Feeling the wind "blowing" behind him with the smell of blood and burnt, Lumian deftly turned and turned into the alley that led to Nightingale Street.

The dark eyes highlighted the bloodshot "werewolf", who was controlled by the anger and desire to kill brought about by the heavy blow, forcibly twisted his body, and rushed into the alley.

He saw Lumian leap lightly, jump over the barricade in front of him, and leap to his feet.

In the next second, what caught his sight was an uncovered sewer entrance, an iron-black staircase leading straight into the depths.

Lumian stepped on the edge of the sewer entrance and jumped over the "natural" trap cleanly.

Bang!" The werewolf "crashed into the sewer and half-sank in, the wound cracked further, and his head became dizzy.

Lumian took the opportunity to turn around and condensed the crimson fire ravens one after another, sending them to hover and fly towards the enemies stuck at the entrance to the sewers.

With a muffled rumbling sound, crimson flame crows covered the area, igniting gray hairs and scorching patches of skin and tearing more flesh.

"Werewolf" struggled with both hands, and finally jumped out of the sewer, and Lumian struck a blow and ran away.

The "werewolf" was even more furious and wanted nothing more than to quickly shred the bastard and throw his entrails to the passing wild dogs.

With a snort, Lumian, who rushed to the exit of the alley, turned at high speed and ran to the left.

The "werewolf" chased after him in a few steps, and turned in the direction of his target's escape with a flick of his tail.

But in the darkness in front of him, a barricade nearly a meter high appeared, and Lumian, who had been prepared, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and jumped over with a toss.

"Werewolf" discovered too late and had no choice between a hasty jump and a straight crash.

He tried to jump straight to the top of the barricade with his legs, but he rushed forward so violently that his feet hooked into the obstacle before his body could be fully raised.

Thump!

The "werewolf" fell off the barricade and fell to the ground.

Once again, Lumien stopped running, put one hand in his pocket, and looked at his enemy.

Around him, a new wave of fire crows coalesced and swished to fly below the barricades.

The "werewolf" rolled as hard as he could, but was hit by at least ten flaming crows, and the wound in his abdomen, which had lost the clinch of his palm, reopened, and blood-stained intestines flowed out.

It was only at this time that the "werewolf" woke up to the fact that he had stepped into the trap of the other party, regained some of his senses, and felt the weakness of his body and the instability of his state.

He extinguished the flames on his body and struggled to his feet, trying to escape.

At this moment, Lumian's sarcastic voice sounded in his ears: "Didn't your mother tell you not to fight in an environment familiar to 'hunters'?"

"You dare to chase me down the streets and the surrounding area, you can only say that your brain is important, but you don't."

The "werewolf's" mind suddenly buzzed, and the whole person became extremely angry.

He took the initiative to sacrifice his reason, exploded his desires, and strengthened his body in all aspects.

He turned into a "madman"!

Once again, he chased after Lumian.

Lumian sometimes stops sharply and strikes a counterattack, sometimes burrows under the arm of the stone statue extending from around the corner, and when the "werewolf" hits the obstacle, he turns around and fires a volley of red fire ravens, sometimes making a gesture to enter the underground Trier, but lies in ambush there, waiting to attack.

In this way, the "werewolf" finally reached its limit, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

He returned from his madness, and he had a strong sense of danger, and he just wanted to get out of this area and escape from the honest market area as soon as possible.

At this time, Lumian stopped as if he had noticed, turned around, and smiled.

He watched as the "werewolf" began to run much slower than before, condensing a blazing white spear in his hand.

Lumian then flicked his body and threw the flaming spear out.

A blazing white streamer streaked through the air, piercing through the werewolf's devastated body and pinning it to the ground. Ignite thoroughly.

In the burst of bright flames, Lumian stepped into his pocket with one hand in his pocket and walked towards the enemy.

Behind him, one after another crimson fire crows condensed, whistling and circling to fly in front of the "werewolf", burrowing into various wounds on his body, destroying his heart, lungs, and other organs.

By the time Lumian approached his target, the "xeno" was no longer breathing, and had lost its life.

His eyes were wide open, frozen in palpable remorse and fear.

"You'll have to go to the boss of our Savoyard party, why do you have to attack me? Trying to make me a puppet for the assassination of Gardner. Martin prepares?" Lumian looked down at the "werewolf" and shook his head, "How much do you look down on gangsters, confident to the point of arrogance?"

Just now, he had actually prepared for the other party's difficulty in coping, and even had Sequence 6 preparations, and the route of "escape" had always been close to White Coat Street.

Once there, she can attract Franca's attention and use the blood of her enemies to inflict a deadly curse.

If Lumian had judged in advance that neither of them would have been able to win the target, he would have turned into the market as soon as possible and used the explosion from the fireball to create a movement that could attract the attention of the official extraordinaire to scare away the enemy.

However, with the madness and excessive desire to kill displayed by the other party, Lumian felt that he might not be able to weigh the pros and cons in a short period of time, quickly end the fight, and escape the pursuit of the official extraordinary, and he would have to hold on for a while before he could usher in the light of day.

Lumian crouched down and fumbled for the Werewolf's clothes.

He found only coins worth 3 Fergin and burned banknotes and wallets, but no other useful items.

"Haven't you even considered buying me, you just want to rely on strength to oppress?" Lumian scolded with a little distress.

He wasn't too disappointed, because he knew that the "werewolf" was the recipient of the very small possibility, and that he would be able to precipitate the extraordinary properties of Sequence 7, which included Sequence 9 and Sequence 8.

That's worth thirty or forty thousand filkins, or even more!

Lumian can also use it with the "Shadow Branch" to create magical items, or exchange them for other, more suitable extraordinary traits.

Considering that there were many weak explosions just now, Lumian did not stop in the street, simply disposed of the body of the "werewolf", and then set him up and took him to the back door of the Breeze Ballroom.

Sakota and other members of the Savoyard Party were no strangers to murder and mutilation, and quickly found body bags, filled the bodies in, and sent people to clean up the blood along the way.

Lumian tosses the body bag into the carriage belonging to the Breeze Ballroom, intending to find Gardner overnight. Martin.

On the way, he opened the body bag several times, and finally saw a little black-green light precipitate from the corpse, combining with a sharp canine tooth.

After a few tens of seconds, Lumian harvested a strange black-green fang.

He thought about it for a moment, and decided to leave the fangs in the body bag and look at Gardner. What will Martin arrange.

With the way this "chief" behaves, he will inevitably be rewarded when it is time to be rewarded, and he will either give the extraordinary characteristics of the "werewolf" directly to Lumian, or change it to another one, or buy it with enough money.

That being the case, Lumien is happy to be honest.

At one o'clock in the morning, the carriage of the Breeze Ballroom stopped at 11 Quanshui Street in the parish of Remembrance, and Lumian unceremoniously pulled the rope next to the iron fence gate, allowing the sound of the bell to echo through the grayish-white three-story villa.

It didn't take long for the manservant, who was obviously of Southern Continent blood, to come over and open the door.

He looked displeased to be woken up, but when he saw Lumian's blackened and torn clothes and the body bag dragging behind him, the whole person suddenly shuddered and regained the proper courtesy of a servant.

Lumien dragged the body bag into the villa and saw Faustino, the butler who was also a member of the Iron Cross.

Faustino, who was wearing a bow tie, stared at Lumian and the body bag for a few seconds, and asked, "What is this?"

"A strange guy." Lumien replied with a smile.

Faustino didn't ask any more questions, and led Lumian to the living room on the first floor. “

Gardner. Dressed in a dark blue dressing gown made of silk, Martin leaned back in an easy chair and asked with a smile, "Who is in the body bag?"

"It doesn't seem easy to get you to come overnight."

Lumian untied the body bag and dumped the werewolf corpse inside, along with the strange black and green fangs, onto the living room carpet.

Gardner. Martin glanced at it, and his expression gradually became serious: "A 'werewolf'......."

Lumien laughed: "He came to me and asked who the boss of our Savoyard party is, and he wants to control me and turn me into a puppet."

Gardner. Martin nodded slowly, "And then?"

"And then?" Lumian raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile, "Then I'll kill him." ”

Hearing this, the butler Faustino, who was standing next to the "chief", looked at the werewolf corpse on the ground, and then at Lumian, who only had obvious scorched black tear marks on his clothes, and his expression was no longer so indifferent and calm.

Gardner. Martin's eyes lit up, and he was silent for a few seconds before he sighed: "It's a pity that you can't 'psychic', and you missed a lot of information."

Lumian wanted to say that maybe I needed a psychic artifact", but he was worried that it would take a share of the reward and make the "Shadow Branch" lose a mate.

Gardner. Martin continued: "I will arrange the follow-up investigation and response, you don't have to worry about this matter for the time being, I will tell you when you need to carry out the mission."

"What exactly does he want to do? It feels like the origin is not small. Lumian glanced at the corpse of the "werewolf" and deliberately expressed his doubts.

Gardner. Martin shook his head: "It's not certain yet."

He then looked at Lumian and asked with a smile, "Do you want this 'werewolf' tooth, or something else?"

"Any options?" Lumien was not polite at all.