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When the opposite "resentment" disappeared, Emlin Whitet regained his gaze, untied the thin line of the bag in his hand, and extracted the information inside.

After reading one copy, Emlin has roughly grasped the track of Ernest Boyar:

The blood viscount has no regular activities, or at home, or to visit the exhibition, or to wine tasting outside the city, or to accompany a female partner to visit a few department stores, or to some girls as models to paint, like a normal Money man.

However, Ernest recently went to St. George's District every other day to supervise the furniture factory he invested in, and tried to get it back to use as soon as possible.

In this way, the life of the blood viscount was repeated. Every other day, the venue was repeated, the route along the way was repeated, and the dining place at noon was repeated.

Emlin raised his hand and pressed the two sides of the forehead, carefully extracting three scenes suitable for hands-on from the data:

One is the interior or the door of the furniture factory opened by Ernest Boyar; the other is that he will stay at the St. Hillland Square where he will go to eat by the way, and the third is the Beckland Bridge - unless the other party is willing to go around Far away, otherwise you will pass through from home to St. George.

These three places are in line with the requirements of many people, but the Beckland Bridge has too few access passages. It is only a hop to leave when you are holding both ends. It is an idiot choice... St. Hillland Square belongs to St. Hillland The church, the steam church in the center of Beckland, and even the whole of Lun, the second Holy See, in line with the proposal of "inverted man", can effectively control the extent of possible conflicts, interfere with ex post divination and investigation... Mulin gradually had a tendency in his heart.

Once there is a tendency, the soul will unconsciously find more reasons. Emrin is no doubt the same. The more he wants to think, the more he feels that St. Hillland Square can meet all the requirements:

First, Ornes will stay there for a short time and have lunch at a West Vilas-style restaurant – the blood viscount was born in West Vilas;

Secondly, there are a number of orbital carriages in the site. People come and go, with the middle and lower floors as the main body, and there are often accidents;

Once again, from there, if you do not have the Beckland Bridge, you will enter the southern part of the bridge, not far from the harvest church;

Finally, at 12 o'clock in the afternoon, the St. Hillland Church will spray steam, turn the lever, and sing the big clock. No one's attention will be attracted.

It was here... Emlin quickly made a decision, raised his right hand, and arranged the bow tie. The red eyes were full of expectations.

At this time, he suddenly frowned and noticed something wrong:

St. Hillland Square is simply too handy!

Suitable for almost every condition is met!

Will Ernest be wary of my revenge? How can he let himself stay in this environment for a long time? Even if he is too stupid, will the counts not remind him? Emlin's mouth tilted a little, and I already understood the reason:

St. Hillland Square is the place of action for the **** high-level "dead for him"!

Oh... Emlin laughed and didn't let go.

He decided to apply to Mr. "Footer" for a few members of the party today, and invited Mr. "downside down" to discuss the detailed action plan!

This is different from the previously finalized framework and needs to be specific to every detail, considering every question!

............

11:45, St. George's District, St. Hillland Square.

A restaurant on the third floor of the northwest corner of the square, inside a box.

A figure stands in front of the window, holding a cup of scarlet-like blood, and leisurely looking at the fountains and the crowds coming and going.

He was tall and tall, wearing a tuxedo for the banquet. The light-colored hair of the silvery silver and the bright red eyes matched with a slightly glamorous beauty, and the corner of his mouth always had a less obvious smile.

"Lord Earl, is there really no problem? Emlin is not the same as before, this can be seen from the hunter 'primitive moon' believers." A middle-aged man in a dark suit is slightly Worried to the window, asked.

The man, known as the Earl, turned his attention to the edge of the square to listen to the street violinist Emlin White. Hehe laughed:

"Our preparations can be dealt with even a half god, not to mention this little guy who has not yet become a Viscount?"

"And, we don't want to really do something, the only purpose is to identify and identify, which is much easier than stopping someone from escaping."

While talking, the man with pale red eyes raised his right hand and turned the ring on his left ring finger.

The ring is made of silver and is inlaid with a strange blue gemstone.

............

On a carriage heading to St. Hillland Square, Ernest Boyar put his right hand on his left hand and naturally turned the ring of sapphire in his ring finger.

His eyes looked out of the window at random, and saw a bus ride in the distance slowly coming from a distance. A 160-year-old newsboy slanted his shoulder bag and sold it along the street. A lot of bicycles replaced the carriages that were common last year. Passing through the crowds of St. George's area.

Here, people wearing light blue or gray-blue workers' costumes wear caps more than those who wear hats.

Ornes regained his gaze and snorted, not afraid of what might happen next, and even some expectations.

He feels that his preparation is sufficient:

The "Rose of the Rose" worn by the left hand allows the Earl of Mistral to share his vision, hearing and smell, ensuring that the ultimate goal can be achieved no matter what happens;

Putting the inner pocket with the silver pocket watch is the "moon paper man", which can replace him with a fatal injury or directly attack the spirit body, so that he will not suffer heavy damage or death in a short time;

Wearing a "wine-based nemesis" diamond collar can help him maintain his energy and his thoughts, and improve his ability to resist spells in the mind and body;

The belt around the waist is called "moonlight ribbon", which can effectively reduce the damage of "sun" and "lightning".

These miraculous items, either from the savings of Ornes or from the Earl of Mistral, have made O'Neill a "target" that cannot be quickly resolved and controlled.

Coupled with the natural resistance of the kinship to the nightmare, Ornes now has almost no weaknesses, even if he faces the demigod, as long as the other party does not reveal the mythical biological form, it can support for a while.

The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical items are not so good... The muscles of Ornes’s face twitched and quickly calmed down:

The "Acre of Oath" ring will occasionally let his thoughts appear in the mind of the Count of Mistral, and if it is worn for a week and has not been taken down, the two sides with the ring are likely to fall in love, regardless of gender and race;

“Moon Paper Man” is a one-time item with almost no negative effects, which only makes the body chilly;

The problem with the "alcoholic nemesis" needle is that it will continue to damage the liver and brain. If you wear it for too long, you may lose some thinking and logic. Therefore, you must take a quarter of an hour for every half an hour. ;

Once the "moonlight ribbon" is attached, the senses will become more acute, easy to see things that should not be seen, hear the sounds that should not be heard, and the wearer will intermittently tickle.

I hope they don't be timid, don't drag on... Ernes Boyar has reviewed his own state and cast his implicit expectations on the entrance to St. Hill's Square not far away.

............

On the other side of St. Hillland Square, Emlin White, who was on the edge of the street to enjoy the performance of street musicians, suddenly looked up and looked at a bird that was flying from a distance.

Then, he raised his hand and held the top hat on his head, buried his head, and walked quickly toward the center of the square, approaching the fountain.

In the process, Emlin's figure flashed and completely mixed into the crowd.

However, this cannot break the lock of the Count of Mistral.

The **** count of the pale silver hair once again turned the ring of the sapphire on the ring finger of the left hand and calmly said:

"note."

............

At the entrance to St. Hillland Square, Ernest Boyar became more and more spiritual, knowing that things are coming, and finally arrived.

Emlin really chose Saint-Hilland Square... Once again, Ornes turned his eyes to the window, watching the pedestrians on the road, the staggered public carriages that were about to be staggered, the ordinary newsboys holding newspapers and the surrounding houses, Elegant windows in the shop.

He did not believe that the accomplices that Emlin might exist were hidden in it, because there are more and better places in San Gilán Square, but I think there should be some vigilance.

Suddenly, his body moved, slightly forwarded, almost out of the seat.

The carriage he was riding stopped without warning!

Then, the horse pulling the car was like a nightmare, raising the front hoof, struggling with madness and flipping the carriage to the ground.

In the process, Ernest Boyar actually had enough space, time and ability to help the driver control the mad horse, but he didn't do it because he saw a transparent and fuzzy wolf ghost coming in from the window. , throwing a rose contained in the body to himself.

a rose!

The eyes of Ornez Boyar have just been enlarged, and the carriage is dumped.

He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and let an unreal black shackle stick out from the void and wrap the wolf-shaped ghost!

With a bang, the wolf-shaped ghost was directly broken and there was no struggle.

After Ernest Boyar stood firm, he stood there, motionless and his eyes wide.

He is already entering a deep sleep.

From the trackless public carriage passing by him, an ink-haired young man dressed in a thin windbreaker, sitting back to the center of the road, focused on a notebook with a hard-brown patina.

Around him, other passengers or newspapers, or talking to each other, or looking out, saw the horses that were out of control quickly returned to normal.

Brushing the ground, the ink-colored man turned the notebook in his hand again.

The trackless public carriage continues to move forward and gradually move away.