Aaron, who had transformed into the "Spirit of Falsehood", was standing at the place where Auclair died, but Loveman didn't notice at all.
"Sure enough... just as I thought, after discovering that his opponent was an 'evil spirit' who could not control blood, take no physical damage, and find it difficult to escape, Loveman had no choice but to spend a huge price and use a curse to kill him with one blow...
"
"From an occult point of view, if an inhuman being is cursed to death, he himself will have to pay a terrible price."
"It's a pity...he doesn't have any particularly powerful trump cards, nor does he take the initiative to call for God to descend..."
"Of course, Si Sui is not an operator. It is impossible for believers to respond when they call... It's a pity, otherwise we might gain more tonight..."
Aaron stretched out his hand and let the 'power of the secret source' surge.
The environment in the bedroom suddenly became dark, and Loveman was shocked to see an illusory spirit regenerating from the void and taking the form of Auclair!
The evil spirit is reborn!
"No……"
A look of despair appeared on his face.
Obviously, every time an evil spirit dies, it will take dozens or even hundreds of years to resurrect. Why can this evil spirit cheat?
This isn't fair!
But there is no absolute fairness in the world.
Snap!
Auclair snapped his fingers, and the coldness and deathly silence reappeared.
The ice froze Loveman's weak body.
It grabbed the pistol, pointed it at Loveman's head, and pulled the trigger hard.
Bang!
With one shot, the frozen Loveman's head was torn apart, and there was a bloody little bat trying to struggle in the ice.
One by one, the devil bugs immediately pounced on them, swallowing all the bats, completely wiping out all the life of Loveman...
…
After a while.
A raging fire broke out in the manor of Baron Jacques.
Aaron left calmly, with a little regret.
"Lofman still has too few trump cards. Even if he prayed at the top of his lungs before his death, there was no response..."
"Fortunately, the most important material is still harvested."
He looked at a red fang in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and disappeared quickly.
…
"My head hurts..."
When William woke up, he found himself lying on the very familiar bed in the rental house.
"The familiar ceiling...the familiar sheets, the familiar smell of the quilt...my last night!"
He suddenly looked pale, sat up, and recalled.
"It was Quentin. He found me...captured me...why...why wasn't I eaten in the end?"
William pulled up his clothes and touched the wound on his back, but it was all smooth.
Only the signs of damage on his clothes showed that he had indeed been injured last night.
His expression became even more confused: "That was not a dream... But at the end, I felt a chill to my bones... Is that the boss's extraordinary ability? He saved me?"
Apart from this, William could not think of any other reason for survival.
"No matter, go ask the boss."
He quickly got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then walked out of the apartment and onto the street.
"Anyway, I survived..."
Facing the rising tide, William was almost moved to tears: "It feels so good to be alive."
He has never understood the laws of the hidden world so deeply as at this moment, cherish life, and stay away from mystery!
"It's a pity...I can't go back."
William sighed and prepared to go to the roadside to buy some pies for breakfast.
While passing by the street corner, a newsboy wearing a peaked cap ran past, holding a roll of newspapers in his hand, and shouted: "Palmouth Morning News! The Kingfeller Jewelry Company was looted last night... The death condition was found in the lower town.
Horrible corpses...the baron's manor in the suburbs was set on fire!"
"Wait, give me one!"
William stopped the newsboy, took out a 1 penny coin, bought a newspaper, and quickly browsed it, mumbling: "It turns out that so many things happened in Pulmouth last night... It was such an uneventful night.
.”
He hurriedly read the newspaper, bought a few pies for breakfast, and ate while walking until he came to the Hunter Bar.
When he saw the bar sign again, William felt a sudden sense of peace of mind for some reason.
"Good morning, boss."
After pushing the door open and entering the bar, William saw Aaron and quickly bowed and saluted: "What happened last night...thank you!"
"Well, it's basically solved. Thanks to your bait effect, the harvest is good."
Aaron, who had obtained a red relic of an inhuman existence, was drinking a cup of hot cocoa and seemed to be in a good mood.
William breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw that Aaron was drinking hot cocoa, a smile appeared on his face.
It’s not coffee. Today I finally don’t have to do coffee fortune-telling and interpret those weird symbols.
After he walked into the bar obediently, he started busy.
As for the grammar school curriculum?
My life is almost gone, so of course I have to work first and please my boss later!
When William diligently took the mop and mopped the floor, Aaron slowly drank the hot cocoa and said: "Don't go to that club in the future, they probably won't mess with you again... As for 'Decline and Decline'
The blood' probably will have to subside for a while."
The Blood Club is just a club. Although Quentin may be a member of the Gourmet Association, his current status is just "missing". It is not known how long it will take until his death is confirmed, the enemy is discovered, and the enemy's strength is assessed.
Even when it comes to discovering that the enemy is an inhuman existence, whether he will start a war for an ordinary member is something that is unnecessary to think about. Quentin is not worth this.
As for the 'blood of decay', losing an inhuman existence inexplicably will cause physical pain for a long time.
The most important thing is that because Aaron killed him neatly and without leaving any clues for divination, they couldn't even find out who the murderer was!
"After all, I always wear a mask when I go to the Black Queen, and Halsey, the professor, and others who know my identity will not take the initiative to leak information... And William is the spokesperson of a craftsman, what does he have to do with the bar owner? Of course...
...There is also a certain amount of doubt, and there may be temptations later, but I am worried that there are no other leeks to cut." Aaron felt a little hopeful.
"Is the organization that has a blood feud with my family originally called the 'Blood of Decline'?... With the boss here, I feel relieved." William's mood was indescribably complicated. He looked around and thought of Isabelle inexplicably.
special.
At this time, he realized how ignorant and ridiculous his original idea of establishing a religious order and developing members was.
'But Isabette has a great figure, especially her hip line...'
William swallowed: 'Well... forget about missionary work, but Isabette can still be a good friend, and it would be even better if she develops into a bed partner...'
As a young person, a physically healthy young person, it is normal behavior to think about these things.
William actually had this idea for a long time, but of course, he didn't think about marriage.
It is normal for two men and women who work hard in Pulmouth to comfort and warm each other.