The nightlife in the core area of Secrid's capital, Sanfran Light Shield District, is abuzz with entertainment.
The upper classes attended parties everywhere, and the pain of poverty and the evil forces lurking in the darkness of the United States were insignificant to them.
This is a salon for art lovers, hosted by a local rich man, who invited many people who live in Sanfran.
Pianists, painters, famous authors and performing artists come together.
The venue was luxurious and bright, and the guests paid great attention to spiritual and cultural exchanges. They did not talk about business matters, and there was less of a copper smell and more of a strong literary and artistic atmosphere.
There was a lady wearing a white skirt on the shoulder of the road, sitting solemnly under the light. She held a cello in both hands, and her melodious bass kept wandering around the club.
The surrounding guests watched quietly, and few people made any noise.
People seek inspiration and edification from music and enjoy this gathering of artists with their eyes closed.
A certain delicate-looking young woman with her hair tied up and wearing glasses couldn't help but pick up a delicate pen and gently record the beauty in front of her on a blank page.
At this time, a waiter came over, lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.
The young woman wearing glasses immediately put away the notebook, then stood up, holding up the somewhat obstructive pink skirt, and followed the waiter through the crowd. In the back office, she saw the organizer of the party - that
Mr. Rich.
"Ah! Welcome, Ms. Rowling, please take a seat wherever you like."
The rich man said, instructing the waiter to close the door when he went out, and to bring some more desserts and drinks.
"Thank you, Mr. Salamanchi." The woman known as Rowling sat down gently and bowed forward to avoid crushing her bustle.
"Are you satisfied with tonight's party?" The rich man fiddled with the objects on the table, his eyes wandering, looking a little absent-minded.
Just as Rowling was about to speak, the door opened again, and the waiter came in again, bringing them desserts and coffee.
After the waiter left again, Rowling replied: "It's a very good atmosphere. I didn't expect to meet so many famous people. I have benefited a lot from communicating with you and I have gained a lot of inspiration for writing."
"Really..." The rich man fiddled with it for a long time, finally found a tissue, and hurriedly pulled it out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, "But it's a pity that Mr. Snow Leopard didn't come. If he were here, he would definitely be able to cooperate with the performance of Ms. Liz outside.
We can bring you a shocking singing performance.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Lin was obviously stunned. She looked at the rich man in confusion, and then noticed that the man seemed to be very nervous. He kept wiping his sweat and his hands were shaking slightly.
"Um...Mr. Snow Leopard...didn't he accept the invitation?"
"Yes, I...probably...have something important to do, so I didn't come, but...I heard that you are quite familiar with him." The rich man even started to tremble in his tone when he spoke.
Rowling's eyes swayed and she said hesitantly: "I...I don't know that gentleman. Oh no, I've heard of his opera performances, but...I'm not familiar with him at all."
The rich man held the tissue tightly and held it against his mouth, and did not speak for a long time.
He looked at the door of the room from time to time, as if waiting for someone.
Suddenly, he looked shocked and hurriedly walked over and opened the door, welcoming an old man with gray hair in.
"I...I followed your order and called Ms. Rowling..."
He said to the old man cautiously, and then with the other party's consent, he opened the door and left quickly, leaving the old man and Ms. Rowling alone in the room.
Ms. Luo Lin's face changed slightly, she noticed something was wrong, but the old man closed the door and sat in front of Luo Lin.
It's very quiet here. If the old man wants to harm a woman, the woman's scream will attract the attention of everyone in the party.
Perhaps realizing this, Luo Lin calmed down and asked the other party doubtfully: "I'm sorry...do you want to see me?"
The old man hammered his cane, took off his hat and placed it on the table in front of him, looking calmly at the woman in front of him.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I entrusted Mr. Salamanchi to call you here. I have some topics I want to talk to you about, Ms. Rowling."
The old man was not hostile, which made Luo Lin relax her vigilance.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Before I open the topic, who are you?"
The old man picked up the cup of coffee that originally belonged to the rich man and took a sip without saying anything.
"My name is Vincent Tang. I am not a big shot. I am just an ordinary guest at this party."
Rowling frowned slightly, took a sip of coffee with both hands, and asked while holding the coffee cup: "Okay, Mr. Vincent, what is your purpose of inviting me here alone?"
The old man tapped his fingers on the table twice: "I'll get straight to the point. Are you a member of Erod Jean?"
Rowling's hand holding the coffee froze.
"E...Elode? I don't know...I don't know any Elode."
The old man's expression remained calm, and his emotions were completely invisible.
Then, a sigh came from his mouth: "It's a pity that you have a bright future and are a well-known best-selling author, but your mind has been deceived by a practitioner of the secret transmission of flesh and blood, and you are willing to sacrifice your body and heart for the pleasure of your flesh.
And... everything."
Rowling stood up with a crash, the cup fell to the ground, and the coffee wet the hem of her skirt.
The woman's face was slightly pale, her eyes were narrowed, and her expression gradually turned cold in shock.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm leaving!"
After saying that, she held up her skirt and went to open the door, only to find that the door was locked!
"Mr. Salamanchi?"
Luo Lin's expression suddenly changed, and she turned around and stared at the old man.
"who are you?"
The old man continued to taste the desserts in a relaxed manner, and said lightly: "I know that you are a student of the world's path, so I feel it is a pity..."
"What a pity?" Luo Lin's expression was stunned. She reached into her collar and seemed to be preparing to take out something hidden in her underwear.
"Because you and him are both going to die tonight..."
The old man stood up with his cane in his hand and looked at the best-selling author with a smile.
…
On the other side, Victor and Li Anlong watched helplessly as Elode operated on him on the spot, sewing up the injured vital organs and stopping the bleeding. The entire operation took less than half an hour.
"It's totally off the mark!"
Victor cursed in his native dialect, then turned around and ran away.
"Flee! This job can't be done! Let William do it by himself!"
He was very straightforward. After discovering that the opponent's ability was impeccable, he immediately gave up resistance and prepared to run away.
If it were just Secret Transmission Three, with an ability like Sullivan's, Victor would indeed have a chance to defeat the opponent if he cooperated with Rianlong with sufficient intelligence.
But now, Elold has shown an ability that far exceeds the third secret transmission. It is equivalent to him mastering two sequences by himself, and it is difficult to guarantee whether he has slept with other seers and used the third one.
Sequence capabilities.
After a moment of weighing, Victor decided to run first.
Li Anlong didn't hesitate and ran away with him.
However, after finishing the wound, Elode didn't think about letting them go. He directly picked up all the nearby blades and called out their names one after another.
As a result, several flying knives struck at the backs of Victor and Lianlong.