Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 208 The Stalker

In the end, Esther had to help the drunk Mary out of the "Toucan Bar". Fortunately, Mary was not much taller than Esther, otherwise she would be hanging on Esther's head like a sloth up.

Because there were two malicious tails behind her, Esther found a nearby hotel and got in, and asked for a room through her frank communication, but the two tailwalkers didn't follow .

"You're so welcome, just because I'm here, you just pour yourself out..." Esther finally got Mary to lie down on the bed obediently, and then sat on the low sofa next to her, closing her eyes and dozing off helplessly to relax.

She didn't plan to go to bed tonight. Seeing Mary so drunk, Esther didn't know whether to say she was too courageous, or was suffocated by Alexander's "cram school" on the boat.

Anyway, I just stayed in this ordinary hotel for one night, and I can't let Mary go on like this tomorrow.

The crimson moonlight came in from the window, and Esther gradually opened her eyes, and the light spots in her hair quietly floated out, and quickly scattered into the walls of this room.

The vague sense of peeping quickly disappeared.

It feels strange that the other party is not just following us. Someone is using the spirit world to detect our whereabouts?No, my words won't be affected, but Mary doesn't seem to have the means to protect against occult divination, the two of us are acting together...

Esther took off the gloves and saw the dark green light flashing briefly on the feather pattern on the back of her hand. She sighed and put the gloves back obediently.

Fortunately, there was no abnormality after that night. Except for Mary who got up in the middle of her sleep and rolled out of bed crying to go to the bathroom, the rest of the time was quite peaceful.

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"My divination was blocked by the opponent."

The long black curly hair was scattered on the ground. This dark-skinned young man who was obviously a Balam was kneeling respectfully on the ground. He didn't raise his head towards the man sitting on the chair until he heard these words:

"Should we notify the believers to arrest them? Lord 'Pale Hand'?"

The man sitting on the chair has a stern face, without any wrinkles on his face, and his real age cannot be seen, but the man's vicissitudes of life eyes are cold and dark, without light, like a dead person who has no temperature but breathes dead.

When he spoke, his voice was as cold as a corpse: "Secretly investigate, don't rush to contact."

"Two or one of them?"

After two seconds of silence, the man stood up from the chair: "My spirit can't confirm who is more important, so keep an eye on the two."

The young man lowered his head again: "Yes."

"Don't let the ordinary believers know too much, just let them pay attention. There may be clues about the bones of the gods on them, and the royal faction can't be aware of it."

The young man's body trembled violently, but he held back his surprise and curiosity until the figure of the man disappeared from the room, and the coercion that made him chill was gone, and the young man straightened up in awe.

"The remains of the gods..."

His eyes were full of frenzy, and he was so excited that he was filled with tears.

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Jeremiah Carnard took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth carefully. He was used to demanding himself with quite strict etiquette standards, at least to maintain a good appearance.

As for the blood-stained shirts, just change them later. Everyone will take a shower and change clothes before leaving. This is a dinner party rule, and the host has strict requirements for them to conceal their whereabouts.

This "night banquet" is almost coming to an end.

The good-looking young girl who was placed horizontally on the long table was no longer breathing.Jeremiah raised his hands to close her eyelids, blocking the hazel eyes that were almost torn apart by fright. His actions left a few bloodstains on the girl's face, making the already pale face even more pitiful.

Jeremiah looked up at the glass ceiling of the luxurious dining room.

The host family who holds the gathering will deliberately choose sunny weather, open the roof designed as a glass window during the "night banquet", extinguish all the candles, and let the beautiful crimson light embrace all the participants.

The unique red moon is the belief of the participants, but there are exceptions from different denominations, so not everyone will eat.

For example, sitting next to the head seat of the owner's house, the old woman with messy black hair and a haggard face, her unkempt hair was so scruffy that fleas might be hiding there, she was staring at the table with disgusted eyes and continued to seep into it. The blood on the tablecloth, she glanced contemptuously at the several vampires present, including Jeremiah who had just wiped his mouth clean.

This old woman exuded unrestrained malice, she seemed to hate everyone equally, even when the brown-haired middle-aged man at the head of the long table spoke to her, the old woman's viciousness could only increase reduce.

Jeremiah could only hear individual words, most of which were matters within the sect and had nothing to do with him.

Primordial Moon believers do not occupy the right to speak in the school. Jeremiah knows a little history, not much, but it is enough for him to understand the marginal status of his group of members.So even if the master didn't like the old lady even more, they wouldn't say anything about her attitude, and what they discussed were all plans related to the school's actions.

Jeremiah waited silently for the others to stop drinking. The master had nothing to tell them tonight, so he summoned two blood servants.Everyone went to bathe and change according to the usual "night banquet" procedure, and left the banquet hall where the body temperature was getting colder.

However, nearly an hour later, Jeremiah, led by the blood servant, came to the reception room where the master's house was located alone. This place is located underground, which can effectively isolate Balam from the scorching sun during the day.

"You said you wanted to find me alone, what's the matter?"

This middle-aged gentleman had already put on a loose rose-colored robe at this time. His fair complexion and deep and handsome features showed that he was from the Northern Continent. His eyes were scarlet and cold. Smiling but no smile in his eyes.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand, and Jeremiah could smell the bloody smell richer in spiritual power, which made him instinctively swallow the saliva he secreted.

Jeremiah lowered his head, stroked his chest and saluted, not daring to meet the middle-aged man's eyes: "My lord, I met a very strange lady today."

"Oh?"

Jeremiah lowered his head, and he heard the doubts and dissatisfaction of the middle-aged man: "She has a strange smell, which is very different from ordinary people's blood. Although she is quite harmless on the surface, after a short contact Suddenly, I felt a premonition of extreme danger in her."

"There is no shortage of strange people in West Balam. You should be very clear about this, Jeremiah. If it's just such a small matter, you don't need to take up my rest time." The middle-aged man took a sip of the blood in the glass, this Making his lips red, he looked at the young man in front of him with great disapproval.

"But she gave me a very strange feeling, so I activated my spiritual vision and saw light in her."

The movement of the middle-aged man shaking the cup suddenly stopped: "Rainbow."

"Yes, my lord. It's like the fuzzy scene we felt more than a month ago. At that time, everyone received the revelation of the original moon. This is an unprecedented situation..."

The middle-aged man pointed his finger on the armrest, deep in thought.

Of course he remembered that night, two idiots couldn't bear the crimson that was poured down in the prayer room, and in the end he had to deal with them himself, so as not to be discovered by others about the secret meeting he held.

Jeremiah quietly waited for the middle-aged man's next order. He knew that this adult's belief in the primordial moon was not as fanatical as other believers, but Jeremiah also believed that he would not be indifferent.Because each of them has experienced prayer, and they have been bathed in crimson under the gaze of the red moon.

As for those who failed to persevere, being abandoned is also a matter of course.

"Can you recognize her?"

"Her blood smells quite weird, we can easily identify it. I have already remembered her appearance, including the lady who walked with her. I did a little research before participating in the 'Night Banquet', and walked with her The person in question is the pirate on the 'Clover', Mary the 'Brilliant Pearl' with a bounty of fourteen hundred gold pounds."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "This is beyond my expectation. You seem to be very active in this regard, Jeremiah."

"Because I have a hunch that this is a very important matter..."

"You think I don't care about this, do you?" The smile that had been hanging on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, replaced by Frost.

Jeremiah's body trembled suddenly: "I'm sorry, my lord! I didn't mean that at all!"

He didn't even have the guts to say a few more words of explanation, a drop of cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead.

The middle-aged man tapped the goblet with his fingers for a moment, then he drank the cold blood in the cup and smiled again: "But you did nothing wrong, this is indeed something worthy of attention, Especially not to let the people of the Rose School of Thought know..."

Jeremiah breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his body again: "Then what should I do next?"

"I remember you also developed your own blood servant?"

"Yes, my lord, they are both locals."

The middle-aged man put the goblet on the round table at hand: "That's not right, you follow it carefully, and let those two blood servants go to test their background as Extraordinary. Anyway, as long as you give priority to keeping yourself, the blood servants will be more or less powerful." How much, don't care about this loss."

Jeremiah bit his lip and nodded: "I understand."

"Since you have the heart, I will leave this matter to you and behave well."

Hearing this sentence, Jeremiah's eyes immediately ignited greedy frenzy: "I will definitely find out!"

After the ambitious young man of mixed race left, Jeremiah frowned, turning the iron-gray ring on his thumb:

"It's a guy who can't figure out the situation... It's good to have ambition, but if you dedicate yourself too eagerly, it will only become a more usable sacrifice."