Several of the "Mechanical Hearts" looked at their captains suspiciously, when they had previously made plans with Isenger Stanton, Iconser had promised not to try to hold the unofficial Extraordinary accountable for this incident, but why......

"I'm not going to arrest her, but we need to know who the other person is, so that there are no other problems, and even endangering everyone."

The deacon explained in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the silver mirror, examining the image on it.

After a brief pause, the silver mirror plunges the carriage into darkness, and the light from the window seems to be blocked by an invisible curtain.

Then, the surface of the silver mirror revealed a white arm, apparently belonging to a woman, with a silver chain tied around her wrist with a yellow crystal with a slight crack, and a coin-sized "Dark Emblem" engraved with the Crimson Moon.

In the angle of the picture shown by Arodus, the yellow crystal is in the main position, obscuring the emblem that made several "mechanical hearts" suddenly realize.

Then, in the center of the Ruhn-style building, a huge church with multiple spires, elegant vaults, and a towering bell tower appears in the center of the silver mirror, and above the stained glass reflecting the sunlight, is a deep black background, dotted with bright stars, and surrounded by a large emblem of half of the crimson moon.

Several members of the Heart of the Machine immediately recognized that this was the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night in the diocese of Beckland, St. Samuel's Church.

"Your own people?"

A young team member asked, confused.

Obviously, Arrodus's "answer" indicates that the young woman, Erin Watson, has a close relationship with the Night Goddess Church, and may be similar to the relationship between the "Machine Heart" and Issinger Stanton, or even deeper, simply a member of the "Night Watchman".

The Nightwatcher and the Machine Heart, each belonging to a different church, are certainly not truly "their own people", but they are even less likely to be enemies, especially when faced with a target like the "Apostle of Desire".

In any case, based on the information provided by Arodes so far, it would be rude to check it on his side.

Thinking of this, several of the Mechanical Hearts cast sympathetic glances at the captain, who was looking at the words on the surface of the silver mirror with a solemn face, and the word "punishment" was as red as blood, clearly visible in the dimly lit carriage.

"Does the man you like like you just as much?"

Restored, the seal is suddenly "back to normal"!

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Ikanse's forehead, his body stiffened, and his eyes quickly looked at the other members of the team in the carriage, some of these mechanical hearts observed the receding street scene outside the window, and some studied the palm prints on their palms, but without exception, the afterglow glanced at him.

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"Boom—"

There was a thunderclap outside the window, low and distant.

"Is it going to rain?"

Delia, the red-haired assistant, looked out the window, and there was not much sunlight on the first floor of the poorly lit house, so it was impossible to judge the weather outside.

"No, the direction of the thunder isn't the sky, it could be from another neighborhood," Isinger, who had recovered a little, picked up the pipe he had thrown away during the battle, lit it himself with a match, and replied in the curling smoke, "Back to the question, given the current situation, I agree with the suggestion of the mechanical heart, that it is better for everyone to stay here for a while, to be protected by them, and to help each other from being broken by each other." ”

"The two of us have no opinion, and we've been staying for two days anyway, and it's the same for a few more days."

Female detective Kaslana took the lead in saying that after seeing the demonized "Apostle of Desire", she no longer had a fluke mentality, if she met this guy outside, she and her assistant might not even have a chance to call for help.

Isinger turned his gaze to the other duo, Sherlock's trench coat had been soiled from the battle and had been taken off and hung aside, and he stood next to Miss Erin Watson, who had been sitting on the couch in silence after fighting the "Apostle of Desire", with his head bowed, his bare hands and neck glowing with an abnormal reddish.

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce you to this extraordinary," he said with a slight smile as he looked at Sherlock with a look of concern, "Miss Erin Watson is a powerful extraordinaire that a friend of mine has asked for help, and she should have seen her strength just now. She has been hiding in the vicinity in order to make the 'Apostle of Desire' misjudge our combat effectiveness and take the initiative to step into the trap. ”

Angel nodded, agreeing with Eisinger Stanton's explanation.

She lowered her head at this time, completely because the various desires in her body that had been detonated by the "Apostle of Desire" had filled all parts of her body, and the words of others, the contact of her eyes, and even the accidental touch of her fingers when she took the coffee handed by Sherlock just now would make all kinds of strange thoughts appear in her mind.

Even though she had taken off the "Ring of Madness" before the battle and disguised herself as "Irene" only through the extraordinary characteristics of the "Faceling", the various lusts that had been accumulated for a long time did not disappear when the negative effects stopped, and the "Apostle of Desire" was keenly aware of this, and most of the effects of the "mental shock" caused by the demonized horns were directed at her.

If it hadn't been for the fact that guy found out about the "mechanical heart" that had arrived and left immediately to protect himself, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to do it at all in that case......

Angel thought to herself, feeling her heart beating faster, and she interrupted Issinger's introduction and asked softly:

"Mr. Stanton, is there a room upstairs where you can rest?"

Isinger, who was shaking his pipe, was stunned for a moment, and immediately said:

"Of course, the detectives have been resting on the second floor of my house for the past two days, well, the innermost bedroom on the east side has not been used before, you can stay there for the time being......"

He looked at Sherlock, who understood, nodded and said:

"I'll take her up."

Turning no support from Sherlock, Angel walked briskly out of the living room, through the hallway, to the stairs leading to the second floor, followed by the young detective. It wasn't until he was far away from the living room, and couldn't hear the discussion of the remaining three, that Sherlock asked in a low voice:

"Are you alright? Was it just hurt? ”

"The spiritual impact of the 'Apostle of Desire' just now had a little impact on me, just rest for a while."

Angel replied quickly, and in the quiet stairwell, she realized that her voice had involuntarily carried a hint of temptation, which made her mind think of the "witches of pleasure" she had seen before, and the various "methods" they displayed, and the allure of language was the most important one, and then ......

Forcibly shaking off the strange thoughts in her mind, she lowered her voice and said:

"You have to be careful, Isenger Stanton is supposed to be the 'Eye of Wisdom', and although he looks a little different, his ring is exactly the same as the Eye of Wisdom used at the party."

"I saw it too, and besides, he probably recognized me...... Are you really okay? ”

Sherlock replied with a frown, the two of them had already made their way up the stairs to the second floor, and Angel stumbled as she stepped down the hallway, nearly tripping herself to the ground.

"It's okay, rest...... Just a night's rest......"

After asking Sherlock to point out the location of the room, Angel once again declined the other party's accompaniment, quickly came to the east side of the hallway, opened the door and dodged in, locking the door behind her.

She didn't even have time to climb onto the single bed, gasping for breath, and knelt directly on the carpet by the door, covering her mouth, trying not to make strange noises.

Since just now, she has been trying to use the pleasure witch's ability to control her body, adjust her emotions, and release her long-suppressed desires. But unlike previous attempts, this time, the long-accumulated lust cannot be eliminated through subtle adjustments.

Of course, she already knew the solution, but she couldn't let go of her weak self-esteem and didn't have the courage to try.

With an expression on her face that couldn't tell whether she was laughing or crying, Angel collapsed on the carpet, completely giving up her control over her body and suppressing her emotions, letting the "joy" that has never stopped since her promotion to "joy", and even the gradually rising desire flowed freely throughout her body.

Staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling, what came to her mind was a figure that had only been together for two months, but was extremely profound, and constantly haunted her memory.

"Klein ......"

From her tightly pursed lips, a name with a trilling voice was squeezed.

……

Across the door, a hand about to knock on the door hung in midair.

(End of chapter)