Bakerland in the middle of the night was as peaceful and harmonious as ever.

In front of a seemingly ordinary insurance company in Midtown, a black carriage was parked, and Yager in the back seat of the vehicle leaned back on the chair with an expressionless face.

At the door in the distance, Rick the night watchman was repeatedly emphasizing to his "friend" with slightly curly black hair: "When you go back, remember to advise Mr. Dressester, don't go up to see the excitement as soon as you encounter strange things in the future, it's very dangerous." ”

"Look at this time, I went to the scene of the crime without completing the formalities, and was arrested by mistake in the end, who can blame me?"

Rick calmly lied and handed over a police station's standard "bail notice".

"The bail is ten pounds, and there is no follow-up suspicious action within a month to come back and get a refund."

"Okay," said Green, who was wearing a monocle across from him, with the same smile he'd been holding since he arrived.

That's right, given that Yager didn't have anyone else's contact address in Beckland, and that the only reliable detective Sherlock Moriarty was too low to pass the night's test and reveal his personal information, he had to retreat......

Found Amun......

And half an hour ago, when I met the postman at the door of my house, a certain Meng's expression can be said to have experienced a wealth of changes, from surprise, to doubt, to surprise, and finally surprise.

？ And this kind of door-to-door fun?

Green reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out ten pounds of cash neatly, and took the bail receipt from the night watchman.

I didn't even ask Yager himself for reimbursement.

Under the light of the red moon, the receipt he got clearly read:

"As a legal resident of Beckland, I would like to guarantee that the bail recipient "Yager Dress" will not be harmful to society and can return to production and life normally."

"Guarantor: Green."

The flower script of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance signed his name.

It's a pity, if Dressster wasn't an outer god, he wouldn't have signed so easily.

Thinking so, Green put the receipt in his pocket with a little disappointment, and prepared to go home and frame it.

Well, you can still play even if you sign it.

A few seconds later, the carriage door was opened again, and the monocle-cloaked young man stepped into the carriage in a few steps.

As soon as he sat down, Green couldn't help but bend his eyes again: "Sneer......"

Yager was loveless: "What are you laughing at? ”

"No, I remember something glad of me." Green pushed his newly purchased monocle.

“……”

He didn't want to speak.

Yager really didn't want to go through the social death experience of Amon taking him out of the interrogation room again.

The malicious onlookers when the other party signed are really memorable!

The fists clenched.

But Officer Rick, the night watchman in the rear, didn't seem to let him go.

The blonde night watchman knocked on the narrow window of the carriage: "Mr. Dressster, remember the agreement you signed, you can't even have a drunken and smashing record within a month to get a refund." ”

"Okay, I'll supervise him." Green next to him replied for him seriously, and even waved his hand to the night watchman.

Look like a law-abiding citizen.

This is perhaps the closest he has come to this definition in his past, including all of his past.

…… Green, you wait for me.

Yager took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure go up.

If he had a choice, he would smash the monocle and the Church of the Night tonight in retaliation.

Damn the contract that stands in the way!

Wait, it doesn't seem impossible......

The sound of the farrier tinkled and carried them away from the insurance company, which was full of strange memories.

Yager raised his eyes slightly: "Mr. Green, when are you going to do the incident about the Church of the Night?" ”

"Huh?" The monocle, still smiling, turned to face him, "If you want, you can actually do it tonight." ”

"Tell me about your plans."

……

Beckland, west side of St. Samuel's Church.

Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes, and a bard-like temperament, stands in the shadow of the building, wearing red gloves and a moon hanging high.

Tonight it was his turn to be on duty.

"Hello!" He suddenly sneezed without an image.

Leonard took out a handkerchief from the outside of his uniform, covered his nose, and chatted boredly in his mind with his old grandfather, Pales Zoroaster.

"Old man, who is the enemy you talked about before?"

"If I meet, I'll have to have an idea." He asked, leaning against the church wall.

"Whoever can push you into this situation, even I need to be prepared."

"What's more, I still need revenge ......"

His turquoise eyes looked at the sky.

"You'd better solve today's serial murders first." A hoarse voice echoed in his head, and there was a bit of speechlessness in it, "The night watchman who was eviscerated in the morning is Sequence Eight, but there is no trace of resistance at the scene. ”

"The murderer obviously has a middle sequence."

"You'd better pick a few powerful and extraordinary items when you're tracking, or you might get backlash."

"Don't worry, old man, I can do this little thing well." Leonard muttered, "I won't let that demon go." ”

“……”

The night seemed to sink into an eternal silence once again.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and a hoarse male voice slowly resounded in Leonard's heart.

"I have an ominous premonition......"

……

At 1:50 a.m., there was a loud noise at the main entrance of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

"Boom !!!!"

The sand and gravel are flying.

A large hole appeared in the gate, which was reinforced by many extraordinary abilities!

The alarmed night watchmen and the red gloves rushed out of the rest area and rushed to the place where the movement was moving.

"Boom !!!"

The black-gray light pierced through the entire hall!

"Hidden!" The leader of the night watchman squad who arrived first shouted hoarsely.

But it didn't work.

The continuous pillars of light seemed to be endless, and they swept through the ornate halls of the past without stopping.

"How is that possible? What a sequence of extraordinary abilities this is! "A member of the Red Glove was hiding in the hallway, and he had done his best to defend against the aftermath of the splash alone.

"Don't charge! All hidden!! "It's the roar of the hallway opposite.

In the smoke and dust, a figure covered in crow feathers gradually became clear.

The silver pointed beak mask on the face seems to be a symbol of the death bird.

In the hollow of the eyes, a black and gray light is constantly gathering......

【Eye of the Black Sky】

[Soft eyeballs blessed by ghosts, they were discovered through Byron Voss's mysterious contacts, but in the end none of these contacts were found.] 】

[Deep in the eyeball is a vast sky, rumbling in an endless storm of meteorites, and even the slightest friction against it can cause the meteorites to fly and roll.] 】

The low humming sound made the night watchers dizzy!