The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Violent thunder and lightning and gloomy dark clouds seemed to be bringing the whole of London to the ground.

At around three o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Highness, something ...... wrong"

"Alas~"

A low sigh of the girl came from the room.

"Come in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The door opened, and a plump woman with black hair and black eyes and a beautiful face walked in.

The interior is very warm, with soft chairs and wood-colored coffee tables, plus ubiquitous bookshelves, giving people an elegant feeling of being able to touch knowledge at hand.

In the huge classical sofa, there is a silver-gray long-haired girl with her head down.

She looked sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing white pajamas, and there were beautiful lace on the cuffs, neckline, and chest of the pajamas, which set off her face more and more beautiful and holy.

She is the little princess of the Bavarian royal family.

In the UK, she uses a pseudonym - Rosalia Loren.

The woman walked in and squeezed the little princess's shoulder from behind.

"Your Highness, you look tired." She spoke, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Rosaria shook her head, "Maggie, what's wrong?" ”

"Your Highness......" The woman known as Maggie hesitated, knowing that the princess would definitely go to the scene now after hearing this, and wanted to delay until tomorrow. However, the impact of this incident was too great, and she couldn't hide it, so she could only say in a deep voice: "The mayor's family was slaughtered......"

"Slaughtered?"

Rosalia frowned instantly.

"Yes." Maggie replied, "Except for her daughter and son-in-law, who didn't come home, the entire mayor's mansion was killed. ”

"Let's go, let's take a look." Rosalie commanded.

"I'll help you change your clothes."

"Just dress up as usual."

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Rosalia was fully dressed.

dark blue college vest with a white shirt underneath;

Black skinny trousers, long equestrian boots, and a top hat with a slightly lower brim that covers the small half of the cheek.

The girl, who was still weak and beautiful, became cold in the blink of an eye, and her momentum was even a little aggressive.

"Maggie, let's go!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Rosalia sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the carriage by her personal servant, Maggie.

"Boom~"

Thunder roared, briefly illuminating the sky.

Icy rain fell from the sky, as if it was about to swallow the whole world.

In the pouring rain, the carriage sped forward to Knightsbridge, West End.

The neighbourhood is known for its wealthy, with high-end residences and horse-drawn carriages crossing two lines of separation before entering the devastated Mayor's House.

The downpour had washed away all the blood stains outside.

In the corridor blocked by the eaves, white cloths covered corpses, and the humid air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A large group of police officers were busy all over the mansion.

The carriage stopped at the door, and Maggie first removed the wheelchair, and then carried the little princess to the wheelchair.

The sheriff in charge of the scene greeted him.

Looking at the girl's slightly sleepy expression, Sergeant Webb bowed slightly respectfully: "Miss Loraine, I'm sorry to disturb you." Due to the detection of magical energy at the scene, this case is classified as a special crime, and according to the regulations, we need to contact the committee as soon as possible. ”

"You're welcome." Rosalia bowed her head coldly, "What's the situation on?" ”

"It's tragic." Sergeant Webber sighed, slightly spared a little space, and let Rosalia look at the row of white cloth behind her: "Up and down the entire mayor's mansion, except for the daughter and son-in-law, thirty-six people, including servants and workers, are all dead. ”

Almost all of the corpses were brutally ravaged, and none of them were intact.

Rosalia looked at them one by one with an expressionless face, and yawned slightly because of sleepiness in the middle.

"Did you use the backtracking crystal?" She asked indifferently.

"Not yet." Sergeant Webb quickly lowered his head and carefully pulled out a box, "You also know that the backtracking crystal needs the magic power of the occultist, and we brought it, but we are all waiting for the committee to come." You are the first ...... to arrive."

"I see." Rosalia tapped her fingertips on the wheelchair with a sense of interest.

Maggie, who was standing behind her, understood, and immediately stepped forward to take the box from the sheriff's hand.

Inside the box is a clear crystal piece.

This is a Path of Light, Seventh Order, and can only be crafted by time travelers, and after using a magic energy to drive a crystal, you can view the screen of the current location for a limited time in the past day.

Seventh-Order Mystics are rare.

However, backtracking crystals are simple things that can be manufactured in batches, and the production is very large, and basically every police station will have them.

Maggie picked up the crystal and closed her eyes to breathe.

There was a slight ripple in the air.

The crystal that was originally transparent first glowed slightly, and then the picture appeared.

The picture was shrouded in fog, without color or sound, like a moldy old sketch.

The blurry image that is projected is really only enough to see an approximate look.

Rosalia leaned on the armrests of her wheelchair with her elbows, habitually letting her fingertips touch her chest and slightly support her chin.

There's not a lot of information in the video.

At the time of the murder, one could barely see a cloaked black shadow abusing the mayor, seemingly torturing him.

Soon after, the Shadow kills the mayor and begins a massacre of the entire mansion.

At the same time, another dark shadow rummaged through the corners of the mansion, as if looking for something.

That's all for the information.

"Alright, I kind of know what's going on." Rosalia waved Maggie to turn off the frame.

The sheriff next to him instantly pricked up his ears.

Although the little Bavarian princess in front of her has a strange and cold personality, she is a real occultist.

She was able to hold a key position in London's Mystic Protection Committee as a foreigner because of the insight of the "Path of Light, Second Order, Detective".

Maggie stops moving.

The image in the crystal disappeared, and she looked back at the little princess in the wheelchair tenderly.

The physiognomy of light is a beacon in the fog formed by mysteries, symbolizing reason and knowledge.

Awakened occultists of this nature will embark on the path of light, and they have an astonishing insight into clues and riddles.

It is also important to note that almost all the great sages in history have been occultists of the path of light, and their pursuit of truth is like that of a moth to light.

The messy mayor's mansion suddenly became much quieter, and almost everyone looked at the girl.

She has long, silver-gray hair and uncanny silver-gray pupils.

The pupils were empty and deep, as if a whole mysterious world was hidden.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her fingertips resting on her jaw.

The fingertips were not weak fingertips, but had an unmistakable sense of reality like a pianist placing his fingers quietly on the keys.

In a foggy spiritual world, a bright light lit up.

After a moment, Rosaria opened her eyes, and her ethereal and indifferent voice reached everyone's ears.

"Tsk!"

As if hallucinating, many people heard her extremely unpleasant voice.

So they all had intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Oh hoo~

She's disgusting with me, isn't she?

Definitely!

Oh –

I like her disgusted voice and expression, I like her disdainful and indifferent eyes, and I want to be trampled on by her feet in equestrian boots...... Great Princess Rosaria, please let me be your dog-

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Please follow up.

In order to be able to test the waters, I find someone to sell my ass every day, I'm so tired(╥_╥)