Mystic Holy See

"Oh?"

Aldrich's eyes narrowed, he really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here.

On the second floor, which was like a flower petal, a thin, tall and thin man sat down gracefully and nodded to the other nobles around him.

There were two people behind him, a young man in a deacon uniform and a burly man in armor.

"The dress is very similar to the two people Sunderland met." Aldridge remembered that the two people who were killed on the spot that night were almost identical except for their appearance.

If it is a recruited Extraordinary, they will hardly have the same outfit, because everyone has different Extraordinary abilities and needs different equipment.

It seems that the Alendine family has some kind of 'mysterious' cultivation channel, and the level is not low, at least rank 3 has appeared.

Rank 4, maybe there is.

It's interesting that Ophelia Arendine doesn't have these people beside her.

It is said that Tywalon Arendine has the least sense of existence. How can Ophelie be any better?

The Marquis gave her economic power, but did not give her the core things. This whetstone has grown to the current scale by its own ability.

Aldridge glanced around, but didn't see Ophelia's shadow, maybe because he wasn't interested, or maybe he didn't want to appear in front of someone.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure moved and disappeared near the ceiling.

……

In the luxurious lounge in the background, the staff are busy.

In front of a mirror with a golden frame, an elegant and beautiful lady is sitting on a brown leather seat, and a middle-aged woman in her 40s is confirming her makeup.

She was wearing a silver off-the-shoulder dress embellished with sparkling gemstones, which was gorgeous and elegant.

The long black hair was tied into flowers, revealing a slender, white and tender neck like a swan, and a necklace composed of red, blue and diamond gems was decorated on it.

With a delicate face and a slender figure, everyone who has seen her has to say that this is a woman who is infinitely close to perfection.

After confirming that the makeup was correct, the makeup artist quietly retired, leaving only her and a girl dressed as a maid in the lounge.

Claudia quietly looked at her perfect self in the mirror, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Bang."

The sound of pushing the door recalled that a burly man in a suit and waistcoat strode in, with slightly curly hair and a handsome face.

"Tracy, leave." The man said with a smile, and the maid left the room with a slight bow and closed the door.

"Ma'am, how is your state?" The man opened his hands and asked exaggeratedly.

"Not bad." Claudia frowned slightly, exhaling like blue.

Her voice was the one that was kissed by God, and it was numb.

The man walked closer, leaned on the dressing table in front of the mirror, and said with a smile, "When today is over, you can have another half-year vacation, which is really enviable."

Claudia looked at him and said, "I don't need a vacation, it doesn't matter how many more performances you have, as long as you are willing to accompany me."

"Cough," the man interrupted her with a cough, slightly embarrassed, "Claudia, we talked."

"Okay." Claudia nodded lightly and closed her eyes.

The man sighed in distress. Perhaps in the eyes of everyone in the empire, it is a blessing to be seen and liked by the 'Empire Nightingale'...

That's right, it's true, and he wouldn't think it's disgusting or unspeakable, but the problem is, he's already married!

The child is six years old, and she is a beautiful little princess.

He can responsibly say to everyone in this world that he loves his wife and never has any thoughts of betrayal.

But, this lady who is called perfect never cares about that.

Perhaps, when he excavated her from the slum, it was destined to be a complicated and twisted fate.

The man put aside his complicated thoughts and talked about other things: "There are two things, Ophelie Allentine... that is, the second lady of the Marquis of Allentine sent a message that someone might be assassinated tonight. You, the news comes from a lawful organization."

"This is not the first time." Claudia opened her eyes and said without any disturbance.

The man smiled wryly and said, "I can't cancel the show, I tried my best to arrange the Beyonder guards."

Claudia didn't care, she never really encountered danger under the protection of this man, and this time there will be no exception.

"Another thing, Angelo Alentin invited you to dinner," the man said.

"Should I go?" Claudia opened her eyes and asked softly.

The man was silent for a long time, then affirmed, "No."

Claudia laughed, picturesquely, and said casually, "Then don't go."

"I heard that his relationship with Ophelia Arendine is very strange," the man explained calmly. "They just released their kindness to us..."

His words were interrupted by the lady who stood up suddenly. Claudia's tall figure made her very aura.

Her red lips were slightly hooked, her firm and blurred eyes looked directly at the man's twinkling eyes, and she said softly, "Ban, admit it, you can't bear me."

"I didn't..." Ben immediately retorted, but the lady covered his mouth.

"You go out." The lady sat down again and closed her eyes again.

The man hesitated for a few seconds and said, "There are guards all around."

Then went out.

He stood at the door for a while, then shook his head and left.

……

Aldridge has dispersed into a stream of black and gold particles, wandering through the gaps in all directions of the stage, and expanding the range a little bit.

Just now, his 'spirit' caught a somewhat loosely concealed 'spirit' appearing nearby.

Rather than making the other party fully prepared to make a sudden move, it is better to eliminate the hidden dangers before the performance starts.

When Aldridge got under the stage, he finally found his target——

It was a man in a black-gold robe and a white mask.

The overall shape is very similar to the crane cloak~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but there are still some differences.

"Heh... that's a real trick." Aldridge sneered silently.

That auction was definitely mixed up with stinky rats, that man named Angelo Arendine... Sure enough, he lived up to his 'reputation'.

If it's not just in case, it is estimated that he will have to discard the crane cloak after tomorrow. This is simply an insult!

The black gold particles slide silently, and then burst out!

A dozen bunches of black gold particles spun into sharp spears, and when the man reacted, he had already stabbed him out more than a dozen holes.

"Ho! Ho..."

His throat was destroyed, he couldn't make a sound, and he died without even using his extraordinary abilities.

"Maybe it's more than this." The black and gold particles that Aldridge turned into wandered around the space below the stage, and then flowed away to other places.

If it is for the purpose of framing, there is no need for a successful assassination, as long as the costume of the pretender can be seen by everyone, so there are not too many such people.

Wait... Aldridge suddenly thought, if he really wants to frame the crime and arrange for a pretender, why should he write the entrustment to us!

Isn't this stunned by the grass?

Angelo Arendine can't be that stupid!

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