A ghost named Auclair wanders in the lower town of Pulmouth.
It has an indifferent expression, and ordinary people cannot see it directly with the naked eye, but they can feel the trembling feeling radiating from the depths of their souls.
Aaron possessed Auclair, passed through one building after another, and got into the Vulture's headquarters.
His eyes lit up, and he saw a large pool of blood, and there were corpses facing outside at the door, trying to escape.
The fear and distortion before death were perfectly displayed on their faces, combined with the black pool of blood underneath their bodies, like an ink painting from hell.
"It seems that it has not been discovered yet. Because of the previous arrangement of the 'Vulture', their headquarters is quite hidden and is guarded by a spell that is extremely unfriendly to ordinary people..."
Of course, for an 'evil spirit' of the fourth element, this kind of protection is as thin as paper and can be broken with just a poke.
Au Claire's ghost drifted into the hall, where he saw Tasha with a sunken face, and more Extraordinaries... Some of the spirituality in their bodies dissipated, and some crystallized, flashing with colorful brilliance on the ground.
Aaron waved slightly, and those spiritual relics flew to the table in front of him as if they were being lifted up by invisible force, and piled up into a small mountain.
He looked around, his soul went directly into the wall, and found a safe hidden behind the oil painting.
Inside the safe, the first floor contains a large number of gold pounds, gems, pearls, as well as stocks, bonds, and real estate documents.
In the second level, there are some spiritual materials, the most valuable of which is a magical item, but unfortunately it is only of extraordinary level.
"What a poor man..."
Aaron tore open the oil painting and stretched out his palm towards the safe.
Biting ice emerged and spread outwards.
The iron door of the safe seemed to be frozen. The surface was covered with a layer of ice, and then the ice cracked, tearing gaps in the metal inside.
Then, under the influence of an invisible force, the door of the safe was violently twisted and torn open, revealing the treasure inside.
"It's a pity that there is no address for that ruins... but forget it, I've even dug my own grave. Is there any extraordinary person whose grave is older than mine and has more secrets than mine?"
Aaron stretched out his hand, drilled directly into Auclair's chest, and took out a flesh-colored bag from his soul body, which was the 'carnivore's bag'!
With this space item, no matter what you do, it will be much more convenient.
After packing the trophies one by one, Aaron stuffed the flesh-colored bag into Auclair's body, and his figure gradually faded and finally disappeared.
Shortly after he left, a layer of flames blazed from the hall and continued to spread outwards.
Outside the building, the invisible film seemed to be torn apart, allowing the Vulture's headquarters building and flames to appear openly to the world...
…
January 8, Friday, night.
Inside Halsey's Moving Castle.
Aaron, who put on the silver mask again, came to the market.
This time, the market was obviously much more lively.
A large number of extraordinary people gathered together and chatted about what had happened recently.
"Have you heard? All the extraordinary people in the Vulture organization are dead..."
"It is said that he died in the headquarters, with wounds all over his body and blood on the ground... The ordinary people who found him suffered severe mental damage and were almost admitted to a mental hospital."
"That must be the resurgence of the ancient curse. The Vultures went to excavate an ancient ruins before, and many people died... Then it was fine. I thought Mag had found a way to solve the curse. Now it seems
, his method didn’t work.”
"Why did I hear... that the 'Vulture' offended a mysterious and powerful man, and was therefore destroyed?"
"The death of so many extraordinary people will definitely attract the attention of the General Bureau of Investigation!"
"Haha, I have long disliked those scavengers. McGonagall took advantage of Mr. Halsey's kindness and even occupied three of the twenty entrances to the castle!"
…
In today's Black Queen District, the most talked about case is the destruction of the 'Vulture' organization.
Aaron just listened casually, and after shopping around, he came to Lily and Jessetta's stall.
There's no way... He confirmed last time that the items here are the most cost-effective.
"Is that you? Green Potter?"
Jessetta looked at the impressive silhouette and half-face silver mask, and exclaimed in surprise.
"You are really lucky!"
Lily looked at Aaron and her surprised sister. She didn't know what was going on, but she felt a little sour in her heart, and her tone became a little weird: "But I still congratulate you for escaping bad luck... Just pick whatever you like, I'll give you a discount today.
.”
"Misfortune?" Aaron chuckled: "It seems that all the Beyonders in the market know that Tasha is not a good woman. No one reminded me last time..."
"Who makes you a stranger? The 'Vulture' a week ago was a very difficult force... As for now? It can only be said that time is the greatest magician."
Lily shrugged her shoulders.
"That's right..." Aaron didn't take it seriously, picked out a few materials and placed them in front of Jessetta.
"It's so rare this time..." Jessetta muttered, then seemed to remember something: "Mr. Potter... your contract with Tasha last time should be invalidated, right? Didn't that piece of material fall on your hands?"
Already?"
"Yes, I have completed the commission. Unfortunately, this magical item has lost its original owner."
Aaron opened his windbreaker and showed the dagger on his waist: "But I liked it very much, so I kept it and used it myself. Well, one thousand pounds was exchanged for a magical item, and I made a lot of money in the end."
"Has it been successfully built?" Jessetta's big eyes gleamed, as if she wanted to touch it but didn't dare: "I don't have a magical item of my own yet. What's its name?"
A narrow smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Aaron's mouth: "It's called the 'Crying Blade', because men will scream if they touch it, and women will cry if they touch it..."
"Mr. Potter, please don't treat us as children!" Lily rolled her eyes and said, "My sister is not the target of your jokes."
"What I said is true. Do you want to try it?"
Aaron grabbed the dagger sheath and handed the handle to Lily.
“Just try it!”
Lily was actually a little curious, but also a little worried, and said loudly: "This place is protected by Mr. Halsey. You can't hurt me, even with the negative effects of magical items!"
"Uh-huh."
After seeing Aaron nod, Lily immediately pulled out the dagger and saw the bloody lines on it.
The next moment, she suddenly felt that her skin had become extremely sensitive, and the friction with her clothes brought unimaginable pain and torture.
Just when she was about to scream, Aaron stretched out his hand, gently touched the back of her hand, and took the dagger back.
But just from this short skin contact, an indescribable pleasure surged out, making Lily's face turn red, her eyes watery, as if she was about to cry, and she collapsed on the ground.
