114 Birmingham Road, Hilston District.

Firth looked apprehensively at the man named 'Ash Black' in front of him.

"So."

Ember whispered, "Do you want me to help you solve the curse without handing you over to the Night Church?" ”

"Cursed?"

Felth paused for a moment, then nodded busily as she became more convinced that Ember could solve her problem.

All she knew was that she was tormented because of the stone bracelet.

But there was no concrete answer in her heart.

As a result, Ember's tone was as if he had known it was a curse.

If we know that it is a curse, isn't it possible that we will also know the solution to it?

"Can you do it?"

Furth asked with some anticipation and hope.

"I can help you."

Ember bowed slightly, but then asked rhetorically, "But, why should I help you?" Or rather, what price can you pay? ”

"I ......"

Foirth lightly raised his red lips, but in the end, he only bit his lip and lowered his head into silence.

Oh, yes.

Why should he help himself?

He's the Night Watchman, and she's just a wild Extraordinaire who gets out of control at the full moon.

There was nothing of value on his body other than the bracelet, which was now in Ember's hand.

Other words.

She doesn't have any value now.

"I, I don't have anything right now, and I can't pay the price you want."

Furth smiled bitterly, and the bottom of his heart, which had been filled with a little hope, fell silent again.

"Nope."

Ember said quietly, "You still have one more thing to look at as a price, like you." ”

"Huh?!"

Noticing the sight of the embers, Furth instinctively shrank his head and said weakly, "I—I won't sell my body!" ”

Although he said this, there were ripples in the bottom of Furth's heart.

Not.

If you can really solve the curse, it doesn't seem to be much.

Even if you are stabbed with a stick, you won't lose a piece of meat.

But what if the other party uses this as a coercion to coerce her to become his slave in the future?

No, no!

This must not be the case!

However, he actually looks pretty good, and if the shareholding is based on the premise of communication, maybe ......

Although Ember didn't say anything, as a writer, Firth had already made up a lot of inappropriate images in his mind.

"Coincidentally."

Ember said lightly, "I'm not interested in your body either, I mean you as an 'apprentice', as an extraordinary. ”

Furth, who was interrupted by Ember with a neat 'not interested', breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was glad that he had preserved his virginity, but at the same time there was a hint of resentment.

What, she's not bad-looking!

Although it's not as good as Audrey's daughter, it's also a beauty that is one in a million, right?

"But."

After all, Furth's brain supplement didn't last long, because she still had some reason to think about it, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you an apprentice yourself?" ”

"I'm the night watchman, you're not."

Ember replied lightly, immediately making Firth understand what he meant.

He wants to make himself an undercover agent in the wild extraordinary, to find out the news for the other party.

That's the case.

The other party could only arrest her alone, but with her as an undercover agent, it was possible to arrest a bunch of people.

The credit for catching a group of extraordinary people is certainly much greater than catching an extraordinary person.

But doesn't that make her a traitor among the wild extraordinary?

How could she accept this kind of thing, this kind of thing!

"Good!"

Firth nodded without hesitation and said sincerely, "I can be your undercover agent among the Wild Extraordinary, but as a reward you will be responsible for curing my 'curse'." ”

"Undercover?"

Ember gave an inexplicable look, but it didn't correct Furth's misunderstanding.

"So be it."

Ember pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I don't have enough of a deal that I can do to solve your 'curse', all of this can only wait for the next full moon to try." ”

"But I have to warn you that if I can't fix your 'curse', I'll still send you to the Night Church."

"Like I said, the Church of the Night has a lot of experience with your situation."

There is more than one way to lift Ember's curse in Firth.

For example, healing tears that can heal abnormal states, such as spell relief stones.

But it was all in the Black Soul World, and he wasn't sure if it would work in this world.

Wait for the full moon to be tested.

If not, then it can only be sent to the Night Church.

The Church of the Night does have a lot of experience in this area.

Like Old Neil.

Well, although old Neil is still locked up now, it should be fine...... Right?

"Full moon?"

Forth didn't mean much to Ember's words, nodded silently, but his eyes were a little complicated, and he whispered, "The next full moon is next Wednesday." ”

"Next Wednesday? That is, July 25. ”

Ember set the time and nodded slightly, "Okay, then next Wednesday, still here, no problem, right?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Furth nodded hurriedly, and then said weakly, "That, my bracelet ......"

"I'll keep it for you for the time being."

Ember looked at Folth's pale blue eyes with a little expectation, and said lightly.

Furth bowed his head in disappointment.

That's right, how could the other party return such an important thing to her so easily?

It's just that.

Now that he has been caught by the guy in front of him who claims to be the night watchman, his personal freedom will presumably be controlled in the future.

Although the man said something like 'not interested in her body', who knows if he would do something to her in the name of surveillance?

She didn't care, she deserved to be stabbed with a stick anyway.

It's just that.

She was now a little worried about what Hugh would do.

Although he has reached an agreement with Viscount Gleilint, judging from the other party's desire for potions, he should not break the contract.

But if he can't come forward next, it's also a question of whether Hugh can be rescued smoothly.

The thought of this made Furth a little worried.

"I—Can I ......?"

Furth gritted his teeth and raised his head, wanting to make an additional request to the night watchman in front of him.

However, when she found that the living room was empty, she couldn't help blinking her pale blue eyes.

Let's go?

Just gone?

Don't you even need to spy on her?

"Forth Wall, magician?"

On the streets of Hilston, Ember silently recited the name of Forthth.

Like 'Fool' and 'Justice', the name is also familiar to him.

But as always, he couldn't think of anything, which already made him feel strange.

However, it is not because he has developed Furth as an informant because he is soft-hearted.

The undead don't have that kind of thing.

He just wants to broaden his intelligence network-

Although he has the information network provided by the Church of the Night, and for now, the Church of the Night is still a friendly army.

But this 'friendly army' is not absolute.

Since the Night Church had given the Black Emperor a hint, it meant that they obviously knew more.

When the Night Church chose to be the Riddler.

At the same time, Ember is given more hints to listen to information through the party.

For now, however, this tip doesn't seem to be of much use —

Whether it is the night watchman or the so-called party, it is just some low-end circles, and it is impossible to get access to the information of the Black Emperor.

Of course.

Ember knew very well that the Night Church was not obligated to tell him everything.

And if he wants to know more, he will have to complete some tasks for the Night Church.

This is also part of the equivalent exchange.

However, Ember is not prepared to actively fight the Night Church, but can provide valuable clues if the Night Church is unable to provide valuable clues.

Ember felt compelled to do both things and gather information privately.

And Furth, the person who made him feel a little familiar, took the initiative to send it to the door at this time.

It can only be said.

This is not a kind of fate.