Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 112 The Toolman

　　Tonight at 10:00 p.m. …… Crane glanced at the messenger lady waiting in place, walked over to his desk, spread out a piece of white paper and wrote:

　　”I’ll be on time.

　　”Also, tensions have been running high in Berkland lately, be sure to keep the level of control in check.”

　　After reminding Sharon, Klein folded the letter paper and pulled out a gold coin and a rectangular “diamond” that constantly reflected light from his coat pocket.

　　”This is the ‘Yesterday Revisited’ charm, which allows you to briefly borrow power from your past self.” Klein handed all three items to Renette Tignicole at the same time.

　　One of the blonde, red-eyed heads Renette Tinnicol was carrying opened its mouth and bit everything together, while the remaining three said in turn:

　　”Why ……” “Give ……” “I’m ……”

　　”Sort of part of the payment in advance.” Klein smiled as usual.

　　The reminder from “Magic Mirror” Arodes made him feel the need to be more prepared.

　　Renette Tynecol didn’t ask any more questions, and the four bright-looking heads bobbed up and down in unison for a moment with the help of the hair they were holding.

　　K then stepped into the void and disappeared into the room.

　　Klein glanced out the window at the pattering rain and the already total darkness, took his jacket off and handed it to his valet, Njoni.

　　……

　　9:50 p.m. Jorwood District, a street near the Tassock River.

　　A rented carriage turned into the area and slowly moved forward in the overcast rain common to the fall and winter months in Berkland.

　　In the carriage, Emlyn White, bowler hat in hand, looked across the street with bright red eyes at the young man with pale face and slightly disheveled hair, and said with a slight hook of his mouth:

　　”This is it?”

　　Maric, whose figure had a rather fluttering feel, nodded, and pointing to a street-front house with a store diagonally ahead, said:

　　”Right.

　　”That’s a bookstore, and the owner’s name is Charlie Lake, a pure-blooded Ruin, though he traveled to the southern continent once in his youth in hopes of striking it rich, where he became a member of the Rose School, a follower of the ‘Bound God,’ and was sent back to Berklund to gather information, and to providing assistance to members of the Rose School who were on other missions, we had our eyes on him for a long time at first, wanting to make a move to settle him and cut off the transmission of intelligence from the Rose School to create a better environment for ourselves to survive in, but in the end, we held back.”

　　Emlyn held a smile and said:

　　”It has been proven that patience many times does yield better results.

　　”Heh, frankly, you’re not acting quite like the temperance ‘grudge’ I thought you’d be stingy with your words.”

　　Maric glanced across at the vampire who was supposedly already a viscount:

　　”Different people have different personalities, and moderation is simply controlling desires that exceed limits.

　　”In this matter, if I don’t explain it so clearly, I’ll worry that you won’t understand and affect the final result, and in that case, a desire like ‘moderation’ is more than the limit it should be.”

　　Heh, although it’s very philosophical, there’s no need to use me as an example …… Emlyn leaned against the compartment wall with a leisurely posture and looked at the other party and said:

　　”Continuing from earlier.”

　　Maric looked out the window again:

　　”In Charlie Lake’s house, there is a maid from the Pas Valley, which is also a member of the Rose School.

　　”In addition, the two houses diagonally across the street from Lake’s bookstore are inhabited by a widow, and an alcoholic man, who belong to the followers of the ‘Bound God’, and will pass on information for the School of the Rose at critical moments.

　　”What you need to do is to covertly monitor these three people while we deal with Charlie Lake, and through the transmission of information, lock down the head of the Rose School in Bakerland.

　　”Of course, we’ll be sure to give Charlie Lake some opportunity to call for help or send a signal.”

　　Emlyn nodded slightly:

　　”I see.”

　　He whirled around and glanced sideways at the sky, which was full of overcast clouds with no red moon in sight, and turned the ring with the ethereal blue gemstone that he wore on the ring finger of his left hand.

　　This was the “Rose Oath” ring, which allowed Count Mistral to share his senses of sight, hearing, and smell.

　　The ring turned around and returned to Emlyn’s hand, but of course, it was only temporary.

　　In this way, the words that Maric said just now, Earl Mistral had already heard them and shared them with the other Blood participants.

　　Emlin originally thought that although he was only responsible for the center of the liaison, can not play an important role, but at least can show the “Crimson Scholar” originated from the ability of some of the class spells, in front of the “spiteful soul” Maric very bit of passing the message, who knows, he did not have to do anything, wearing the ring to arrive at the But he didn’t have to do anything. He just put on the ring and arrived at the scene.

　　This made him very frustrated, feeling that he was purely a tool.

　　Less than a demigod, many things do not even have the qualifications to participate directly, let alone save the community……. At this moment, Emlin had some impulses in his heart, feeling that his own level is not worthy of his own identity in the dark, and can not take up the responsibility that should be borne.

　　As for the “Rose Oath” will make the two wearers of the thoughts of the mind from time to time appear in each other’s minds, Emlin is not worried, he asked in advance, “Justice” Ms. hypnosis, so that he will not think about tonight should not be the top of the blood tribe know those things. He had asked Ms. Justice to hypnotize him in advance so that he wouldn’t think about things that shouldn’t be known by the Blood hierarchy tonight.

　　Just as he sighed, a voice belonging to Count Mistral suddenly resounded in his head:

　　”Arrogant, childish, naive ……”

　　This, this is the “Oath of the Rose” has randomly transmitted some of Count Mistral’s thoughts over …… hehe …… Emlin snorted in his heart and began to silently recite a name over and over again. :

　　”Ernest Boyar …… Ernest Boyar ……”

　　This Viscount was the one who was miserably hypnotized under the protection of Count Mistral and went to the Harvest Church to volunteer for a long time!

　　At this point, Marich looked at Emlyn’s expression and nodded:

　　”Your attitude now is even more reassuring to me.”

　　It was serious, solemn, and focused.

　　Huh? Emlyn was first stunned, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said:

　　”Thank you.”

　　……

　　The second floor of that bookstore was the home of Charlie Lake, a businessman who was over 50 years old, whose parents had died long ago, who had never married himself, and who was rumored to have several illegitimate children, none of whom lived with him.

　　After instructing the footman and maid to check that the doors and windows of the house were locked, he returned to his bedroom, poured a glass of red wine, sat down on the couch, and savored it in a rather relaxed manner.

　　It was his habit to have a glass of wine before going to bed.

　　When the red wine was at the bottom, Charlie Lake stood up and walked to the washroom.

　　When he passed the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he casually glanced at it, and his body suddenly froze.

　　In the mirror, his face had at some point become unusually pale, his eyes were extremely bulging, leaving bright red blood at the edges, and the corners of his mouth were tinged with a dark red.

　　As a member of the Rose School, Charlie Lake was not unfamiliar with such a situation, and without screaming or running around like an ordinary person, he directly raised his right hand and reached for his chest.

　　He had just touched the piece of jewelry he was wearing, and his body was like falling into an ice cave that never melted, from the inside out, a gloomy cold.

　　This coldness had the power of life, rapidly expanding and occupying every corner of Charlie Lake’s body, giving him the feeling that his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him, and he began to obey the orders of others.

　　At this moment, it was as if there was an extra person inside of him, cold and vague, full of malice, taking over everything directly outside of his mind.

　　Charlie Lake meanwhile saw a new change in himself in the mirror, two more figures within his eyes, both young men in white shirts and black vests.

　　With the aid of that one touch of the right hand that had snatched him, a bright glow flared up in front of him.

　　This radiance seems to originate from a shrinking “sun”, throwing light and heat to the surroundings.

　　Charlie Lake immediately felt the warmth, no longer controlled by the coldness in his body, and spat out a word in a slightly slurred voice:

　　”Purification!”

　　The miniature “sun” in front of his chest became hotter and hotter, and the light was like warm water, surging inward and causing ripples.

　　Charlie Lake then regained control of his body, immediately abandoned the doorway, stomping to the window.

　　The curtains had not yet been drawn, and outside the rain was falling lightly, and the streetlamps were glowing in a haze.

　　Stomp!

　　Charlie Lake passed the carpeted coffee table sofa area when he stumbled suddenly and nearly fell.

　　The carpet seemed to come to life, wrapping itself around his ankles!

　　Bang!

　　The coffee table flew up, along with the bone china teacups and various papers on it, and slapped Charlie Lake directly in the face, sending him in tatters and turning him into a dismembered and peculiar puppet.

　　A moment later, Charlie Lake’s figure protruded to the other side, and with residual afterthought in his mind he continued to run wildly.

　　He had never hated his bedroom so much as he did now.

　　Stomping!

　　In the midst of the fountain pens shooting about and the papers flying about, Charlie Lake finally ran to the window.

　　Being a devout believer, he did not break the window at once, but took hold of the curtain and pulled it with a brush.

　　At the same time, he pressed his other hand against the gas pipe.

　　A layer of white frost instantly condensed out of the surface of the iron-black metal.

　　With a click, the glass window in front of Charlie Lake shattered on its own, and each shard, like a bullet, shot out and slapped the businessman in the face, plunging him without a single piece of intact skin, and plunging him into an explosive spurt of blood at the base of his neck.

　　Charlie Lake’s eyes darkened, and he fell backward helplessly; there were screams and yells in the process, but the sound never reached the room.

　　At that moment, a certain maid in the other room, obviously a native of the Southern Continent, saw a wavering in the glow of the gas wall lamp.

　　She immediately turned her head and looked to where her “employer” was, only to see that the gas pipes there were covered with white frost.

　　In a house across the street from Charlie Lake, a man with a rosy nose, who was drinking with his sleeves rolled up, suddenly noticed that the curtains were only half closed.

　　In the code he and Charlie Lake had agreed upon, curtains drawn all the way and all the way open meant there was no problem, and only one side drawn only halfway meant there was an emergency and someone up there had to be notified immediately.

　　He sprang to his feet.