Mahms picked up a golden nail covered with fine patterns, and said in silence for a few seconds.

"Who is that good at teleportation?

"It's not like Gehrman Sparrow...Sharon hired another helper?"

"Maybe." Zatwin coughed twice, and said with a pale and blue face, "I think we still have to find a way to pray to the mother tree, which should give us some enlightenment."

Mahmus nodded lightly, and pierced the golden nail in his palm to his mouth, piercing through his upper and lower lips.

Seeing this, Zatvin covered his mouth, got up slowly, and went down to the first floor with some difficulty, preparing to leave here and return to his hiding place.

On the first floor, he saw the dark environment and the shining candlelight, and the smell of food floated from various places and permeated the air - the houses in the nearby streets were all rowed, and the ground floor facing the street belonged to shops, and the houses of the Rose School of thought On the surface, this contact point is a restaurant, which focuses on the characteristics of the Southern Continent.

Because he was seriously injured in the previous action, Zatwin didn't want to stay in the state of evil spirit all the time, which is a big burden for him now, so he had to walk towards the door step by step after changing into the black clergyman's robe .

Just then, a customer came in at the door of the restaurant.

The customer had a black suit, black trousers and black leather shoes, a pair of black eyes and a thin face.

He had a broad forehead, a monocle and a tall top hat, and his eyes flicked randomly, falling on Zatwin.

Glancing at the black glove on Zatvin's left palm, the corner of the customer's mouth was slightly drawn, and he shook his head with a smile, as if he was a little disappointed.

Then, he entered the dining room, brushing past Zatwin, who returned with a malicious stare.

Zatwin didn't pay much attention, and walked outside, onto the street.

In the light of gas street lamps, and the cool night breeze blowing over, the demigod of the Rose School of thought suddenly shuddered.

Zatvin knew that this was a sign of inspiration, and his heart tightened. He quickly looked down at his hands, and was surprised to find that the black glove on his left palm was gone!

gone!

As a half-god and half-human existence, Zatwin didn't know when the sealed item he was wearing disappeared!

He turned around suddenly, looked into the restaurant, and the image of the man just now appeared in his mind.

Soon, he locked on to the target's aura, found that the target was still in the restaurant, and even greeted the waiter to ask for a menu.

Zatwin originally wanted to "mirror flash" directly and possess him, but for some reason, his hands trembled involuntarily, and he vaguely felt that there were dangerous, terrifying and hard-to-find enemies hiding around him one after another!

Thoughts flashed by like lightning, Zatvin subconsciously stepped sideways to the end of the street, as if nothing had happened just now.

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Jorwood District, inside a house.

Forsi was flipping through the latest issue of "Lady's Aesthetics", when she suddenly heard the sound of a key being twisted and the door opening.

"It's so late today?" She looked up at Xio at the door.

Xio rubbed her short blond hair and said

"When I was about to come back, I saw the meeting sign of MI9, so I was in a hurry."

"What's going on this time?" Forsi put down the magazine in her hand with great interest.

"The continuation of the murder case of Mr. X last time." Xio said casually while bending over to put on the slippers at home. JrNovels.com