On the other side of St. Hirland Square, Emlyn White, who stood on the edge to enjoy the performance of street musicians, suddenly looked up and looked at a bird flying not far away.

Then, he raised his hand to press the top hat on his head, buried his head slightly, and walked quickly to the center of the square, approaching the fountain.

During this process, Emlyn's figure flashed repeatedly, completely blending into the passing crowd.

However, this could not shake off Earl Mistral's lock.

The silver-haired blood count turned the sapphire ring on his left ring finger again, and said calmly, "Attention."

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At the entrance of St. Hirland Square, Ernes Boyar became more and more energetic, knowing that something was coming, and it finally arrived.

As expected, Emlyn still chose St. Hirland Square...Ounes cast his eyes out of the window again, watching the pedestrians on the road, the trackless public carriages that were about to cross, the ordinary newsboys selling newspapers and the surrounding houses, Elegant windows of a shop.

He didn't believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding there, because there were more and better places in St. Hirland Square, but he thought that there should be vigilance.

Suddenly, he moved his body and moved forward slightly, almost leaving his seat.

The carriage he was riding in stopped without warning!

Immediately afterwards, the horses pulling the cart raised their front hooves, struggled frantically as if they were having a nightmare, and overturned the carriage to the ground.

During this process, Ernes Boyar actually had enough space, time and ability to help the coachman control the mad horse, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent and vague wolf-like ghost rush in from the window , throwing to herself a rose contained in her body.

a rose!

Just as Ernes Boyar's eyes enlarged, the carriage was already overturned.

He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let an illusory and unreal black shackle protrude from the void, entwining the wolf-shaped ghost!

With a puff, the wolf-shaped ghost collapsed without struggling.

But Ernes Boyar stood there in a daze after he stood firmly on his feet, motionless, his eyes dazed.

He has entered a deep sleep.

In the trolleybus that passed by him, a young man with black hair and blue eyes was wearing a thin windbreaker, sitting with his back to the middle of the road, intently flipping through a notebook with a hard cover and a patina color.

Around him, other passengers were reading newspapers, talking to each other, or looking outside to see that the horses that had run out of control quickly returned to normal.

With a swipe, the dark-haired, blue-eyed man turned over another page of the notebook in his hand.

The trackless stagecoach moved on, gradually moving away.

Place Saint-Herran, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.

When Ernes Boyar appeared in front of the ghost wolf with a rose in his arms, Mistral with pale silver hair and scarlet eyes took his gaze away from Emlyn White, and the darkness behind him filled the air. Out, countless tiny bats are flying inside.

Bribery... The blood earl had just uttered a word silently, and then "saw" the overturned carriage, "heard" the roar of the horses, and "smelled" various smells. Where is the source of accidents and confusion.

At this moment, his "vision" dimmed, his "eyes" seemed to lose the ability to perceive light, and the noisy sound in his "ears" stopped!

Count Mistral secretly let out a "heh", and was about to merge with the countless bats behind him, descending and reorganizing next to Ernes Boyar.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light jumped out of the dark "vision".

This light swelled rapidly and became brighter and brighter, and a golden figure with twelve pairs of jet-black wings walked out of it! JrNovels.com