Miss Martha suddenly laughed, and then stood up from the sofa:
"My luck today is really bad."
"Miss Martha, don't worry. Once Gray Gloves finds the real murderer among the three of you, you can leave safely."
Colonel Wood, the only one present who didn't know who the real murderer was, said, getting slightly closer to Miss Martha, he didn't seem to think that the gorgeously dressed lady in front of him was the poisoner.
"No, when I talk about bad luck, I don't mean that I was forcibly named as the murderer by you."
The woman held her left arm in front of her chest, supported her right elbow, raised her right hand by her ear, and looked at the colonel with charming eyes:
"I mean, I didn't expect Princess Margaret of Anjou to appear here, and Count Sachia happened to die in front of her. If it hadn't been for such an unfortunate thing, I wouldn't have been forced to stay by you.
"
Colonel Wood just smiled and did not answer. Miss Martha glanced at the leather gun bag on his waist and said:
"So, according to the plan, you couldn't find any evidence that I poisoned you, but now because of the arrival of Margaret Anjou, you skipped the evidence and directly identified me as the murderer. This is really bad luck.
.When we made the plan, who could have thought that something like this would happen?"
"What, you."
Colonel Wood was shocked and was about to say something, but he didn't expect that Miss Martha's raised right hand was just lightly waved in front of him. The captain of the Royal Guards immediately collapsed and fell unconscious on the ground. Miss Martha
The alchemical item ring on your finger must have the effect of making ordinary people comatose.
When the colonel fell, she skillfully grabbed Mr. Wood's gun bag, took out the pistol and pointed it at the other two men standing near the door.
"Don't shoot!"
Shade and Mr. Bernhardt immediately raised their hands in neat movements and stood side by side looking at her:
"Miss Martha, is it really you?!"
Mr. Bernhardt asked in shock.
"Yes, there is obviously no flaw, and ordinary people cannot detect the toxin at all, but it is still because of this ridiculous reason."
Although the woman still had a smile on her face, her tone was full of reluctance:
"Two gentlemen, don't let me notice any small moves on your part. After I leave, you will be safe."
"No, you absolutely don't dare to shoot."
Shade spoke in broken Kasenric and said:
"Colonel Wood's .46-8 pistol, without a silencer, can startle an entire building with the sound of a shot. And now there are not only the Royal Guards outside, but also people coming from the manor where the princess is staying.
Other attendants and servants. As long as you dare to shoot, you will never leave today no matter what."
"Are you trying to provoke me? Mr. Delrayon?"
Miss Martha's smile disappeared and she asked softly. She pointed the gun at Shade with her left hand, and then walked towards the two of them:
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who suggested that I was the murderer just now. You, a guy who is used to using power to wrong ordinary people, really deserve to die."
As he said that, the ring on his right hand suddenly shook at Sha De. Sha De was stunned for a moment, and then he fell straight down.
Mr. Bernhardt, who was still raising his hands, opened his mouth slightly and looked at Shade on the ground in surprise, and then said to Miss Martha:
"What is this? A trick?"
Miss Martha didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and waved her ring at the Viscount, so Mr. Bernhardt also fell. He fell very levelly and did not hit Shade beside him.
After kicking Mr. Bernhardt, Miss Martha carefully touched her ring:
"The cracks got so big that it could only be used two more times."
As he spoke, he walked to the window and opened it. Outside the window was the garbage alley behind the White King Club. He glanced down, took out the rouge box he had brought with him from his pocket, opened it and placed it on the window sill. Then
, opened the closet in the corner and pulled out a few more clothes, then walked into the separate bathroom in the room and locked the door.
Shade and Mr. Bernhardt who fell to the ground immediately opened their eyes. Shade casually threw the silence spell sent by Iluna on the ground, and then got up together with Mr. Bernhardt:
"No matter what the other party's reason for murdering the count is, it has nothing to do with us. Then we continue to pretend to be unconscious, wait for her to leave, and then shout loudly to wake up the colonel."
Schade suggested, Mr. Bernhardt nodded immediately:
"After a while, I used the talent of dreaming to enter Colonel Wood's dream to stabilize his mind that was affected by the ring. Then I changed his memory and made him realize that this matter is only related to the woman in the bathroom and will not involve us.
of."
Shade nodded, and then motioned for Mr. Bernhardt to lie down on the ground with him again. But before he could speak, his expression suddenly changed:
"Oops?"
"What's wrong?"
The vampire is puzzled:
"The other party is just an ordinary person with alchemical items, what's so bad?"
Then he saw Shade grabbing the pendant on his chest and looking towards the door with a horrified expression:
"My badge is heating up, there is one nearby"
"careful!"
Mr. Bernhardt pushed Shade hard, and the next moment, a green vine like a flying arrow shot from the window, passed through the place where Shade had been standing, and was directly nailed into the wall.
"who?"
The two of them looked at the window together and saw dense vines stretching out from outside the window until a short, fat man with a bald head and scars on the edge of his head was pulled up from the outside.
He wore a brown woolen vest outside his black coat, with a bone necklace hanging on his chest, and a tree vine tied around his right wrist. After crossing the window sill, he first picked up the metal rouge box, and then
He took off his hat, revealing the blue tattoo on his bald head, and frowned at Mr. Shade and Bernhardt:
"Martha sent a signal for me to help her escape. Is it because of you two?"
His Kasenlik lingua franca is very strange and his accent is very thick, unlike someone from a big city.
[Central, Fifth or Sixth Ring Road.]
The voice in his ear reminded Shade softly. Shade was still holding the increasingly hot pendant on his chest with his left hand, while Mr. Bernhard frowned and looked at the other person, especially the weird tattoo on the other person's bald head:
"Are you a member of the Pantanal Voodoo Society? Are you so brave? Murder an ordinary count? Do you really think that the Inquisition does not exist?"
"Since you have seen it, then"
Before the short, fat, bald man could finish speaking, Shade interrupted:
"I have a suggestion. Although there is a silencing spell here, how about we fight as quietly as possible? It's best not to use thaumaturgy or spells, and just fight with fists and kicks. It's better to use both fists and kicks."
The five-ring warlock's life ring appeared with a kick, and the blasphemous spiritual rune [vine] flashed with spiritual light, as if the vines growing from the bald man's body pierced Shade. Shade immediately dispersed into a group of butterflies, allowing the vines to
Butterflies swarmed in and out. Then the vines stung Mr. Bernhardt like poisonous snakes. The latter grabbed the green tree vines, and the vines immediately wrapped around his wrist.
"You all keep your voices down!"
Shade lowered his voice again and emphasized, dripping "Weather Vane Blue Grass Extract" on the tip of his tongue, and then took a step forward and came directly to the bald man:
"keep your voice down!"
The two-handed sword fell silently, and the bright moonlight seemed to be able to split the space directly. But in the end, what Shade split was just a few vines. The moment the moonlight sword was about to hit, the bald man turned out to be with Bernhardt.
Sir, the tangled vines switched places.
"No matter who you are, now that you know the truth of this matter, you will all die!"
The bald man said loudly and punched Mr. Bernhardt, but the seventh-ring vampire seed Lord grabbed his wrist with his backhand and threw him to the ground.
"Space stabilizing halo!"
Shade slammed his left foot on the ground to prevent the opponent from changing positions with the vines again, and then raised his sword and struck at it:
"I told you to keep your voice down, didn't you hear me?"
The moonlight sword successfully struck the opponent's shoulder, but it did not cut off the man's shoulder as Shade imagined. Inside the skin, there were actually squirming green vines. As those green vines drilled
After breaking through the layer of human skin, the chaotic tree vines swayed in the air like giant worms, spraying highly toxic corrosive liquid around them, forcing Shade and Mr. Bernhardt to retreat. But the tree vines took advantage of this.
Opportunity rushed to the door, and at a distance of five meters from the door, the bald man gathered again.
"Poison Ivy Magis of the Pantanal Voodoo Society!"
Mr. Bernhardt finally recognized this person, and then whispered to Shade:
"The Church of Nature has put a bounty on his head of 3,000 pounds."
"Don't worry about the reward for now."
Shade said anxiously, looking at the door behind the bald man with some horror:
"I asked you to keep your voice down, but you don't listen, now."
The door handle rotated, and while the metal parts inside the door made a sound, the closed door was pushed open.
A young lady with black shawl and short hair, wearing a red dress inlaid with eye-shaped gemstones, walked in from the door. The high heels hit the floor, making a pleasant sound, and the hem of the skirt swayed with the wind, making her height appear even taller. She frowned slightly,
But it doesn't affect her beauty beyond ordinary people at all. Her eyes are doubtful, but they can't cover up the look in her sharp eyes.
She looks to be about twenty years old, with a fair face and an appearance that makes people stop breathing. If the beauty of Princess Margaret of Anjou whom I met not long ago is almost unmatched, then this one
The lady who entered and closed the door had a beauty that no one could compare to.
Miss Emma Sylvia, the thirteenth seat of the Witch Council, the great witch, came to the outsiders in an unexpected way on this early winter afternoon full of surprises. The vineyards of the red wine capital of the South are in this season.
, the beauty of midsummer is no longer there, just like Xia De's mood at the moment, it has been wrapped in a bone-chilling chill.