He suspected that this was a temptation aimed at Patrick Bryan, through a ritual temptation directed at an angel!

�The range of the angelic response to the ritual is the whole world.

Well, as long as there is no doubt that there is something wrong with the artificial god of death, after all, they have inherited a large amount of inheritance from the ancient Balam Empire. Who knows if there is any way to influence the process of the goddess mastering the "uniqueness" of the "god of death" path, so that both parties Nothing will benefit... Klein analyzed for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief.

As for the temptation of the death angel, he doesn't think it's a big problem, because the "fool" can also mobilize power close to this level to interfere in the form of "angel's embrace", as long as the person named Hytel The chief priest did not come directly, but exerted influence from a distance, and he could cleverly mislead.

Having figured this out, Klein shook his wrist, causing Patrick Bryan's letter to ignite a crimson flame. He returned to the desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote: "...you can follow the Do what your teacher ordered, but before the actual ceremony, you must report to me and get my permission..."

Because the reply interval was very short, Patrick Bryan probably hadn't left his original location. Klein didn't summon the other party's courier, blew the adventurer harmonica, and handed the folded letter to Reinette Tinekerr.

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In the sparse light rain, Xio was wearing a simple sap raincoat, hiding in a dark corner, staring at the side door of Viscount Stratford's house.

At this time, it was not evening yet, but the gas street lamps had been turned on one after another, emitting circles of hazy halos in the rain.

After a while, a taxi came from a distance and stopped in front of the remote side door.

The Viscount's servant who was hiding in a sheltered place jumped out immediately and opened an umbrella.

He protected the cloaked woman who got off the carriage, and quickly passed the side door, while the rental carriage stopped in place and did not leave, as if it had collected enough money.

Xio still couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but she was not depressed at all, and waited patiently in the cold rain, as if she had turned into a statue, motionless.

She planned to wait until the other party came out, try to track him down, and confirm his identity.

This is not only her chance to get the "judge" potion formula, but also related to her purpose of coming to Backlund - to investigate the truth of her father's death!

It is precisely because of this motivation that Xio persisted in monitoring Viscount Stratford until today. Other intelligence personnel of MI9 had already ended the mission on their own when nothing happened in the previous few months. Even the man in the golden mask who gave this commission at the beginning didn't ask about it for many weeks, and he obviously didn't care about it.

In Viscount Stratford's bedroom, a delicate and beautiful brown-haired girl in a silk nightgown sat in front of the dresser, fiddling with skin care products and cosmetics as if she had found a treasure.

The middle-aged Viscount Stratford, wearing a men's nightgown, walked behind the beautiful girl with wet hair, smiled and said to her in the mirror: "Snowman, you don't need them to add extra to you." brilliance."

"It's just a female instinct." The girl named Xueman raised her hand with a smile, and reversely held the palm of the Viscount's hand on her shoulder.

Viscount Stratford smiled softly: "When you are playing with them, you have a feeling of innocence and purity, hehe, you let me regain my youth, just like returning to when I was seventeen or eighteen years old."

Without waiting for Xueman to respond, he said to himself: "My wife has passed away for several years, I thought I would live like this until I was called by the Lord, but I met you. After a while, the pressure that Backlund accumulated With release, I will find an opportunity to walk into the temple of marriage with you."

"Marriage... you want to marry me?" Xueman froze for a moment, then asked back in disbelief.

Viscount Stratford smiled and said: "Meeting you is a gift from the Lord. Although your background is not noble enough, I have already been married once, so I don't need to pay too much attention to this aspect. Of course, I will find a way Improve your status, um, first find a businessman and ask him to recognize you as an illegitimate daughter..."

He babbled about his plan, and saw that the eyes of Xueman in the mirror were gradually covered with mist.

"The most valuable thing about you is that I treat you well, and you will treat me several times and ten times, and you will not hide it at all." Viscount Stratford lowered his head with a smile, and kissed the top of Sherman's head .

Xueman opened her mouth, seeming to be crying, but also laughing.

Until the light rain stopped and night fell, Xio finally waited until the woman in the dark red cloak came out and boarded the carriage.

After memorizing the characteristics of the carriage, Xiu wandered away, relying on the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" and the conditions of the wet and deserted streets at night, to track the target by walking and running.

All the way from the Queens District to the Backlund Bridge area, when Xixiu's physical strength was almost unbearable, the carriage finally stopped.

Xio regained his energy, changed his target from the carriage to the woman in the dark red cloak, and continued to follow. JrNovels.com