Roman, who had cleaned up the room, suddenly noticed that the crimson moonlight outside the window was rapidly darkening and thickening.

Blood Moon!

Roman stood by the window, staring thoughtfully at the deep night sky and the full moon as red as blood.

The night he came into this world was the Blood Moon, and half a year had passed.

Roman feels that in the past six months, he has begun to truly integrate into the world, because of those friends, because of his teammates, because of the children who have been helped by him.

Roman felt that his sense of alienation was getting smaller and smaller, unlike when he first came into this world......

In the occult, it is believed that the "blood moon" will bring about the rise and explosion of negative emotions, and it is believed that it will make the power of the underworld and the spirit world stronger.

Roman didn't feel any negative emotions in him, just started to sit down at the table and started to write letters.

For Fenerport's Filogan, for captains Fred and Tony, who should be on the sea, and for Sothos, who is now on Olavi Island. Jan, and Miss Anne who doesn't know where she went.

Of course, these are ordinary letters intended to be mailed through regular channels, so Miss Cecina will not bother.

Roman, who had been busy for a while, lay down on the bed contentedly, looking at the crimson moonlight outside the window, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

East End, White Rum Street.

Coming to the party tonight, Furth came to the White Rum District School, which belonged to her room.

At the behest of his good friends, Furth would occasionally come here to give some lessons to the children, teaching some grammar problems in writing and the most basic medical knowledge.

She also has a separate room here, and even Roman has prepared some basic medical supplies and medicines for her to deal with some common ailments for the children.

For this reason, Roman also had to pay a small "school doctor's fee", which was deeply suspended. Dilcha agreed, and she strictly supervised the work of Furth so that she would not be waiting long to cook salted fish at home.

At this time, Firth, who was eating supper, had a more and more painful expression as the moonlight outside the window became thicker and thicker.

She threw away the food in her hand, fell off the couch, and grabbed a large handful of hair, but the pain did not relieve.

As the frantic whispers continued, she grabbed the wooden legs on the coffee table with both hands and snapped her nails.

Her hair was weirdly long, and she felt like she was going to get out of hand tonight.

After reciting the names of several gods and failing to be saved, Furr thought of the name of the suspected "evil god".

"Not of this age, fool ......"

"Above the Grey Mist, the Mysterious Domination ......"

"The King of Yellow and Black, who rules good luck, ......"

"Help Me ......"

Suddenly, Furth, who was curled up on the ground and struggling, fell silent.

After a few minutes, her eyes slowly opened.

She saw the moon hanging high outside the window, she didn't die, she didn't lose control and became a monster.

Thinking back to what had just happened, Furth was sure that he was not dreaming, that he had really been saved by a great being called "The Fool".

However, regarding this matter, for the matter of being noticed by a "mysterious" being, Furs still unconsciously felt hesitant and helpless.

At night, Roman, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly felt spiritually touched and woke up from his dream.

Roman grasped the "psychic blade" and felt the source of the spirituality's touch.

Out of the protection of his own safety, Roman now controls the "psychic blade" every day to communicate with some friendly nature spirits nearby, helping him monitor the vicinity, and can alert him in time if there is an abnormality.

A spirit sent out by Roman just now transmitted a "message" to Roman and touched Roman's spirituality.

Without hesitation, Roman picked up his weapon, put on a coat, and cautiously walked out in the direction that the spirit had just been touched.

The red moon still shone brightly, casting a crimson moonlight.

After walking for a while, Roman smells a strong smell of blood in an alley and sees a lady lying on the ground.

Her eyes were wide and her face was full of horror, and she had a huge wound in her abdomen, and it seemed that no internal organs could be seen inside.

That devil dog!

It has gone to the perimeter of Roman's residence!

Is this a coincidence?

Roman raised a round shield with his left hand, and his right hand instantly condensed into a wide long sword, his eyes were serious, looking around.

In an instant, a layer of morning light spread out from the alley, like dawn.

In the light of dawn, Roman saw a large black dog in the alley in the distance, its mouth half open, revealing sharp and sharp teeth, and some blood-colored visceral tissue was entwined with the teeth.

A dawn-like light appeared in its eyes, reflecting Roman's tall figure.

Before Roman could dodge his attack, he suddenly turned around and sped behind him, disappearing into the darkness without looking back.

Roman flashed twice in a row and lost its tracks.

I couldn't help but curse secretly in my heart, the demon is really difficult.

When they perceive danger, they instantly choose to stay away, without the slightest sense of adventure.

Roman returned to the vicinity of the alley.

It was still too far away just now, and with a half-sigh, he glanced at the dead lady from a distance, and Roman left the scene.

Roman didn't choose to go to the nearby police station to call the police or anything like that, with the efficiency and confidentiality of the police station now, Roman called the police, I'm afraid that his information will start to circulate around, which may bring danger to the people around him.

It's a pity that the church has not given feedback on its ability to restrain its own killing intent or hide its own ability, which seems to be very rare.

With regret, Roman lay on the bed, a little unable to sleep.

At noon the next day, Roman woke up in his room eating breakfast and reading today's newspaper.

On the front page of the Beckland Morning Post, a description of last night's murder was seen.

"The real 11th! The police are helpless! ”

Roman put away the newspaper and saw Miss Cecina float out of the rippling air, holding a letter and handing it to him.

When he opened the letter, he found that it was from Miss Anne, who told Roman that she had been promoted, and that he had brought a thin glove with him.

The letter contains an introduction to this men's glove, which was created by the "arsonist" characteristic.

Roman looked relieved.

It's not that I finally received a magical item for the "world", but I am also happy that Miss Anne has been promoted.

After thanking Miss Cecina, and after she had disappeared into the room, Roman began to look at the description of the magical item.

"Hazard Level: 2."

"The object does not possess living properties."

"Item description: Appears to be a dark red leather classic men's glove with intricate patterns, and the wearer gains the ability to manipulate fire."

"Negative effects: The wearer will involuntarily provoke the enemy, including but not limited to verbal and physical provocations, and the wearer is more likely to provoke the enemy."

Roman looked at the glove, thoughtful.

This is quite suitable for Mr. Fool, he is a good seedling of the "Hunter" who has been personally certified by the two Angel Kings, especially the King of Angels who has the "Hunter" path.

Moreover, as the true scroll of the goddess, it is reasonable for Mr. Fool to wear a red glove.

With a little bit of bad taste, Roman began to set up the ritual, sealed the room with a spiritual wall, and sacrificed the unnamed glove to Mr. Fool.

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