People finally got used to Tarot's arrival, and the noisy crowd gradually calmed down.

The reporters who were invited to enter were only from a few major newspapers, so the garden became much quieter.

People found their seats in the open-air venue and started chatting with those around them.

Sean was also able to meet Moonlight, and the two chatted in low voices about what they found in the venue.

"Did you understand what he was going to do?" Sean asked.

Moonlight shook her head regretfully: "What I can know is that he must be planning something, but I still don't know what it is."

Behind the moonlight, Ivan shook his head with cold eyes.

Even Ivan, who is a master of secret arts, can't spy anything, they really can only adapt to the situation.

However, Olivia, who had been lurking on the periphery, suddenly said, "Sean, I have some discoveries here."

Sean, who was a little depressed, stood up straighter: "What?"

"Within the range of the golden rose, the flow of the spiritual net is somewhat unnatural."

The underground spiritual network, the large-scale spiritual power network constructed by the Newlander Mystery Seekers Association with the help of some ancient existing vein, is that it realizes various basic functions including the Mystery Seeker Poker.

The spiritual net is spread all over the territory of New Zealand. Usually, observing the shape of the spiritual net, one can see some hidden clues.

"The flow of the spiritual net is obviously blocked from the mansion." Olivia's voice sounded in Sean's heart, "Obviously, Bill's mansion is deliberately hiding something."

Hearing what Olivia said, Sean was a little uncertain about paying attention.

After all, there are mechanisms for isolating the spirit nets in the mansions of many important figures.

Questor bodyguards will most likely place shields on their clients to ensure that the lives of their protected targets are not subject to undue prying eyes.

The blocking of the spirit net may hint at Bill's plan, or it may not reveal much meaning.

In order to seduce Ms. Taro, rather than setting up some kind of large-scale mechanism in the mansion, Sean is more willing to believe that Bill may use some kind of strange mysterious inheritance to capture the soul of the lady to force the rich The widow falls in love with herself.

At this time, most of the guests in the park found their seats. Ms. Taro sat next to Mr. Donald who had been taking good care of him. The stocky Donald was talking in Taro's ear. Taro's eyes Sometimes it freezes and sometimes turns, obviously listening carefully.

As the host, Bill did not accompany the distinguished guests at this moment, but began to coordinate and arrange the next link.

Before the banquet began, Bill planned a charity auction.

Celebrities present will take out their art collections for auction, and all proceeds from the auction will be donated to Ms. Taro's charitable foundation.

Bill was making the final preparations for the auction. After confirming that everything was in order, the tall man with a charming smile on his face walked to the podium and began to give a welcome speech to the people, and introduced today's auction. And the purpose of the banquet... Of course, there was no stinging compliment to Talo herself and what she had done.

"...Before the auction starts, I hope to invite Ms. Taro to say a few words about today's banquet—after all, she is the protagonist of today!"

Taro in the audience showed some unexpected expressions, but the loud applause forced her to stand up with a smile, and walked towards the podium amidst the applause...

During this process, Sean suddenly understood something - Bill would not use any insidious means on such occasions.

He was more likely to attack Talo during the afternoon banquet, or even in the alone time after the banquet.

During this turbulent time, Bill didn't have a chance to make a move, and they didn't need to be too nervous.

After inviting Taro to the podium, Bill stepped aside and led the audience to give applause to this well-known philanthropist.

Talo responded with a "praise" smile to the applause, breathed softly into the microphone, and her gesture of speaking made the applause gradually calm down.

"I'm very glad to be able to come to this legendary place today—the place that sings every night, in Bill's mansion on Long Island..."

Tarot turned to look at Bill, who was smiling brightly. The latter waved his hand, showing a shameful expression, and the guests also laughed.

"I remember my mother once told me that I live here alone..." Talo, who was talking eloquently, stopped abruptly.

At first, the guests thought there was something wrong with the microphone, but only Sean and the others realized that something was wrong.

When they saw Ms. Taro's confident and relaxed eyes, they suddenly became confused and shocked.

Her emerald green eyes looked towards the gate of the mansion beyond the dark audience.

Then, as if she saw something huge and incomparable, her eyes kept in the distance and moved slowly in one direction, as if she was using her eyes to outline the horizon.

In the end, her astonished gaze fell on Bill's face: "You bastard..."

Sean also noticed something was wrong, he saw a very strange smile on Bill's face—

It was an indescribable expression mixed with madness. Bill was trembling slightly. Under the mask of his iconic smile, his face was flushed red and his forehead was bulging—not so much that he was smiling, but that he Seems to be in some kind of unhealthy ecstasy.

"You bastard!" Talo's expression was completely distorted. The huge change happened almost at this time.

The guests started screaming inexplicably. Sean noticed that among the panicked guests, the ordinary faces of several people suddenly changed into masks of various colors.

Sean recognized two of them, the agent of the dead that he saw in the Brooklyn Bridge subway station that day, and the Styx coin picker.

In addition, he smelled a bleak and corrupt smell.

As if the damp maple leaves connected to the sky were completely rotten, the mighty wind swept this smell into the sky, and the strong smell of corruption seemed to materialize, rising from the soil in an absolutely standard circle along the wall of Bill's mansion~www. lightnovelpub.net~Although the smell of corruption is not quite the same, it is very close to the breath of harvesting life and death of "Genor the Creator".

A relic of an ancient folk belief seems to be buried beneath Bill's mansion!

Tarot's long and slender fingers gripped the podium tightly. She has completely lost that kind of elegance and composure. Her hair is loose, and a kind of pure green crystal energy is constantly radiating from her body. The terrifying relics that spread throughout the entire mansion seem to be coming to an end. It is the source of suppressing and balancing her at this moment.

Taro glared at Long Island Bill, her eyes seemed to bleed.

The eight explorers who had been hiding in the crowd swarmed up to the podium against the fleeing crowd.

Standing beside the terrifying Ms. Taro, Bill still had that crazy smile on his face:

"Ms. Taro, I've never been in your story—until today.

"Long Island Bill's party has been waiting for you...