In the garden at 172 Tulip Street in Conston, Lucid ended his "psychic".

With a green face, she slowly opened her eyes.

This is too ridiculous...

Concentrated, she looked around, looked for a shovel, and dig everywhere at will.

After a while, Lucid gritted his teeth while looking at the bones under the gratifying flower garden.

The anger in her heart began to rise involuntarily, giving her a feeling of blood divergence.

The lush flowerbeds in this huge garden looked so dazzling at the moment.

It seems that under the thriving grass and trees, what is buried is monstrous evil.

At this moment, Lucid's heart was cold, and his intention to obtain the "happiness" formula was temporarily forgotten.

"Jazz"!

The culprit responsible for all this!

Judging from the information obtained in the "psychic", this so-called "jazz" should be just a code name, a handsome middle-aged man.

And his true identity should be a sequence 7-point "vampire".

And this No. 172 Tulip Street is his "restaurant".

Although I don't know why this "vampire" has a relationship with the "Viscount Lady Legos", these are not important.

Lucid was about to tear his face.

Go to the "happiness" of tm!

This so-called "Jazz", she will kill someone!

As her eyes rolled, her figure slowly disappeared into the night.

Although he has made up his mind, it is undoubtedly irrational to come to the door hastily.

First of all, the "vampire" of Sequence 7 is undoubtedly a difficult target, and it is difficult to destroy without sufficient preparation.

Secondly, the current environment is not suitable either.

God knows if there are any other transcendents in this ghost place.

Lucid didn't want to go to "throw a brick to attract jade" in person, if a group of extraordinary people came out, wouldn't it be a home delivery?

So it must be considered long-term.

The memory of the vampire is blurred, and she can't recall more clues from the memory, but this does not mean that she can't make some preparations for the "jazz".

The first is the preparation of the environment. Judging from the name alone, Lucid suspects that he has the ability to fly.

The hands-on environment cannot choose an open-air place to prevent him from slipping away.

Secondly, creatures with evil attributes like vampires should be more afraid of magical techniques in the purification domain.

Then you can consider it from this perspective.

Lucid has items in the "purification" realm.

This is still a spell exchanged with other members of the official Transcendent squad in Tingen.

Although there is no "eternal blazing sun" church in Luen, it is not difficult to obtain a certain amount of "sun" domain spells through the channels of "mechanical heart".

"What should I do?"

In the night, Lucid was lost in thought.

It is necessary to find another place to do it. She doesn't want to test the depth of No. 172 Tulip Street in person.

Leading the snake out of the hole is a good way.

And in his own hands, he has this suitable "bait."

The mirror that Viscount Legos gave her!

Slowly, a plan was gradually perfected in her heart...

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The next day, a somewhat desolate man walked into No. 172 Tulip Street nervously, holding a mirror in his hand.

After a short while, a carriage hurried out and galloped to another place.

In the car, the silver-haired man in a long black dress closed his eyes tightly and was silent with no expression on his face.

The place he was going was Conston's prison.

Although this sudden call for help was vaguely strange, it was too urgent to think about it.

What's more, it was a place like a prison, which made him relax his vigilance a bit.

That's right, the location Lucid chose was in the cell of Conston Prison.

Relying on the influence of "instigation", she "entered" the prison quite smoothly, and successfully fooled a passerby to help with the conversation.

During this period, Lucid also placed a spell in the "purification" realm in various inconspicuous places in her cell.

As soon as "Jazz" arrives, everything will be fine!

She was not too worried about whether the little mirror could lead out "Jazz".

After all, Sequence 5 has an almost overwhelming advantage over Sequence 7. From a common sense, this "jazz" should undoubtedly be a subordinate of "Viscount Legos".

Seeing a small mirror as a "credential" should be more caring, right?

But that being said, she didn't look good after smelling the stench of bone gangrene in the cell.

Ordinary people smell uncomfortable odors, and when they arrive at Lucid, they become more and more intensified, and the degree is doubled with her "superior sense of smell".

too difficult!

Just when Lucid was about to reach her limit, she finally heard the long-awaited footsteps.

"coming!"

Slightly squinting her eyes, she quickly ran through the plan in her mind to make sure nothing went wrong.

After being "sleepy" in this prison for a long time, she hadn't seen any patrolling jailer~lightnovelpub.net~ so she was sure that the footsteps had something to do with her.

"Ugh……"

With a quiet sigh, Lucid shook his head.

The expected "divination" did not happen, which made her feel quite a bit disadvantaged.

This is different from the situation in front of the "Viscount Legos" that day. If there is a "witch" who wants to use divination to confirm what happened, she wouldn't mind twisting the divination object.

For a witch or something, you should look directly at the "moon".

Just as she was thinking about it, the footsteps outside the cell became clearer and clearer.

"Humhhhhh..."

After blinking, she couldn't help but wonder.

This is just the sound of a person's footsteps, not as she expected.

"It stands to reason that it should be the footsteps of two people? Could it be that this so-called "jazz" is so powerful that he can distract the jailer?"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lucid waited silently.

This is a good situation for your own plan, and one less person would be better.

Not long after, a figure caught Lucid's eyes.

"..."

After blinking, she felt quite miscalculated.

The one in front of me is not someone else, it's just a fate...

jailer.

It seems that this time I made a fuss and made myself passionate.

It seems that this should be just an ordinary patrol, but the interval is a bit long...

Fighting wits and courage with air is the most deadly.

Rolling his eyes, Lucid sat down in disappointment and continued to endure the stench of the surrounding environment.

But at this moment, the jailer who came to her cell spoke up:

"You are free, come out."

"What?"

Lucid was dumbfounded.

This is completely different from what was expected.

This is how to do?