Tonight at ten … Klein glanced at Miss Messenger, who was waiting at her spot, and walked to the desk. He spread out a piece of paper and wrote:
"I'll be punctual.
"In addition, the situation in Baekeland has been tense recently. You have to pay attention to the degree of control."
After reminding Sharon, Klein folded the letter and took out a gold coin and a rectangular "diamond" that constantly refracted light from his pocket.
"This is a Yesterday Once More charm. It can allow you to temporarily borrow the powers of your past self." Klein handed the three items to Reinette Tinekerr.
One of the blonde, red-eyed heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands opened its mouth and bit down on everything. The other three said one after another, "You're right.
The remaining three said one after another, "Why …" "For …" "I …"
"Consider it an advance payment," Klein said with a smile with his usual expression.
Arrodes's reminder made him feel that he needed to make more preparations.
Reinette Tinekerr didn't ask any further. Her four beautiful heads swayed up and down with the help of the hair she was holding.
Following that, "She" stepped into the void and disappeared from the room.
Klein looked out the window at the drizzling rain and the completely dark sky. He took off his coat and handed it to his valet, Enuni.
…
9: 50 p.m., on a street near the Tussock River in Cherwood Borough.
Amidst the common autumn and winter rain in Baekeland, a rented carriage turned into the area and slowly proceeded forward.
On the carriage, Emlyn White, who was holding a top hat, looked at the pale-faced young man with slightly messy hair with his bright red eyes.
"This is the place?"
Marić, whose figure looked a little ethereal, nodded and pointed at a street house with a shop diagonally ahead.
"Yes.
"It's a bookstore, and the owner's name is Charlie Laker. He's a pure-blooded Loenese. However, he went to the Southern Continent once when he was young, hoping to get rich overnight. There, he became a member of the Rose School of Thought, a believer of the Chained God. He was sent back to Backlund to gather intelligence and provide help to the Rose School of Thought members who were carrying out other missions. Back then, we had been watching him for a long time, hoping to finish him off and sever the Rose School of Thought's intelligence transmission to create a better living environment for ourselves, but we ultimately held back.
Emlyn smiled.
"The facts have proven that patience can often lead to better results.
"Heh, to be frank, your performance is different from the temperance Wraith I imagined. I thought you would be very stingy with your words."
Marić glanced at the vampire who was said to be a Viscount.
"Different people have different personalities, and temperance is only controlling desires that exceed a certain limit.
"On this matter, I don't explain it so clearly. I'm worried that you won't understand, and it will affect the final outcome. If that happens, the desire for 'temperance' will exceed the limits it should have."
Heh, although it's very philosophical, there's no need to use me as an example … Emlyn leisurely leaned against the wall and looked at him.
"Let's continue the previous topic."
Marić looked out the window again.
"Charlie Raker's family has a maid from the Paz Valley. She's also a member of the Rose School.
"In addition, there's a widow and an alcoholic man living in the two houses diagonally opposite Raker's bookstore. They are believers of the Chained God, and they will transmit intelligence to the Rose School at critical moments.
"What you need to do is to secretly monitor these three people while we deal with Charlie Raker. Through the transmission of information, lock onto the person-in-charge of the Rose School in Baekeland.
"Of course, we will definitely give Charlie Raker a chance to seek help or send a signal."
Emlyn nodded slightly.
"I got it."
He then turned his head to look at the sky that was filled with dark clouds and couldn't see the crimson moon. He twisted the ring embedded with a ghostly-blue gem on his left ring finger.
This was the Oath of Rose ring. It allowed Earl Mistral to share his senses of sight, hearing, and smell.
The ring spun around and returned to Emlyn's hand. Of course, it was only temporary.
As such, Earl Mistral had heard what Marić had said and shared it with the other Sanguine participants.
Emlyn originally believed that although he was only in charge of liaison and didn't play any important role, he could at least showcase some of the spell-like powers of a Scarlet Scholar and pass the message in a very prominent manner in front of Wraith Marić. To his surprise, he didn't need to do anything. All he needed to do was wear the ring and arrive at the scene.
This depressed him, making him feel like he was purely a tool.
Without being a demigod, there are many things I don't even have the right to directly participate in, much less save a race … At that moment, Emlyn had an impulse. He felt that his level wasn't worthy of his secret identity. He was unable to shoulder the responsibility he needed to shoulder.
As for the Oath of Rose allowing the two wearers' thoughts to appear in each other's minds from time to time, Emlyn wasn't worried. He had gotten Miss Justice to hypnotize him ahead of time, preventing him from thinking about things that shouldn't be known by the upper echelons of the Sanguine.
Just as he sighed, a voice belonging to Earl Mistral suddenly sounded in his mind:
"Arrogant, childish, naive …"
Th-this is the Oath of Rose randomly transmitting some of Earl Mistral's thoughts … Heh … Emlyn scoffed inwardly as he constantly recited a name:
"Ernes Bojer … Ernes Bojer …"
This viscount had been hypnotized under Earl Mistral's protection, and he had volunteered at the Harvest Church for a long period of time!
At this moment, Marić looked at Emlyn's expression and nodded.
"Your present attitude makes me feel even more at ease."
He was very serious, solemn, and focused.
Ah? Emlyn was first taken aback before he curled the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you."
…
The second floor of the bookstore was Charlie Raker's home. This businessman was over fifty years old, and his parents had long passed away. He had never gotten married, and it was said that he had a few illegitimate children, but none of them lived with him.
After instructing the servants to check if the doors and windows were locked, he returned to his bedroom, poured himself a glass of red wine, and sat on the sofa to enjoy it in a relaxed manner.
He was used to drinking some wine before bed.
After the red wine was finished, Charlie Raker stood up and walked to the bathroom.
When he passed by the full-body mirror in the bedroom, he casually glanced at it and his body suddenly froze.
In the mirror, his face had turned abnormally pale at some point in time. His eyes were protruding out, and there was blood flowing down the edges. The corners of his mouth had a dark red tint.
As a member of Rose School, Charlie Raker was no stranger to such a situation. He didn't scream or run around like an ordinary person. Instead, he raised his right hand and extended it to his chest.
Just as he touched the accessory he was wearing, his body felt like it had fallen into an ice cavern that would never melt. It was cold from the inside out.
The coldness seemed to have a life of its own as it rapidly expanded, occupying every corner of Charlie Raker's body. It made him feel like his joints and muscles no longer belonged to him, and he was beginning to listen to someone else.
At that moment, it was as if there was another person in his body. It was cold, blurry, and filled with malice. It directly took over everything other than his thoughts.
At the same time, Charlie Raker saw a new change in himself in the mirror. There were two figures in front of his eyes. They were young men wearing white shirts and black vests.
With the help of the first touch of his right hand, a bright light lit up in front of him.
This glow seemed to originate from a miniature Sun, throwing light and heat in all directions.
Charlie Rex instantly felt warm. He was no longer controlled by the coldness in his body. He mumbled a word, "Don't worry."
He mumbled, "Purify!"
The miniature Sun in front of his chest became hotter. The light was like warm water as it surged inwards, creating layers of ripples.
Charlie Raker regained control of his body. He immediately gave up on the door and ran towards the window.
The curtains weren't drawn yet. It was drizzling outside, and the streetlights were dim.
Thud thud thud!
When Charlie Raker passed by the carpeted coffee table and sofa area, he suddenly stumbled and almost fell.
The carpet seemed to have come to life and wrapped around his ankles!
Bang!
The coffee table flew up, along with the porcelain teacups and documents on it. It slammed into Charlie Raker's face, shattering him into pieces and turning him into a strange dismembered puppet.
A moment later, Charlie Raker's figure appeared on the other side. He continued running with lingering fear in his heart.
He had never hated that his bedroom was too big as much as he did now.
Thud thud thud!
Pens flew everywhere, papers flew everywhere. Charlie Raker finally ran to the window.
As a devout believer, he didn't break the window immediately. Instead, he grabbed the curtains and pulled it open.
At the same time, he pressed his other hand on the gas pipe.
A layer of white frost instantly formed on the surface of the black metal.
Crack. The glass window in front of Charlie Raker shattered on its own. Every piece shot out like a bullet and slammed into the businessman's face. There wasn't a single piece of unharmed skin on his face, and blood spurted out from his neck.
Charlie Raker's eyes dimmed, and he fell backward weakly. He screamed and shouted in pain during the process, but his voice couldn't travel out of the room no matter what.
At this time, in another room, a female servant who was obviously from the Southern Continent saw the light from the wall lamp wavering.
She immediately turned her head and looked at where her "employer" was. The gas pipe there was covered in frost.
In a room opposite Charlie Raker, a man with a red nose who rolled up his sleeves and gulped down alcohol suddenly saw that the curtains were only half drawn.
In the secret code he and Charlie Raker agreed on, it meant that there was no problem if the curtains were all drawn or opened. If only one side was drawn or half drawn, it meant that there was an emergency. He had to inform the higher-ups immediately.
He stood up abruptly.
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