Mysterious Catastrophe

The other Loveman's face was pale, but his expression was full of distorted pleasure as he looked at Auclaire.

Aaron suddenly noticed that a curse that even the "evil spirit" could not suppress surged.

Auclair's expression was numb, but the clothes on his body began to rot rapidly, and pieces of transparent and illusory flesh and blood fell to the ground, leaving only a skeleton.

Eventually, even the skeleton was reduced to fly ash, leaving a black iron box and revolver on the ground.

Chapter 262 Consolation

In the frozen bedroom.

Aaron, incarnated as the 'Void Spirit', stood at the place of Auclair's death, but Loveman didn't notice it at all.

"Sure enough... just as I thought, after discovering that the opponent is an 'evil spirit' who cannot manipulate blood, does not take physical damage, and has difficulty escaping, Loveman can only use the curse technique to kill him with one blow at a huge cost... "

"From the point of view of mysticism, to curse an inhuman existence to death, he himself will have to pay a terrible price."

"It's a pity...he doesn't have any particularly powerful cards on him, and he didn't take the initiative to call for the gods..."

"Of course, Si Sui are not operators. It is impossible for believers to respond to calls... It's a pity, otherwise we might have gained more tonight..."

Aaron stretched out his hand and let the 'power of the secret source' surge.

The environment in the bedroom suddenly became dark, and Loveman was shocked to see an illusory spirit regenerated from the void, and turned into the form of Auclair!

The evil spirit is reborn!

"Do not……"

A look of despair appeared on his face.

Obviously, every time the evil spirit dies, it takes tens or even hundreds of years to be resurrected. Why can this evil spirit cheat?

This is not fair!

But there is no absolute fairness in the world.

Snapped!

Auclair snapped his fingers, and the coldness and dead silence emerged again.

The ice froze the weak Loveman's body.

It grabbed the pistol, aimed it at Loveman's head, and pulled the trigger hard.

boom!

With one shot, the frozen Loveman's head was torn apart, and in the cold ice, there were bloody little bats trying to struggle.

One by one, the devil worms immediately rushed over, devouring all the bats, and completely wiped out all the vitality of Loveman...

……

After a while.

A raging fire broke out in Baron Jacques' manor.

Aaron left peacefully, a little regretful.

"Lofman's hole cards are still too few, even if he prayed hoarsely before his death, there was no response..."

"Fortunately, the most important material is still harvested."

He looked at a red fang in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and disappeared quickly.

……

"My head hurts..."

When William woke up, he found himself lying on the very familiar bed in the rental house.

"Familiar ceiling...familiar sheets, familiar smell of quilt...I was last night!"

He suddenly turned pale, sat up and recalled.

"It was Quentin, he found me... took me captive...why...why didn't I get eaten in the end?"

William pulled up his clothes and stroked the wound on his back, but it was smooth.

Only the torn marks on his clothes showed that he was indeed injured last night.

His expression became even more confused: "That wasn't a dream... But in the end, I felt a bone-chilling chill... Is that the boss's extraordinary ability? He saved me?"

Other than that, William couldn't think of any other reason to survive.

"It doesn't matter, go ask the boss."

He quickly got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, walked out of the apartment and came to the street.

"Anyway, I survived..."

Facing the rising sun, William was almost moved to tears: "It feels so good to be alive."

He has never understood the law of the hidden world so deeply as at this moment—cherish life and stay away from mystery!

"Unfortunately... I can't go back."

William sighed, and was going to buy some pies on the side of the road for breakfast.

When passing the corner, a newsboy wearing a peaked cap ran by, holding a roll of newspapers in his hand, and shouted: "Pulmouth Morning News! The Kingfield Jewelry Company was looted last night...the death was found in the lower city. Horrible corpses... The manor of the baron in the suburbs was set on fire!"

"Wait, give me one!"

William stopped the newsboy, took out a 1p coin, bought a newspaper, quickly browsed it, and kept chanting: "It turns out that so many things happened in Pulmouth last night...it was a restless night. .”

He hurriedly read the newspaper, bought a few more pies for breakfast, and ate them as he walked, until he came to the Hunter's Bar.

When he saw the bar sign again, for some reason, William suddenly felt a little more at ease.

"Boss, good morning."

Pushing open the door and entering the bar, William saw Aaron and quickly bowed to salute: "What happened last night... Thank you!"

"Well, it's basically solved. Thanks to your bait effect, the harvest is good."

Aaron, who obtained a 'Red' remnant of inhuman existence, was drinking a cup of hot cocoa, looking in a good mood.

William heaved a sigh of relief, and when he saw that Aaron was drinking hot cocoa, a smile appeared on his face.

——It’s not coffee, today I finally don’t need to do coffee divination and interpret those weird symbols.

After he obediently walked into the bar, he began to get busy.

As for the grammar school curriculum?

My life is almost gone, of course I have to work first and then please the boss!

When William was graciously holding the mop and mopping the floor, Aaron slowly finished his hot cocoa and said, "Don't go to that club in the future, and they probably won't mess with you again... As for the 'decline' Blood', probably will stop for a while."

The Bloody Club is just a club. Although Quentin may be a member of the 'Gourmet Association', his current status is only 'missing'. It is unknown how long it will take to confirm the death, find the enemy, and assess the enemy's strength.

Even when it is discovered that the enemy is non-human, it is not necessary to think about whether to start a war for an ordinary member. Quentin is not worth it.

As for the 'Blood of Decline', the inexplicable loss of an inhuman being would be painful for a long time.

The most important thing is that because Aaron killed them cleanly and without leaving any clues for divination, they couldn't even find out who the murderer was!

"After all, I always wear a mask when I go to the Black Queen, and Halsey, the professor and others who know my identity will not take the initiative to leak information... And William is the spokesperson of a craftsman, what does he have to do with the bar owner? Of course... ... There are certain doubts, and there may be temptations later, but I am worried that there will be no other leeks to cut." Aaron had a little expectation in his heart.

"Is that organization that has a blood feud with my family called 'Blood of Decay'?...I feel relieved with the boss here." William looked around in an indescribably complicated mood, and somehow thought of Isabel. special.

At this time, he realized how ignorant and ridiculous he was when he wanted to establish a sect and develop members.

'But Isabeth has a great figure, especially the hip line...'

William swallowed his saliva: "Well... missionary or something is fine, but Isabeth can still be a good friend, and it would be even better to develop into a bed partner..."

As a young person, a physically healthy young person, it's normal to think about these things.

William actually had this idea long ago. Of course, he didn't think about marriage.

It is normal for two men and women who have worked hard in Pulmouth to comfort each other to keep warm.

Chapter 263 Commission

While William was working hard.

Isabeth still has to work part-time during the day, and it is always good to get an extra salary.

Lower Town, Mary Street.

Dilapidated houses, dirty streets... a world apart from the rest of Pulmouth.

Of course, compared to the abandoned city where gangsters are entrenched and there are fighting almost every day, Mary Street is not bad.

Isabeth was the child who grew up on Mary Street.

Children who grow up here basically have no chance of education, and even die at a very young age.

Some parents are unable to take care of their children due to work, and even buy a datura flower juice to feed their children. It has an anesthetic effect and can make the baby sleep peacefully throughout the day, so as not to disturb the tired parents.

Deformity, disease, hunger, cold... Like countless demons, it took away the lives of many infants and young children.

And even if they can grow up, when they are eleven or twelve years old, they will be sent to factories where child labor is used, and they will become consumables in heavy labor.

It is precisely because of this that Isabeth knew how precious the work in the bar was, even though she endured being harassed every day, she persisted silently.

Lately, her luck seems to be slowly improving.

Not only did he find a well-paid job, but also that disgusting customer died in the stinky ditch, and it seems that there is some possibility of developing with William?

Although William is a poor boy, he is already a good love partner for many girls in the lower city.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of Isabeth who was walking.

"Hi, Isabeth, great to hear that you've recently landed a regular job at a bar."

On Marie Street, an old woman with white hair greeted her with a smile.

"Good day, Mrs. Sugar."

Isabeth smiled back.

"My child... listen to me, the most beautiful time for a woman is those few years, don't put too much burden on yourself... you deserve better."

Mrs. Xiuge looked at the worn skirt on Isabeth, shook her head and sighed: "With the evening job, the daytime can be easier...By the way, you don't go to church recently?"

"Feel sorry……"

Isabeth's family are devout believers of the Holy Spirit Church, but they have been so busy recently that they didn't even go to pray on weekends, so they couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"The Holy Spirit is merciful and will forgive you..."

Mrs. Xiuge continued: "However, Priest Smith in the church in our neighborhood has been transferred and replaced by a new Priest Eim. Although I am a little embarrassed, I have to admit that Priest Eim's singing and teaching It’s much better than that old Smith who can only drink heavily... This weekend there will be blessing activities in the church, and every believer who goes there can receive a pound of rye bread.”

"A pound of bread?"

Isabella nodded. Although it was not too much for her now, her thrifty habit still made her decide not to miss the blessing ceremony on the weekend.

……

night.

Inside Halsey's Moving Castle.

"Baron Jacques..."

Aaron was thinking while walking in the corridor.

"This nobleman obviously has a connection with the 'Blood of Decline'...and that Loveman didn't come for William, he came to Pulmouth, apparently involved in another conspiracy...Jacques Baron is a clue."

He walked into the hall, found a waiter, explained his purpose, and was immediately led to the third floor of the castle.

While drinking tea and waiting for Halsey to arrive, Aaron was still thinking silently:

"However, it is not acceptable to entrust it directly to Gantis and others. This will most likely expose the fact that I am related to the arson case of the Baron's manor..."

"It's better to package it as a commission and hand it over to those bounty hunters..."

'In this way, even if it is discovered, the Hunter's Bar is just a platform, a platform... There is an obligation to keep the guests secret, and it is really convenient to master the platform. '

Not long after, Halsey and Gantis pushed the door in, with expressions of excitement and apprehension on their faces: "Green, could it be that you have succeeded?"

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