"Have you never considered the possibility that she is a believer in the True Creator?"
Backlund, who looked displeased, glared at Rosago who was close to him, moved two steps sideways, and turned his eyes to Helen who was looking at him and his subordinates teasingly, his tone of voice deliberately elongated.
"This is a great deal. Even if you believe in evil gods, I won't be able to accept it."
"Of course, for safety reasons, you need to sign a deed witnessed by a 'notary public'. I always have to consider my own safety."
Backlund, who was pacing slowly, suddenly stopped, winked mischievously at Helen, who was sitting on the sofa and said nothing, and tried to push up his thin chest.
"Yes, but I hope it will be after this commission. I prefer freedom. You always want me to think about it, don't you?" Helen, who had been listening sideways just now, couldn't help but press her temples, rubbing them hard while
replied.
Taken the bait... In the eyes of outsiders, a smile appeared on Backlund's face, whose mood was clearly amplified today. He reached back with a familiar hand and curled his fingers towards Rosago.
"Beautiful ladies always have privileges, but you should also think about my position. Let's sign a temporary one first. I am more cautious..."
Ha, be cautious... Rosago looked nervously at Helen, who was wearing a monochromatic dress, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
But what disappointed him was that this woman, who had just eaten meat and seemed to have mental problems, nodded reluctantly!
Confused by what he saw, Rosago sighed feebly, snapped his fingers to the driver behind him, and took an orange piece of paper that the driver had already taken out of his pocket.
There is a symbol corresponding to the sun on it, as well as a blank rectangle surrounded by a magic logo. Just holding it in your hand will make people feel warm.
Fortunately, I don't sweat casually... Rosago's palms were a little wet just after touching the paper, and he quickly handed it to Beckron, with very complicated emotions in his eyes.
He watched Backlund cut his thumb with skill and write specific requirements on the paper in ancient Hermetic language, and then signed a temporary contract with Helen. His heart was full of resentment, and he suddenly felt the desire to complain.
He is worthy of being a "conspirator", even if he is thinking about the problem with his lower body, he will not forget to trick... What happened to him today, why is he so anxious, this is not his style, it is just like, like his emotions have been...
....
Suddenly, a violent emotion burst out for no reason, interrupting Rosago's thinking. Then the sudden emotion disappeared and turned into a huge sense of loss due to his inability to perfectly protect the safety of his boss.
For a moment, Rosago felt that he was not even as good as a paramecium.
Meursault, who had been excluded from the scene from the very beginning, stared blankly at everything in front of him, constantly wandering between Beckland, whose face was full of expectations and desires, and Rosago, who was both decadent and angry.
His mind was now confused, and he even wondered if he had entered some weird dream world.
............
Backlund West District, No. 27, Hong Maple Street.
The next night, having learned more about the specific situation, Dunn, who had been guarding outside Nicholas Babbage's study all day, couldn't help but yawn.
According to his suggestion, Mr. Babbage did not go to the company today. Instead, he asked Butler Fried to send someone to bring the documents that the directors needed to handle back home, and he did not go out for a day.
Due to time constraints and the fact that Dunn could not completely grasp the distribution of Mr. Babbage's bodyguards, he could only entrust Butler Fried to issue tasks through newspapers and special channels, hoping to find qualified helpers.
Before that, he could only bear the negative effects of the sealed object sucking people's energy, and protect Mr. Babbage who was at the center of the whirlpool of events.
The darkness I was exposed to when using the ashes of Saint Selina seemed to have strengthened my abilities... Sitting only five or six meters away from the study, with unsweetened coffee in his hand, Dunn tried to control the spread of his own blood.
In the "darkness", every move of old Babbage in the study was extremely clear in his mind.
In fact, this is not the real use of "dark" power. To borrow the conclusion drawn from Edmund Jason's research, it is more like some kind of mutant ability produced by high-ranking people contaminating the corresponding low-sequence extraordinary people.
.
He said that the ruins of an ancient city-state deep in the spiritual world have the ability to strengthen the abilities of extraordinary people on the "God of Death" path and cause them to mutate.
When he first arrived in Backlund and investigated the security situation around his rented house, Dunn had already roughly put the heart into the urn of St. Selina and directly connected it to a relic corresponding to the "Night Watch".
changes brought about by oneself.
After testing, Terah's range of pulling people like a dream has now increased by 5 meters, which can consume more spiritual energy. When there is no sunlight, it can drive the darkness within a certain range, which can be used for exploration or containment.
The most important thing is that in the dark environment, after Dunn dragged the target into the dream, he not only broke through the limitations of maintaining the dream state while being in the dream, he could even try to perform physical activities in reality, and could spread the thread of illusion.
Limit target actions!
Of course, this will also weaken the control effect of dreams, consume a lot of spiritual energy, and put a huge mental burden on the user.
The steaming white porcelain coffee cup was pressed against Dunn's lower lip. He was distracted by the darkness and his eyes looked very blank.
In his field of vision, a manservant who was usually responsible for running errands was leading another man wearing a brown soft hat and a canvas worker's uniform, and carrying a large bag of tools for repairing pipes.
Climb the stairs.
Dunn, who didn't remember Butler Fried mentioning the need for workers to repair the pipes, stared blankly, put down his unfinished coffee, and planned to get up to ask.
Suddenly, Dunn, who was walking towards the valet and workers, stopped, quickly turned his head, and looked at Babbage's study in disbelief.
The "vision" he established through darkness actually moved silently!
No, no, it's not that the vision has moved, it should be that the shadow carrying the darkness has changed... The worry in my heart gradually gained the upper hand, and I took a deep look at the somewhat suspicious worker, but found nothing unusual.
Dunn frowned and walked a few steps quickly, planning to open Babbage's study directly and take a closer look.
Although it might have been that the old gentleman who had some mobility difficulties had accidentally moved a few decorations, or that he had blocked the light source with his body when picking up books from the bookcase and changed the dark layout, Dunn, who was in a sensitive period, did not dare to
Bet he'd rather risk intrusion and offense to ensure his employer's safety.
Dunn, who was wearing a maroon coat, didn't feel sleepy at all. In less than two seconds, his palm had climbed onto the brass handle on the milky white door of the study room, and his right hand was about to exert force.
"ah!"
Without warning, the gentleman wearing black-rimmed glasses held his head and howled, as if a steel nail had been driven directly into his brain. The strong stinging sensation stimulated his five senses to twist together, making him extremely painful.
Bang!
On Dunn's right, the worker who had been acting suspiciously had dropped the tool bag in his hand. On his plain face, two eyes that seemed to contain lightning were extremely eye-catching.
"Interrogator"?
Dunn, who was still tormented by the "spiritual penetration", turned his head with difficulty, his face distorted, and he looked in disbelief at the squirming disgusting granules on the face of the manservant beside the worker, and the bloody flesh formed another face.
It was a handsome man with black hair, blue eyes, and a light beard. His face was full of confidence. He raised his hands slightly and moved his fingers like a puppet.
Stupid layman, old Babbage has not made any progress, and he only has this one Extraordinary bodyguard... Rosago, who used his secret puppet to cause harm to Dunn, did not waste any time, while continuing to manipulate the secret puppet, using "
"Psychic Penetration" continued to attack Dunn, while leisurely capturing his spiritual body thread.
The "Secret Puppet Master" with rich experience hooked his finger and easily hooked a ball of air, and his confident face suddenly stiffened.
Wow.
The dream framed by darkness was shattered, and Rosago, who had returned to his original appearance, had a confused look on his face. He pressed his back against the last step, maintaining the same movements as when he walked up to the second floor.
Accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, a silver bullet trailing a crimson spiritual trajectory was like a sharp arrow, piercing the middle of the eyebrow next to Rosago, and burst out from the back of his head. It burst and was thrown away.
Various red and yellow goops splashed all over Rosago's body.
The "spiritual witch" of the Church of Night?
Why can he move while dragging me into a dream?
Unable to believe that he was dragged into the dream without realizing it, Rosago's spiritual intuition was so strong that he quickly broke down. Following the muscle memory of the "Joker", he exerted force on both feet at the same time and jumped to the right with strange movements.
, his body was almost folded in half to avoid the second bullet fired by Dunn.
Because he has left the Nighthawks team, his equipment cannot be replenished. He can only use the ritual magic he has learned to pray to the goddess. Dunn, who has enchanted the silver bullet, does not dare to shoot at will like before, and his eyes are fixed on Rosago's
At the same time, he was still distracted by the intruder who might have invaded the study, lurking in the shadows.
He continuously pulled the trigger, forcing Rosago, who was constantly jumping or rolling, to roll down the stairs. He quickly turned around, accelerated his run, and knocked open the door of old Babbage's study.
boom!
"Mr. Evans?" Babbage, who was holding a document in both hands, wearing pajamas, and wearing gold chain glasses on his nose, asked angrily Dunn who suddenly broke into his room. His somewhat bloated body took a small step back.
He moved and picked up the revolver that had been on the table.
Dunn used the abilities given by "darkness" one after another. There was constant sweat on his face. Without any explanation, he turned on his spiritual vision. After scanning the inside of the room, he looked at Mr. Babbage's wrinkled eyes and quickly explained:
"People from the Zigman Party may be coming to attack. I will take you out of here immediately."
"Attack?" Nicholas Babbage, who was confused by this sudden situation, subconsciously retorted and dropped the document he was holding in his hand. "What are you talking about? I didn't hear anything."
Didn't hear it?
I fired several shots just now... Dunn, who had just realized that there was a problem, had not yet reacted or was ready to use the power of "darkness" again. He saw that the shadow under old Babbage's feet seemed to have come to life.
Like vines that were growing at an accelerated rate, they sprung up and tightly bound the torso of this elderly man who was a little weak.
The vines made of shadows are constantly squirming and pulling, as if they are trying to pull their prey closer to the dangerous abyss where they are hiding.
Suddenly, the movements of the shadows that coexisted with the darkness became sluggish, and illusory smooth threads emerged from them. They consciously used their heads as needle points and pierced into the vines built by the shadows.
At the same time, his energy evaporated rapidly, and due to the negative effects of the sealed object, his heart gradually felt throbbing pain. Dunn decisively drew his gun, aimed at Babbage's body, and sprayed out the only two enchanted silver bullets.
There were two muffled bangs, crimson light exploded, and auras of fear and peace erupted at the same time.
Under the fear of being directly immersed in the spirit body, half of the thick shadow vines loosened and half dissipated on the spot, and the biting feeling caused by the violent hunger suddenly disappeared.
The old Babbage, who was almost unconscious and with wet skin all over his body, went limp and collapsed on the floor.
"Her flowers break through the night and dawn."
"Be brave enough to open your eyes to the day."
"It's a pity that I was so embarrassed by the gaze that I had nowhere to hide."
"She withered and withered in dizziness."
A mellow voice murmured a peaceful poem. The shadow that was struggling fiercely to climb up on old Babbage suddenly became weak and fell softly. The shadow in the film seemed to have returned to normal.
After seeing his ability take effect, Dunn took a few quick steps, pounced, and before the hidden enemy appeared, he pushed out Nicholas Babbage, whose body was nearly half sunken into the shadow mire.
He rolled his body, and regardless of his rough movements, he directly lifted his employer, who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms, onto his shoulders, smashed through the glass window blocked by the curtains, and planned to jump out from the second floor.
Wow!
There was a splashing sound of blood, and a stream of thick, hot blood was wrapped in a curse, dyeing the velvet curtains red, and leaving traces of corrosion on the soft cloth.
Dunn, whose pupils suddenly shrank, took two steps back instantly. Because he was carrying old Babbage, his center of gravity was too high, and he almost rolled over and fell.
Boom, boom, boom! A heavy heartbeat sounded. Against the backdrop of the crimson moonlight, a slender shadow grew from behind the curtains, almost as high as the roof.
Dunn resisted the discomfort in his heart, held the revolver in his right hand and pushed his glasses that were about to slide off, staring warily at the monster that might attack at any time behind the curtains.
But quite unexpectedly, a pair of pale and slender hands opened the curtains. After eating and resting, Helen had adjusted her condition. The radiant Helen slowly walked out of the shadow that had previously hidden her and walked out of the curtains.
Deng Deng Deng!
There were a few heavy footsteps, and Rosago, who had rolled down the stairs and had already dealt with the bodyguards on the first floor, ran to the door of Babbage's study with the large-caliber revolver in his hand, and flanked Helen, who was in good condition.
Dunn was extremely weak.
The situation at this time is almost dead!
Feeling the constant pressure from his heart, Dunn's eyes were occupied by bloodshot eyes. His thoughts were confused. He turned slightly sideways, and his eyes kept wandering on the two enemies in front and behind.
"No, I must protect Mr. Babbage's life, at least bring him to the goddess's church."
"Church..." Dunn, who was in a trance, suddenly recalled that he had been separated from the Nighthawks, had a change of thought, and instinctively read the string of unfamiliar honorary names.