Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 55: First music
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While the opposite Resentful Soul disappeared, Emlyn White withdrew his gaze, untied the thin line of the document bag in his hand, and extracted the information inside.
After reading a copy, Emlyn has roughly grasped the whereabouts of Ounes Boya:
The blood race viscount ’s usual activities are not regular, either at home, or visiting exhibitions, or tasting wine at out-of-city estates, or accompanying female partners to visit several major department stores, or asking some girls to model and paint like normal Rich people.
However, Ounes recently went to St George District every other day to supervise the renovation of the furniture factory it invested in and tried to get it back to use as soon as possible.
As a result, the life of this blood race viscount is repeated. Every other day, the event venue repeats, the route along the route repeats, and the lunch location repeats at noon.
Emlyn raised his hand and pressed forehead on both sides, and carefully extracted three scenes suitable for hands-on use from the data:
One is inside or at the door of the furniture factory established by Ounes Boya; the second is the Saint Thiran square where he will stop for meals and feed birds; the third is the Beckland bridge—unless the other party is willing to go a long way Home to St George District will definitely pass here.
The three places all meet the requirements of crowdedness, but Beckland There are too few entrances and exits of the bridge, and the two ends of the bridge can only be left by jumping the river, which is a fool's choice ... Saint Thiran The square belongs Saint Thiran Cathedral, yes Church of Steam in Beckland , And even the whole Ruen The center of the Second Holy See, meets Mister Hanged Man The proposal can effectively control the degree of possible conflicts and interfere with the aftermath divination And investigation ... Emlyn There is a tendency in my heart gradually.
Once there is a tendency, the soul will unconsciously search for more reasons, Emlyn is no doubt the same. The more he thinks, the more he feels that Saint Thiran square can meet almost all the requirements:
First of all, Ounes will stay there for a short time and have lunch in a Sivallas-style restaurant-this blood race viscount was born in Sivallas County;
Secondly, there are a number of horse-drawn carriage stations, there are people coming and going, with the middle and low floors as the main body, and accidents often occur;
Once again, from there, if the bridge is not Beckland, it will enter the bridge southern district, not so far away from Church of Harvest;
Finally, at noon 12, Church of Saint Thiran will spray steam, turn the lever, ring the big bell, no one ’s attention will not be attracted.
Here it is ... Emlyn soon made a decision, raised his right hand, and sorted out the bow tie. The red pupils was full of expectations.
At this moment, he suddenly frowned, realizing something was wrong:
The Saint Thiran Plaza is simply too hands-on!
Suitable to meet almost every condition!
Will Ounes beware of my revenge? How can he keep himself in this environment for a long time? Even if he is too stupid to think, will Earl not remind him? The corners of Emlyn's mouth curled up a little, and I already understood why:
Saint Thiran square is the action place circled by blood race high-level "for him"!
Oh ... Emlyn laughed, but didn't put down the corner of his mouth.
He decided to apply to Mister Fool for a meeting of a few members today, and invited Mister Hanged Man to discuss the detailed action plan!
This is different from the previously finalized framework. It needs to be specific to every detail and take into account every problem!
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11:45, St George District, Saint Thiran Square.
A restaurant third floor located in the northwest corner of the square, inside a private room.
A figure stood in front of the window, holding a glass of scarlet blood, and looked at the fountain and the crowd coming and going not far away.
He is tall and thin, wearing an evening gown to attend the banquet. His pale silver hair and bright red eyes make for a slightly more enchanting beauty, and there is always a less obvious smile in the corner of his mouth.
"Sir Earl, is there really no problem? Emlyn is different from before. This can be seen from the hunt for Primordial Moon believers." A middle-aged man wearing a dark formal suit was slightly worried He went to the window and asked.
The man known as Earl turned his gaze to the edge of the square to listen to the Emlyn White on the street violin, laughed:
"Our preparations can handle even one half God, not to mention this little guy who has not yet become a Viscount?
"And, we do n’t want to really do something, the only purpose is to identify and identify, which is much simpler than preventing some people from escaping."
While speaking, the man with light hair and red eyes slightly raised his right hand and turned the ring worn on the ring finger of his left hand.
The ring uses silver as a ring and is set with a bizarre gemstone in a faint blue color.
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On a carriage heading for the Saint Thiran square, Ounes Boya put his right hand on his left hand, and naturally turned the ring inlaid with sapphire worn by his ring finger.
His gaze looked casually out of the window, and saw a railless public carriage slowly approaching from a distance, a newspaper boy in his early 160s carrying a crossbody bag, selling along the street, many bicycles replaced the common last year The horse-drawn carriage passed through the crowds of St George District.
Here, there are far more people wearing light blue or gray-blue worker costumes and caps than formal top hat.
Ounes withdrew his gaze and secretly yelled, not afraid of what might happen next, even looking forward to it.
He feels that he is sufficiently prepared:
The "Oath of Roses" worn on the left hand allows Messe Tral Earl in the distance to share his vision, hearing and smell to ensure that no matter what happens, the ultimate goal can be achieved;
The silver pocket watch placed in the inside pocket is "Moon paperman", which can replace him to take a fatal injury or directly attack mental body, so that he will not suffer serious damage or death in a short time;
Wearing "alcoholic nemesis" diamond collar pin can help him keep energetic and clear-headed, and improve his resistance to spells in the field of wisdom body;
The belt around the waist is called "moonlight ribbon", which can effectively reduce the damage of Sun and "lightning".
These savings from magical item or Ounes, or the gift from Messe Traral Earl, make Ounes a "goal" that is difficult to quickly solve and control.
In addition to the natural resistance of blood race viscount to Nightmare, Ounes has almost no weaknesses. Even in the face of half God, as long as the other party does not reveal Legendary Creature Form, it can support a while.
The only problem is that these negative effects of magical item are not so easy to bear ... Ounes face muscle twitched slightly, and quickly calmed down:
The "Rose of Oath" ring will occasionally let his thoughts appear in the mind of Messe Traral Earl, and if it is worn for a week and has not been removed, then the two parties with the ring are likely to fall in love, regardless of gender and Race;
"Moon paperman" is a one-time item, which has almost no negative effects and only makes people slightly chilly;
The problem with the "alcohol nemesis" collar pin is that it will continue to damage the liver and brain. If it is worn for too long, it is likely to lose certain thinking and logic skills, so you must take it every half an hour. Next quarter hour;
Once the "moonlight ribbon" is attached, various senses will become more sensitive, and it is easy to see things that should not be seen, hear sounds that should not be heard, and at the same time, the wearer will intermittently wear itch.
I hope that they will not be timid and do not drag on ... Ounes Boya looks at his own state again, and turns his implied expectation to the entrance of the Saint Thiran square not far away.
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On the other side of the Saint Thiran square, Emlyn White standing on the edge to enjoy the performance of street musicians suddenly looked up and looked at a bird flying from not far away.
Next, he raised his hand and pressed the top hat above his head, slightly buried his head, and quickly walked to the center of the square and approached the fountain.
In the process, Emlyn's figure flickered, completely mixed into the crowd.
However, this can't get rid of the Messe Tall Earl lock.
The light silver-haired blood race Earl turned the sapphire ring on the ring finger of his left hand again, calmly speaking:
"Attention."
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At the entrance of Saint Thiran Square, Ounes Boya became more and more energetic, knowing that things were coming, and finally came.
Emlyn really chose the Saint Thiran square ... Ounes once again looked out the window, pedestrians on the looks at road, the railless public carriage to be interlaced, ordinary newspaper boys holding newspapers and elegant windows in surrounding houses and shops.
He does n’t believe that Emlyn ’s possible associates are hiding inside, because there are more suitable and better locations in the Saint Thiran square, but he thinks there should be some vigilance.
Suddenly, he moved slightly forward, almost leaving his seat.
The carriage he was riding on stopped without warning!
Next, the horse pulling the cart seemed to have a nightmare, raising its front hooves, struggling frantically, and tipping the carriage to the ground.
In the process, Ounes Boya actually has enough space, time and ability to help the driver to control the mad horse, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent and fuzzy wolf ghost rushing in from the window, Threw a rose contained in him.
A rose!
Ounes Boya and pupils have just been enlarged, and the carriage has been dumped.
He quickly jumped out of the car from the other side, and let an unreal and unreal black shackle protrude from the void, entwining the wolf-shaped ghost!
Puff, the wolf-shaped ghost collapsed directly without struggling.
While Ounes Boya stood firm, he stood staring there, motionless, eyes loose.
He has fallen asleep.
In the trackless public carriage passing by him, a young man with a black haired and blue eyed wearing a thin windbreaker sat back to the center of the road, reading intently through a hard cover of patina notebook.
His surroundings, other passengers either read newspapers, talked to each other, or looked out, and saw that the out-of-control horses quickly returned to normal.
By brushing the floor, the black haired and blue eyed man turned the notebook in his hand again.
The trackless public carriage continues to move forward, gradually away.