Beckland, Bridge South District.

In Beckland in April, the sun shines through the thin clouds and sprinkles every corner of Beckland.

Emlyn White pulled down her silk top hat to shield her from the sunlight piercing through the stratus clouds, and as she left the carriage and walked towards the Harvest Chapel, she muttered with half-closed eyes:

"The weather is so bad, the worst season in Beckland is just around the corner."

Emlyn White grumbled as she walked into the Harvest Chapel.

As soon as he looked, he saw Father Utravsky, dressed in a brown clergy uniform and a clergyman's cap, like a mountain, standing in front of the emblem of life, preaching to several believers who came to pray in the morning.

Emlyn didn't look much and went straight to the back of the church, to his own room, where he skillfully changed into a priest's robe and wiped the candlestick.

Suddenly.

Emlyn sensed a shadow falling on her, and turned her head alertly to find a strange man standing beside her.

The visitor asked:

"Emlyn White?"

Emlyn asked alarmedly:

"Who are you?"

The visitor smiled and said:

"Ember, you can also call me 'lover'."

Emlyn White scolded a neurotic sentence in his heart, Nanketo, right?

But he just wanted to squirt, but a terrifying thought suddenly popped into Emlyn White's mind-

It can't be that 'lover', right?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Emlyn couldn't help but glance at Ember's side face and figure a few more times, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he could almost confirm it.

Emlyn asked tentatively:

"How did you find me?"

Ember replied calmly:

"Sherlock Moriarty is my friend."

Emlin's expression froze suddenly, he wanted to scold people now, are people who are detectives so unprofessional?

Emlyn White immediately stiffened his neck and asked:

"Then how can you be sure of my identity?"

Ember shrugged his shoulders and said:

"How do you know you're the 'moon'?"

"I guessed, and your reaction told me the answer."

Emlyn White was speechless, he was sure that this was Mr. 'Lover'. This was the first time he had met a member of the Tarot Society in reality, but why was he so unhappy?

Emlyn no longer dwelled on the question of identity, asked:

"What did you come to me for?"

They had only met at the Tarot meeting for a short time, and even if they didn't have a chance to say it at the tarot meeting, they could pray to Mr. 'Fool' afterwards and let Mr. 'Fool' help convey it. But Ember chose to take the initiative to find the door, although I don't know how he determined his identity, but it doesn't matter anymore, the focus is on the purpose of the other party's visit.

Ember glanced at the tall priest who was looking at this side not far away, and said in an indifferent tone:

"I need you to take me to Olmer."

"Duke Olmer?"

Emlyn's breath faltered, it was an angel!

Do you just call him by his first name, and don't even want to call him a duke?!

Although he went to see Duke Olmer every day, he did have the ability to fulfill Ember's commission. But if he really dared to bring an outsider over, Duke Olmer would definitely kill him!

Emlyn White hesitated to speak tactfully, he didn't want to take such a risk.

Although the 'Lover' offered him some help at the Tarot meeting, such as selling him the extraordinary properties of Sequence 5 'Crimson Scholar', it wasn't enough for him to risk his life for it.

But it is not okay to refuse directly, after all, the other party has already taken the initiative to come to the door, even if he is reluctant, he can only speak as tactfully as possible.

Ember saw Emlyn White's hesitation and entanglement, and said calmly:

"I can sell you a copy of the extraordinary properties of Sequence 4 'The Witch King.'"

Emlyn's breath faltered, changed his previous reluctance, and nodded without hesitation:

"Deal!"

Ember asked:

"When will it pass?"

Emlin's expression became a little subtle, and he said:

"It may have to wait until the evening, I still have work to do, and only in the evening will I have the opportunity to meet the Duke of Olmer."

Emlyn's expression was rather awkward when he said the word work.

He is a blood clan and 'works' in the church of Mother Earth God, how can it become more and more strange the more he listens to it?

Emlyn actually knew very well that although he relied on the help of the 'Raiders' provided by the Tarot Society, his progress in the dream world was the fastest, and he had even advanced to the range of the undead settlement, and successfully killed the Cursed Tree, and even Lord Olmer praised him by name.

But in reality, all the Bloods were secretly laughing at him.

Emlyn was well aware of the reason -

In the hearts of other blood clans, even if he is not the most bizarre of his kind, he will definitely be in the top ten.

As a member of a race that has been born with a long lifespan, it is quite common to develop one or more hobbies to pass the time, and Emlyn is not the only one who loves dolls.

But the problem is that apart from buying new dolls and new clothes and going to the hospital to find blood to drink, he rarely goes out, and he doesn't like to deal with his own people, and he rarely participates in the corresponding gatherings unless he is particularly eager for fresher blood, or needs to learn about history and exchange corresponding materials and items.

Although Emlin felt that there was nothing wrong with this, in the eyes of other blood clans, his state of life was almost the same as several high-level bigwigs who were aging and had to lie in special coffins to barely survive, and he couldn't see that he belonged to a guy who had just come of age, so it naturally became a topic of conversation when other blood clans gathered and chatted.

For so many years before, everyone just talked casually and teased a few words in private, just like the various weirdos who discussed Beckland on a daily basis.

But when Emlyn is said to have 'lost' and entered the Harvest Chapel on his own, and was caught by the bishop of Mother Earth and locked up in the basement, his image began to slide all the way in the direction of the disgrace of the blood clan and the protagonist of various jokes, which was irretrievable.

Emlyn knew this well, for he had heard others speak ill of him in his own ears.

That's why he is extremely hungry for strength!

He thought that becoming a baron would change this phenomenon.

But no.

As a baron, he did gain some awe, at least the adult vampires no longer dared to make fun of him.

But in the eyes of other barons and viscounts, he is still a shame of the blood clan-

They have all become barons, and they are still volunteering in the Harvest Church, isn't it a shame?

Emlyn dared not speak in anger, only thinking about becoming stronger as soon as possible, as long as he became a viscount.

The sound will be even quieter!

Moreover, this is an advantage that belongs to him alone, at least within the Bloodline.

While other Bloodlines can also digest potions through the Dream World, their flaw lies in not having the extraordinary traits required for advancement. There is a fixed number of extraordinary characteristics within the bloodline, and unless the son inherits the father's business, it is basically impossible to have the opportunity to inherit the extraordinary characteristics left by other bloodlines.

In other words, even the descendants of counts and even marquis can only collect extraordinary characteristics on their own.

And in this regard, no one has an advantage over Emlin!

If he could become an earl, he believed that this voice would disappear completely.

Emlyn, on the other hand, was actually under a lot of pressure.

Within the blood clan, it is actually normal for the blood clan not to be promoted all year round, after all, there are so many extraordinary characteristics, even if it is a descendant of a demigod, he can only wait for a vacancy to have a chance to inherit.

But it is different in the Tarot Club, and the members of the Tarot Club are almost a new level every day.

Even the weakest 'Sun' is now on the verge of being promoted to Sequence 5' 'Priest of Light', which gives Emlyn, who is also only Sequence 6, an unprecedented sense of urgency-

The current Tarot Society, it is estimated that he and 'Sun' are still at the level of Sequence 6, and everyone else is already Sequence 5, and they are even already working on Sequence 4, such as Mr. 'World' and Miss 'Hermit' and Miss 'Justice'.

Emlyn doesn't have the luxury of catching up with them, but at least he can't be last!

And if he can really be promoted to the count of Sequence 4, then even if he doesn't need the help of others, he can rebel against the giant priest and completely refuse to come here to volunteer! Even further, he can force other Bloodlines to volunteer here!

Didn't you laugh at him? Then let you also taste what it is like to be ridiculed!

With this in mind, Emlyn was in a particularly happy mood today, and even worked harder to wipe the silver candlesticks.

Although in the process, the figure of Ember suddenly disappeared.

But Emlin was not worried, he knew that Ember was probably also an angel, otherwise it would be impossible to hunt so many demigods, and the other party must have the ability to travel through the spirit world, or something similar to the spirit world.

No matter where he goes, when he 'gets off work', he'll definitely show up.

6 p.m.

Emlyn Whitelin changed out of the priestly robe of the Church of Mother Earth God, put on a black suit, and put on a silk top hat, he looked at the half-giant Bishop Utravsky, who was standing next to the altar with his eyes closed and praying, and turned to walk out of the church.

Emlyn stood outside the church and waited for a while, muttering in a low voice:

"Why haven't you come yet?"

A voice suddenly sounded next to his ear:

"You can just go over and I'll follow."

Emlyn subconsciously turned his head sideways, and in the shadows of the church, the figure of embers slowly emerged.

"When?"

Emrin's face changed slightly, even though he knew that Ember was friend and foe, but his sudden appearance still made him a little frightened.

If the other party has been here all along, then why didn't he find out about the other party just now?

Emlyn couldn't help but blink, but in the blink of an eye, the embers that had been standing in the shadows disappeared again.

Emlyn didn't look for Ember anymore, but couldn't help but guess, this is the extraordinary ability of the 'audience' approach, 'psychological invisibility'?

Quite possibly.

After all, the husbands of 'Lovers' and Miss 'Justice' are very unusual, and they don't seem to have hidden ideas, and they don't hide some of the connections between the two sides in reality at the Tarot Society.

Thinking so, Emlyn unconsciously walked to the corner of the street and got into a taxi parked next to the street.

After giving instructions on his destination, he casually cast his gaze to the opposite side.

He subconsciously thinks that Ember should be in the car, so he tries to find traces of the other party's existence. In the case that he already knows that there are people, even psychological stealth must have loopholes, at least in theory!

Although Ember is an angel, the extraordinary ability of psychological stealth he uses comes from Miss 'Justice', and Miss 'Justice' is only an extraordinary person in Sequence 5, and he may not be able to see through it!

Emlyn was full of confidence and stared at the opposite person for a long time.

Sadly, however, he found nothing. This was a bit of a disappointment for Emlyn, but not a frustration either.

Because after all, it is an angel-level existence, even if he knows that the other party is following him, how can he be so easy to be discovered?

The carriage traveled all the way and eventually stopped outside a villa in the West End.

This is the villa of the Odra family.

Emlyn expertly walked into the villa and walked straight in the direction of the restaurant.

Listening to the laughter coming from time to time in the restaurant, and occasionally hearing the words 'Emlin' and 'Mother Earth God Church', Emlyn couldn't help but frown and slam open the door to the restaurant.

Syllable!

At this moment, eleven bloods had gathered in the villa's restaurant, and they were the same ones who had entered the dream world with Emlyn in the first place. Hearing the movement at the door, they all looked over at this time.

The owner of the villa, Casimi Odra, sat on the main seat and looked at Emlin who entered the dining room, with a somewhat surprised expression:

"Emlyn? What are you here to do? ”

Emlyn glanced at Cassimi Odra on the first seat.

Compared to him, who was only in his forties, Kasimi Odra could be called an older bloodliner.

He was active in the Russell period and lived for two hundred years. But until now, she was nothing more than a baron.

And Emlyn White is already a baron at the age of forty, and is about to become a viscount, or even an earl!

One day, he will become a Marquis of the Bloodline like Lord Nibais! No, the duke, or even the prince!

Only in this way can we bear the responsibility of the Savior of the Blood Clan!

Well, the only problem is that the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Earl' must be very expensive, at least thirty or fifty thousand pounds. But it doesn't matter, he can apply to Duke Olmer, and as long as he can be the first to reach the area where the undead team in the Forest of Punishment is located, he can get the reward again!

According to the 'world', this is called 'opening the map'.

The Immortal Squad is the first real salary king encountered in the process of opening the map!

As long as he can be the first to open the map, Duke Olmer must not mind giving him a part of the material reward.

If there was still a lot of money left, maybe I could buy a few more dolls and match them with some new clothes, Emlyn unconsciously straightened her back and walked more and more highly.

"Can't I come?"

Emlyn asked rhetorically, unceremoniously taking a seat in an empty seat.

Casimi's expression was a little weird, of course he could come.

In fact, all the Bloods who enter the Dream Realm will rest in this villa these days, this is to facilitate their activities.

But Emlyn is an exception -

During the day, he would volunteer at the Harvest Church, and he would go home for dinner to eat with his dolls, never with them. But this time, the other party actually came to the door in advance and had dinner with them, what kind of wind brought him out?

Although Emlyn spoke a little impulsively, Casimi didn't care anymore and smiled:

"I'm okay with that, you can come if you want."

He clapped his hands and motioned for the servant to serve another cutlery.

(End of chapter)