When the carriage crossed the entire Les Sergents and arrived at the Count of Orleans' Palace, the sky was already getting brighter.
It was not yet five o'clock in the morning, and some sparse people could already be seen on the road.
"...The little lady hasn't come back yet."
Yasen was a little worried: "Is something going to happen?"
Aiwass couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to her even if something happens to us..."
Even in a traveling posture, Aleister is still a fifth-level peak Moonchild dressed in a nun's costume. Her strength is only higher than that of the Red Phase. As a Blood Angel, she has also lost the common weaknesses of the Moonchild.
——Aiwass tried to trick them into opening the door, but he was actually opening the door for himself, not for Aleister.
And if Aleister fully activates his advent posture and grows bleeding wings and enters the sixth level... then he will be able to completely crush the Moon Child. Not to mention, Aleister himself has a level equal to the Moon Child.
High special attack.
If "Perfect Man" is based on Eternal Self's original plan, based on the transcendent posture of Eternal Self and the Blood Tiansi, the son of the Banquet Master, as a template... then the "Holy Blood Angel" is the re-fusion of Eternal Self through the power of the Fallen Heavenly Secretary.
, Yantiansi, Wutiansi’s power.
That is to say, on the basis of perfection, Wu Tiansi's purifying power is added, thus achieving a new balance.
"In this case..."
Aiwass fell into deep thought.
Aleister is furious and has not returned yet. It is not easy for Aiwass to directly switch to the Beast of Sin - the top position will cause Aleister outside to be squeezed out and disappear.
That wouldn't be good.
Now that you have taken action, you still have to kill them all. It would be bad if you leave half of your life to scream.
"Wait at the door?"
Sherlock looked up and asked.
"No need," Aiwass shook his head, his eyes looking deeply, "I am more or less at the fifth level - let's go in."
"There is still me, what are you afraid of!"
Yasen shook the warm dagger at his waist - it gave Yasen more confidence.
At this time, the servants outside the carriage had been waiting for a long time.
The guests did not open the curtains, and they did not dare to directly step forward to disturb each other. They could only wait respectfully outside the carriage, and some people had already turned back to report.
Although I don’t know why the Duke’s people would visit the Earl’s Mansion in the early morning... But everyone is already here, so what else can be done?
After all, anyone can recognize Bing Xin Gong’s carriage... Now that the king of Iris is gone, the three grand dukes still exist, and even the people of the duchy are living a better life than outside. Even if they publicly claim that they
He is still a duke, and the parliament does not even dare to fart... This is the value of the military power of the duke.
At this time, the carriage door opened. Sherlock and Yassen walked out one after another, followed by Aiwass dressed as the son of the moon in white robes.
"grown ups……"
Immediately, a blood servant came up to greet the three of them - especially Yasen - with a complicated and classical etiquette: "We have already reported, and someone will come to greet us soon..."
He didn't dare ask Aiwass what they were doing here. Of course, he didn't deserve to ask either.
He didn't know who Aiwass and Shylock were, but at least he knew Yassen de Vendôme.
Once the most famous Phantom Thief in Iris, the common idol of Iris' lower class society, Hawkeye used to recruit new "stars".
When he was most famous, he tricked the Iris police in circles for three months in a row. At most, twelve fourth-level people and one fifth-level person were unable to catch him, and even allowed him to successfully take away things.
It's in the newspaper almost twice a week, and it's always on the front page.
Whether they are the merchants of the Goblin Chamber of Commerce, the elf bishops of the Theocracy, the great nobles of Star Antimony, the White Gloves of Avalon, or the private guards of the ancient Kingdom of Parthia, they have all experienced Yassen's elusiveness. Those high-ranking figures have nothing to do with him.
.
Whether it's the pickpockets in rags in the back alleys or the rich ladies in the Duke's mansion, they all like him.
He is also famous for his passion... When looking for a lover, he never looks at the person's background and wealth, but only pursues beauty and romantic encounters.
——Such a guy who was famous for "rebelling against big shots" was recruited by the Duke as his son-in-law, and transformed into a big shot with "virtue in his name".
If it were another person, I'm afraid he could instantly turn from a fan to a bad person, triggering strong attacks from people.
However, this is not the case for Yasen... because he really didn't leave any money for himself. All the money he earned from stealing things was scattered among the people. He visited almost all the orphanages in Iris and secretly sent a few bags.
Money. Occasionally there will be some gifts during the holidays - it is said that no matter how well the doors and windows are closed, he can deliver the gifts directly to the tables of good children.
There are also some parents who give gifts to their children in this name... On almost any street of Iris, there will be at least one person who has received his favor. For such a righteous man, people can only wish him happiness.
Now the Son of the Moon will not attack him, and Hawkeye has a friendly relationship with him; many congressmen have good relations with him, he is familiar with the three Grand Dukes, and his reputation among the people is extremely high - although his strength is not very strong,
But regardless of whether you have an appointment or not, you can open most doors just by relying on this face.
Even if it wasn't a carriage from the Duke's Palace, the servants wouldn't dare to neglect Yassen.
They respectfully opened the door for Yassen. There were always more than four servants escorting them in front of them, and six servants stood in a row behind them - that was to protect them from the gun.
When some important figures get off the carriage, they will be assassinated by eagle-eyed people throwing throwing knives. Therefore, during the journey from the carriage to the indoor area, the servants must block the surrounding path airtightly, making it look like a fan meeting.
Crowded... There is no doubt that this is a special etiquette found only in Iris.
After being escorted to the door, a man dressed as an aristocrat finally hurried over.
That was a boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.
His appearance is almost neutral and elegant, and his short black shoulder-length hair makes him look more like a very sassy girl.
"Everyone, my name is Gaston d'Orléans."
The young man had a smile on his face, his voice was clear, and his eyes were not sleepy at all: "Dear guests, why are you visiting at this time... We have not prepared meals for our guests yet! Please come in quickly -"
With that said, he bowed gracefully in front and turned sideways to lead the way.
It was more like rehearsing an opera than entertaining guests. It had a strange but not inconsistent sense of exaggeration.
If it weren't for the blood lingering around his mouth, he would have looked like a young man who had just gotten up and started singing.
Yassen's eyes suddenly showed joy, and he smiled like Gaston.
He had completely forgotten why he came, so he took off his hat and returned the greeting: "Good morning, Master Gaston! May the blood cover the moonlit night..."
Gaston's eyes were deep for a moment, and he smiled and nodded to Yassen.
He led the three of them into the Earl's Mansion. On the way, he turned back and asked: "Your Excellency Yasen, may I ask who these two are..."
"I am Sherlock Hermes, a detective... from Avalon."
Sherlock had a gentle smile on his face at some point, and so did Aiwass. The smiles on the four people's faces were exactly the same, and it looked like they were copied and pasted expressions.
Aiwass' introduction shocked Gaston: "I am Aiwass Moriarty, the former eternal pope."
Hearing this, Gaston's steps suddenly stopped.
——What are you?
He looked back at Aiwass in astonishment, and even the fake smile on his face could not be maintained for a moment: "Aiwass... Your Excellency..."
At this moment, he suddenly realized that Aiwass' eyes were staring at him deeply.
--not good!
Gaston's heart suddenly tightened, and his originally dark red pupils suddenly turned bright red.
He suddenly turned into a swarm of bats and flew inside without looking back.
"What's wrong with him?"
Yassen was a little confused.
Sherlock also frowned and looked at Aiwass.
But at this moment, Aiwass suddenly raised his left hand. Blood was drawn from his fingertips and condensed into a small blood ball.
Then, it turned into a magic bullet——
Just like the magic bullet in the opera "The Magic Bullet", it flew zigzag in the air, passing through red light gracefully, and penetrated all the bats in turn.
It wrote lines of prayers in mid-air in beautiful elven writing:
[I respectfully invite Wu Tiansi, the Eyeless and Wordless Tiansi, the Tiansi without sun and moon]
[Please give me white mist to block the morning sun and condense the night dew]