Although coercion is not in line with Baker Lang's usual "aesthetics", looking at the look of disgust but having to give in to the beauty in front of him after hearing the threat of "think about your father's business", Baker
Lang suddenly felt that he seemed to have awakened some new hobbies.
The behavior of the two people leaving the ball hall did not attract anyone's attention. In other words, whether it was the military attache of the embassy or the guests attending the ball, the scene at this time was within their expectations.
The music is still sweet and melodious.
The dance steps are still brisk and elegant.
The businessmen continued to discuss, and the ladies continued to compare.
It was as if there had never been a Becklund in the embassy.
…
Arriving at the room on the second floor, Beckron waved the guard not to disturb him, but he did not notice that such a beautiful and lovely person beside him did not attract any attention.
As the door was locked, Beckland couldn't wait to pounce on the beautiful girl in a black evening dress, but before he could get closer, his slightly fat body suddenly twisted and assumed a strange posture.
, layers of flames also exploded from his body.
"Sure enough, even if I don't notice it, my subconscious will instinctively dodge?" A frivolous voice came from behind the beauty. Backlund felt the sting on his neck, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
.
When exactly did an extra person appear in this room?
No, it’s not that there are too many, but it’s always there!
The moment he saw the other party, he recalled that this man had always been by the girl's side, but everyone, whether they were guests or guards, or even the fifth military attaché who was sitting in the embassy at this time,
Didn't notice his presence!
"Psychological invisibility? Are you a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?" A ball of flame rose in Beckron's hand, and he looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him warily. The audience channel is not very powerful in frontal combat in the middle and low sequences, as long as he is careful about the opponent.
Extraordinary items you might own...
"Can you help me?" The beautiful girl in a black evening dress sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and asked in a masculine tone. This made Beckron's heart sink, because at this moment, he suddenly thought of another person.
sequence, without too much thinking, he immediately shouted loudly:
"Someone! Help!"
However, there was no response.
Snow was too lazy to explain to Beckron how he had twisted the rules. He just slowly sealed the characteristics of the corrupted baron with spirituality and stuffed them into the cigarette box, giving Triss a sunny smile——
"Didn't I say that? All you have to do is bring me in. As for killing people? That's my job."
Backlund gritted his teeth and waved his arm, and the long whip made of flames rolled towards Snow. Neither the corrupted baron nor the hypnotist were good at frontal combat. He seemed to be at odds with the extraordinary person who was suspected of being a witch.
Use this opportunity to hit him hard first!
“It’s harder for the hare to chase the tortoise.”
A coin was tossed high, and along with the activation spell in ancient Hermetic language came out of Snow's mouth, it seemed as if the entire world had undergone unspeakable changes.
The flame whip is still the flame whip, and Snow is still the same Snow, but there seem to be countless barriers between the two. No matter how fast Backlund's attack is, how slow Snow's movement is, the long flames
The whip was close to hitting, but it was always just a little bit short.
"What kind of ability is this?" Backlund was horrified. As an intelligence officer, he thought he had a certain understanding of the mid- and low-sequence abilities of various channels, but he had never seen such a weird ability.
Could it be... that it stores advanced spells with high-sequence abilities?
This is not something that ordinary extraordinary people can get!
Backlund's heart was completely cold, and he immediately said loudly:
"Wait a minute! Who are you? Who sent you to kill me? What benefits did they promise you? I'll give you double!"
"Is it the ability of a conspirator? But this is of no use to me." Snow made a disdainful voice, stretched out his hand under his chest and clicked four times in sequence, up, right, left, and drew an inverse cross pattern, and said with a smile:
"This is the will of the Lord."
"Aurora Society? Are you from the Aurora Society?" Backlund had a look of horror in his eyes, but the next moment, Triss cursed angrily:
"Idiot! I let you play, and now I'm in trouble!"
Yes, I was tricked. Because the Witch of Joy strengthened the relationship between the five senses, Triss was the first to feel the stagnation in her body. At this time, Backlund also put away his cowardly look and gently took off his left breast pocket.
The handkerchief inside revealed a puppet with black eyes and a head the size of a thumb:
"Thank you for your cat-and-mouse play, which gave me enough time. By the way, this gentleman who is not known to be a hypnotist or a corrupt baron, is there anything else you want to say?"
"Of course." Snow still had a faint smile on his lips, opened his mouth, and spit out an elegant and easy-going word——
"Sukabule!"
An unknown language with strange flicks of tongue exploded in the room, and a strange pollution burst out simultaneously, as if with a voice of infinite malice and anger, it bombarded Beckron's brain, turning everything in his mind into a mess.
.
Snow still maintained that calm expression, walked elegantly towards Beckland, who had white eyes and red hair all over his body, and kept repeating in a rap-like rhythm:
“Suka Bu Le, Su Ka Bu Le, Su Ka Su Ka Su Ka Bu…”
"Don't... stop reading!" Backlund's body distortion became more and more serious. The pain that went straight to his brain made him roll crazily on the ground. Snow squatted down and looked at Backlund who was close at hand.
, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes, and then...
boom!
A bullet was fired from Backlund's sleeve and hit Snow's head accurately. Although it was just an ordinary spy pistol, this bullet blessed by the Reaper of Sequence 5, even if it was just a scratch, was enough to make him suffer.
That big head was torn apart like a watermelon that fell from the twentieth floor!
But...the bullet stopped.
No, it didn't stop, but when it was about to hit, it suddenly slowed down. Every time it moved forward, it would slow down a little. By the time it reached the man, it was already as slow as a snail.
Snow didn't even think about evading, he just watched the bullet slow down infinitely, as if it was advancing every moment, but he could never reach the reality of the hit.
Backlund, who was wide-eyed with anger, looked more like an orangutan than a human. His originally heroic face was quickly covered with red hair, but even so, he still stared at that
A bullet that moves forward every moment, but never reaches the end.
"So, it's terrible to be uneducated." Snow shook his head slightly, lifted up the hairy Backlund, and blocked it in front of him. Then, the bullet penetrated "slowly" like this.
He took the body of Backlund and gave him a "fatal blow" according to the runes engraved on the bullet.
After casually throwing the dying Backlund on the ground, Snow sat on the bed and waited for the characteristics to emerge. At this time, Triss, who was affected by God's obscene words, finally recovered and asked as if to distract her:
"Did you know he had that magical item from the beginning? Aren't you afraid of making mistakes in your judgment? What if you can't even use your telepathic abilities after being controlled?"
When Snow heard this, he just smiled mysteriously: "As we all know, only the fortune teller can control the thread of the spirit body. He is not a fortune teller, so he cannot control the thread of my spirit body. This is very reasonable."