Dusk had passed, and the sky was rapidly becoming dark.
The fireworks that exploded in the sky replaced the setting sun.
These fireworks will continue until the end of the dinner.
This is a sign that the birthday banquet is about to begin and the guests are seated.
It is also a universal ritual. Just like lighting candles on the dining table, or illuminating one's own house with light, it can be regarded as using "light" to call for "purification"; decorating one's house with artwork can be regarded as protecting "nobility" with "art" 'Same.
And a grand fireworks show can simultaneously satisfy the three righteous gods of "light", "art" and "fire", and receive the blessings of the three righteous gods Mr. Yao, Yaweng and Suifu.
Such universal rituals are certainly not entirely invalid. But in fact, that's what happened... It's more about seeking peace of mind.
But fireworks themselves are not complex transformational creations.
If the patterns and colors are not particularly complicated, its conversion difficulty is even much lower than that of black fire. Therefore, the price of fireworks can also be called cheap—at least in the field of conversion products, it can be regarded as cheap.
Therefore, fireworks are always essential when performing some important ceremonies.
This time, the explosives used to "open the curtain" were hidden in the fireworks.
The goal of these explosives is not to kill or injure many people. The main purpose is to start a fire... The purpose of starting a fire is to cause panic.
If you want to cause panic in the first place, it is impossible to cause an explosion at the beginning of the fireworks show.
Because it was Henry VIII's 80th birthday, the 80th pyrotechnic was the only giant pyrotechnic - after it exploded, the band was about to start playing.
And the moment it lifts off...
All eyes were on the fireworks.
Annan clasped "miss. Quiet".
Suddenly jumped off the seat.
Noticing Annan's movements, Philip turned his head inadvertently.
— Then he saw a pair of gray pupils.
A strong sense of laziness rose in Philip's heart for no reason.
And Annan's body suddenly melted, and a tall, middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes jumped out of "Annan"'s body!
Philip Noah reacted quickly, and he immediately realized what was going on.
At that moment, his eyes were full of fear—but to Annan's surprise, Philip broke away from the effect of "Sloth Eye" in less than two seconds!
—Is he a transcendent
Such a thought flashed through Annan's mind.
The moment Philip opened his mouth, Annan had already drawn the gun and pulled the trigger at the same time.
Annan didn't know whether the death declaration he had made before would still be effective after such a long time... If it had failed, putting it in Kafni's skirt and shooting it would probably hurt Kafni.
Thankfully it does work.
The bullet exploded in Philip's chest before it was fired. The great pain caused his body to lose the ability to avoid it.
And Annan stretched out his right hand, grabbed Philip's neck, and crushed it!
Then he punched Philip in the chest. The extremely cold breath pierced into his heart that had not yet cooled down, freezing it. The bullet was also sealed in Philip's chest.
The more complicated the plan, the more accident-prone it is.
Annan's plan was very simple—
He first discovered the body of Ferdinand who had been exposed to the cold, and asked Elizabeth to take Old Merlin to identify the body.
Elizabeth naturally knew that it was unlikely that Old Merlin had killed the person—if he killed the person himself, it would be impossible for him to leave evidence against him.
But old Merlin was proficient in the spells of the Disabling School, so he could definitely tell Elizabeth about the wizard who attacked Ferdinand, his mastery of this spell, and his approximate height.
If old Merlin can cooperate and is willing to share this information with Elizabeth... A "little black man" representing the suspect should appear in Elizabeth's mind.
Afterwards, there was only one way to completely rule out my suspicion...
Bitter meat.
Similar scars were left on Philip and himself.
Cafney's direct eyewitness testimony, coupled with Elizabeth's testimony and old Merlin's alibi, creates a fiction that doesn't exist...a tall, powerful, incapacitating killer!
Even with the spells of the Prophet and Edict Schools to verify, at best the information that the murderer is called "Ghirlandaio David Buonaro" can only be obtained!
"Wow… "
At this moment, the fireworks are in full bloom.
The huge, lifelike golden lion roared silently in the air, like a living thing. Immediately, 80 stars flew out from the lion in all directions, and exploded in the air for a second time, weaving a gorgeous picture scroll covering the entire night sky!
People couldn't help but marvel at the grand scene, and at the same time, amidst the sound of music, they got up and prepared to salute Henry VIII who was about to enter the door.
At this moment, Annan changed back to his original body and aimed the gun at his abdomen.
Pull the trigger without hesitation!
His face immediately turned pale, and his body shook. Even with the curse that weakens the pain perception, Annan felt an intense, unbearable pain in an instant—it was the pain of internal organs being pierced.
Fortunately, the sealing ability of "Miss Quiet" made Annan lose the ability to make voices.
He couldn't make a scream!
Yes, Annan chose to use the last bullet of "miss. Quiet" to attack himself, so that he could keep absolutely quiet in all his actions within ten seconds!
Because the last time he became David was very short, his cooling time is also very short.
After two seconds, Annan changed back to David again.
He endured the pain and stuffed "miss. Quiet" into Philip's mouth, and then took out Ferdinand's silver pocket watch—he did not use the last silver vessel on his body to save himself, but aimed it at Philip's mouth. pistol, and fired a "sharp thing" mercilessly!
His goal was originally to destroy the pistol and Philip's expression before he died.
But I didn't expect... The "sharp thing" displayed by this pocket watch is far more powerful than Annan's imagination!
A violently oscillating silver sonic boom fluctuated, but no sound came out.
It directly smashed Philip's head, even the parts above the shoulders, together with the curse pistol, into pieces silently!
And Annan instantly changed back to himself, reached out to touch his abdomen, attacked himself again, and froze the abdominal wound.
When these things were done, Annan had only 8% of his health left.
— This will be Annan's only omission.
Because based on old Merlin's experience, he can naturally see... The caster level of "Cold Contact" in Annan's abdomen is not the same as that of "Philip" and "Ferdinand"!
But Annan was willing to gamble.
This is a pointless challenge.
Failure will ruin the nightmare that could have been cleared in vain...
If successful, you will be able to get the most perfect decryption reward - the power of elements.
But Annan didn't yearn for the power of this element...or in other words, what he yearned for was not just the power of the element.
For some reason, Annan felt a strong desire to win.
Don't want to admit defeat.
Only in this incident... only when using the body of "Annan", Annan hopes to be the "protagonist"!
Perhaps what Philip said is right, Annan's desire is too strong...
Satisfying desire itself is more important than any material reward!
He believed that Old Merlin, after seeing Ferdinand's body and sensing the remnants of the ritual, would be able to understand what Annan was doing and cover up his plot.
Can you read my message... Merlin!
"It's time to prepare to cry out for help, Kafni... I'll leave the rest to you."
Annan whispered, enduring the pain and showing a bleak smile: "And... happy birthday."
"…Thank you. I will remember you."
Kafni hugged Annan's increasingly cold body, and murmured in a low voice: "Even if no one sings... Even if no one knows, you are the hero who saved us all, I will..."
Annan lost consciousness in Kafni's arms before he finished listening to her.
Even without any evidence.
At the moment before he fell into a coma, Annan also believed that he was bound to win.
It was a throbbing from the depths of the soul... and intuition.