Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 56 The Second Movement
St. Hiland Square, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.
When Ernest Boyar saw the phantom wolf “carrying” a rose in front of his eyes, Mistral, with his silver hair and scarlet eyes, immediately withdrew his gaze from Emlyn White, and darkness spread behind him, with countless tiny bats flying inside.
Bribery …… The blood count just whispered a word to himself, and then he “saw” the overturned carriage, “heard” the neighing of the horses, and “smelled” various odors. heard” horses neighing, “smelled” various odors, but for a moment could not find where the source of the accident and chaos was.
At that moment, his “vision” was darkened, his “eyes” seemed to lose the ability to perceive light, and the noisy sounds in his “ears” were discontinued!
Earl Mistral let out a cry of surprise, and was about to merge with the countless bats behind him, descending to reorganize himself next to Ernest Boyar.
Suddenly, a tiny bit of light jumped out of the dark “vision”.
This bit of light expanded rapidly, becoming brighter and brighter, and from it emerged a golden figure with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings on its back!
Those pairs of wings opened one after another, covering Mistral’s “field of vision”, on which light and darkness intertwined, forming one mysterious and complex symbol after another. They were indistinguishable from the golden figure, both sacred and corrupt, light and dark.
Angels! Mistral’s pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn’t help but take a step back, interrupting his earlier thoughts.
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Ernest Boyar awoke quickly and dazedly to the sight of eyes as clear as jewels as clear as a lake, and felt a newspaper handed to him and tucked into his palm.
A little ripple swept up within those turquoise eyes, circling the depths in vortex after vortex, as if to draw the soul of the witness into it.
Ernest Boyar was instantly immersed within, unable to remove his eyes any longer.
Then a soft, fluttering feminine voice rang in his ears:
”Take the paper and follow Emlyn White ……
”Take the paper and follow Emlyn White ……”
The voice cascaded and echoed in Ernest Boyar’s ears, burrowed into his brain, and dived into his heart.
Ernest Boyar nodded his head in a confused stupor, only to realize that there were more words to follow, but he couldn’t hear them clearly.
The paperboy with the newspaper in his satchel quickly turned his body and moved swiftly through the bicycles, blending in with the crowd.
”He has a clean-cut face, his hair hanging down in a messy fashion, covering his eyebrows, and as he walks, he removes the black muslin glove he has been wearing on his left hand for some time and folds it into the satchel containing the newspaper.
As the wind blew, “his” clothing shrank, revealing a bulge at arm’s length.
A few seconds later, Ernest Boyar jumped back as if to avoid something.
Not good! I’m being affected by a nightmare-type ability! As soon as he stood on his feet, his pupils dilated somewhat, and he looked around vigilantly to guard against the upcoming attack.
Although Ernest Boyar was filled with disbelief that he had been dragged into the dream world so easily, he was clear that this was not the time to count the details, the next step was the focus, and he absolutely could not be distracted.
Ding!
Several bicycles drew closer, alerting the gentleman standing in the middle of the road with the sound of their bells to avoid them.
Ernest Boyar’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at them, his muscles poised under his shirt.
The bikes went around him from the side, and pedestrians coming and going either hurried away or slowed down and pointed.
Dang! Dang! When!
Twelve bells in a row rang out, white steam spewed from the root chimney at the top of St. Hiland’s Church, and hymns of praise echoed inside and out, accompanied by the turning of huge gears and levers.
Above the square, everyone stopped in their tracks, either praying with their eyes closed or listening quietly at this holy moment, whether or not they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery, except for the white doves that were being fed, which simultaneously lifted their wings and dashed into mid-air.
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When! When! When!
Bell ringing, no one activity, the restaurant box Count Mistral also expression is quite stoic stood there, motionless.
His “vision” had been restored, but all he saw were the workers wearing gray and light blue clothes and bicycles of the same style, other than that, he found nothing, and Ernest Boyar was not injured at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the hands of that Blood Viscount that there was something wrong with that newsboy just now, but he didn’t try to chase after him.
It was obvious that the ability that had just been utilized with the help of the Angelic Bit was by no means a low to medium Sequencer, which meant that the power behind Emlyn White had at least one demigod hidden nearby, and Mistral believed that once he struck out, he was bound to be blocked, or even attacked.
When he was in a position where he could be easily discovered and the other party did not know where he was hiding, Mistral, the Blood Earl, believed that this was not a good thing, and that forcing him to chase after him would only lead to big problems.
Moreover, for the Blood Clan, this was just a test, if the power behind Emlyn sent out a demigod, then through Ones Boyar’s self-protection, he would stall that powerful person, thus allowing Mistral to rely on the “Oath of the Rose” to confirm the identity of the assailant– they didn’t intend to have a fierce conflict over this. They didn’t intend to break out into a fierce conflict, and in their plan, the most Mistral could do was to stop the other party, so that Ernest Boyar wouldn’t be harmed.
In this situation now, the initiative was no longer with them, and if they forced a chase, the odds were that there would be a demigod battle, and in Berkland, around St. Sylvan’s Church, that was something that was tantamount to suicide.
In addition, for Mistral, since the other party’s demigods didn’t even come down in person, but only did a secondary assist, it would be a loss of decency and an insult to the Blood Count’s honor to make a direct move and chase after them themselves.
Humph! I would like to see what will happen next! The muscles of Mistral’s face twitched slightly, and once again, he turned the ethereal sapphire ring he wore on his left hand.
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Twelve times after the great bell had chimed, Emlyn stepped once more, around the fountain, and in a flurry of falling doves, to the entrance at the other end of St. Sylvan’s Square.
He then saw Ernest Boyar, with his back slightly arched, not daring to move half a step, the tipped-over carriage, the bored horses with their tails thrown back, and the driver with a pained look on his face.
Emlyn walked over, took his money clip from his pocket, drew a hundred pounds in cash, and handed it to the coachman, saying:
”This is for your compensation.”
”Huh?” The coachman was bewildered and surprised.
The rented carriage didn’t belong to him, he was just an ordinary hired man, and when the horses were frightened and allowed the carriage to be damaged, he was first briefly heartbroken, then his mind was dominated by panic and despair.
According to the so-called contract and the similar things he had seen over the years, it was his responsibility and required him to make compensation, which with his income and family situation would mean bankruptcy!
Within that short period of time just now, all kinds of thoughts flooded in the coachman’s mind, mainly divided into three categories, one is to blackmail the stunned gentleman in front of him, so that he can make compensation, to avoid the disintegration of his own family because of this, and his children will have to enter the black factory to labor at a young age, the second is to immediately take the horse to the gang members, to sell it, and then return to their homes, with their wives and children out of Bechand, the third is to arrange for their families to move out of the the place now rented, and go himself to the owner of the carriage to plead for the return of the horse in installments, preferring to go to jail rather than pay a penny in compensation if the other party did not agree.
Now the sudden £100 in cash hit the coachman hard, making his head spin and he didn’t know what to say.
One hundred pounds was enough to buy a new hired carriage, and, well, there was plenty left over!
Emlyn didn’t bother to look at the coachman and looked over at Ernest:
”It’s all right.”
Aren’t you the biggest problem? How can you call it fine when you’ve come over here? Ernest bellyached while turning the ethereal sapphire ring he wore on his left hand.
For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlyn White and even approach the other.
Emlyn glanced at it, suddenly turned around, and quickly stepped into an alley.
Ernest subconsciously stepped away and followed close behind, keeping the paper in his hand.
The two Bloods, one running and the other chasing, were both extremely fast, but didn’t dare to show anything different from the norm.
Count Mistral after the two bloods ran far away, out of the range of his own spiritual sensibility, only through the “Rose Oath” ring connection with each other, not panicked in the back.
Emlin sometimes circled around, sometimes cut in diagonally, and sometimes returned to the place he passed through from another road, making it impossible for people to guess where his destination was, while Ones was like a bull that saw the red flag, how could he refuse to give up, and kept following closely behind.
Unconsciously, the two Bloods arrived at the Moonflower Street in the southern district of the bridge.
At this time, Emlyn suddenly increased his speed, not afraid of being discovered like dragging out a shadow, rushed into the Harvest Church.
Ernest did the same.
Not good! The distant Count Mistral was just about to descend over and stop the follow-up, when Ouness’s figure had already disappeared in front of the entrance of the Harvest Church.
Ka-ching!
The stone tiles under Mistral’s feet shattered at once.
After entering the church, Ouness’s heart steeped in clarity, and he instantly saw that at the very front of the rows of seats, a silhouette dressed in brown clerical clothes stood up as if it were a mountain peak.
At the same time, the entire church became extremely heavy and solid, seemingly connected to the earth as one!
Ernest’s mind buzzed for a moment, and another voice echoed:
”Upon awakening from the first hypnosis, smash the items on your body at Emlyn White.”
Brush, brush, brush! Ernest unbuckled his belt, threw out his lapel pin, and slammed item after item across the room at Emlyn White, which even included the silver pocket watch and the money clip full of bills.
Snap!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground, wrestling out a cardboard card wedged inside.
On that card was a drawing of a goddess of justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and scales.
Tarot cards, “Justice” cards.