At the 'Aphasia' bar, Sylvia walked out of the bar door and saw the beggar sitting and lying next to him. Thinking of her mission, she kicked him awake.
The beggar thought that the bar was cleaning up the garbage and threw it out. He quickly stood up and found that a young man in his twenties was looking at him jokingly. He became angry and punched Sylvia. Sylvia kicked the beggar down sideways and said condescendingly:
"Squatting here all day long might starve to death one day, or be driven around like a lost dog. Don't you have anything to say?"
Sylvia saw this man squatting here when he came, but he didn't expect that he was still there now. An almost instinctive thought came to his mind, and he simply instigated a cannon fodder to find a way forward for him.
The beggar said angrily, "It's none of your business."
"Looking at how thin you are, have you been driven away and suppressed? Or have you been betrayed and deceived by your friends?" Sylvia saw some bruises on the beggar's hands and feet, and the skin under his clothes was fairer, maybe from just now. Fallen soon.
"Don't you want revenge? If you close your eyes, won't those images torture you? If you want revenge, just follow me." After Sylvia left, the beggar sat back, his eyes wandering, thinking about something.
Sylvia didn't pay too much attention to it. If he looked for more people, a few would come. The thought of finding the task of escaping a traitor and a special person was a bit overwhelming. It felt like that special person should be able to kill me casually, but he had to do it for the sake of subsequent promotion. This was one of the reasons why he wanted to find cannon fodder.
He took out the pocket watch in his pocket. There was only one pointer on the watch, which kept swinging slightly in one direction. "It looks like it's probably over there." Sylvia followed the guidance.
It was a rare occasion for Voss to come to see Celia off to Pulitzer University today, mainly because his uncle asked him to come, and the two families lived close to each other.
Scattered students were coming in and out at the school gate, and there were some small vendors and coffee shops nearby. A young-looking man wearing a formal suit and a top hat also walked in pushing a bicycle. This makes Voss a little strange. Isn't it uncomfortable and weird to ride a bike dressed like this?
Celia greeted the man "Good morning, Professor Aloysius."
"Good morning, Celia, who is this gentleman?"
"Hello, professor, I am..." Voss didn't finish his sentence.
"He is my soon-to-be fiancé, Voss Frederic Brudenell, you can just call him Voss." Celia said quickly, this is what she came back for, and she couldn't work harder.
"Are you sure? I'll go in first. I'll have my class later." Aloysius smiled and walked in quickly.
"This teacher doesn't look like a local, and his accent is a bit unfamiliar," Voss said casually.
"Professor Aloysius seems to be a scholar from Lundberg, the capital of knowledge. There is nothing strange about the exchanges of scholars between universities. Have you suffered from an occupational disease again?"
"It's okay to be careful. After all, you're here too."
"Hi Celia, what a coincidence."
The familiar voice, if Celia heard it correctly, should be Pulitzer One, Juris and a few others, who were just knocking, don't bother her. The others from behind, Yuris, caught up, but the leader, Yuris, was a little tired and no longer as radiant as before.
Juris, who came up, saw Voss next to him clearly, and his expression changed. Theo and Otley behind him were also stunned for a moment, but Rick was the only one who didn't understand.
"Morning! Yuris." Voss said
"Good morning, Voss, long time no see."
"Didn't we meet at the last dinner? How long ago." Voss obviously didn't like the playboy in front of him. He kept coming to pester his sister Mary. It is estimated that Celia was also harassed by him.
"Really..." Yuris was a little embarrassed.
Celia took Vos's hand and said, "Yuris, I'm getting engaged to Vos. Remember not to be absent."
"Really? Congratulations." Yuris said as he returned to his usual self.
Celia took Voss away from here and walked towards a teaching building. Yuris and the others continued walking towards their goal, and Theo said, "Yuris, it seems you have little chance."
"I hate him very much. He always comes to obstruct me. I just need to stay away from him when I see him in the future." Yuris said a little sadly.
"Even without him, Earl Brudenell would not agree with you and Mary. He knows very well." Theo doesn't know who he said this to.
"Let's go, just wait and see."
The few people walked leisurely. Rick was still a little confused because he had not seen the person just now. That person actually made the men in front of him lose their temper. After hearing about Earl Brudenell, most of his doubts disappeared. No more, you still have to use magic to defeat magic.
Oatley on the side saw that Rick had some doubts and took the initiative to say: "That man just now is the nephew of Earl Brudenell. It's normal that you don't know."
"Thank you for your answer, Ottley."
"It's nothing between friends. Is there any news?"
"It should be available tonight. I saw her sending a girl to Chenham Academy this morning."
Oatley patted Rick and said, "It's rare to be so concerned about Juris. We all like you as a friend."
Inside a room in a seedy bar on East Shik Street. Herminia, wrapped in a white robe, sat on the sofa opposite Sadie, with a few wet drops hanging from her golden hair.
"You don't need to do this. It's too dangerous. What if there is a high-sequence expert in their family and they are discovered."
"Don't worry, I know how to proceed step by step. By the time they find out, we won't be able to find us. And I won't go to their homes. If I don't deal with them, some of the preliminary plans will not be implemented. I will use my identity as an employee to enter Pulitzer For university students, it’s easy to find someone, but it’s difficult to get the token back without disturbing people, and we need to know the exact location of the token.”
"Be careful, don't do anything, don't appear in the eyes of their family, they are all watching." Sadie warned.
"I won't be that stupid, and the aura of God is not easily seen." Herminia played with the center pendant and smiled.
After Hermione sent the two sisters to school, she received a task. She came to the single-family building and said to the policeman leading the way, "Wait outside first. I'll tell you to come in."
Hermione walked directly to the floor of the room where the accident occurred. Recently, there have been more and more abnormal incidents. Something important was about to happen. Hermione had a headache when she thought about it, so she stopped thinking about it. The end is coming soon, so It's normal, and I have forgotten what the end of the world will be. It seems that I can't let myself remember it now.
There was indeed an aura of erosion inside. Hermione manipulated the spider silk to open the separate door lock on the floor, and condensed a layer of ice wall in front.
"I heard it, I heard God's response. God really does exist in this world."
A shadow appeared in front of the ice wall. There was an evil spirit here. No wonder people outside couldn't open the door. Fortunately, they didn't let it out.
"Of course there are gods in this world! You can rest in peace."
Hermione quickly broke the ice wall and walked towards the evil spirit. The evil spirit kept floating around in the corridor inside. When she heard this answer, she jumped towards Hermione very excitedly.
"Finally someone understands me, come and accompany me!"
A burst of murmurs made Hermione feel dazed for a moment. The evil spirit stopped its urge to get close to Hermione and began to become crazy, spinning around on the wall.
"What a beautiful sound!"
Hermione calmed down. She didn't expect that this thing could actually affect her. It seemed that no ordinary evil god responded to him.
"Did God tell you that voice? What's His name?" Hermione was a little curious and turned into a little expert in committing suicide.
The evil spirit flew back after admiring himself for a while, and his outline in life could still be barely seen.
"Of course, He is the Voice of God, He is the incarnation of all sounds, He is the listener of all secret words, He is..."
Hermione's scalp was numb at the moment, feeling that something was about to come to her body, and that mystical thread was about to connect to her. Hermione's right hand burned with black flames and slapped away the evil spirit. The brand in her body lit up, coupled with her own passive protection and the gray-white mist that passed in front of her eyes, she finally shielded herself, and the danger disappeared immediately.
Chike in the star world somewhere opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura filled the air, blocking out the sounds.
'This evil spirit is really a trap, specializing in fishing here. 'Hermione touched her body, almost becoming a mother, or becoming a puppet of the evil god.
After a simple dispersing ritual, Hermione burned it again with black flames to ensure that the evil spirits would die again after they died. The door opened, and Hermione walked through the compartment and came inside. A body fell on the floor, decomposed beyond recognition.
The tables and chairs around him remained as they were, and a few candles were placed under the corpse. Hermione quickly discovered the source of the corrosive aura, a conch carving in her hand.
Hermione took out a transparent glass bottle, engraved a few black symbols on it, pulled the conch into the bottle and sealed it. He sprinkled purple powder in his hand to remove the remaining aura from the corpse and surrounding areas, and ignited another layer of black flame to clear it away.
Looking at the small conch inside, if this thing is used well, it can probably kill a lot of mid- to low-sequence Beyonders!
'It's done, I guess it's another unlucky guy who prayed to the evil god. He died and was used to fish here. Fortunately, I'm here, and I'm the only one who listens to what it says. 'Hermione muttered something and walked out, why didn't anyone pray to her? After a few words with the police outside, I went to pick up the child and go home.
