In the Jorwood area, in a house near the Tasock River.

The figure of "Resentful Soul" Steve jumped out of a mirror. He first condensed into a solid body, and then adjusted his clothes. Only then did he respectfully say to the empty room: "Your Excellency Zatwin, I'm from a The witch got an important piece of information."

As soon as his voice fell, a figure was quickly outlined on the piano bench not far behind him.

This figure wears a black clergy robe, and a black glove on the left palm. His face is thin, his skin is brown, his eyes are sunken as if a corpse, and his beard roots are black and white, spreading from the sides of his mouth to the ears. However, they are not dense, they are quite short, and they appear to be scattered.

The eyes of this man named Zatwin were similar to his skin color, he was light brown, he had the temperament of a priest, but he was cold and terrifying, and he seemed to be perverted in silence. He gave Steve a cold look. , Asked:

"What news? About Sharon and Maric?"

Obviously the body of a resentful soul, Steve was still a little bit cold. Fortunately, he managed to control himself with difficulty, and cautiously replied: "It's news from the Storm Church. They may use that one in the near future. '1' level sealed artifact."

Zatwin sketched the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and said with a sneer: "Oh, the witch's little trick. She wants me to hold the Holy One of the Storm Church so that she can do things easily."

"Then do you want to refuse her?" Although Steve asked, he didn't think that the saint in front of him would refuse, because the sealed artifact was something he could not find.

Sure enough, Steve soon heard Zat grin coldly and say: "Why refuse? If that sealed artifact does appear, I will naturally **** it, but it won't hold the tyrant as she wishes. Demi god."

"But that sealed object...or the'cursed object' should have strong divination and anti-divination abilities. That witch may not be able to calculate it..." Steve reminded.

"I am more familiar with the'cursed object' than you, so I don't need you to remind it. It is indeed powerful, but the cost of using it is not small! The '1' level sealed object? If you really use all its abilities , The price that needs to be paid is afraid that it can be directly set to '0' level. So the'punisher' must not dare to lift all the seals, that witch has a chance at least."

Zatwin stopped at this point, seemingly unwilling to reveal more to Steve.

"This matter is not in a hurry, that witch will not act rashly in a short time... The most important thing now is to hunt down Sharon and Maric, have you found their whereabouts?" Zatwin changed the subject and asked.

"Behind the two Sharons, there seems to be a demigod who is good at prophesying covering their whereabouts. We can only find them a little bit by investigation." Steve replied embarrassedly.

"A demigod who is good at prophecy..." Zatwin groaned for a while, and then solemnly said: "I allow you to pray to the mother tree for the ceremony. I believe this will bring you enlightenment."

"Yes, sir." Steve responded with joy.

...

Friday, August 3.

Abner just woke up, and before she could get up, she was suddenly touched spiritually.

He stretched out his hand and took out two charms from under the pillow, held them in his hands, and turned on his spiritual vision to look out. I saw a bird with illusory silver-white feathers standing on the windowsill with a letter in its mouth, tilting his head and looking at him with scarlet eyes.

Abner breathed a sigh of relief because he recognized this little bird, which was the messenger of Viscount Karen of the blood clan.

"Silica." Abner beckoned to it, and took out a bottle of "Amanda" dew that had been prepared before from the bedside cabinet, unscrewed the bottle cap, and a quiet and charming scent immediately drifted away. Open.

He remembered that Viscount Karen had said before that his messenger "Silica" liked this taste the most.

The little bird moved as soon as the bottle cap was opened. It flapped its wings, and its figure immediately appeared above the pure dew of "Amanda", and then the fragrance that filled the air suddenly disappeared, all Concentrated around the bird's body.

Abner ignored the "messenger"'s enjoyment. He took the other party's letter without any trouble. After confirming that there were no traps with the "white eyes", he opened the envelope and read it.

The content of the letter was not much, but it was to inform him that Judy had already met Talim, and conveyed the request to meet Lina the "Witch" to the big man behind the other party. The two parties have agreed to meet at a hunting ground in the northern suburbs on Sunday afternoon. Finally, Karen asked if he wanted to go with him.

Abner put down the letter, lowered his head and thought for a moment, but decided not to go. Although Prince Edsac behind Talim is still upright, it is hard to guarantee that he will not help the witch in an ambush...

Let the "Desert" take this risk, and just wait for the news later...

Thinking about this, Abner took out a pen and paper to send a letter back to Karen, and after stating that he had something to do on Sunday, he described in detail what he had learned at the funeral yesterday.

After he folded the letter paper and put it in a new envelope, the bird "Silica" also happened to jump out of the bottle of "Amanda" pure dew. It first happily nodded its head at Abner, indicating that it was satisfied, and then picked up a reply. The illusory silver-white wings fluttered and disappeared.

...

In the North District, a single-family house rented by Hugh and Fors.

Hugh watched her friend put on that beige long dress with a ruffled collar again, and couldn't help but stroke her forehead, saying:

"Forsi, are you planning to wear this to the "Daily Observer" dance party? You must have at least one dress!"

As a former noble lady, Hugh actually knew much more about the etiquette of various occasions than Fors.

Forsi looked down at himself ~lightnovelpub.net~ and said in a puzzled manner: "It's nothing wrong, right? I have participated in several dance parties before, and I didn't feel anything wrong."

"But this time there will be a big person coming to the ball. I am afraid that you will be strictly checked by the security personnel of MI9... I guess you don't want to be the focus of the ball because of being censored." Hugh pointed to his own security. Said the uniform.

"Then what should I do? It's too late to buy it now...or should I not go at all? Well, this is a really good idea." Forsi frowned first, then his eyes lit up.

"I really can't do it with you..." Xio shook his head helplessly, then turned back to his room, and took out a set of blue and white exquisite dresses with intricate and delicate lace from the box.

"You try this one?" Hugh said after passing the dress to Fors.

Forsi tried it on, and found that although it was a little tight, it still fits well. He couldn't help but ask strangely: "Why do you have a dress that fits my size?"

Hugh took a complicated look at his friend and said, "That was originally a gift my father prepared for my adulthood in advance when I was a child..." Unfortunately, I didn't grow to the height that my father expected.