Part 5 the red priests chapter 55 the first movement
Waiting for the opposite side of the “ghost” to disappear, Emlyn White withdrew his gaze, untied the thin threads of the document bag in his hand, and drew out the information inside.
After reading through the documents one by one, Emlin had already roughly grasped the trajectory of Ernest Boyar’s whereabouts:
This Blood Viscount usually had little regularity in his activities, either at home, or visiting exhibitions, or going to an out-of-town manor to sip wine, or accompanying his female companion to shop at a few major department stores, or asking certain ladies to model and paint, like a normal rich man.
However, Ernest had been going to the St. George district every other day lately, overseeing the furniture factory he had invested in to do remodeling in an attempt to get it back into service as soon as possible.
This resulted in a repetitive life for the blood viscount, with a repetitive place of activity, a repetitive route along the way, and a repetitive midday meal location every other day.
Emlyn raised a hand and pressed the corners of his forehead on either side, carefully extracting from the information the three main scenarios suitable for hands-on work:
One, the interior or entrance to the furniture factory run by Ernest Boyar; two, St. Hiland’s Square, where he would stop for a meal to feed the birds on his way home; and three, the Bécquerade Bridge-which the other party would inevitably pass through on his way from his home to the St. George’s district unless he was willing to take a very long detour.
These three places, all of which meet the requirements of crowded and messy, but the Birkeland Bridge access is too little, being guarded at both ends of the only way out is to jump into the river, belonging to the stupid choice …… St. Hiland Square belongs to the Cathedral of St. Hiland, is the Church of Steam in the Birkeland, and even the whole of the Ruin’s center, the second Church, meet the The proposal of Mr. “Hanging Man” can effectively control the extent of the possible conflict and interfere with the divination and investigation after the incident …… Emlin gradually had a tendency in his mind.
And once inclined, the creature unconsciously searches for more reasons, as Emlyn undoubtedly did, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that St. Hilairen Square would satisfy almost all the requirements:
First of all, Ernest would stop there for a not-so-short period of time to have lunch at a Severus-flavored restaurant – the Blood Viscount had been born in Severus County;
Secondly, there was a collection of multiple railed carriage stops there, with people coming and going, mainly from the lower and middle classes, and frequent accidents;
Again, that from there, if one did not cross the Birkeland Bridge, one would enter the southern quarter of the bridge, not so far removed from the Harvest Church;
Lastly, at twelve noon sharp, St. Hiland’s Church puffs steam, turns levers, and tolls a great bell, and there is no one whose attention will not be attracted to it.
This is the place …… Emlyn quickly made up his mind, raised his right hand, straightened his bow tie, and his red eyes were full of expectation.
It was at this moment that he suddenly frowned, sensing something was wrong:
St. Sylvan’s Square was simply too suitable for hands-on work!
So suitable that nearly every condition is fulfilled!
Would Ernest not be on the lookout for my revenge? Why would he allow himself to stay in such an environment for so long? Even if he was too stupid to think of it, would the counts not have warned him? The corners of Emlyn’s mouth curled up a little, already understanding why:
St. Hilary Square was the place of action that the blood tribe’s senior management had circled “for him”!
Heh …… Emlin laughed, the corner of his mouth did not drop.
He decided to apply to Mr. “Fool” for a meeting of several members today, and invited Mr. “Hangman” to discuss the detailed plan of action!
This is not the same as the previously finalized framework, need to be specific to every detail, consider every issue!
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11:45 a.m., St. George’s, St. Hilairen Square.
On the third floor of a restaurant located at the northwest corner of the square, inside a certain private room.
A silhouette stood in front of the window, holding a cup of scarlet-red liquid like blood, leisurely gazing at the fountain and the crowds coming and going not far away.
He was tall and thin, dressed in the evening gown for the banquet, his light-colored hair that was on the silver side paired with his bright red eyes to create a slightly demonic and handsome appearance, and there was always a not-so-obvious smile at the corner of his mouth.
”Your Excellency the Count, is there really nothing that can go wrong? Emlyn is not the same as before, as evidenced by the hunting of the ‘Primal Moon’ believers.” A middle-aged man in dark formal attire walked over to the window in a slightly worried manner and opened his mouth to ask.
The man known as the Count turned his gaze to Emlyn White, who was listening to the street violin playing at the edge of the square, and laughed:
”Our preparations can even deal with a demigod, let alone this little guy who hasn’t even become a viscount yet.
”Besides, we don’t really want to do anything, the only purpose is to determine and identify, which is much simpler than stopping some people from escaping.”
As he spoke, the man with light colored hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly and turned the ring he wore on the ring finger of his left hand.
That ring was ringed in silver and set with a strange gemstone of an ethereal blue color.
……
In a carriage heading towards St. Hiland’s Square, Ernest Boyar rested his right hand on his left and naturally turned the ring he wore on his ring finger that was set with an ethereal blue gemstone.
He looked casually out the window and saw a trackless public carriage approaching slowly from the distance, a newspaper boy in his early 160’s with a satchel on his back hawking his wares along the street, and a handful of bicycles replacing the horse-drawn carriages that had been so common last year, weaving through the crowds of people coming and going in St. George’s Quarter.
Here, there were far more people in light blue or gray-blue workmen’s clothes and caps than in formal bowler hats.
Ernest withdrew his gaze and gave a secret heave, not at all daunted by what might happen next, even a little expectant.
He felt adequately prepared:
The Oath of the Rose on his left hand allowed the distant Count Mistral to share his sight, hearing, and smell, ensuring that no matter what happened, the end goal would be achieved;
In his inner pocket, along with his silver pocket watch, is the “Moon Paper Man”, which can take a fatal injury or a direct attack on his mental body in his place, ensuring that he won’t be seriously injured or killed in a short period of time;
He wears a diamond lapel pin called “Alcohol Nemesis”, which helps him to keep his energy level high and his mind clear, and improves his ability to resist spells in the realm of the mind and body;
The belt around his waist is called “Moonlight Ribbon”, which can effectively reduce the damage of “Sun” and “Lightning”.
These magical items, either from Ernest’s savings or bestowed by Count Mistral, made Ernest a “target” that was difficult to be resolved and controlled quickly.
Combined with the Blood Viscount’s natural resistance to nightmarish influences, Ones now has almost no weaknesses, and even against a demigod, as long as the opponent does not reveal his mythological form, he can still hold out for a while.
The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical items are not so good …… Ones face muscles slightly twitching, and quickly calmed down:
The “Oath of the Rose” ring would bring his thoughts into Count Mistral’s mind from time to time, and if it was worn for a week without being removed, it was very likely that the two parties who owned the ring would fall in love, regardless of gender or race;
The “Moon Paper Man” is a disposable item that has little to no negative effects, and only causes a slight chill to the body;
The problem with the “Alcohol Nemesis” lapel pin is that it causes ongoing damage to the liver and brain, and if it is worn for too long, it is likely to lose a certain degree of thinking and logic, so it must be removed every half hour;
Once the “Moonlight Ribbon” is fastened, all senses will become sharper, and it is easy to see things that should not be seen and hear sounds that should not be heard, and at the same time, the wearer will have intermittent itching all over the body.
I hope they will not be timid and will not drag on …… Ernest Boyar examined his own state again, and cast a gaze of implicit expectation toward the entrance of St. Hiland Square not far away.
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On the other side of St. Hiland’s Square, Emlyn White, who was enjoying the street musicians’ performance from the edge of the foothold, suddenly looked up at a small bird that had flown in from a short distance away.
Then, he raised his hand to press his bowler hat on top of his head, buried his head slightly, and walked quickly towards the center of the square, approaching the fountain.
During this process, Emlyn’s figure flashed in succession, completely blending into the crowd of people coming and going.
However, this could not shake off Count Mistral’s lock.
The light silver-haired Blood Count once again turned the ethereal sapphire ring on his left ring finger and spoke calmly:
”Attention.”
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At the entrance to St. Hiland’s Square, Ernest Boyar grew more and more energized, knowing that things were coming, finally.
Emlyn had indeed chosen St. Hiland’s Square after all …… Ernest once again cast his eyes out the window, warily watching the pedestrians on the road, the trackless public carriages about to intersect, the ordinary newsboys hawking newspapers and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and stores.
He did not believe that Emlyn’s possible accomplices were hiding here, for there were more and better spots in St. Hilairean’s Square for striking, but thought that the due vigilance was still necessary.
Suddenly, his body moved, sending him slightly forward and nearly out of his seat.
The carriage he was riding in stopped without warning!
Immediately afterward, the horses pulling the carriage looked like they were having a nightmare, raising their front hooves and struggling frantically to topple the carriage to the ground.
In this process, Ernest Boyar actually had enough space, time, and ability to help the coachman control the maddened horses, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent, blurred wolf-like apparition pounce through the window and throw at himself a rose that was housed inside.
A single rose!
Ernest Boyar’s eyes had just had their dilation when the carriage had tipped over.
He hastily jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let an illusory and unreal black shackle reach out from the void and wrap around the wolf-shaped ghost!
With a poof, the wolf-shaped apparition simply collapsed, without struggling.
While Ones Boyar stood firmly on his feet, he stood there in a daze, motionless, his eyes lax.
He had already entered a deep sleep.
Inside the trackless public carriage that passed beside him, a young man with inked hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin trench coat, sat with his back to the center of the road, intently flipping through a notebook with a hard cover of coppery green color.
Around him, the other passengers were reading newspapers, talking to each other, or looking out to see the runaway horses quickly returning to normal.
With a brush, the ink-haired, blue-eyed man turned another page of the notebook in his hand.
The trackless public carriage continued on its way, gradually moving away.