Part 5 The Red Priestess Chapter 57 Interlude
After dropping everything but his clothes, Ernest Boyar froze, completely awake.
What was I doing? What have I done? The blood viscount finally remembered what had been deliberately forgotten before, remembered those clear turquoise eyes.
Mental suggestion, no, hypnosis …… Ernest Boyar looked from side to side with half indignation and half uncontrollable emotion of fear, and instinctively reexamined his situation.
His eyes then fell upon the hill-like figure, and saw Father Utravski with his thin and light eyebrows.
In an instant, a hundred and one of Ernest Boyar’s various thoughts collided with each other, and a strong idea quickly burst forth.
Without resistance, he cried out directly out of his mouth:
”I will come here and volunteer for a month!”
–Emlin’s encounter had long been rumored in the circle of bloods in Birkeland, and Ernest Boyar was known to Father Utravski for a long time, knowing that even if he resisted, he would not be able to escape the fate of a volunteer, so it would be better to do the right thing and surrender voluntarily, choosing the conditions that were more favorable to himself.
At least not to be implied, can not be converted to the “mother goddess of the earth” …… Ones just flashed such a thought, just noticed that the priest Utravsky hand, carrying a horse lamp, in which there is a wrapped in the human skin, protruding lumps of strange candle.
As the candlelight shone eerily, Ernest’s pupils dilated once again, and only one thought existed within his mind, echoing endlessly:
Psychic suggestion again ……
At this moment, he felt the shadows within him as thick as they were.
”Good.” Father Utravski nodded, agreeing to Ernest Boyar’s request.
Emlyn held back a smile mixed with smugness and pleasure as he looked at the various items he had just caught, like a farmer who had gotten a good harvest.
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Inside a certain booth on the third floor of a Severus-style restaurant in St. Sylvan’s Square, the light dimmed steeply and a large shadow appeared.
A tiny bat flew out of the blackness and quickly gathered together.
Smoke leapt up, and Count Mistral with pale silver hair and scarlet eyes appeared in the place where the bats had originally gathered, and everything around him then returned to normal.
His servant, the middle-aged man in dark formal attire immediately stepped forward, saluted and asked:
”Your Excellency the Earl, are we dining now?”
He couldn’t tell from the count’s face whether things had gone well or hard, whether the end result was a success or a failure, but he didn’t dare to inquire.
Mistral nodded gently and said:
”Yes.”
With a calm face, he walked to the table and took off the ethereal sapphire ring as he sat down without losing any semblance of poise, as if he had just gone out to feed the pigeons.
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”This has a strong and peculiar flavor, but it’s not bad ……” Inside the box next to Count Mistral’s, Klein, who had a plain face on top, was enjoying and evaluating a delicacy extremely in the style of Severus – -Sheep Stomach Hash.
Although this disciplinary action was a collaborative attempt by several members of the Tarot Club, and did not require the intervention of the World or even Mr. Fool, Klein was considering the fact that Ms. Justice and Mr. Moon were not involved in this action. But Klein, considering that Ms. Justice and Emlyn “Moon” were either inexperienced or inexperienced, came quietly to the neighborhood as a last resort.
He let the secret puppet pray to the “Fool” at the dining table, while he himself entered the exclusive lavatory of the box and went above the gray fog, expanding his view to the entire square and the surrounding area with the help of the corresponding points of light.
At the same time, he always held the “Scepter of Poseidon”, ready to stop the lightning from the sky if he found something wrong.
However, in the end, he did nothing, and the whole thing went more smoothly than he expected:
The battle-experienced “Star” Leonard, needless to say, the first time to participate in this kind of thing “Justice” Miss also showed more than his imagination, not at all nervous, no signs of panic!
It is also true that a “viewer” path sequence 6, in terms of controlling their own emotions, certainly better than the vast majority of different paths of the middle and low serializers, even if there is really any uneasiness, before the start of the action, can rely on the extraordinary ability to solve …… Klein unnoticeably nodded his head, continue to taste other food down and continued to savor other delicacies.
Outside the window, in St. Hiland Square, the sounds of flutes, violins, accordions, and seven-stringed organs either intermingled or overlapped, and drifted away in a leisurely manner.
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On St. Hiland Square, a hired carriage slowly rounded the edge.
Leonard Mitchell, who was preparing to return to the north bank of Birkeland Bridge, glanced at the doves in the center of the square and suddenly lowered his voice:
”Old man, do you think this operation will work out in the end?”
After dragging Ernest Boyar into the dream world, he left the scene while flipping through “Lemanno’s Travel Notes” and stimulating “Angel’s Embrace”, and took a carriage, not knowing whether the subsequent development was smooth.
Inside his mind, Palles Zoroaster replied without humor:
”In the Fourth Age, there is this proverb: ‘Trust in the might of the gods.'”
Does this mean that since this matter has the tacit approval of Mr. Fool, it will definitely succeed? However, the old man still does not know enough about the Tarot Club ah, “Mr. Fool” most of the time just witnessed, there is no so-called acquiescence …… Leonard mumbled a couple of words in his heart, digressing from the topic and said:
”Why does this proverb feel unfinished?”
–He didn’t tell Palles Zoroaster about the specifics of the Tarot Society, but only mentioned them in general and relayed the ones that Mr. Fool had agreed to.
Palles said with a “Hey”:
”Indeed, there’s the second half of the sentence, ‘Don’t trust the kindness of the k’s’.”
Believe in the power of the gods, do not believe in the mercy of the k’s …… Leonard wordlessly repeated a few times, and looked down at the notebook in his hand with a hard cover of copper green color.
He then whispered rather emotionally:
”This is really comparable to a ‘1’ grade seal, and the way to neutralize the negative effects is also very simple.”
Before this operation, considering that the “Moon” realm also had a portion of dark authority, and that the extraordinary people of this pathway would have a stronger resistance to nightmare-type effects at a certain level, Leonard had wanted to borrow the “Creeping Hunger” from “The World” Klein Moretti directly, and then he said: “This is really comparable to a ‘1’ level seal, and the negative effects can be resolved easily. “Creeping hunger” to use, but in the subsequent discussion, the “magician” lady mentioned the characteristics of this “Lemanor travel notes”, so that he had a better choice.
Therefore, he was responsible for the use of “Angel’s Embrace”, borrowed “Creeping Hunger” from Klein for three hours, and recorded several useful extraordinary abilities, including “Bribery – Weakening”. “.
”It’s an Abrahams thing.” Palles Zoroaster said with a vague, somewhat exclamatory sigh.
Leonard, who had known this for a long time, nodded imperceptibly and turned to ask:
”Old man, that magical item I mentioned before, do you have a way to diminish or control the negative effects?”
”Can that be called a magical item? That’s something that has to be sealed!” Palles first lectured Leonard before saying, “Didn’t you say that it has the characteristic of being alive? That’s relatively easy to fix.”
Leonard relaxed and redirected his gaze out the window, admiring St. Hiland’s Cathedral, which was partially characterized as being very close to a factory.
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St. Samuel’s Church is located in the northern district of Pacefield Street, “Ruane Charity Scholarship Fund” door.
Audrey, who had changed her clothes and looked like a normal young girl, stepped out of the carriage.
-She has already in advance prepared the hotel room in the disguise of the newsboy, and that room is Emlyn booked, and has nothing to do with her.
A few people were passing by the door of the Rouen Charitable Scholarship Fund, but Audrey passed by without a care.
No one looked at her, as if she lived in another world.
Audrey walked briskly through the lobby, up to the second floor, and toward her own board of trustees’ office, and everyone she met along the way seemed to be playing along, pretending not to see her, and not wondering what a strange girl was doing here.
At the door of the office, Audrey was about to open the door and enter, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice inside:
”Miss Audrey, this is the total amount of donations you collected this week ……”
The corner of Audrey’s mouth couldn’t help but turn up slightly as she lightly pushed the door of the room that was only half-hidden and walked in.
Inside the office, a staff member was holding a stack of documents, showing them to the one behind the desk.
The one behind the desk was a large golden-haired dog with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging from its neck.
It sat on the seat belonging to the councilor, casually flipping through the documents, and said to the staff member:
”No problem.”
The staff member then retrieved the documents and smiled at the big golden-haired dog:
”Then I’ll go out, Ms. Audrey.”
Behind her, Audrey stifled her laughter and walked to the group of sofas next to her and sat down, quietly watching her leave without disturbing the big blonde dog as she read the other documents.
Suzie read the various materials carefully, fearing that she might have a problem with her role-playing and affect things for Audrey.
After a while, she suddenly glanced from side to side in some confusion:
”Audrey, are you back?”
”How did you find out?” Audrey stood up from the sofa and appeared in Suzy’s eyes.
She had communicated with Suzy specifically for this operation, letting her work at the “Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund” in her place, and then, leading this big golden-haired dog, she hypnotized those staff members who would come into contact with her during the day in turn, letting them treat Suzy as Audrey.
As for possible visitors, she told the staff that they would not be guests until the afternoon.
And the signal for the lifting of this hypnosis was the ringing of the church bell at 2:00 PM.
Upon seeing Audrey, Susie jumped from her seat and said helplessly:
”It’s already almost two o’clock.”
Also …… Audrey mentally made a face at herself, rushed into her resting room, changed into her own clothes, and burned off her previous disguise using her ability to manipulate flames with “Lies”.
Returning to her office and taking her place, she relaxed completely, clasping her hands together and pressing them lightly against her lips.
Frankly, she had been nervous, but had managed to “calm” herself before and after the operation without making any mistakes.
In retrospect, it had been fun, and it had been good to work out how to make it up to the people who had been affected …… Audrey, well done! On the face of the beautiful blonde girl, the smile bloomed a little bit and gradually brightened.
After this incident, she found her “hypnotist” magic potion and digested a lot, and, also determined a thing, that is, “the hand of fear” this magical item comes with “bribery – charm The “Bribe – Seduce” ability that comes with the “Hand of Fear” magic item is a perfect match for her “Hypnotize” ability!
Well, I also learned that Mr. Moon’s name is Emlyn White …… He didn’t try to hide it from me, because he had to tell me or he wouldn’t be able to accomplish his goal …… Hmmmmm, or give the name of the church, but that’s just as well. The name of the church would be fine, but it would reveal his identity …… I was still a little tense, and I was too rigid in my hypnosis to use such direct words as “first hypnosis” …… Audrey “soothed” his slightly agitated emotions, carefully examined the entire process of today’s action, hoping to learn from the experience and lessons.
Dang! Dang!
The bell at St. Samuel’s Church chimed, signaling the arrival of 2:00 pm.
”Inside 22 Pacefield Street, where the Ruane Charitable Scholarship Fund is located, several staff members heard the bell and felt a slight tremor in their bodies, but then continued to busy themselves as if nothing had happened.
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When! When!
At the sound of the church bells, Crane, who had changed back into the form of Dawn Dantes, once again walked out onto the large balcony of 160 Birklund Street and looked out over the situation at the Macht’s house.
At that moment, a carriage passed the entrance of his residence and drove to the other end of the street.
Horrifically, Crane’s intuitive premonition was touched, and a picture came into his mind:
A gray mouse was lying on the window of the carriage, leisurely looking at the scenery of the street.