Saint Hierländ Square, northwest corner, third floor of the restaurant.
When the Specter Wolf with the rose "in its arms" appeared in front of Ernes Boar, the silver-haired, scarlet-eyed Mistral instantly retracted his gaze from Emlyn White. Darkness emanated from his back as countless tiny bats fluttered within.
Bribe … Just as this Sanguine Earl silently muttered a word, he "saw" the toppled carriage, "heard" the neighing of horses, and "smelled" all kinds of scents. However, he was momentarily unable to find the source of the accident and chaos.
At this moment, his "vision" darkened as his "eyes" seemed to lose their ability to sense light. The noises by his "ears" came to a halt!
Earl Mistral secretly scoffed as he immediately fused with the countless bats behind him, descending and reassembling beside Ernes Boar.
Suddenly, in the dark "vision," a glimmer of light jumped out.
This point of light rapidly expanded and became brighter as a golden figure with twelve pairs of pitch-black wings walked out!
The pairs of wings spread out one after another, blanketing Mistral's "vision." Light and darkness intersected, forming mysterious and complicated symbols. They were indistinguishable from the golden figure. They were both sacred and depraved, both light and darkness.
Angel! Mistral's pupils dilated slightly as he couldn't help but take a step back, ending his thoughts.
…
Ernes Boar quickly woke up in a daze. He saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as a lake's water, and he felt a newspaper being handed to him and stuffed into his palm.
The pair of emerald-green eyes stirred bit by bit, forming vortexes deep in their depths as though they were sucking in the souls of those who saw them.
Ernes Boar instantly immersed himself in them, unable to move his eyes away.
Then, he heard a gentle and ethereal female voice.
"Take the newspaper and follow Emlyn White …
"Take the newspaper and follow Emlyn White …"
The voice was layered as it reverberated in Ernes Boar's ears. It drilled into his brain and into his soul.
Ernes Boar nodded in a daze. He felt like there was more to be said, but he could not hear it clearly.
The paperboy, who was carrying a satchel and holding a newspaper, quickly turned around and agilely passed through a few bicycles and blended into the crowd.
"He" had a delicate face, and his messy hair covered his eyebrows. As he walked, he took off the black gauze glove that he had put on at some point, folded it, and stuffed it into the satchel containing the newspaper.
The wind blew past, causing "his" clothes to shrink a little, revealing a bulge on his arm.
A few seconds later, Ernes Boar suddenly jumped back, as though he was avoiding something.
Not good! I've been affected by a nightmarish ability! As soon as he steadied himself, his pupils dilated as he looked around vigilantly, guarding against an impending attack.
Although Ernes Boyar was puzzled by how easily he had been dragged into a dream, he knew that this wasn't the time to be fussing over the details. What happened next was more important. He couldn't afford to be distracted.
Ding!
A few bicycles approached, using the sound of a bell to warn the gentlemen standing in the middle of the road to make way.
Ernes Boar narrowed his eyes as he stared at them, the muscles beneath his clothes ready to spring into action.
The bicycles circled around him, and the passersby either rushed away or slowed down their footsteps as they pointed at him.
Gong! Gong! Gong!
Twelve consecutive gongs sounded as white steam spewed out from the chimneys at the top of Saint Hierländ Cathedral. Hymns of praise reverberated inside and outside as gigantic gears and levers turned.
In the square, everyone stopped in their tracks. At this holy moment, they either closed their eyes to pray or listened quietly. Regardless of whether they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery or not, only the pigeons that were being fed flapped their wings and soared into the sky.
…
Gong! Gong! Gong!
The bell sounded, but no one moved. In the private room of the restaurant, Earl Mistral stood there with a rather solemn expression, motionless.
His "vision" had already been restored, but all he saw were the workers in grayish-blue and light-blue clothes and the bicycles of the same style. Apart from that, he didn't discover anything. As for Ernes Boar, he wasn't injured at all.
Of course, he had guessed from the newspaper in the Sanguine Viscount's hand that there was something wrong with the paperboy, but he didn't attempt to pursue him.
Clearly, the power that borrowed the level of an angel definitely didn't belong to a Low- or Mid-Sequence Beyonder. This also meant that the faction backing Emlyn White had at least one demigod hidden nearby. Mistral believed that once he took action, he would definitely be stopped or even attacked.
When he was in a position that could easily be discovered, and he had no idea where the other party was hiding, the Sanguine Earl, Mistral, believed that it wasn't a good thing. Forcefully pursuing him would only result in a huge problem.
Furthermore, to the Sanguine, this was only a probe. If the faction backing Emlyn were to send out a demigod, they could use Ernes Boar's self-defense to hold back the powerhouse, allowing Mistral to use the Oath of Rose to confirm the attacker's identity. They didn't plan on having an intense conflict because of this. In their plans, they would at most have Mistral stop the other party and prevent Ernes Boar from being injured.
In such a situation, they no longer had the initiative. If they were to forcefully pursue him, there was a high chance that a demigod battle would occur. And in Baekeland, around Saint Hierländ Cathedral, this was equivalent to suicide.
In addition, to Mistral, since the other party's demigod didn't take action personally and only provided support, it would be embarrassing for him to directly take action and pursue him. It would be an insult to the reputation of a Sanguine Earl.
Hmph! I want to see how this will develop next! The muscles on Mistral's face twitched slightly as he spun the ghostly-blue gem ring on his left hand once again.
…
After the bell rang twelve times, Emlyn took another step forward and circled around the fountain. Amidst the falling pigeons, he arrived at the entrance on the other end of Saint Hierländ Square.
He then saw Ernes Boar, whose back was slightly hunched, not daring to take even half a step. He saw the toppled carriage, the bored horses, and the carriage driver who wore a pained expression.
Emlyn walked over and took out his wallet. He took out 100 pounds in cash and handed it to the carriage driver.
"This is your compensation."
"Ah?" The carriage driver was confused and pleasantly surprised.
The rental carriage didn't belong to him. He was only an ordinary employee. When the horses were startled, causing the carriage to be damaged, he first felt his heart ache briefly before panic and despair dominated his mind.
According to the so-called contract and the similar incidents he had seen over the years, this was his responsibility. He needed to pay compensation, and with his income and family situation, this meant bankruptcy!
In that short period of time, all kinds of thoughts surfaced in the carriage driver's mind. They were mainly divided into three types. One was to blackmail the gentleman who had been dumbfounded and made him pay compensation to prevent his family from disintegrating as a result. His children would then be forced to work in an illegal factory at a young age. The second was to immediately bring the horse to a gang member and sell it before returning home. He would then leave Baekeland with his wife and children. The third was to arrange for his family to move out of their rented residence and plead with the owner of the carriage, hoping to return it in installments. If the other party wasn't agreeable, he would rather go to jail than pay a single penny.
Now, the sudden appearance of 100 pounds smashed into the carriage driver's heart, leaving him dizzy. He was at a loss for words.
100 pounds was enough to buy a new rental carriage. Furthermore, there was still plenty left!
Emlyn didn't look at the carriage driver as he looked at Ernes.
"It's fine."
Aren't you the biggest problem? You're already here, so how can it be fine? As Ernes lampooned, he spun the ghostly-sapphire ring on his left hand.
For some reason, he felt that he should trust Emlyn White and even approach him.
Emlyn took a glance, suddenly turned around, and quickly walked into an alley.
Ernes subconsciously took a step forward and followed closely behind, holding the newspaper in his hand.
One of the two Sanguine ran, while the other chased. They were extremely fast, but they didn't dare show anything abnormal about them.
Earl Mistral waited for the two Sanguine to run far away and leave the range of his spirituality. Only then did he use the connection between the Oath of Rose rings to leisurely tail them.
Emlyn would sometimes circle around, sometimes cut in diagonally, and sometimes take another path to return to the spot he had previously passed. It made it impossible to guess his destination. As for Ernes, he was like a bull that had seen a red flag. He refused to give up as he followed closely behind.
Unknowingly, the two Sanguine arrived at Rose Street south of the Bridge.
At this moment, Emlyn suddenly sped up as he charged into the Harvest Church, leaving behind afterimages as though he wasn't afraid of being discovered.
Ernes did the same thing.
No good! The distant Earl Mistral was just about to descend to stop him when Ernes's figure vanished from the entrance of the Harvest Church.
Kacha!
The stone tiles beneath Mistral's feet instantly shattered.
After entering the church, Ernes suddenly came to a realization. Following that, he saw a figure dressed in a brown priest robe stand up like a mountain in front of the rows of seats.
At the same time, the entire church became extremely heavy and sturdy, as though it had become one with the ground!
Ernes's mind buzzed as another voice resounded:
"After waking up from the first hypnosis, throw the items on you at Emlyn White."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Ernes took off his belt and threw out his brooch, throwing one item after another at Emlyn White. Among them was even the silver pocket watch and the wallet filled with cash.
Pa!
The newspaper in his hand fell to the ground, and a card mixed in with it fell out.
On the card was a Impartial Goddess sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword and a scale.
Tarot card, Justice card.
PS: Updating first before making changes. After the first rush in September, I didn't stop updating due to my stockpiling.
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