At around nine o'clock, the drunken Count Levitt completed a round of socializing at the banquet.
With reddish cheeks and a glass of blood-red Olmir red wine, he hummed a tune and came to a bedroom on the third floor of the villa.
Opening the door, he saw the moving smile of the Witch of Joy as he wished.
"Lily, every time I see your smile, I feel a heartbeat, which makes me regain the vitality I had when I was twenty."
The count took a sip of red wine, sat next to Qi Li, and put his arms around her slender waist.
Qili lay on her side and pressed against the count's chest.
…
This was so enticing that the earl felt a raging fire ignite in his heart, and blood filled his head.
He drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, threw the exquisite goblet on the carpet, and freed his hands to explore the witch's delicate body.
Qili closed her eyes, and a perfect blush gradually appeared on her face, which made the count even more want to stop.
After a while, Qili suddenly pushed the count and said in a disgusted voice:
"Your Majesty, the banquet is not over yet, please stop teasing me now."
When Earl Levitt came back to his senses, he realized that the person in his arms had become disheveled, his pretty face was red, and he was panting.
Just at this glance, he almost fell into it again.
He used great perseverance to restrain the desire to bully her immediately, put the witch in his arms on the bed, and covered her with a quilt thoughtfully.
"You rest for a while, and I'll be with you again in the evening."
The count walked to the door, looked back at the beauty's charm with nostalgia, then closed the door and left.
After he left, the soft gasp in Qili's mouth disappeared immediately.
Lying on the bedside, she stood up and straightened her clothes. Her movements were calm and straightforward, and even the blush on her face quickly faded.
After finishing, Qi Li looked up at the clock on the wall.
It's still a quarter of an hour before ten o'clock at night.
…
When the gunfire rang out, Qili in the room had already completed the decoration.
From her perspective, the entire room was filled with dense invisible threads. The full-length mirror in the room acted as a stand-in for her, lying on the bed, looking lifelike.
When screams came from the hall, she activated her invisibility ability, opened the window and jumped out.
Unlike Varina's step-by-step, slow and cautious stealth style, Qili may be quite confident in the optical invisibility ability of the "Witch", and she moves extremely quickly.
Qili quickly walked from the servant passage to the kitchen and entered the underground ice cellar. Invisible threads spread around, and the search progress soared.
Suddenly, she stumbled forward, and the clothes behind her were torn.
She had just been whipped.
Is it the method of "Spellweaver" Aimilius? ...Hmph, it is indeed here!
Qili frowned, resisting the pain, and approached an ice wall.
Through her vision, she could see that there was something hidden in the ice that was filled with filth and depravity.
She took out a small iron badge from her pocket, wore it on her left chest with a serious expression, and then reached out to activate "Steal".
"Snapped!"
A palm-sized mirror made of pure black jade, frozen in blood, fell into her hand.
At the same time, an invisible sharp blade passed through, cutting Qili's body into two pieces.
With a "click", the fallen body turned into two broken wands, and Qili herself reappeared three steps away, her face becoming quite pale.
This is the witch's "wand substitute"!
Obviously, the methods left by the demigods were not easy to resist. Even if there were special countermeasures and even if the "Wand Substitute" was activated in time, Qili still suffered serious injuries.
She pursed her lips, put away the wand that was broken into two pieces on the ground, and disappeared again.
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"ah!!!"
"Someone is dead, someone is dead!"
"ah!!!"
"The dead person is Baron Bradley. Has anyone seen the murderer?"
"ah!!!"
The men's calm exchanges and the women's panicked screams mixed together, causing the atmosphere in the banquet hall to become chaotic.
After all, without knowing who the murderer is, no one can be sure that they will not become the next victim.
What's more, because the gas flow has decreased, the lights in the hall are no longer bright.
This will provide considerable convenience for the murderer to kill again!
As the guests were on guard, preventing others from approaching them, and fighting for a safe space for themselves, the chaos in the hall was steadily and faster sliding towards the uncontrollable abyss.
"Silence!"
"stop!"
"Follow the arrangements, and the count will ensure everyone's safety!"
The person who saved the crisis at such a critical moment was Count Levitt's Extraordinary bodyguard, a Sequence 9 "arbitrator".
He used his majestic voice and calm tone to bring the guests back to their senses.
Under the arrangements of him and a member of the Punisher, the guests moved in an orderly manner and were divided into men on the left and women on the right on one side of the hall, keeping a small distance from each other, thus restoring order to the scene.
Then, he gave an order for all the servants to gather to the other side of the hall to find out the truth.
…
When "Student Reasoning" Corvo rushed to the gas leak, the flames had already been extinguished.
The "Mariner" team member who was in charge of patrolling outside at that time arrived before him and used a wind-control charm to press the leaked gas back into the pipe and cut off the foundation of the flame.
Corvo asked while looking around:
"Did you see anything?"
"Did you notice anything unusual during your inspection?"
"I need to think about it carefully," the teammate controlled the wind with one hand and pointed to a corner not far away with the other hand. "Go over there and help me close the pipe valve. The power of the spell has begun to weaken."
Corvo frowned slightly, but still chose to help.
Of course, while moving, his eyes were always wandering around, trying to find clues from inconspicuous details.
When he turned off the valve and came back, he heard his teammates say:
"Look here, this is the gap left by being pierced with a sharp blade. There must have been a sound at that time!"
"Let me think about it...yes, it must be time to rotate!"
"The timing of our rotations is so regular...that guy must have been patiently observing for a long time."
"Is that all?" Corvo was a little disappointed with this answer.
The teammate looked stunned and was about to nod, but suddenly an idea flashed and he said urgently: "Direction!"
"The direction to escape!"
"That person must have fled towards the side where the flames were away from the villa, covering his tracks with the rising flames!"
Corvo nodded and said no more.
I have already thought of what you said, and I also discovered the man's movement route... But these can't help me catch up with him immediately.
