Detective Zerrell, who took the parchment contract, groped around on the coffee table for a few times, but couldn't find the pen. He turned around and looked for it on the surrounding shelves. He looked around for a few times and couldn't see any pens on any shelf.
With an apology on his face, Detective Zerrell said:
"Sorry, I'm going to get a pen." After Rawls nodded, Zerrell got up and walked upstairs.
Listening to the "ta-da" footsteps, Rawls looked towards the stairs, got up and walked to the sofa where Detective Zarrell had just been sitting. He looked around carefully and saw a few tawny hairs on the back of the sofa.
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Taking off his hair and putting it into a small paper bag he brought with him, Rawls quickly sat back in his seat. Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, he shook his head, feeling that he seemed to be like the characters in some movies.
Metamorphosis makes no difference.
Detective Zerrell walked down the stairs, glanced at Rawls quickly, and then looked at the surrounding shelves to confirm that nothing had changed. He nodded silently and walked towards the sofa.
After glancing at the treaty on the parchment again and confirming that it had not changed, Detective Zerrell signed his name and rubbed his brows, wondering if he had been too tired recently. After confirming that it was correct, he handed the parchment to
Rawls.
Seeing Rawls taking the parchment and making no move, Detective Zerrell suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he asked tentatively:
"Mr. Lister, where is my contract?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, I only prepared one copy. I'll make another copy."
…
Detective Zerrell stood at the door with a smile on his face. Looking at Rawls's retreating figure, his face gradually became ugly. He turned around and closed the door with a "bang".
Walking into the living room, sitting on the sofa, and looking at the contract written on white paper on the coffee table, Zerrell frowned. He confirmed that there was no difference between the two contracts except for the paper, but he always felt that something was amiss.
wrong.
Alas, maybe it’s because my identity is too sensitive and I will subconsciously doubt everything I see.
The sound of "ta da" footsteps sounded, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing an old coat that was inappropriate for his age and a round hat walked down. He was thin and had a green face. The most noticeable thing was his
A pair of red eyes.
He looked at Detective Zerrell, who was sitting on the sofa with an unkind expression, and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Zerrell, is the client's task difficult?"
Zerrell waved his hand, exhaled and said:
"No, the deadline for this task is still a long time away. You should still do what you should do like them."
"OK."
The red-eyed boy took off his hat towards Zerrell in the living room and bowed slightly. He was grateful to Detective Zerrell. Although what he was assigned to do was dangerous, a child of his age could
I am content to live in Backlund.
Carefully opening the door, the boy stuck his head out, looked around carefully, and found nothing. He pressed his dome hat and walked out of Detective Zerrell's house.
At the corner of the street, Rawls looked away. His feeling just now was indeed correct. There was indeed someone in Detective Zerrell's home. Judging from his body shape, he should be the child he adopted from the street.
He took out the parchment, looked at Detective Zerrell's signature "Zarrell Victor Lee" on it, stroked the golden pattern on it, and slowly instilled spirituality into it.
The golden patterns on it gave off a faint light and a sense of majesty. Rawls could even feel that the entire parchment was gradually getting hotter. Gu
This parchment contract was made by him using the spell "Fair Contract" that comes with the "Stand of Fairness". Just as he thought, the prerequisite for the implementation of the spell does not require two people to sign a contract in advance. They only need to write it down after the production is completed.
Contract, sign the names of both parties, and the contract is automatically established. No matter which party violates it, they will pay a sufficient price.
Rolling up the parchment and stuffing it into his arms, Rawls thought about it and took out the contract again. He held the "rod of fairness" with a slightly disguised head and tail, and slowly injected spirituality. Three seconds later
, spit out an ancient Hermetic language:
"Spiritual vision." Various aura colors began to appear in front of me.
The parchment was spread flat on the ground, and he held the head of the staff in his hand, pressing the "Rod of Justice" straight on it. The brown pupils in his eyes turned black, and he entered a semi-meditative state.
Rawls only felt that the "spirit" of his body was becoming lighter and floating, and he vaguely saw the ubiquitous "spiritual world", and silently thought in his heart "the position of the person who made the contract with me."
After seven times, his hand left the "stick of justice" and the stick remained standing.
Rawls stared at the cane with his deep black pupils, and silently recited in his heart again:
"The position of the person who made the contract with me."
As soon as he finished reciting silently, the "Rod of Justice" fell down and fell to the left front, pointing directly at Detective Zerrell's position.
Seeing that his divination stick technique was successful, Rawls's mouth showed a smile, and then he felt a little bitter. He reached into his pocket and took out another paper bag, and opened it to find a few tawny hairs.
He originally wanted to use hair for divination, but suddenly he thought that since those who violate the contract will be punished, the person who signed the contract will definitely leave something in it. Otherwise, how can the contract punish those who violate him?
?
He stuffed the paper bag back into his pocket. This was fine, so he could test two spells at once. Xavier was not an extraordinary person, but I just watched him rub his brows after signing, which seemed to consume his spirituality.
If you are an extraordinary person, even if you are not proficient in ritual magic, you should be able to feel the loss of spirituality.
Just as he was about to end his spiritual vision state, something seemed to flash out of the corner of his eye. Looking over, he saw a strange-shaped spirit body streaking through the air.
It was a creature with three wings, the head of a human and the body of a fish. Half of the face was blank, and the facial features were crowded on the other half of the face. The body of the fish was like a manta ray from the previous life, and it was dragging a tail that resembled a snake's tail.
Is this a spirit from the spiritual world?
Rawls has turned on his spiritual vision many times before and after. Most of what he saw in the East District were ghosts. Existences like ghosts were unconscious and didn't dissipate for some reason. In the West District, perhaps it was because it was the area responsible for the Nighthawks.
And the people who live there are middle- and upper-class wealthy people, so you can hardly see these things.
But this is the first time I have seen this guy who doesn’t look like a normal spirit. Moreover, it’s flight path obviously hasn’t changed, so it’s obviously conscious. It flies over so blatantly, and I’m not afraid of a shot from the “Machine Heart”.
Blow it down for you.
Putting the parchment contract away, Rawls picked up his cane and, out of curiosity, chased the spirit in the direction of its flight.
Half an hour later, Rawls had arrived at the edge of Backlund Bridge. He had ended his spiritual vision state early and entered the "machine" state, and his brain was running rapidly.
Although the spiritual vision state can be maintained until Rawls' spirituality is exhausted, due to the side effects of the "Justice Rod", the two states must be maintained for an equal amount of time. The "machine" state can only be maintained for half an hour.
Otherwise, it will gradually become a machine without emotions.
Politely stretched out his hand to stop a hurried pedestrian and asked him where he was ahead.
The pedestrian's eyes widened, his face looked frightened, and he whispered a few words.
This is the headquarters of the Black Skull Party!