tracking technique, I put more than one spell on her."

The other laughed too, not to mention how cringe-induced he was.

The old man in the lead said coldly, "Let's rest at her house tonight." ”

The rest agreed.

"Looks like I can get a good night's sleep today."

"Hey! Dare to scold our countrymen, let her see what the real countrymen are tonight! ”

"I'll go, do you have such a strong taste? All I need is a soft bed. ”

"You're the real taste, okay......"

They lurked in the shadows and walked around quickly, whispering incessantly.

Turning an intersection, they came to a house.

"My lord, this is it."

The old man looked at the well-decorated single-family building and nodded, a satisfied look in his eyes.

"You go and find out what's going on here."

He casually pointed to a man and arranged for him to enter the house.

After all, there are a small number of warlocks or mysterious objects hidden in the rich area, so to be on the safe side, it is better to let a person explore the depth of the water.

The person who was pointed out did not dare to resist, and could only consider himself unlucky.

He carefully unleashed a probing spell and leaned inside.

The fluctuations of the Mystic Factor swept across the area, alerting the Horn, which began to release a special protective layer to envelop the area.

The people outside didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and quietly opened the window.

When I was about to sneak in, I felt like I had touched something.

His hand stiffened, and then continued to caress it, and he also brought a mysterious factor.

This time he finally knew what it was.

A protective shield!

And there seems to be something else mixed in.

After feeling it carefully for a while, the man's eyes opened, his heart was shocked, and his body seemed to be shocked, and he fell on the lawn.

But he didn't care at all, but hurried to the old man's side.

"My lord, there is the smell of a blasphemer!"

"What! Are you sure you don't feel it? ”

The old man was also calmed, but there was a surge of ecstasy in his heart.

The blasphemer, which is meant to be a blasphemous, is a person whose strength floats.

But even so, most of the Order's encounters with blasphemers kill one by one.

Even if it is not the god you believe in, it is impossible to let it go because of its particularity.

After the blasphemer is killed, the evidence can also be obtained by going to the order where they are located.

Therefore, the old man's first reaction was not to retreat, but to consider whether he could get much benefit in exchange for this information if he could pass it on.

He asked someone to touch it again, and when he felt it carefully, there was indeed a trace of uncleanness wrapped around it.

Sure enough, it was a blasphemer.

"My lord, what now?"

"Naturally, it is necessary to understand which god is blasphemed first."

"It looks like it's just a mysterious object."

The old man judged with great experience, and then looked at the house and sneered.

"So there should be people behind this family, and they are what we are looking for."

Inside the room, the horn still shone brightly.

Cinderella, on the other hand, seemed unaware and fell asleep peacefully.

"Abandon this place tonight and find another place, so as not to disturb the owner behind it."

The old man's eyes flashed, and his voice was low.

"You go and take some time to learn the etiquette, and don't make me look like a countryman."

One of them was a little puzzled and said, "What about our plan to find the Twilight Order?" ”

"When the time comes, we will pretend to be rich, and we will use the identity of rich people to find the Dusk Order, and we can slowly take out their words here."

"Sooner or later, the owner behind them will be dug up."