Lord of the Mysteries v5c56

Chapter 56, Movement 2 (Amendment)
St. Hillland Square, Northwest corner, third floor of restaurant.
When Ernest Boyar saw the ghost wolf with roses in his arms, Mistral, with pale silver eyes and scarlet eyes, took his eyes back from Emlin White, and darkness came out behind him, with countless tiny bats flying inside.
Bribery... As soon as the blood count uttered a word in silence, he "saw" the dumped carriage, "heard" the horse's roar, "smelled" all kinds of smells, but for a moment he could not find the source of the accident and chaos.
At that moment, his "vision" became dark, his "eyes" seemed to lose their ability to sense light, and the noise in his ears stopped.
Count Mistral murmured to himself, "Oh," and was about to merge with countless bats behind him, reassembling next to Ernest Boyar.
Suddenly, in the dark "vision", a little light jumped out.
This light expands rapidly and brightens more and more, from which comes a golden figure with 12 pairs of dark wings on its back! _____________
The pair of wings opened one after another, covering Mistral's "horizon", on which light and shade interlaced, forming one mysterious complex symbol after another. They are both sacred and corrupt, bright and dark, indistinguishable from each other's golden figures.
Angel! Mistral's pupil was slightly enlarged, and he could not help stepping back and interrupting what he had just thought.
...
Ernest Boyar wakes up quickly and confusedly, sees a pair of eyes that are as clear as a gem as a lake, and feels like a newspaper is handed in and stuffed into his palm.
Inside those green eyes, a little ripple rippled up, and in the deep circle after circle of whirlpools, seemingly to attract the soul of the witness.
Ernest Boyar was instantly immersed in it and could no longer move his eyes.
Then a soft, flickering female voice sounded in his ear:
"Hold the newspaper, follow Emlin White...
"Take the newspaper and follow Emlin White..."
This voice echoes in Ernest Boyar's ear, penetrates his brain and penetrates his heart.
Ernest Boyar looked down in perplexity, feeling that there were still some words to follow, but he couldn't hear them clearly.
The Newsboy with the newspaper in his backpack swiftly turned around and moved swiftly through several bicycles into the crowd.
"He" has a beautiful face, hair hanging in disorder, covering his eyebrows, while walking the left hand does not know when to wear the black gauze gloves removed, folded into the newspaper bag.
As the wind blew, his clothes shrank, showing a bulge in the position of his arm.
A few seconds later, Ernest Boyar jumped back abruptly, seemingly avoiding something.
Not good! I was influenced by nightmare ability! As soon as he got on his feet, his pupils were enlarged and he looked around vigilantly to guard against the coming attack.
Although Ernest Boyar was perplexed by how easily he was dragged into a dream, he knew that this was not a time to worry about details, and that the next thing was the focus and absolutely no distraction.
Ding!
Several bicycles approached and the sound of bells reminded the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid.
Ernest Boyar stared at them with narrow eyes, and the muscles under his clothes were ready to go.
The bicycles bypassed him, and the pedestrians either hurried off or slowed down to give directions.
When! When! When!
Twelve bells rang, white steam gushed from the roots of the chimney at the top of St. Hillland's church, and the hymn of praise reverberated inside and outside with giant gears and levers.
On the square, everyone stopped to pray or listen quietly at this sacred moment. Whether they were followers of the gods of steam and machinery, only the Fed white pigeons flew up and flew into the air.
...
When! When! When!
The bell rang and nobody moved. Count Mistral, who was in the dining-room compartment, stood there quite calmly and motionless.
His vision had been restored, but all he saw were the workers in grey and light blue clothes and the bicycles in the same style. Nothing else was found, and Ernest Boyar was not hurt at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the blood Viscount that the newsboy had a problem, but he did not try to catch up.
Obviously, the ability to use angelic personality just now does not belong to the middle or low order. That is to say, there is at least one demigod hidden in the vicinity behind Emlin White. Mistral believes that once he makes a move, he will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.
When he was in an easy-to-find position and the other party did not know where he was hiding, Mistral, the blood count, thought that this was not a good thing and that forced pursuit would only lead to big problems.
Moreover, for the blood group, this is only a tentative test. If the forces behind Emlin are demigods, they will drag the strong man through Ernest Boyar's self-protection, so that Mistral can rely on the "Rose Oath" to confirm the identity of the attacker - they are not planning to break out a fierce conflict and are drafting it. In the plan, at most Mistral would stop the other side, so that Ernest Boyar would not be hurt.
In this case, the initiative is no longer on them. If they are forced to catch up, there will probably be semi-divine warfare. In Beckland, around St. Hillland's Church, it is a suicide.
In addition, for Mistral, since the demigods of the other side did not come to an end in person, but did a supplement, it was disgraceful to start and pursue directly, and insulted the reputation of the blood count.
Hum! I'll see what happens next. Mistral's facial muscles twitched slightly, turning again to the sapphire ring worn by his left hand.
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After twelve bells rang, Emlin took another step around the fountain and came to the entrance at the other end of St. Hillland Square in the fallen white pigeons.
Then he saw Ernest Boyar, with his back slightly bowed, not daring to move half a step. He saw the toppled carriage, the boring tail-flicking horse, and the driver with a painful face.
Emlin went over, took out his wallet from his arms, drew 100 pounds of cash and handed it to the coachman.
"This is your compensation."
"Ah?" The coachman was blank and surprised.
The taxi did not belong to him. He was just an ordinary employee. When the horse was frightened and the carriage was damaged, he was temporarily distressed and then dominated by panic and despair.
According to the so-called contract and the similar things he has seen over the years, it belongs to his responsibility to compensate him, and with his income and family situation, it means bankruptcy!
In the short period of time just now, all kinds of ideas have arisen in the driver's mind. They are mainly divided into three categories. One is to blackmail a scared gentleman and let him make compensation so as to avoid the disintegration of his family. The child will work in a black factory at an early age. The other is to immediately take the horse to find members of the gang and sell it. Then he returned home, took his wife and children away from Beckland, and arranged for his family to move out of the place they were renting. He went to the owner of the carriage to plead with him for repayment in stages. If the other party disagreed, he would rather go to prison than pay a penny.
Now, the sudden 100 pounds of cash poured into the driver's heart, making him dizzy and wondering what to say.
100 pounds is enough to buy a new taxi, and there's still a lot left!
Emlin did not go to see the driver and looked at Ernest.
"It's all right."
Aren't you the biggest problem? You're all here. How can you call it okay? Ernest turned to the sapphire ring on his left hand as he slandered.
Somehow, he felt he should trust Emlin White and even be close to each other.
Emlin took a glance, turned suddenly and stepped quickly into an alley.
Ernest unconsciously stepped forward, followed by the newspaper in his hand.
The two clans run and chase at a very fast speed, but they dare not show their differences from ordinary people.
Count Mistral left his spiritual realm far away from the two kindreds, and then, with the help of the "Rose Oath" to link the precepts with each other, he did not hurry to tie them back.
Emlin sometimes circled, sometimes slanted, sometimes returned from another road where he had passed, making it impossible to guess where his destination was. Ernest, like a bull with a red flag, would never give up and kept close behind.
Unconsciously, two blood clans came to Rose Flower Street in the south of the bridge.
At this time, Emlin suddenly accelerated and rushed into the harvest church without fear of being spotted.
Ernest did the same.
Not good! The distant Count Mistral had just arrived to stop the follow-up, and Ernest's figure had disappeared at the door of the harvest church.
Crack!
The stone bricks at Mistral's feet crushed.
After entering the church, Ernest suddenly realized that in front of the rows of seats, a figure in a brown clergyman's uniform stood up like a mountain peak.
At the same time, the whole church became extremely thick and strong, and seemed to be integrated with the earth!
Ernest's mind suddenly buzzed and another voice echoed.
"After the first hypnosis wakes up, he smashes his belongings at Emlin White."
Brush, brush, brush! Ernest unfastened his belt, threw out his collar, and smashed items one by one across the street against Emlin White, which even contained the silver pocket watch and a wallet full of money.
Crack!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground and a card was thrown out.
On the card was a fairy goddess sitting in a stone chair with a sword and balance.
Tarot, Justice.