When Asther returned to her room, the first thing she did was open the window.

Nath's early May was only a few degrees warmer, and Esther touched the goosebumps on her arm, a physiological response that was closer to some pre-set "program" that gave her a vague sense of unreality.

If it's Tingen or Beckland, it's already a warm spring, and even if it's just a few weeds and wildflowers growing out of the bricks, it's going to be quite lively......

She released a few points of light to keep the bud sealed, and retracted it into the box. Sitting on the single couch in the room, Esther closed her eyes and looked like she was napping.

But she turned on a special perception similar to psionic vision, waiting for movement by the window.

A gray-green beetle flapped its wings and wandered around the window before landing on the window.

Its tentacles swayed slightly, like two antennas, receiving messages about the safety of its surroundings.

There was no movement in the house, and the beetle spread its hard, shiny forewings, revealing a membrane-like hindwing, and flew towards the house.

It hovered through the air, its path not much different from that of a scouting and patrolling micro-drone, except for the fainter flapping of its wings. The beetle seemed to understand its own situation, and was wary of the owner of this room, so it did not settle down to rest.

In Esther's perception, there was a black silk thread floating on the beetle's body, and the black thread was constantly twisting and trembling, and the beetle was like a puppet that had been lifted, purposefully observing the environment in the room.

This isn't the ability of the Sequence Six Facelings, it's the Sequence Five? Crane didn't seem to tell me the name of Sequence Five......

It is not excluded that it is a seal.

The beetle flew around twice more, and seeing that the man in the chair seemed to be asleep and unaware of its arrival, the green flying insect became emboldened and fell into the wooden box on the table.

"Mr. Banabe." Esther opened her eyes and smiled at the beetle that was hovering in front of the table, not approaching the box again.

In her indifferent eyes, the beetle twitched twice, tumbling and falling to the ground like a wisp of soot swept off the gambler's table.

The beetle made a "click" on the floor.

As long as there is no communication or communication, there is no direct evidence that the beetle is under Banabe's control.

Esther guesses that even if Matteo is asked to "divination", he will encounter a corresponding means of anti-divination.

This man's arrogance is really only superficial, he hides his caution under the mask, he is not as careless as he seems, in fact, he knows very well what he is doing.

"Alas......" Esther raised the corners of her mouth helplessly, picked up the beetle's corpse from the ground, and threw it out the window.

What is the reason for bullying that gambler in public?

That's right, just as Klein is focusing on playing Gelman Sparrow, Facelings can receive effective feedback when they play "others" who are different from their own image.

He suddenly chased after him in the hallway, and confessed that his purpose was because of his spiritual instincts. I will definitely find out if he lies, and then I will have a stronger bad feeling for him, which will only further deteriorate the relationship between the two parties.

Especially after turning on the psychic vision, he realized that I was abnormal, and even made teases. Even if it's not molested, it's very unpleasant.

Esther looked out the window, gently rubbed her right eyebrow twice, and immediately lowered her hand when she realized her habitual little gesture.

Banabe deliberately made this impression on the people around him.

If anything happens to him, we have a source of friction and a suspicion of hurting him.

When the time comes, he will change into something else, and he will get out of here smoothly, but he will get rid of the appearance, image, temperament and name used today. His disappearance will cause us problems, and he may deliberately report our existence to the church or the police in order to delay us from seeking trouble with him.

The man's mind to take one step and see three steps was too deep, which made Esther frown more and more when she thought about it.

Outside the window, the sky had turned dark, as if someone had spilled a glass of orange juice, penetrating the ground in the distance, and mold grew out of the orange juice, and the light turned black with time.

Esther got up from the couch, not the red cloak hanging by the door, but her satchel.

She walked to the empty spot next to the staircase and stood by the fake potted plant for decoration, looking like she was waiting for someone.

There were only three times on the stairs here, two coming down from the upper floor, and once on the third floor.

When she went downstairs, Esther would smile gently at her if someone looked at her, and one of the kind-hearted women greeted her. The two made small talk about the weather in Nass, and the woman complained about the number of pirates and the humid environment of Beaversack on the island.

Sending the woman away, Esther waited a few more minutes, estimating that she had waited more than half an hour, before she went down the stairs to the front desk.

At the front desk sat the same lady who watched Esther, Valery and Vika check in, with another bottle of Nepos at hand, wiping down the countertop.

Now, of course, Valery, the "drunken friend", is gone.

"Good evening." Esther was the first to speak.

When she wiped the counter, the lady's cheeks were still flushed, and she had a faint smell of wine and perfume on her body at the same time: "Well, what's wrong?" Is there any problem with the guest rooms? ”

Esther hesitated, her face showed shame, and then she tightened her satchel tightly: "Actually, it's not about the guest room......"

The tall lady took the rag from her hand to the mezzanine of the counter and wiped her hands twice on the towel hanging by the wall before she picked up the bottle of Nepos again and stared at Esther for a long time.

She didn't speak during the process.

Esther sighed heavily: "Well, that's right, Mr. Banabe, who was involved in that gamble before......"

Then she interrupted the sentence again, and played with her fingers with trepidation:

"I don't know where I offended him. As soon as the gambling game was over, he chased him to the second floor and said something offensive.

"And my friends, who are not very good-tempered, quarrel with him for a few words, and then he goes back to his room."

The tall lady looked at Esther twice, took a sip of Nepos, and suddenly grinned:

"Hahaha, no, no, little girl, it's not because you offended him! Anything can be an excuse to pick up a conversation, and I bet he's pestering you to talk, right? ”

Esther's face was just the right amount of crimson, and her eyes turned from left to right, avoiding the meeting of gazes: "Yes, so we had a very unpleasant ......"

The tall lady watched Esther come to the front desk, and after hesitating for so long, her demeanor changed, and her heart was "clear":

"I used to be young, and I knew that young girls were rebellious and would always like men who pretend to be dashing. You have to be wary of jerks who make you feel 'handsome', they are likely to make you fall out of your head on the road of love. ”

Sounds like a word of experience! It seems that the acting is stable, and with the ability of the "scammer", she has completely believed that I am a naïve "little girl".

Esther's smile softened even more, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment:

"I didn't mean that! It's just, I just want to ask for his room number and apologize to him on behalf of my friends......"

"I know, I understand, but it's a bit dangerous for you to go to him alone, don't you really need to find your friends with you?" The tall lady's eyes looked ambiguous, and it was hard to tell if it was because of the fun of gossip or the wetness of the rising smell of alcohol.

"I'm afraid that if they quarrel again, it will only make their impression of Mr. Banabe worse."

The tall lady nodded in the direction of the depths of the hallway: "Okay, room seven on the fourth floor, of course that's not what I said." ”

"I understand that I was inquiring with other guests. Thank you so much! Esther nodded delightfully at the tall lady, and seemed to be walking impatiently towards the staircase, with a cheerful footstep.

The tall lady looked at Esther's back, chuckled a few times, and took two more sips of strong Nepos:

"It's nice to be young, even if someone says something, you won't listen to it at all......

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Inside Room 7 on the fourth floor.

Banabe curled up on the ground with his face covered, curled sprouts from under his skin from the pain of spiritual exhaustion.

His eyes were clear, and he knew that as long as he endured as soon as possible, he would not be able to recover in a short time.

It is still too difficult to directly use the extraordinary characteristics, especially when you transform the secret puppet twice in succession and quickly cut off the connection with the secret puppet.

For Banabe, who is still a "Faceling", such an adventure is very burdensome, but it is still within the scope of his calculations and patience.

He held a pupilless black eyeball in his hand, and there seemed to be worm-like threads writhing inside the eyeball, but when he looked closely, it was only a deep black, unable to refract the slightest light from the outside world.

As soon as the loss of control subsided, Banabe struggled to his feet, leaned against the table, and stuffed the extraordinary eyeball-like properties back into the sealing box.

When he had done this, he lay on the ground panting again, feeling the pain in his cheeks almost melt and fall off, and his brain felt like it was about to explode.

That woman actually found my traces?

The divination didn't lead to anything, and I couldn't overhear the specific content of their conversation, and I also had the ability to grab it directly, ha! It's unfortunate that there would be a wild "thief" demigod.

Banabe raised his arm and kneaded his brow vigorously, the flesh on his face was already hidden under his skin.

Fortunately, she didn't wear a monocle in her right eye, and that one was a real "angel". I was too careless, my spiritual intuition could not be wrong, and the mistakes would only be my reasoning and assumptions.

I had to hurry away, but luckily I had already used smoking as an excuse to leave a lot of cigarette butts on the roof and in the neighborhood.

I'll leave when it's dark, but unfortunately I don't have any leverage on them, otherwise handing over their valuables to those pirates would have caused them even more trouble......

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Banabe's spiritual instincts did not raise the alarm of extreme danger until the voice sounded.