Early in the morning, Kapin sat at the brightly lit dining table, watching the servants bring plates and delicacies to the table, with a smile on his face, but his heart was not as good as it looked.

One of his men had clashed with the Zmange party in the eastern district the previous night, and was besieged by the savage highlanders, and died under the dagger handed out in the shadows.

Although he has been away from the underworld for a long time, he is dissatisfied with his stupid subordinates for provoking other gangsters, but his subordinates are his subordinates, and if he does not retaliate, others will see it and affect his leadership.

Unfortunately, Mr. Heras stopped him, in front of the rest of his men, as if he were a dog.

Thinking that his family was still under the "surveillance" of the other party, Capin put away the dissatisfaction in his heart, piled up a smile, and said to Heras, who was the last to take a seat:

"Good morning, Mr. Heras, today's breakfast has roasted pigeon, pumpkin shortbread, cheese gratin cream mushrooms, fruit crème brûlée and fruit salad," Kapin motioned for the waiter to pull out his chair and let Heras take a seat, "They come from different restaurants in the North End and are brought here as fast as they come to be on our table at the freshest hour." ”

"Hmph, eat dessert early in the morning, that's the style of our country."

Heras tied his napkin with the help of the waiter, grinning at the corners of his mouth without sneering, one of Kapin's men died in the East Side in the middle of the night, which for a time made him think that this place was being targeted by some ill-intentioned extraordinary, until he confirmed that the limitations of his ability to "keep secrets" had not been broken, and he settled down to continue to rest, so that this morning he was not as energetic as ever.

Ms. Katie had already arrived at the restaurant early to start the meal, and was "dissecting" a roast pigeon with a knife and fork, and the pigeon gradually separated its flesh and bone under her precise cutting, and its neck moved slightly, but it did not speak.

Parker was enjoying the crème brûlée when he heard Heras's words, smiled and put down his spoon and said:

"But sweets make a day good, Mr. Heras, think of the goods in the basement, you can pick them out today, is it worth a pudding?"

Hearing Parker's compliment, Heras's straight face finally showed a smile, and he was about to answer, when suddenly he felt a sense of spirituality, and a trace of uneasiness arose in his heart.

He quickly threw down his knife and fork, and looked over his head with a frown.

A large gas lamp with multiple sets of reflective lenses hangs there, illuminating the entire restaurant as if it were under the scorching sun on a late autumn morning.

An invisible scream came from the gas lamp overhead, instantly sweeping over the Capin, the three extraordinaires, and the maids and waiters standing beside them in the dining room.

Smack-

There was a tingling pain in Heras's eardrums, but other than that, he felt a little dizzy in his head, his vision blurred, and within a few seconds of standing up with the armrest of his chair, he was able to see the table in front of him again.

At this time, Katie, who had also stood up, covered her head, and a few drops of sticky blood dripped from the tip of her nose and landed on the dinner plate in front of her. She covered her head with one hand and grabbed the holster at her waist with the other, ready to pull out the revolver and respond to the attack.

Parker beside her was even more unbearable, his eyes white, and he threw his chair back with his legs. Kapin in the main seat didn't make any movement, so he fainted directly and lay on the fruit crème brûlée that had been rushed in the morning.

The attendants and maids around him were just ordinary people, and they were in a similar situation to Kapin, one by one, staggering, quickly losing consciousness, and their faces were painted with blood oozing from their mouths, noses, and ears.

At some point, a tall woman appeared, her long black hair was scattered, her round face was full of indifference, her right foot was slightly raised, and when she stepped out, the ice that could freeze everything poured out from the soles of her feet, blowing away the puddings and shortbreads on the table, and rushing towards several extraordinary people.

Heras had retreated from the table by this time, and Katie, though a step slower, dodged the attack in time and pulled out her revolver.

Parker, who had fallen over, had just stood up and couldn't dodge, and his body instantly became stiff.

Then, in Heras's subconscious vision, a translucent figure in black armor and a pitch-black crown jumped down from the gas lamp and pounced on Parker's body.

With a kick that kicked the incapable Capin, Angel pulled out his revolver at his waist and shot him in the head, killing Parker, who was possessed by Moriarty's magical ghost spell.

The Extraordinaire did not reveal the specific potion sequence and extraordinary abilities in Moriarty's divination with Angel, but Angel quickly selected the weakest Extraordinaire in the ghost's scream, and used him as a breakthrough point to solve one of the people in the field.

Only then did Heras realize that there was more than one intruder, and the other was even a strange ghost.

No wonder the danger of one's own spirituality is getting stronger.

The woman who stepped on the frost should be a "witch", he knows these extraordinary abilities, bells and whistles but not very powerful, even with that strange ghost, he is not unable to deal with it, and there is also Katie in the restaurant who has recovered from vertigo, the two have cooperated many times in battle, they can catch turtles in the urn!

Thinking of this, Heras did not laugh angrily, he stretched out his hand to the door of the restaurant, and read out the words made up of ancient Hermes:

"Confinement!"

The entire dining room seemed to sweep through invisible fluctuations, as if beyond the brick walls and wooden doors, there was an extra layer of walls that even spirits and some special abilities could not pass through, and the inside and outside were already separated.

With a revolver in one hand and a soft whip in the other, Katie jumped onto the table in her chair and attacked Angel, who stood on top of the layers of frost, her black hair scattered, like a female ghost in the rising cold.

Several black flames suddenly appeared around her, and an ice spike the thickness of a small arm smashed at Katie's head and face, and Katie was about to raise her gun to aim at the ice spike, when Heras shouted from behind her:

"Watch out for the flames!"

Out of trust in her companion, she stopped attacking, and instead rolled backwards straight down the table, dodging the flames and frost as the dishes crackled.

Angel chased after him with a dagger, waving it condescendingly, and Katie could only respond in embarrassment for a while.

Heras's eyes grew cold, and he opened his mouth to pronounce the next injunction, and as Katie took out the nimble witch, he caught a glimpse of the strange armored ghost floating up from Parker, who had turned into a corpse, and flew towards him as if he had attacked Parker.

He snorted coldly, raised his finger to the front, and read in the ancient Hermetian language:

"Flights are not allowed here."

Wearing a crown, the emperor-like ghost was grabbed from the air by an invisible giant hand and tore to the ground, slowing down suddenly, Heras pulled out a gold-encrusted, pompous revolver, aimed at the tall ghost's head with a pitch-black crown and a mask of the same color, and was about to shoot special bullets that could damage spirits and resentful spirits.

Smack-

Bright yellow flames erupted from the cracks in the ghost's armor, as if they were burning on their own, and the same fire appeared on Angel, who pounced on Katie.

Flame Jump!

In an instant, the two swapped places in the flames ignited by Moriarty, Angel appeared in front of Heras, and the ghost Moriarty pounced on a terrified Katie.

Katie, who was holding a gun and a whip, couldn't dodge, and kept a forward posture to get into the ghost body that switched places with Angel, and was put on a translucent armor, and suddenly felt that her limbs were cold, her joints were stiff, and she was frozen in place, and she couldn't even hold her weapon.

"Bang-"

Heras pulled the trigger, and the gilded revolver aimed at the ghost's head fired a bullet painted with strange patterns, slashing over Angel's head, and the latter's dagger erupted with pitch-black flames and stabbed at him with a speed that was almost invisible.

(End of chapter)