After the Wraith in front of him vanished, Emlyn White retracted his gaze, untied the string on the document bag, and took out the documents inside.
After reading them one by one, Emlyn had a general grasp of Ernes Boyar's whereabouts.
This Sanguine Viscount didn't have a regular schedule. He would either be at home, visiting exhibitions, tasting wine at a manor outside the city, or accompanying a female companion to shop at a few department stores. Or, he would ask a particular lady to be a model. He was like a normal rich person.
However, Ernes had recently been heading to St. George Borough every other day to supervise the renovation of the furniture factory he had invested in, in an attempt to restore it to use as soon as possible.
This way, the Sanguine Viscount's life became repetitive. Every other day, the activity venue, the route, and the place for lunch would be repeated.
Emlyn raised his hands to press his temples as he seriously extracted three scenes that were suitable for him to take action.
The first was inside or at the entrance of the furniture factory that Ernes Boyar ran. The second was Saint Hierländ Square, where he would stop on his way home to have a meal and feed his birds. The third was Baekeland Bridge. Unless he was willing to take a long detour, he would definitely pass through this place on his way to St. George Borough.
These three places meet the requirements of having a lot of people, but there are too few entrances and exits to Baekeland Bridge. With both ends guarded, the only way to leave is by jumping into the river. It's an idiotic choice … Saint Hierländ Square belongs to Saint Hierländ Cathedral. It's the center of the Church of Steam in Baekeland, as well as all of Rouen. It's the second Vatican. It matches Mr. The Hanging Man's suggestion. It can effectively control the degree of conflict that might happen and interfere with divination and investigations afterward … Emlyn gradually had an inclination.
And once he had an inclination, a living being would subconsciously seek out more reasons. Emlyn was no doubt the same. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Saint Hierländ Square could satisfy almost all the requirements.
First, Ernes would stay there for quite some time and enjoy lunch at a restaurant with Sivellaus cuisine. This Sanguine Viscount was born in Sivellaus County.
Secondly, there were many stations for carriages. People came and went, mostly in the lower and middle classes. It was common for accidents to happen.
Thirdly, from there, if one didn't pass Baekeland Bridge, they would enter the area south of the bridge. It wasn't that far from the Harvest Church.
Finally, at noon sharp, Saint Hierländ Cathedral would spew out steam, turn its lever, and ring its bell. No one's attention wouldn't be attracted.
This is it … Emlyn quickly made up his mind. He raised his right hand and adjusted his bow tie, his red eyes filled with anticipation.
At this moment, he suddenly frowned and noticed that something was wrong.
Saint Hierländ Square was perfect for fighting!
It was so suitable that almost every condition was met!
Will Ernes be wary of my revenge? How could he let himself stay in such an environment for long? Even if he was too stupid to think of it, wouldn't the counts have warned him? The corners of Emlyn's mouth curled up as he understood the reason.
Saint Hierländ Square was the location that the upper echelons of the Sanguine had designated for him!
Heh … Emlyn chuckled, but the corners of his mouth didn't drop.
He decided to apply to Mr. Fool for a gathering with a few members today and invite Mr. The Hanging Man to discuss a detailed plan of action!
This was different from the previously finalized framework. They needed to be specific to every detail and consider every problem!
…
11: 45 am, Saint George Borough, Saint Hierländ Square.
In a private room on the third floor of a restaurant located in the northwest corner of the square.
A figure stood in front of the window, holding a cup of blood-red liquid as he leisurely looked at the fountain not far away and the crowd that came and went.
He was tall and thin, and he wore an evening suit for a banquet. His silver-colored hair and bright red eyes complemented his slightly bewitching handsomeness. The corners of his mouth were constantly suffused with a faint smile.
"Your Grace, will there really be no problems? Emlyn is no longer the same as before. This can be seen from the hunting of the Primordial Moon believers. "A middle-aged man in a dark suit walked to the window and asked worriedly.
The man who was addressed as Earl cast his gaze at Emlyn White, who was listening to a violin performance on the streets, and chuckled.
"Our preparations can even deal with a demigod, much less a fellow who hasn't even become a Viscount?
"Besides, we don't really wish to do anything. Our only goal is to confirm and identify him. This is much simpler than preventing certain people from escaping."
As he spoke, the man with light-colored hair and bright red eyes raised his right hand slightly and rotated the ring on his left ring finger.
The ring was made of silver, and embedded in it was a strange, ghostly-blue gem.
…
On a carriage that drove towards Saint Hierländ Square, Ernes Boyar placed his right hand over his left and naturally rotated the ring embedded with a ghostly-blue gem on his ring finger.
He casually looked out the window and saw a trackless public carriage slowly approaching from afar. A paperboy in his early 160s carried a sling bag as he hawked his wares along the street. Many bicycles had replaced the carriages that were common last year as they shuttled through the bustling crowds in Saint George Borough.
Here, there were far more people wearing light-blue or grayish-blue worker's clothes and caps than those wearing formal hats.
Ernes retracted his gaze and secretly chuckled. He wasn't afraid of what might happen next. He even felt some anticipation.
He felt that he had made sufficient preparations.
The Oath of Rose he wore on his left hand allowed Earl Mistral to share his vision, hearing, and sense of smell, ensuring that no matter what happened, the final goal would be achieved.
In the inner pocket with the silver pocket watch was the Moon Paper Figurine. It could take a fatal blow or directly target a Soul Body's attack. It ensured that he wouldn't be heavily injured or die for a short period of time.
The Alcohol Nemesis diamond brooch he wore could help him maintain his energy and clarity of mind, raising his resistance against spells in the domain of the Body of Heart and Mind.
The belt around his waist was called the Moonlight Sash. It could effectively reduce the damage dealt by Sun and Lightning.
These mystical items were either from Ernes's savings or bestowed by Earl Mistral. They made Ernes a "target" that was difficult to quickly finish and control.
In addition, a Sanguine Viscount had a natural resistance to Nightmare-type influences. Ernes now had almost no weaknesses. Even against a demigod, as long as the other party didn't reveal his Mythical Creature form, he could still last a while.
The only problem is that the negative effects of these mystical items aren't that easy to withstand … Ernes's facial muscles twitched slightly before he quickly calmed down.
The Oath of Rose ring would occasionally make his thoughts appear in Earl Mistral's mind. And if he wore it for a week without taking it off, it was very likely that the two parties with the matching rings were in love, regardless of gender or race.
The Moon Paper Figurine was a single-use item. It had almost no negative effects and only made the wearer feel a slight chill.
The problem with the Alcohol Nemesis brooch was that it would constantly cause damage to the liver and brain. If it was worn for too long, it was very likely that one would lose a certain level of thinking and logical ability. Therefore, it had to be taken off for fifteen minutes every half an hour.
Once the Moonlight Sash was worn, all the senses would become sharper. It was easy to see things that shouldn't be seen and hear sounds that shouldn't be heard. At the same time, the wearer would feel itchy all over.
I hope they don't cower and drag this on … Ernes Boar observed his condition again and cast his gaze with a tinge of anticipation at the entrance of Saint Hierländ Square not far away.
…
On the other side of Saint Hierländ Square, Emlyn White, who was enjoying the performance of street musicians, suddenly looked up and saw a bird flying over from afar.
Following that, he raised his hand to press down on his top hat, bowed his head slightly, and quickly walked to the middle of the square, approaching the fountain.
During this process, Emlyn's figure flashed as he completely blended into the crowd.
However, this was unable to shake off Earl Mistral's lock on him.
This silver-haired Sanguine Earl spun the ghostly-sapphire ring on his left ring finger again and calmly said, "Be careful."
"Be careful."
…
At the entrance of Saint Hierländ Square, Ernes Boar turned increasingly spirited. He knew that something was about to happen. It had finally happened.
Emlyn has indeed chosen Saint Hierländ Square … Ernes cast his gaze out the window once again, warily watching the pedestrians on the streets, the trackless carriages that were about to cross each other, the ordinary newsboys who were hawking their newspapers, and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and shops.
He didn't believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding here. This was because Saint Hierländ Square had more and better locations to take action. However, he believed that he still needed to be vigilant.
Suddenly, his body moved as he moved slightly forward, nearly leaving his seat.
The carriage he was in had stopped without any warning!
Right on the heels of that, the horse that was pulling the carriage seemed to have had a nightmare. It raised its front hooves and struggled frantically, flipping the carriage to the ground.
During this process, Ernes Boar actually had enough space, time, and strength to help the carriage driver control the crazy horse. However, he didn't do so because he saw a transparent and blurry wolf-like ghost pounce in through the window, throwing a rose that was contained in its body at him.
A rose!
Just as Ernes Boar's eyes widened, the carriage had already toppled.
He hurriedly jumped out of the carriage from the other side and made an illusory black shackle extend out of the void, binding the wolf-like ghost!
With a poof, the wolf-like ghost dissipated without any struggle.
As for Ernes Boar, he stood there in a daze after finding his footing. He was motionless as his eyes glazed over.
He had already fallen into a deep slumber.
Inside the trackless carriage that passed by him, a black-haired, green-eyed young man in a thin trench coat sat with his back facing the middle of the road. He was focused on flipping through a hard-covered, bronze-green notebook.
Around him, the other passengers were either reading the newspapers, chatting with each other, or looking out. They saw the out-of-control horse quickly return to normal.
With a whoosh, the black-haired, green-eyed man flipped the notebook to another page.
The trackless carriage continued forward and gradually distanced itself.
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