The red brandy-nosed man rushed to a safe within a few steps where he then took out a radio transceiver and a codebook from a secret compartment.

He crouched there and transcoded the incident that happened to Charlie Raker. Then, he started to send the telegram.

Meanwhile, in the house above the Raker bookstore, a brown-skinned maid rolled up her sleeves and poured an indigo-blue liquid on her left arm.

Her skin around the spot immediately changed colors, but under the indigo-blue colors, there were wisps of black light extending out like threadworms.

These black beams of light quickly manifested a strange, palm-sized face. Its eyes were as tiny as rice grains, and its mouth was as wide as a tea plate.

“Charlie Raker has had an accident,” the maid enunciated each word while looking at the face on her arm.

Every word she said seemed to have its own shape, forming an indigo-blue bodied entity like her mouth and arm.

Immediately following that, the words that seemed to be written began to intertwine as they were enveloped by smoke of the same color.

At this moment, the strange face on the maid’s arm slowly opened its mouth and sucked in the indigo-blue smoke and text.

All the abnormalities vanished, other than the patch of skin on the maid’s arm remaining an indigo-blue color.

In the darkness outside the window, a tiny, ordinary bat flapped its wings, changing its motionless state and flying off to some unknown location.

On another street that was less than 500 meters away from the Raker’s bookstore, in the air above a restaurant that specialized in Southern Continent cuisine.

Tiny bats flew out from the darkness and gathered together, forming thick smoke.

The smoke and bat appeared incorporeal and disappeared in the blink of an eye. All that was left behind was a man wearing a tuxedo without the corresponding hat.

This man was thin, tall, and upright. He had light-colored hair that was nearly silver in color. His eyes were bright red like blood as though blood was hidden within. He was none other than Sanguine Earl, Mistral.

He raised his left hand with the ghostly-blue gem ring and touched the slightly exaggerated bow tie. He looked down at the restaurant that had already closed and said, “Both pieces of intel eventually led here.”

As soon as Mistral finished speaking, a figure appeared in front of him, wearing a black regal dress and a bonnet. She had light blonde hair and blue eyes, and her face was pale like a rather intricate doll.

The trees on the street below suddenly swayed gently as the light from the gas lamps flashed.

“A Puppet.” Earl Mistral nodded slightly and acknowledged Sharron’s status and level.

ignored him and looked at the second floor of

are remnants of Mother Tree of Desire

in midair and nodded towards the darkest

before a pair of wings covered in dark-colored skin and countless patterns suddenly extended out of the darkness. It extended out, turning broader and bigger,

darkness, as though it had been

nor did he attack directly. He took out a bronze box embedded with many ruby

transparent glass sphere that resembled

glass

glint in the darkness as it constantly changed directions and moved towards something in the air as though

landed in a room on the

white light exploded. It was as if a “sun” had risen in the room, illuminating everything. It made all the

closed his eyes, suddenly frowned and let

didn’t feel any resistance from

from above, leveled her gaze. Although there wasn’t much of a change in her expression, her

“sun” rose, it quickly “set.” The bright white light shone helplessly

the building in the restaurant didn’t suffer any damage. The Sanguine Earl, Mistral, opened his eyes and looked at it for two seconds before reaching

instantly came to life, transforming into illusory

jarring sounds, the roof was forcibly uprooted and

obstacle, be it Mistral or Sharron, they

sat on it with a transcoded telegram message beside it. In contrast, the ground

piano. The piano stools were brown in color and seemed

was a cup of red wine. There was

was like any normal residence. The only difference was herbal

made Sharron, who could directly obtain information from the spirit

here

react, the flesh-colored figure soaked in red wine

forming a gigantic “crimson

the darkness of the region, making the demigod participating in the battle feel as though they were on the ground and looking up into the

raised her left hand suddenly and flipped it gently, revealing a dark red

gems embedded around it. In the center, there

Corona which Sharron had obtained thanks to Sherlock Moriarty’s help. It kept emanating a tranquil halo, imbuing the wielder with immunity to the effects of

even closer to a Blood Moon or even stronger. An indescribable surge of spirituality came into existence, making the area which Nibbs’s gigantic wings had isolated present a strange, deeply silent feeling. Even though Sharron wielded the Scarlet Lunar Corona, she sensed the maleficent thoughts in her burgeon

lamps along the streets. However, her rationality stopped her impulsive reaction because the crimson moon’s illumination had no blind

He felt that the life pulsing in his veins

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