Then the moonlight shot/into the room from the gap in the curtains, and you can see the smiling Hathaway and Miss Michael in the photo. Judging from the appearance, it should have been taken a few years ago.
She looked at it for a while, then stuffed the photo back, hesitated and took out a piece of paper from the interlayer again. This is the part of the "Fidiktli Kingdom Times" a few days ago, which had a photo of Jenkins and the Queen. She secretly cut out the photo and put it here.
Although Jenkins in the photo is also smiling, Hathaway, who is familiar with him, knows that he must be complaining about the troublesomeness of this matter at that moment.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing. He stroked the newspaper with his fingers before returning it to its original position.
After closing the closet, I stood by the window for a while before I completely closed the printed curtains, turned around and walked to the door, making sure that there was no sound of anyone breathing outside the door.
But even in such a closed environment, the vague sense of surveillance still exists.
"Okay, that's all."
She clenched her fists to cheer herself up, then knelt down on the soft carpet. He lifted the cushion at the foot of the bed and took out a small box, took out the ritual chalk in it, and crookedly drew a prayer circle on the surface of the expensive carpet. Using a knife to cut through the slender fingers that were as white as lotus roots, he frowned and drew the holy emblem of God on the palm of the other hand.
Afterwards, a small piece of translucent metal was taken out as a sacrifice, which is an extremely rare extraordinary metal-star gold.
"Pray to you, great [Wonderful Movement]! I implore you, please help me not to be peeped by evil!"
She knelt on the ground on one knee and pressed her forehead with the blood-painted palm of the holy emblem, while the sacrificial metal disappeared bit by bit. The gentle gaze was transmitted from the sky above the highest point, and an inexplicable music melody even appeared in the ear.
She waited quietly, motionless, and when the substantial gaze completely enveloped her, she felt the pressure of a heavy object on her shoulders.
Turning his head slightly, a gray-green reptile that looked like a centipede was wriggling and landing on the clothes. Visibly frightened, it flinched and tried to move down from its shoulders, but ended up shivering in the distance.
This is not a complete physical creature, otherwise Hathaway would have touched it long ago. But no matter what it is, under the gaze of the great gods, it can only be turned into powder little by little and completely disappeared.
After the ceremony, Hathaway wiped away the traces on the carpet, and fell down on her own bed with a confused face.
She didn't know who was watching her at all, nor did she know who she had provoked recently. Due to frequent major accidents in Nolan City since this month, she didn't even dare to make any contact with the strange Bestower.
Whether it was the spectacle on October 31 that the bestowers of half the continent could see, or the weird plague a few days ago, the supernatural beings in this city decided to retreat for a while, at least until the Orthodox Church Catch the culprit.
"It's not like I haven't seen a stranger before."
She rolled over in her own bed, staring at the curtains that covered the window in the dark bedroom:
"Recently, someone was selling [Witch's Kiss] in the city. The vendor who sells the medicine is also a gifter, but the level is very low, but we don't have any enmity. Could it be because I lowered the price too low, but a bottle of 100 pounds, Should be enough..."
If Jenkins knew that someone was doing the middleman and making such a huge profit, he would be crazy.
The feeling of being watched hasn't been there since Monday night when the gods got rid of that disgusting crawler. Although he was still vigilant, nothing unusual happened around him.
On Wednesday night, at the invitation of a long-lost friend, the red-haired girl attended a small party outside the city. After the party, he declined the invitation to spend the night in the manor, and hurried to the city in a carriage.
She still has some urgent matters to attend to tonight. A special plant planted in the garden of her residence on the west bank of the Westminster River should bloom around midnight. She has been looking forward to it for a long time, and this is related to the learning of a brand new ability, so she can't be sloppy at all.
The avenues in the city were as dark as the trails outside the city, only the restless and boring sound of horseshoes and wheels remained unchanged. She leaned against the window looking at the street view boredly, and thought of the news in the morning newspaper yesterday that Nolan City would also install street lights in the dock area and the main streets in the city.
"This should be considered a good thing. It will be safer to travel at night in the future..."
Before the thoughts about safety at night were over, the carriage bumped strangely, and then the horse neighed abnormally.
She hastily snapped her fingers against the air, as if the air had formed a cannonball, shattering the outer wall of the carriage with a bang.
But there was nothing outside, only a dead horse and a dead coachman. The cause of their death is easy to deduce, because the driver's neck wound is still spurting blood.
Hathaway's face darkened, because of Ms. Mihail's reasons, she has always been opposed to involving ordinary people in the grievances of the benefactor.
Standing vigilantly in the carriage and watching the surroundings, a silver bracelet and a small golden bell were exposed on the drooping left wrist.
The silver thread trembled slightly, as if someone invisible was fiddled with it. The sound of a violin came from there, and the music played made people tremble.
Since these silvery threads have absorbed B-10-5-7722, the Right Song for the Right Occasion, it has all the capabilities of the absorbee - which means that the compatibility between the two is very good. And Hathaway also gradually discovered that she can clearly judge whether she is in a dangerous situation according to the melody of the music, and the dangerous distance can be judged according to the size of the sound.
The music at this time indicated that the danger was very close.
Sensitivity to the sound made Hathaway subconsciously dodge to one side, and along with the sacrifice of the surviving half of the car, a fist that was shining red came over.
There was another bang, and the fist hit a layer of transparent film on the red-haired woman's body. She used this force to fall towards the outside of the car, and the sound like soap bubbles breaking meant that the shield was temporarily unusable.
Standing in the moonlight and facing Hathaway was a bald man like an iron tower. His appearance was extremely vicious, even if he was questioned by the police while walking on the street, it was normal.
"I have to make sure first, is it really me you are looking for?"
PS: I don’t need an explanation as to why Hathaway and Jenkins used slightly different prayer rites? With different beliefs, the bestowers have different ritual habits, that's all.