Lord of the Mysteries v5c55

Chapter 55, Movement 1
When the "grudge" disappeared across the street, Emlin White took his eyes back, unraveled the details of the bag in his hand, and pulled out the information inside.
By the end of each reading, Emlin had roughly grasped Ernest Boyar's trajectory:
The Viscount of blood had no regular activities, either at home, visiting exhibitions, tasting wine at the manor outside the city, visiting several major department stores with his female companions, or drawing models with some girls, like a normal rich man.
Erected, Ernest recently visited St. George every other day to supervise the renovation of his own furniture factory in an attempt to get it back to use as soon as possible.
In this way, the life of the Viscount of the Clan is repeated, every other day, the venue of the activity is repeated, along the route is repeated, and the place for lunch is repeated.
Emlin raised his hand and pressed his forehead on both sides, and earnestly extracted three scenes suitable for operation from the data:
One is the interior or or doorway of Ernest Boyar's furniture factory; the other is St. Hillland Square, where he stops for meals and feeds birds on his way home; and the third is the Beckland Bridge, where he must pass from home to St George's unless he wants to go a long way.
All three places meet the requirements of crowds and disorder, but there are too few entrances and exits for the Beckland Bridge, so it's a fool's choice to jump out of the river at both ends of the bridge. St. Hillland Square belongs to St. The Hill Holy and the whole of Roon. The Second Holy See, in line with the proposal of Mr. inverted hanger, can effectively control the extent of possible conflicts and interfere with subsequent divination and Investigation . Emlin had a tendency in his mind.
Once there is a tendency, the creatures will unconsciously seek more reasons, and Emlin undoubtedly does the same. The more he wants to think, the more he feels that St. Hillland Square can meet almost all the requirements:
First, Ernest will stay there for a short time and have lunch in a West Villas Restaurant - the blood Viscount was born in West Villas County.
Secondly, there are a number of stations with tramcars, people come and go, mainly in the middle and lower levels, often accidentally occurring;
Thirdly, from there, if you don't cross the Beckland Bridge, you will enter the southern part of the Bridge, not so far away from the Harvest Church.
Finally, at 12:00 noon, St. Hillland Church will blow steam, turn levers and ring bells. No one's attention will be attracted.
Here it is... Emlin soon made up his mind, raised his right hand, tidied his bow tie, and his red eyes were full of expectations.
At that moment, he suddenly frowned and noticed something wrong:
St. Hillland Square is a perfect place to start!
Suitable for almost every condition is satisfied!
Ernest will not be wary of my revenge? How could he keep himself in this environment for a long time? Even if he was too foolish to think of it, would the counts not remind him? Emlin's mouth turned up a little, and he understood Why:
St. Hillland Square is the place of action delineated for him by the high-level blood clan.
Ah... Emlin laughed, but the corners of his mouth were not lowered.
He decided to apply to Mr. Fool for a meeting of several members today, and invited Mr. Hanger to discuss the detailed plan of action.
This is different from the previous frameworks, which need to be specific to every detail and take into account every problem!
...
Eleven forty-five, St. George's, St. Hillland Square.
A restaurant in the northwest corner of the square is on the third floor, in a box.
A figure stood in front of the window, holding a goblet of scarlet liquid, looking leisurely at the fountain and the people coming and going not far away.
He was tall and thin, wearing a dinner dress for the banquet. His silver light hair and bright red eyes matched a slightly gorgeous beauty, and his mouth was always grinning with a slightly less obvious smile.
"Your Excellency, is there really nothing wrong with it? Emlin is not the same as before, as can be seen from the hunting of "primitive moon" believers. A middle-aged man in a dark suit approached the window with slight apprehension and Asked.
The man, known as the Earl, turned his eyes to the edge of the square and listened to Amlin White, who was playing the street violin, laughing and laughing.
"We are prepared to deal with even a demigod, not to mention this little fellow who has not yet become a viscount?
"Moreover, we don't really want to do anything, the only purpose is to identify and identify, which is much simpler than stopping some people from fleeing."
As he spoke, the man with pale hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly and turned the ring on his left ring finger.
The ring was made of silver and was inlaid with a strange blue gemstone.
...
In a carriage heading for St. Hillland Square, Ernest Boyar put his right hand on his left hand and naturally turned the ring with the sapphire inlaid on his ring finger.
Looking out of the window at random, he saw a trackless public carriage coming slowly from a distance, a newspaper boy in his early 160's backpack, peddling along the street, and a large number of bicycles, instead of the carriages that were still common last year, shuttling through the crowds of people coming and going in St. George's District.
Here, more people wear light blue or gray blue worker's clothes and caps than formal hats.
Ernest took his eyes back and gave himself a quiet hey. He was not afraid of what might happen next. He even had some expectations.
He felt that he was well prepared:
The "Rose Oath" on his left hand allows Count Mistral in the distance to share his vision, hearing and smell, ensuring that whatever happens, the ultimate goal can be achieved.
In the inner pocket with the silver pocket watch is the "Moon Paper Man", which can take the place of a fatal injury or a direct attack on the psychosomatic, so that he will not suffer serious injury or death in a short time.
The diamond neckpin worn by Alcoholics can help him keep energetic and clear-headed, and improve his resistance to psychosomatic magic.
The belt around the waist is called "moonlight ribbon", which can effectively reduce the damage of "sun" and "lightning".
These magical objects, either from Ernest's savings or from Count Mistral's gift, made Ernest a "goal" that was difficult to solve and control quickly.
Coupled with the natural resistance of the blood Viscount to the nightmare effect, Ernest now has almost no weakness, even in the face of demigods, as long as the other side does not reveal the mythical biological form, it can support for a while.
The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical things are not so well tolerated... Ernest's facial muscles twitched slightly and soon recovered.
From time to time, the Rose Oath ring would bring his thoughts to Count Mistral's mind. If he wore it for a week without taking it off, the two sides with the ring would probably fall in love, regardless of gender or race.
"Moon Paper Man" is a disposable item, which has almost no negative impact, only slightly chills the human body.
The problem with the "alcoholic nemesis" pin is that it will sustain damage to the liver and brain. If it is worn for too long, it is likely to lose some thinking and logical ability. Therefore, every half hour of wearing it must take a quarter of an hour.
Once the moonlight ribbon is fastened, all kinds of senses will become more sensitive. It is easy to see things that should not be seen and hear sounds that should not be heard. Meanwhile, the wearer will itch intermittently.
I hope they don't be timid and don't drag on... Ernest Boyar took another look at his own state and looked with implicit anticipation at the entrance to St. Hillland Square not far away.
...
On the other side of St. Hillland Square, Emlin White, standing on the edge and enjoying the performance of street musicians, suddenly looked up at a bird flying from a distance.
Then he put his hand on the top hat and buried his head slightly. He walked quickly to the center of the square and approached the fountain.
In the process, Emlin's figure glittered in and out of the crowd.
However, this can't get rid of Count Mistral's lock-in.
Again, the pale silver-haired blood count turned the sapphire ring on his left ring finger and calmly opened his mouth.
"Attention."
...
At the entrance to St. Hillland Square, Ernest Boyar became more and more spiritual, knowing that things were coming and finally arriving.
Emlin actually chose St. Hillland Square... Ernest once again looked out of the window, warily at the pedestrians on the road, the staggering trolley-bus, the ordinary Newsboy with the newspaper hawking, and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and shops.
He did not believe that Emlin's possible associates were hiding in it, because St. Hillland Square had more and better places to start, but he believed that there was still a need for vigilance.
Suddenly, he moved forward slightly and almost got out of his seat.
His carriage stopped without warning!
Then the horses pulled the cart like they had a nightmare. They raised their front feet, struggled wildly and overturned the carriage to the ground.
In the process, Ernest Boyar had enough space, time and ability to help the driver control the mad horse, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent and vague wolf spirit rush in from the window and throw a rose inside him.
A rose!
Ernest Boyar's eyes had just been enlarged and the carriage was toppled.
He jumped out of the carriage on the other side and let a black shackle of illusion and unreality stretch out of the void, entwining the wolf-shaped ghost!
With a pop, the wolf-shaped ghost collapsed without struggle.
Ernest Boyar, however, stood there, motionless and his eyes diffused.
He was already in deep sleep.
Inside the trackless coach passing by him, a bright-eyed young man, wearing a thin windbreaker, sat with his back to the middle of the road, and focused on turning over a hard-coated bronze-green notebook.
Around him, other passengers read newspapers, talked to each other, or looked out, and saw the runaway horses quickly return to normal.
Brushing the floor, the man with blue hair turned over another page of his notebook.
The trackless coach continued to move away.