When Yager went downstairs again, there were many fewer clients in the lobby of the firm, and they should all have followed their lawyers back to the office.
With the friendly guidance of Miss Melinda at the front desk, he quickly found the prince's carriage parked on the lawn at the back door of the office.
The carriage is far away from other people and occupies a whole piece of land alone.
This prince of Edsac's car was much more luxurious than any car that Yager had seen in the Jowood area.
The exterior wall of the carriage is painted pure black with fine paint, which reflects slightly in the sun, making the body of the car extra noble. Every connection is hand-carved down to the millimeter, and even the front and rear flower windows are made of gemstones.
Make.
In front of the carriage, two tall and strong horses stood. Their muscles were smooth and their bodies were pale pink. They were astonishingly intimidating.
Yager was shocked by this naked wealth.
This flower window, this horse, this carriage.
Damn it, if you take away some of it, he will be able to reach the pinnacle of his life!
His heart beats faster for money.
However, this thought only passed by in a flash and did not even allow Yager to think deeply.
Stealing the prince's car, unless he is confident that he can challenge the righteous gangs of the kingdom and the church, is definitely a fool's errand.
But if you can choose the whole Loen, why not come and snatch the carriage?
It does more harm than good.
On the vast lawn of the office, the black-haired young man slowly walked towards this extravagant car.
"Hello, Mr. Butler?" He approached the carriage from the side and did not choose to approach the horses in front that looked quite irritable.
It's not that I can't beat him, I just can't beat him.
Strangely, no one answered his inquiry.
"Hello?" Yager raised his voice.
The sound of the question made the sparrows not far away flutter their wings and take off.
However, in the vast and empty space, only his voice was still echoing.
Yager, who was momentarily confused by the wealth, finally noticed something was wrong.
Nobles, especially Edsac, who is a prince, would never choose to travel alone, but would have many entourages waiting around the carriage or themselves.
What's more, the prince just mentioned "butler".
It's impossible to have no one next to the carriage.
Yager chose to turn on his spiritual vision.
Abnormal situations generally mean danger, and conspiracies against the prince must be treated with caution, as it may be the next Aurora Society attack.
He doesn't want a repeat of East End's woes yet.
In the gray field of vision, there were nearly ten people crammed into the spacious carriage, no doubt dressed like the prince's personal attendants.
Sure enough, something happened.
Who is it? What is the purpose?
Yager's first thought was to return to the office and inform the authorities. After all, the church was still chasing him for two things at the same time, and he could not reveal that he was an extraordinary person.
However, after taking a closer look, he discovered many abnormalities.
This doesn't look like an attack by an outsider.
The only remarkable trace that is conspicuous and wrapped around the carriage is a series of pink silk threads, not very strong, extending in the opposite direction of the office.
There was absolutely no sign of approaching the prince himself.
Coincidentally, what faintly flashed through these pink threads was the back of a beautiful woman, and in the prince's carriage, there were only maids and strong men.
The identity of the missing person is self-evident.
Interestingly, the prince actually fell in love with a commoner extraordinary person.
Yager took two steps along the direction of the silk thread with interest, and followed him to the side of the separate room where the office took care of the horses, separated by a wall from the residential building outside.
Here, it seems like someone is observing him.
He looked inside.
The dazzling sunlight shines into the barn through the gaps, and the decoration of the stable is clearly visible.
The pink silk thread extends to...
beside?
The stable was clean and bright, and there was a faint cry from inside the stall where no horses were stationed because the prince had arrived.
"Woooooooo..."
Tris, the black-haired, gentle and sweet-looking fugitive princess, leaned on the railing of the third compartment, sobbing like a flower, trying to attract the pity of some people.
"Who can, ugh, help me..." She looked up at Yager who came in, pretending to be startled. Her weak posture could make any man feel more protective.
However, she, or rather he, is actually a male, formerly named Tris, who is an Extraordinary in the Assassin path.
Thinking of this, the seemingly gentle Tris cursed in her heart.
If it weren't for the damn Witch Sect and that damn potion, how could he be in this situation today!
It doesn’t even deserve to be used as ‘him’!
Triss gritted her teeth angrily and skillfully put on a pitiful expression, letting her figure and her magical charm be brought into full play, and she whispered:
"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, can you help me?"
"Someone, someone is chasing me, they want to take me away, but, but I don't want to go..."
She shed tears "嘘嘤嘤", and accurately caught the 45-degree angle of Yager's line of sight as he walked in, letting her appearance be displayed perfectly, and she fell in his direction.
However, half a meter away, Yager took a step back unconsciously.
Wait, something was posted.
He "dengdeng" took a few steps to avoid Triss' outstretched white and plump arm, retreated to the door of the empty wing, looked down at the beautiful girl not far away: "Who are you? What do you want to do?
What?"
The vigilance is slowly raised.
The last person who wanted to treat him like this was his landlord Mrs. Summer. She sent him two invitations to tea parties in half a month, but he rejected them all without hesitation.
Tsk, boys have to protect themselves when they go out.
"My name is Triss. I just want to escape from His Highness the Prince... He, I, I actually don't want to be with him!" Triss continued, "Please help me!"
She launched the appearance deception that she had tried many times since becoming a witch.
But this time, her charming eyes were thrown at the blind man.
"Oh," Yager replied expressionlessly, "Too bad I don't care."
"Just wait here, I'll call someone over to help you right now."
He didn't even bother to deal with it.
"Wait!" Seeing Yager about to leave, Triss's voice became sharp unconsciously.
A few minutes ago, she saw this young man from a distance pause in front of the carriage and then walk straight towards him. She felt that his sequence was wrong.
She had only seen the same ability in high-ranking members of the Witch Cult.
So she chose to leave her there, since she couldn't run far anyway, so she could save the prince from "punishing" her when he caught her again...
But now she discovered that this young man did not look like an official or an extraordinary person from the Orthodox Church.
In other words, in this era of strict control over advanced potions, the person opposite is more or less a cult believer.
Her desire to be a teenager became active.
This is her last life-saving straw when facing the prince who only wants to marry her, and the Witch Church who only wants her to marry the prince.
What's more, recently she felt more and more that the magic medicine made her not like herself, and her fear of losing control was growing day by day.
And it is impossible for the Witch Cult to let her go.
"Don't you want to know Backlund's secrets? Help me! I can tell you everything! I know all the secrets planned by the Witch Sect and the royal family! We can talk!"
This chapter has been completed!