With the Magic Pocket Watch fearing the negative state of fire for 12 hours, and the streets at night filled with terrifying flames, Angel had to leave the East End through the sewers that connected the whole of Beckland to the area of Beckland Bridge, which she was more familiar with.

Besides, even if there is no negative state, dragging a charred corpse down the street, even in the chaotic East End, is too eye-catching.

After spending more than an hour in the sewer area where the mutant rats and crocodiles had been cleaned up, Angel found the right direction and brought the body of Bishop Rose to the exit near the Tasok River, where the crimson moonlight could faintly shine.

There are a few platforms that rise slightly above the drains, and while not clean, they at least allow you to get out of the cross-flow sewage.

Tossing Bishop Rose aside, Angel stood aside for a short rest, regained some spirituality, and then used the Holy Night powder she carried with her to draw an area around the corpse and herself, building a spiritual wall that blocked the stench of the sewers and the sound of the Tasok River.

Before the dangerous divination, she should have waited for the extraordinary properties of the Rose Bishop to be revealed, so that even if the divination involved the true Creator as it did last time, tainted by His divinity and aura, at least part of the harvest would be preserved.

But she was more afraid of waiting too long for the deceased's spirituality to be lost than for her extraordinary properties to be tainted, so that she could not tell the location of Lanrius.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing the "Secret Emblem" on her right wrist, Angel recited the goddess's honorific name.

"The goddess of the night, nobler than the stars, older than eternity.

"You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets, and the Empress of Doom and Fear.

"Lords of Sleep and Silence......"

This is a quick ritual without an altar or candles, and if it weren't for the secret emblem, no matter how devout Angel was, he might not be able to get a response from the goddess.

"I pray for you......

"Bless me......

"Blessing ...... for my divination"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she felt the temperature of the emblem between her fingers drop slightly.

Then, a swirling breeze blew from within the spiritual wall, and a sense of tranquility spread around Angel.

Without delay, she immediately took out the magic mirror and approached the stout but blackened Bishop Rose.

"The Magic Mirror tells me the cause of the explosion on Dharavi Street."

She didn't try to point her divination directly at the identity of the Rose Bishop, or even the whereabouts of Lanrius, as it would likely involve deeper powers, and her current clue was only to the Rose Bishop himself.

"Gather enough information and then try divination."

Cutting off the surging memories, Angel cast her gaze to the mist-filled magic mirror, which soon revealed a dynamic picture.

"Williams, help me find someone, his name is Laneus, he's a fraudster, and he's on a national arrest warrant."

A small, unkempt blonde woman handed a portrait to another slender young man, who took it as Angel read the portrait in his hand.

With round glasses, neatly combed hair, and an ordinary face with a mocking expression, this is the fraudster of Tingen, the conspirator of the evil god to descend to the Raneus!

"Hugh, it's hard to find someone in the Eastern District, and I have to mobilize a lot of friends to be busy together to have a chance...... You'll have to add money. ”

The young man put away the portrait and said with a smile on his face.

Stop? Hugh Dilcha? The "Bounty Hunter"?

Angel remembered the words of the dead Bishop Rose when he saw her.

Soon, the picture on the magic mirror changes, and the young man named Williams asks different people with the portrait, but to no avail.

When he returned home, a tall, hooded male threatened him and told him why he was looking for Laneus, then tapped him on the shoulder and left the room.

Williams had just breathed a sigh of relief when he tore apart at the snap of the male's fingers, smearing his own flesh all over the room.

Then there was the gas explosion that destroyed the entire dwelling......

The surface of the magic mirror has been restored to its original state, but Angel's mood has not been calm for a long time.

She had already recalled the identity of the diminutive woman, who had appeared at Mr. A's rally, and had even tried to entrust herself to find someone.

The bounty hunter appears to have a wide range of business, not only tracking down a mysterious woman from Tingen, but also trying to find the trail of Lanrius.

Is it specialized in the business of finding people, coveting the other party's bounty, or is there something else?

Williams, who worked for her, must have been discovered by Bishop Rose during the search for Laneus, who followed him back to his home, and after asking about the situation, he used a gas explosion to kill people.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to be downstairs and was mistaken for the bounty hunter who issued the commission, I'm afraid that the Bishop of the Rose would have left the Eastern Side and his whereabouts are unknown.

This is in line with the style of the "Aurora Society...... Could it be that Lanerus is currently under the protection of the "Aurora Society"? This man planned the arrival of the Evil God's heir, but he himself fled Tingen, and even left clues for the night watchman, and it stands to reason that the Aurora Society should hate him.

After thinking for a moment, looking at the inhumanoid Bishop Rose, Angel stroked the magic mirror again and asked the next question.

"Tell me," she paused, still not pointing the divination directly at Lanrius, "where the Rose Bishop is hiding. ”

If he is really protecting, or spying on, Lanrius, then finding his place is the same as finding Lanrius!

Smoke alternated between pure black in the mirror, and boats on the Tasok River appeared.

The river bends a 180-degree bend and encloses a busy wharf.

This is the docklands of Beckland!

As the screen zooms in, there is a towering bell tower, a large dock, and several small buildings that look like children next to it.

Angel sees a sign that reads "Dockers' Association," but the image in the mirror pulls to the dormitory building on the other side.

Nearly two meters tall and with curly pale yellow hair, Bishop Rose was talking to someone, his perspective gradually rising to reflect the latter's bronzed skin.

Bronzed, is he again?

Without hesitation, Angel waved his hand to cut through the spiritual wall around him, grabbed the magic mirror, and was about to throw it into the distance.

But what little sanity she had left prevented her body from acting subconsciously.

Holding the magic mirror in one hand, feeling the increasingly evil aura in it, enduring the crazy whispers that gradually approached her ears, and enduring the intense pain that deepened from her fingers to her arms, Angel clenched her teeth and stared at the mirror with both eyes, ignoring the stinging pain in her eyes, waiting for the final divination picture.

The camera continued to rise, with angular chin and cheeks, forehead with gold-rimmed glasses, a mocking smile on his lips, talking to Bishop Rose.

"Bang-"

The mirror cracked, shards splattered, each shard seemed to have a thick screof of blood attached to it, and more of Angel's already familiar "true creator" aura poured out of the mirror.

She immediately threw the mirror out like a frisbee, and at the same time ignited a black flame that burned at the hand she was holding the mirror - the exposed skin was already stained with a hint of patina, and it corroded the skin and emitted puffs of green smoke.

With a "snap", only the magic mirror with only the frame of the mirror fell into the sewer where the sewage flowed, and the evil aura was gone.

Angel froze, she looked at her hand, which was still covered with strange rust from the previous second, although its muscles bulged, its skin cracked inch by inch, and blood flowed out of it, but the pollution of the "true creator" had faded as if it had never appeared.

Fortunately, it's just a traumatic injury, and if you go home later and use those healing potions from "Pharmacist" Darkwell, you should be able to recover quickly.

Bending his elbow to reduce the blood flow in the wound, Angel silently looked at the silent magic mirror in the distance, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, and she drew the crimson moon on her chest with the hand that was still intact, and sincerely thanked the goddess for her protection.

Then, she retrieved the broken magic mirror, which no longer emitted an evil aura, and returned to the "Bishop of the Rose", waiting for the extraordinary properties to be revealed.

"That mocking smile is undoubtedly Lan'eris, though I don't know where he tanned his skin and changed his appearance......"

She thought of the bronzed-skinned hands she had seen earlier when she had soothed the origin of mutant animals.

"Mutant animals were also made by him from blood? But this can easily attract the attention of the official extraordinary, why would he do such a stupid thing? For the sake of evil sacrifices, or do you want to quench the desire to kill? ”

Thinking about it, Angel shifted her gaze to the "Bishop of the Rose" on the ground.

"This 'Bishop of the Rose' lives in the docklands with Lanrius...... That bell tower resembles the landmark of the East Bailang Dockyard, and they are tucked away in the dockmen's quarters? Instead of concealing his whereabouts, he deliberately created an incident, and the 'Bishop of the Rose' chose the most destructive way when fighting......"

A thought popped up in her mind that even she couldn't believe:

"They, or Ranrius, are deliberately drawing attention to the outside world?"

"Could it be that this fraudster, like in Tingen, left a provocative letter with the words 'Growing Bomb' to attract the attention of the night watch, but in fact secretly has other plans?"

If he creates another incident of the evil god and detonates the "bomb" in the densely populated dock area, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Anyway, early tomorrow morning, when the negative status disappears, I will report it."

Lang Erus may find out that the "Bishop of the Rose" who is out is missing at any time, and may move to other areas at any time, or even leave Baekland, Angel himself has no confidence to solve him with the aura of "true creator", but the official extraordinary can, and the night watchmen can!

Determined, Angel looked back at the corpse of the "Bishop of the Rose" on the ground, and under the spiritual vision, wisps of white light gradually focused on his right eye, indicating that the extraordinary properties were about to be dissolved.

But when she turned on her vision, she immediately felt a sharp pain in her eyes, and a low murmur came from her ears, just like the breath of the real creator when she was in contact with the divination just now, but there was no sense of evil atmosphere.

Could it be that extraordinary properties have been tainted by the divinity of the Creator?

No, it's a little different from the divination just now, it should be that this "Bishop of the Rose" was on the verge of madness before he died, close to losing control. Maybe it's because of my "madness", maybe because of the injuries he was sustained in the battle, or maybe even because he was mentally and spiritually unstable before the fight, which is quite likely given his practice of detonating the gas pipes in an entire apartment......

As the properties concentrated on the deceased's right eye, the eyeball became red, swollen, and fell out of its socket on its own, and Angel found that after the properties were precipitated, the tall body of the Rose seemed to become a size smaller, and the charred skin became drier, as if it were dehydrated.

Picking up the red eyeballs that were rolling to the side, Angel immediately sensed the appearance of countless individuals around him, including pedestrians on the street overhead, rats crawling around the sewers, and even corpses under his feet.

This is not a message that appears in the line of sight, but a spiritual reminder and all-round perception like the "flame jump" sensing the surrounding flames.

"This eyeball allows me to sense moving objects around me?" She lowered her eyes in confusion, and the sense just now disappeared in an instant, "No, pedestrians on the street overhead can sense it, as can the horses and passengers pulling the cart, but the carriage itself can't sense ......"

After several experiments, she determined that the red eyeball could sense "flesh" within a radius of about 50 meters, whether it was as small as a mouse or as large as a horse, or even a dead corpse.

"This is the effect of the 'Bishop of the Rose'?"

She picked up her eyeball again, ready to test it a few more times, but felt a sharp pain in her head and blurred things in front of her.

The spiritual consumption is too great...... Let's go home and rest.

Carefully packing the eyeballs with the bullet box she had with her, Angel looked at the corpse of Bishop Rose beneath her feet.

(End of chapter)