"You men..."
Miss Martha suddenly laughed and then stood up from the sofa:
"My luck today is really bad."
"Ms. Martha, don't worry. Once Gray Gloves finds the real murderer among the three of you, you can leave safely."
Colonel Wood, the only one present who didn't know who the real murderer was, said as he moved a little closer to Miss Martha. He didn't seem to think that the gorgeously dressed lady in front of him was the murderer who poisoned her.
"No, when I say bad luck, I don't mean being forcibly identified as the murderer by you."
The woman folded her left arm across her chest, supporting her right elbow, and raised her right hand to rest beside her ear, looking at the colonel with a charming look:
"I mean, I didn't expect Princess Margaret of Anjou to appear here, and Count Sachia just happened to die in front of her. If it weren't for this unfortunate incident, I wouldn't be forced to stay by you."
Colonel Wood just smiled and didn't answer. Miss Martha glanced at the leather gun bag at his waist and said:
"So, according to the plan, you guys couldn't possibly find any evidence that I poisoned you, but now because of Margaret Anjou's arrival, you skipped the evidence and directly identified me as the murderer. This is really bad luck. When we made the plan, who could have thought that this would happen?"
"What, you..."
Colonel Wood was shocked and was about to say something, but he didn't expect Miss Martha to raise her right hand and wave it gently in front of him. The captain of the Royal Guard immediately collapsed to the ground. The alchemical ring on Miss Martha's finger must have the effect of making ordinary people unconscious.
As the colonel fell, she quite skillfully grabbed Mr. Wood's gun bag, pulled out the pistol and pointed it at the other two men standing near the door.
"Don't shoot!"
Mr. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt immediately raised their hands in unison and stood side by side looking at her:
"Ms. Martha, is it really you?!"
Mr. Bernhardt also asked, “shocked.”
"Yes, there is obviously no flaw, and ordinary people can't detect the toxin at all, but because of this ridiculous reason..."
Although the woman still had a smile on her face, her tone was full of reluctance:
"Gentlemen, don't let me see any of your little moves. You will be safe after I leave."
"No, you definitely don't dare shoot."
Shade said in broken Carsenric:
"Colonel Wood's .46 modified 8 pistol, without a silencer, can startle an entire building with a single shot. And now there are not only the Royal Guards outside, but also other attendants and servants coming from the manor where the princess is staying. If you dare to shoot, you will never be able to leave today."
"Are you deliberately provoking me? Mr. Delarion?"
Miss Martha's smile faded and she asked softly, pointing the gun at Shade with her left hand, then walked towards the two of them:
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who suggested that I was the murderer. You deserve to die for using power to wrongly accuse ordinary people."
As he spoke, the ring on his right hand suddenly shook towards Xia De. Xia De was stunned, and then fell straight down.
Mr. Bernhardt, who still had his hands raised, looked at Shade on the ground with his mouth slightly opened in surprise, and then said to Miss Martha:
"What's your trick? A trick?"
Miss Martha didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and waved her ring at the viscount, so Mr. Bernhardt also fell down. He fell very levelly and didn't crush Shade beside him.
After kicking Mr. Bernhardt, Miss Martha carefully touched her ring:
"The cracks have grown so large that they can only be used two more times."
As he spoke, he walked to the window and opened it. Outside the window was the garbage alley behind the White King Club. He looked down, took out the rouge box he carried with him from his pocket, opened it and placed it on the windowsill. Then, he opened the wardrobe in the corner and pulled out a few clothes, then walked into the separate bathroom in the room and locked the door.
The fallen Shade and Mr. Bernhardt immediately opened their eyes. Shade threw the Silent Note Spell that Yin Luna had given him on the ground, and then he and Mr. Bernhardt got up together:
"Whatever the other party's purpose for murdering the count is, it has nothing to do with us. Next, we continue to pretend to be unconscious, and when she leaves, we shout loudly and wake up the colonel."
Xia De suggested, and Mr. Bernhardt nodded immediately:
"I will use my talent for entering dreams to enter Colonel Wood's dream and stabilize his mind that is affected by the ring. Then I will change his memory and make him realize that this incident is only related to the woman in the bathroom and will not involve us."
Shade nodded, and motioned Mr. Bernhardt to lie down on the ground with him again. But before he could speak, his face suddenly changed:
"Oops?"
"What's wrong?"
The vampire was puzzled:
"The other party is just an ordinary person with alchemical items. What's so bad about that?"
Then he saw Xia De grabbing the pendant on his chest and looking towards the door with a look of horror:
"My badge is heating up, there is a..."
"careful!"
Mr. Bernhardt pushed Shad suddenly, and the next moment, a green vine like an arrow shot out from the window, passed through the place where Shad had just stood, and directly nailed into the wall.
"who?"
The two looked towards the window together, and saw dense vines stretching in from the outside of the window, until they pulled up a short, fat, bald man with scars on the edge of his head.
He wore a brown wool vest over his black coat, a necklace made of bone hanging on his chest, and a vine tied around his right wrist. After crossing the windowsill, he first picked up the metal rouge box, then took off his hat, revealing the blue tattoo on his bald head, and frowned at Mr. Shade and Mr. Bernhardt:
"Martha signaled me to help her out, just because of you two?"
His Carsenric Common language was very strange, with a very heavy accent, not like someone from a big city.
Middle Ring Road, Fifth Ring Road or Sixth Ring Road.
The voice in his ear was gently reminding Shade, who was still holding the increasingly hot pendant on his chest with his left hand, while Mr. Bernhardt frowned and looked at him, especially at the strange tattoo on his bald head:
"You are... a member of the Pantanal Voodoo Society? How dare you? Murder an ordinary count? Do you really think the Inquisition doesn't exist?"
"Since you have seen it, then..."
Before the short, fat, bald man could finish, Shade interrupted him:
"I have a suggestion. Although there are silencing spells here, how about we try to fight quietly? It's best not to use magic or spells, just fists and feet, and it would be best if we could use both fists and feet..."
The Five Ring Warlock's life ring appeared with a kick, and the blasphemous spirit rune vines flashed with spiritual light, as if the vines growing from the bald man's body stabbed at Shade, who immediately scattered into a group of butterflies, letting those vines weave in and out of the group of butterflies. Then the vines stabbed at Mr. Bernhardt like a venomous snake, and the latter grabbed those green vines, and the vines immediately wrapped around his wrists.
"Keep your voices down!"
Xia De lowered his voice again and emphasized, dripping the "Weathervane Blue Grass Extract" on the tip of his tongue, then took a step forward and came directly to the bald man:
"Keep your voice down!"
The two-handed sword fell silently, and the dazzling moonlight seemed to be able to split the space directly. But in the end, Shade only split a few vines. At the moment when the moonlight sword was about to hit, the bald man actually exchanged positions with the vines that were entangled with Mr. Bernhard.
"No matter who you are, now that you know the truth of this matter, you must die!"
The bald man said loudly and punched Mr. Bernhardt, but was grabbed by the wrist by the Seven-Ring Vampire Seed Lord and thrown to the ground.
"Space Stabilization Aura!"
Xia De stomped his left foot on the ground to prevent the opponent from exchanging positions with the vines, and then raised his sword and slashed at him:
"I asked you to keep your voice down, didn't you hear me?"
The Moonlight Great Sword successfully slashed the opponent's shoulder, but it did not cut off the man's shoulder as Shade had imagined. Inside the skin, there were actually wriggling green vines. As the green vines drilled through the layer of human skin, the chaotic vines swayed in the air like giant worms, spraying highly toxic and corrosive liquids around, forcing Shade and Mr. Bernhardt to retreat. However, the vines took this opportunity to rush to the door, and at a distance of five meters from the door, they gathered again into the bald man.
"Poison Ivy Majis of the Pantanal Voodoo Coven!"
Mr. Bernhardt finally recognized this man, and whispered to Shade:
"The Church of Nature offers a reward of £3,000 for him."
"Don't worry about the reward for now."
Xia De said anxiously, looking at the door behind the bald man with some horror:
"I told you to keep your voice down, but you didn't listen. Now..."
The doorknob turned, and as the metal parts inside the door made a sound, the tightly closed door was pushed open.
A young lady with short black hair and a red dress decorated with eye-shaped gemstones walked in from the door. Her high heels hit the floor, making a pleasant sound, and the hem of her skirt swayed in the wind, making her look even taller. Her brows were slightly wrinkled, but it did not affect her beauty beyond ordinary people. Her eyes were puzzled, but it could not hide the spirit in her sharp eyes.
She looked to be about 20 years old, with a fair face that made people hold their breath. If the beauty of Princess Margaret of Anjou that I met not long ago was almost unmatched, then the lady who closed the door after entering was definitely unmatched in beauty.
The 13th Great Witch of the Witch Council, Miss Emma Sylvia, came to the strangers in an unexpected way on this early winter afternoon full of surprises. The vineyards in the southern wine capital no longer have the beauty of midsummer in this season, just like Shade's mood at the moment, which has been wrapped in the bone-chilling cold.