At that moment, Fors felt his blood coagulated.

"What? I...I didn't look for anyone. Sir, please calm down..." She trembled and answered without convincingly.

Finished, exposed.

While pretending to be trembling, she quietly turned the bracelet in front with one hand.

Now I can only escape first, and go back and find a plea to ask for justice.

Fors gritted his back teeth and slowly poked out his spirituality.

"Swoosh--"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air is so loud that it makes the eardrums hurt.

"Bang! Wheel wheel."

The bracelet shattered under the sharply contracted pupils, and the beads and broken chains drew golden arcs in the air and fell to the ground.

The scarlet beads bounced twice and rolled into the distance.

"Don't act rashly." The blade of Yagel's left hand stood in front of Fors' slender neck, and the blade on his other hand pointed to the ground.

"Or do you think I can't see it?"

His voice seemed to be a demon floating from hell, stirring up an ethereal echo in the narrow alley.

"Yes, I'm sorry." It was not until this moment that Forsy regained a little bit of realism.

In the empty and gloomy street, the girl began to tremble.

"I have no malice towards you."

The terrifying pressure came from the young man opposite her, causing her to almost kneel down.

At least, the middle sequence.

Fors finally realized what stupid things she had done. Not only could she die, but she might also bring danger to Xiu.

She should have listened to the words.

"Why are you following me?" Yagel asked coldly. "Start from across the street and your companions to see me."

Fors shook his head without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with her!"

Her hands were tugged together, and her nails were almost trapped in the flesh.

What to do, what to do, how can we not be involved!

The afternoon sun was only a ray of light, and it was dropped on the wall through this narrow sky, but it did not illuminate anyone, leaving behind the coldness of an alley.

"She...she was a little scared when she saw the carriage across the street. I mistakenly thought it was afraid of you..." Fors stumbled.

"And then, she went home. I wanted to see what happened, so I followed you..."

She described it incoherently.

There was no lie about the description of her companion's movements. Yagel's spiritual vision told him that it was just a cover-up on her motive, which was irrelevant.

So it was indeed what she discovered herself.

"You didn't think it was wrong."

"What?"

"We do know each other." Yagel chose to solve the problem quickly, "Yesterday, the lady generously gave me forty pounds."

?

Fors was stunned.

What does this direction mean?

She stared blankly at the young man opposite.

Although she still had a cold expression, she seemed to see a little guilty through her actions?

Yagel combined the two blades on his hand into one, and the crisp sound of the iron parts colliding made the girl in front of him shook: "She gave me a piece of paper with the name of the evil spirit, and a little change that was insignificant, and promised not to tell others about the transaction between us."

After saying this, it seems that I am really too much.

He silently swallowed the non-existent conscience phantom pain.

"Change? That's forty pounds!" Fors, who had just lost fifty pounds, subconsciously asked loudly.

"What? Isn't it a small amount of money for the extraordinary?" The tentacle monster, who had no idea, also asked subconsciously.

The two poor ghosts looked at each other.

Realizing that the extraordinary person in front of him seemed not very fierce, Fors replied in a low voice: "That is our long-term savings. We are just wild extraordinary people, without the fixed wages of the church."

Although it is a bit exaggerated for best-selling writers, it is indeed true that it takes a long time to make it.

So the spiritual vision display is the truth.

Yagel was terrified.

Did he rob the entire wealth of a slum girl at that time? He was so overwhelmed...

"Well, sorry, I think extraordinary people are rich."

Fors glanced at him with resentment: "For you, it is true, but we still have a lot to worry about. Our recipes need to be purchased by ourselves, and so are extraordinary items. We often help workers in the East District, so we are always struggling..."

Yagel, who was forced into a corner by moral questioning, felt guilty and looked around in his heart.

"Ahem, I will find an opportunity to compensate you. Anyway!"

He turned his face in anger and then warned: "In short, if you find me, it is actually equivalent to your friend Xu, who has violated the agreement between us."

"Do you understand?"

Fors' face turned pale again: "Sorry... she didn't reveal this to me, she really did not intend!"

"I was very curious and didn't listen to the advice."

"This kind of agreement always depends on the result." Yagel stared at her coldly and shook his head. "You will be curious that it means that someone has breached the contract and revealed my existence."

"Please give us a chance!" Fors begged the extraordinary man.

His tone was not very firm, which showed that although her stalking was offensive, it did not cross his bottom line.

If she could promise something he was interested in, she could still leave safely.

"By the way!"

"I remembered it," Forth's eyes lit up, "in a noble manor very close to the city, there was an evil spirit."

Yagel frowned: "What's the use of me wanting evil spirits?"

This progress seems a bit familiar. Is it his illusion?

"The evil spirit may have come from a very ancient era. He may have residual knowledge of the previous era. This is the news that I know most likely helps you."

Fors said carefully.

"How do you know?" Yagel always felt something was wrong with the current girl.

"It was mentioned by a viscount at the noble salon I attended."

He looked Forsi up and down, and opened the shallow spiritual vision.

Her slightly curly brown hair normally shows an orange that represents the truth.

No exceptions.

Where does that subtle sense of incongruity come from?

Yagel was a little confused.

Considering that he needed to avoid the several true gods who were alarmed by him before, he could not rashly try to open the deep spiritual vision in the Beckland area to further confirm the source of the abnormality.

But since the girl is not lying at the moment, and he is only going to warn her, he can let her go first.

"Well, although the news about the evil spirits is of no use to me."

He put the short blade back on his waist: "As for your difficulties, I will give you one last chance. You'd better bring this sentence to your companions."

Yagel's figure gradually became transparent in front of Fors' eyes.

"Let the third person know my existence is a breach of contract."

"The consequences are at your own risk."

A few seconds later, only the lonely figure of Fors was left in the empty alley.

The sun in Beckland moved westward, and the sunset climbed into the sky little by little, and the sunlight finally found the angle, shining on the girl's short brown hair from all directions.

Fors gasped at the gray wall for a few times and sat on the ground.

It was so thrilling today that survived from the demigod.

By the way, why did the extraordinary person let her go in the end? Did she say anything?

Thinking of this, the brunette girl scratched her head at a loss, and it seemed that a memory had disappeared out of thin air.

Although her actions were a little bit dramatic, they were still logical.
Chapter completed!