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.

at the second

are remnants of Mother Tree

turned around in midair and nodded towards the darkest area. “Lord Nibbs,

a pair of wings covered in dark-colored skin and countless patterns suddenly extended out of

as though it had been moved out

directly. He took out a bronze box embedded with

was a transparent glass

as the glass sphere fell from his fingers and landed

the darkness as it constantly changed directions and moved towards something in the air as though it was being attracted

in a room on the second floor

room, illuminating everything. It made

his eyes, suddenly frowned and let out

feel any resistance from

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

quickly “set.” The bright white light shone helplessly and

suffer any damage. The Sanguine Earl, Mistral, opened his eyes and looked at

life, transforming into illusory chains

was

it Mistral or Sharron, they could clearly see the situation in the target’s

a square table covered in table linen, a radio transceiver sat on it with a transcoded telegram message beside it.

was an old piano. The piano stools were brown

cup of red wine. There was a small, sticky, flesh-colored figure soaked

and layout, it was like any normal residence. The

directly obtain information from the spirit world, have a

person here had just

Earl Mistral and Marquis Nibbs could react, the flesh-colored figure soaked in red wine emitted a misty

light instantly burgeoned and brightened, forming a gigantic “crimson

the demigod participating in the battle feel as though they were on the ground and

raised her left hand suddenly and flipped it gently, revealing

moon, and there were crimson gems embedded around it. In the center, there were symbols filled with full

Sherlock Moriarty’s help. It kept emanating a tranquil halo, imbuing the wielder with immunity to the effects of the

full moon. It was 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

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

moment, the Sanguine Earl, Mistral, saw his stomach bulging bit by bit. He felt that the life pulsing in

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