Friedman ran as fast as he could.

The messy buildings and narrow roads of the East End helped him a lot. The substitute penalty behind him must take care of the people, and cannot ride the wind to catch up quickly.

Damn it! He cursed hatefully, and threw himself in front of him in embarrassment, rolling around the filthy ground before barely avoiding a blade of wind that cut through the air.

Even though he had already "weakened" the opponent with his abilities in the first shot, and had a fairly strong defense of his own, Friedman didn't want to hard-pick the attack from Sequence 6.

Fortunately, this is the junction of the Eastern and Northern Districts, far enough away from the Sotak River, otherwise the attacks of the punishers will be even more violent.

But it also limited Friedman to flee into the depths of the East End. The North End is St. Samuel's Church, which has the Church of the Night, and if there is a conflict there, it will definitely attract the night watchmen of the Church of the Night.

Friedman was not yet aware of the change in circumstances. In his opinion, it was a complete accident that he encountered the Substitute Punisher, because the targets of the Punisher were members of the Aurora Society at that time.

It's normal for the authorities to hunt down the Aurora, but Friedman feels unlucky, as the madmen of the Aurora Society seem to want to take him hostage, and flesh magic is whizzing across the streets.

He had to use his extraordinary abilities to dodge. In this way, the identity of the wild extraordinary person was discovered by the substitute punishers who followed closely behind.

Fortunately, the substitutes had to be distracted by a half-crazy "Bishop of the Rose", and only one member was assigned to arrest him.

Still, Friedman's spiritual instincts were vaguely aware of something was wrong. For example, in the case of a mission, do you need to dispatch a Sequence 6 "Wind Favorer" to catch yourself? Shouldn't such a strong man stay and fight with the "Bishop of the Rose"?

Or is it because of that attack that the substitutes think that he is the person who will come to meet the Aurora Society, so they will take it seriously?

Having said that, the attack of "Bishop Rose" is also a bit strange, although it is impossible to guess the thinking of a madman, but at that time, there were more civilians who were closer, why did the goods lock on to himself two streets away at a glance?

The more Friedman thought about it, his face became heavier.

Something must have gone wrong. But before Friedman could think about it, a deep voice came ethereal, chanting a melodious and serene melody:

"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope!

At least one thing is true: this life flies by......"

In the midst of this lull and soothing chant, Friedman's frantic pace gradually slowed, his eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and gradually closed, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

At the same time, the white ring he wore on the upper index finger of his right hand glowed with a little blue and black light as the spiritual cover, and the chill to the bone immediately spread along the ring to Friedman's body, stimulating him to wake up from his drowsy state.

"Night watchman!" Friedman's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw several figures in trench coats appear in the alleyway ahead.

There was a wolf in front and a tiger in front of him, and Friedman didn't have time to think about it, his hand had already reached into his pocket, and he grabbed the wooden box containing the seal "2-061", and was about to open it, use the seal to steal the distance, and escape from here.

But the next moment, the shadow of himself under his feet suddenly burst out, forming chains made of pure shadows that swirled up his legs, firmly locking the movement of his arms.

Before Friedman could use the power of his former "barbarian" to break free from his chains, one of the night watchmen stepped forward and pressed his hand to his eyebrows and lowered his head slightly.

The night grew thicker, and Friedman, who was immersed in it, only felt that his revolt was rapidly declining, and his soul became yearning for peace and comfort.

He used the Spirit Ring once more, using its negative effects to become sober, and then managed to break free from the chains and escape with the seal.

At this moment, Friedman felt a pain in the back of his head, as if he had been hit with an iron rod. Some kind of illusory scene shattered, but before he could react, another blow was blown, and he simply fainted neatly after failing to organize his defense.

The "Wind Favorer" knocked Friedman, who was forcibly dragged into his dream, from behind, and threw him at the approaching Red Gloves, saying impatiently, "There's also a 'Bishop of the Aurora's Rose' over there. ”

Thorst tapped his teeth, allowing a nature spirit to catch Friedman, and nodded to the Windher, "My team will come and assist you." ”

"Then keep up!" The irascible punisher didn't say much, just turned around and rode the whirlwind away. The Red Glove team immediately divided into several members, and the Extraordinary One of the Night Pathways was definitely not slow to run in the middle of the night, and followed the substitute to leave.

At the end of the line, a good-looking woman with black hair and a shawl, scarlet-eyed eyes stepped forward and watched as Sost pulled the wooden box out of Friedman's pocket.

"This is Seal '2-061'?" Curious, she came behind the other and looked at the small badge in the box.

"Yes."

Sost glanced at her. This is the help sent by the Church of Mother Earth God tonight, Antina. Sainz, so he didn't hide it, and after a brief response, he instructed the spirit of nature to pick up the badge for him and transfer it to the sealing container prepared by the church.

"Huh." Antina. Sainz suddenly raised an eyebrow, reached into the wooden box, and took out another small item, "What is this?" ”

Pinched between her slender fingers was an ordinary button, which seemed to be stained with a slight dark stain.

Sost frowned. Although he didn't feel any spiritual brilliance on this button, there was nothing strange about what was put together with the seal, and Antina's action was a little reckless.

He was about to open his mouth to remind the other party, when he saw the young blood clan close to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then laughed heartily: "Haha, I didn't expect him to make such preparations?" ”

Noticing Sost's condemning look, she handed the button to the red glove and explained with a smile, "It's okay, it's just a normal button." It's just that the blood on it belongs to the little 'apprentice', well, what's it called? ”

"Douglas." Hearing this, Sost took the button and looked at it, but couldn't help but preach, "Be more cautious with items stained with the blood of the extraordinary, blood is a powerful medium, often containing curses or pollution. ”

Antina looked at him and silently conveyed the message with her eyes, "I am a noble blood who has lived for eighty years, and I am older than your father, why should you teach me a lesson". Sost pretended not to notice and deflected the subject, "Why did he put the bloodstained button with the seal?" ”

"You can ask him yourself." Antina reached out and stroked the ends of her slightly curly hair, "As agreed, we will bring the relevant personnel to St. Samuel's Church for arraignment. ”

"You've already caught the 'apprentice'?"

"Yes. Antonia was already waiting for us at the church. ”

Sost nodded, and began to beckon the team to clean up the scene, calm the people, and prepare to close the team. He and Antina took Friedman to the carriage back to the church. For the Red Glove Squad leader, the work is far from over.

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- I'm a non-chief.

The first words that popped into Douglas when he woke up to find himself tied to a chair, unable to use his extraordinary abilities, and with two red-gloved men staring at him in front of him.

He also said that he wanted to bet on his luck, who would have thought that he would be pressed to the ground and rubbed as soon as he walked out a few steps.

Although I wrote four letters...... Douglas thought indignantly: You don't have to come so fast, do you?! Is this the efficiency of the Great Church in another world? Under this efficiency, there are still Aurora Society and others surviving?

He didn't know which side to admire for a while.

The Red Glove, a mobile team directly under the Church of the Night, is secretly called the "Goddess's Stooge" by the Wild Extraordinary, an existence that they are afraid to avoid.

Guarded by two Red Gloves like this, Douglas was sure that he should be inside St. Samuel's Church, and that he would soon be thrown to feed the seals.

It's not something he made up out of thin air: led by the "substitute punisher" of the Storm Church, the official church is particularly fond of using wild extraordinaries to test the strength of seals, and the guinea pigs sent to the door don't need to be in vain.

Inevitably, Douglass felt a wave of desperation strike him. In the base camp of the Night Watch and the Red Gloves, he has no possibility of escaping from prison in a sequence 9, and aside from the events he is currently involved in, he still has the big secret of "crossing over".

According to Douglas's stereotype of the medieval church witch hunt in his previous life, if the church saw that he was a "time-traveler", he would definitely die a scumbag.

I don't know if there is a saying of frank leniency in the other world...... Douglas felt that the only thing he could do now was to put together the manuscript and suicide note, and oh, as a new follower of Mother Earth, he could still pray better than nothing.

While he was thinking, the door of the room was pushed open, and a man in his forties, with soft facial features and long hair on his temples, walked in while arranging the red gloves on his hands. Douglas saw that the two members of the Red Gloves who were guarding him were all greeting each other, and when he saw the man pull a chair and sit across from him, he immediately realized that this was probably the person who was going to interrogate him.

And looking at these two empty-handed postures, it will be an interrogation with extraordinary abilities.

Douglas hung his head wordlessly, trying to sit up straight. The man sat across from him, his hands folded on his lap, his posture not oppressive, but he looked at him calmly for a moment, and then suddenly said, "You are better than most people who come here." ”

"......" Douglas raised his gaze slightly, did not answer, but expressed his willingness to listen.

"Many people who are caught will beg for mercy, cry bitterly, repent of their sins, and then shout and insult the gods when they find that they have not been forgiven." The man simply gave an example, "Of course, some cultists will be even crazier than you can imagine." ”

The craziest thing I can imagine is my crossing...... Douglas muttered inwardly, tentatively making eye contact with the man.

The other party's expression was very calm, and it did not look like he was interrogating the prisoner, but like he was talking to a friend.

He opened his mouth slightly, unsure if he was allowed to speak. The man noticed this and smiled briefly: "You can ask some questions, but it's up to me to decide if you get answers." ”

"I have a ......," Douglas pondered his words, "family." She is still a minor, she is a believer in the goddess of the night, and she is studying at the nursing school of the church. I wonder if my story will affect her, I mean...... Can she continue to go to school, or something. ”

It's the age of steam, and I hope there is no sitting-in system in this world...... Veretti is miserable enough, if the guardian is replaced by me, and if I can't even go to school, I really want to feel like a sinner for the ages......

Well, I didn't do anything...... Thinking of this, Douglas blinked a little aggrieved.

The man seemed to think for a moment: "This matter may be decided by your next performance." ”

That's what it will do...... Douglas leaned back in annoyance, tapped his head on the back of his chair to help him calm down, and replied, "Okay, I don't have a problem." ”

"So," Red Glove leaned back as well, and assumed the gesture of a listener, "let's get started." ”