Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Night has come.

The world seems to be outlined by rough lines, showing weirdness similar to graffiti or simple strokes, everything seems to be shrouded in hazy white yarn, like a dream scene.

Herman looked at the thin white mist that enveloped him, which was the "medium" through which he could come into this world.

As for this world...the "dream world" that shows a mapping relationship with the real world, few people can touch here.

A human figure with white smoke walks across the street, it is the shadow of ordinary people mapped in the dream world, and you can see that there are many color bands of different colors mixed.

Those who control magic will leave such traces, including those magic cars that use magic as energy, but the traces left by these inanimate objects do not produce color.

"It's a bit difficult." Herman looked at the red traces that followed, and now it has melted into the colorful ribbons on the street, pressing his forehead with some annoyance.

Sighed, opened the cane again, took out the small bottle before, sprayed it twice on the surroundings, and the thin layer of mist suddenly looked much thicker.

On the contrary, the dream world that seemed to be shrouded in hazy white mist looked much clearer, and the color bands that were about to dissipate also became clearer.

Reluctantly distinguishing the direction of the red trace, Herman followed and walked over. During the period, he naturally encountered a lot of pedestrians who looked like white fog. They passed through without evading, as if the two sides were in different time and space.

Following the traces, I finally came to a certain street position, passed the corner, and stopped immediately.

The red figure, like blood, was walking in front, leaving a striking mark behind him. The building was also affected and out of step with the surrounding scene.

Herman stopped and retreated to the corner of the street, his expression a little surprised, as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen.

Rona, who was about to open the door, seemed to perceive something and looked behind him. There was no one on the street, only the street lamps on both sides emitting orange light, which seemed to divide the road into sections from a distance.

He frowned, as if he didn't believe that his perception was wrong, walked towards the place where he felt like peeping, and then looked around carefully.

He lived in a remote location, and it was not too early now, so he didn't see any figures, only the street lights stretched to the end of his sight.

Herman was standing not far away. In just a few seconds, he took out the small bottle and sprayed it a few times, and the mist suddenly thickened a lot because of time.

Watching Rona leave after searching fruitlessly, he sighed lightly and muttered softly: "The perception ability is really terrifying."

Then he looked at the small bottle in his hand. It was filled with light blue liquid, which reflected the light like stars. It was almost a third of it now.

After putting it away, a distressed expression appeared on his face: "After using so much... I hope I won't lose money this time..."

Then he walked to the corner again and looked at the faintly reddish building, his eyes flickering.

It is reasonable to do such a big thing that you should run away. Is it because you are reliant on your own strength? Or...what is there that Sonia left him?

Herman squinted his eyes, and a slightly interesting smile gradually appeared on his face. Although he had found the mission target in such a short time, he felt in no rush to tell Erhard.

Maybe you can see what exactly is there in Saint Niah that makes the murderer make the decision to stay here, but it's not now.

Herman couldn't help but yawned, and sleepiness surged like a tide. It's late today, let's talk about it tomorrow.

In the Red Maple District, the Cavaliers Guard led by Erhard still dutifully stationed here. Erhard paced in place, looking at the tragic building from time to time.

It has been a long time since Herman entered through the window, but he has no intention to come out until now.

After another two turns, Erhard frowned and made a decision: "Go, follow me in and take a look."

With a few knights, he entered the building that looked precarious through the windows. The first floor had completely collapsed and the windows had become the most normal entrance.

"Go and find, remember not to make any movement." After two orders, Erhard and the knights began to search in the building.

Ten minutes later, gathered on the ground next to him, Erhard listened to the reports of these people and came to the conclusion: Herman disappeared out of thin air.

"I heard that Detective Herman would let all the people present to leave every time he went to the site. People would find that he had already left when they entered. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect to be true!

"We are all standing by, even if the light is not very good, someone will definitely find out if someone leaves, which means he disappeared out of thin air..."

The knights were talking in surprise, and seeing the things described in the rumors was indeed a novel feeling.

"Is it gone a long time ago..." Erhard looked up at the building that looked like a fallen giant, and shook his head helplessly, wasting so much time.

Rona returned to the room, turned on the switch, and the dark room was suddenly lit by lights with magical energy.

Putting the windbreaker and top hat on the hanger next to him, poured himself a cup of tea, and sat down on the sofa in the room, he was ready to test his latest ability.

He had placed magic inscriptions around the house that could isolate the flow of energy, and ordinary transcendents could not even notice it.

With the appearance of the idea in his mind, he felt that his hands had changed, as if a burst of heat emerged, and the color of his nails turned red...

In the blink of an eye, it has become a beast-like sharp claw, but it does not have the slightest feeling of hideousness, on the contrary, it has an elegant beauty and is full of strange aura.

I took out the silver-white Mithril, stretched out a finger and lightly stroked it, the harsh rubbing sound followed, leaving a hideous trace wherever it passed, and the Mithril also showed a corroded state. .

With a flick of his finger not far away, the sharp blade condensed from blood-red energy touched the wall in a blink of an eye. The magic inscription that was in the invisible state was immediately activated, and bright lines appeared.

The magic power gathered, stalemate with the **** energy, a few seconds later, both reached their limits, and there was a slight explosion.

Rona nodded in satisfaction, his power was good, and if his proficiency increased a bit, it would be enough to become one of his hole cards.