It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Do not--

Even now, there is still no peace here.

In the hotels and cafes near the Pont Neuf, even in the shadow of the bridge and on the benches in the street parks, there are people dressed out of tune with the city.

They looked at each other with guarded expressions, while paying attention to the vision that might appear on the Seine.

The homeless man on the park bench changed to a more comfortable sitting position, and chatted with the small man next to him, who was completely wrapped in a black robe.

"Friend, you don't look like a serious wizard either."

The little man in black robe ignored him, but tightened the clothes on his chest.

The tramp didn't wait for him to answer, and started talking on his own.

"Arrests of dark wizards, control of underground markets...it's getting harder and harder for people like us, those bastard Brits have crossed the line, and they don't even think about occult principles in what they do now. .....You came here because you wanted to see those damn executors suffer, right?"

The little man beside him laughed softly, but his French pronunciation was not very fluent.

"Looking at their bad luck... Do you really think you can deal with the executor or that Albert Kleist?"

Hearing the other party's voice, the homeless man was surprised to find that the person seemed to be a young woman. Thinking of the other party's age and lack of fluent French, fear immediately filled his heart.

"Are you... the enforcer?"

"Of course I'm not—"

The girl stretched her waist, and her beautiful long chestnut hair rolled down from her hood like a waterfall. The homeless man couldn't look away for a moment.

His slightly relaxed mood became tense again because of the girl's next words.

"Those are."

The homeless man suddenly raised his head, only to find a pale ball of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and then, a rain of fire fell from above!

Illusory shields appeared in mid-air one after another, and they perfectly blocked the fire rain. These magics were completed almost simultaneously, like a well-trained army.

The homeless man was surprised to find that in the shadow of the bridge, people in the cafe and on the street all moved. They took off the robes used to hide their figures, exposing the bright silver badge on their chests.

Most of the people these tramps thought were local wizards were actually enforcers!

The figures on the street flickered, levitating or fading away strangely. Their goal was the silver-haired figure who created a ball of light in the air. Flames, lightning, light rain and black fog exploded together. In an instant, the sky that had not yet been fully lit was like It's a great firework!

"That's Ella Williams? ... No, no, there's something weird about it."

The girl in black robe tilted her head, looked up at the sky, and then showed a confused expression.

But after only a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze and looked towards a narrow alley.

Inaudible footsteps came from the depths of the alley, and a tall figure was gradually approaching.

It was a girl with short hair. She was not dressed like a traditional wizard, but a gray windbreaker that was easy to move around.

Her chest is also inlaid with the bright silver badge unique to the executor.

It was just a solitary figure, the executors in this area were all attracted by the strangeness in the air, only she stayed.

The wizards left in the streets were starting to squirm, they didn't dare to run afoul of the ranks of enforcers, but that didn't mean they were afraid of a girl so young.

A wizard who was closest to the entrance of the alley took the lead in launching the attack. Accompanied by the strange sound of chants, storms and yellow sand were immediately raised on the street.

But the cloud of dust suddenly stopped, and the short-haired girl took a step forward, pulling off the man's chin casually.

After that, she strode forward and started to accelerate.

In less than 30 seconds, seven or eight wizards fell to the ground in pain, and the joints of several of them were twisted in opposite directions, and they could only groan meaninglessly.

The girl's movements were unbelievably fast, and wizards were often hit in the back of the head by the hilt of the dagger before they were ready to chant, and the few who were not lucky enough to not fall into a faint on the spot were swiftly wrenched off their limbs.

"She is...the Gray Peacock of House Mephisto!"

This is a title that has been widely circulated in the mysterious world for the past year,

The homeless man shivered and curled up under the bench, looking like a real homeless man.

At this time, there were only two young girls left standing on the street.

The man in black lifted the corner of his skirt under his robe and performed an elegant courtesy.

"Miss Mephisto, right? I have no reason to be hostile to you."

Saying that, she left the center of the street and took two steps back to the left.

Ling frowned slightly, the other party's breath made her feel very uncomfortable, like the phantom tingling she felt in advance when she was close to the needle tip.She doesn't want to conflict with the other party if it is not necessary.

Ling nodded slightly, left the street and ran towards Mary Bridge.

After her figure gradually disappeared, the black-robed girl turned around and smiled gently at the struggling wizards on the ground.

"It's okay. To celebrate, let's have breakfast together."

-

The water of the Seine stopped flowing at a certain moment, and it seemed to become a strange mirror.

Colorful blocks of color appeared on the mirror, as if someone had opened a few bottles of paint in the river, and it seemed that the mirror was connected to another world at this time.

A gust of wind blew by, folds like fish scales overlapped on the mirror surface, insignificant ripples spread in the middle of the river, and then disappeared quickly.

thump—

thump—

The morning bells from Notre-Dame de Paris herald new life and the beginning of the day.Startled by the bell, the white pigeons flew across the water.

The mottled color blocks disappeared, the water surface returned to calm, and Paris also ushered in the morning in the bell.

Chapter 3 finally found you

The body is pulled, squeezed, and then the inevitable vertigo.Time becomes chaotic, and you can't even feel your own body.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Ayla. It is similar to the side effect of teleportation, but it seems to be different.

Ella once entered the treasure room of the conscious world in Sibylla's mine. In essence, the experience that time was more similar to it, the difference is only in the distance and scale spanned.

When the dizziness dissipated, Ella surveyed her surroundings.

This is a strange city.Busy and lively, she stood in the center of the crowd, and no one seemed to notice her.

Ella instinctively wanted to walk to the side of the road to avoid pedestrians, but found that she was unable to do this action at all.

She tried to raise her hands in front of her face, but was surprised to find that she couldn't do it either.

Turning her eyes downward, the girl finally noticed the abnormality.

As if confirming the girl's ominous premonition, there are no limbs or torso in the field of vision, and what exists here is just a cloud of illusory mist.

Ella wanted to sigh, but couldn't even do that.

In line with her guess, sure enough, the body belonging to Ella Williams had been annihilated in the lava of Tambora volcano, and only her consciousness or soul body moved under the power of the old seal.

After returning to the world made of basic matter, she is just this illusory existence.

When she gradually understood the essence, she began to try to move, not using muscles and limbs, but consciousness and magic.

The shape of the mist changed and gradually condensed into an illusory girlish shape, but this still couldn't be observed by ordinary people with the naked eye.

"Where is this..."

Although Ella couldn't understand the language used by the vendors and pedestrians, this was undoubtedly the material world she was familiar with.

The language itself is not a problem. Ella knows at least five kinds of magic that allow her to understand this uncomplicated language.However, most of her magic power has been lost in the process of descending. Even if she can understand language, she still cannot communicate with people through consciousness.

Ella walked through the gaps between pedestrians. Although the illusory consciousness could pass directly through the opponent's body, the habit left in her consciousness still made her choose to avoid it.

Ella stood on the edge of the bridge, on the other side of the river, was a huge majestic stone arch.This building gave her some impression. A long time ago, Ella should have seen it in newspapers or Kraft's books.

"The Arc de Triomphe...is this Paris?"

Ella thought with some astonishment, according to mysticism, she should descend through the water body to a place that is more closely related to herself.

After thinking about it, she quickly discovered the reason.The toy box brought away from the dreamland is existing in some form, it belongs to Lily Bell, and it undoubtedly has some kind of connection with this city, which also makes the place of arrival shifted.

[If you can, throw it into the Seine, I think at least in the end...let that girl named Carolina go home. 】

Lily Bell's voice seemed to be ringing beside her.Ella looked around, but there were only pedestrians in a hurry. She smiled, separated part of her consciousness, and then a rusty metal box fell into the Seine River.

Ella said.

"go home."

It was just a bit of illusory magic crystallization, and it didn't cause ripples on the river.

At this time, an old man on a bench not far away was humming.

"This song is 250 years old,

And, maybe it's still relevant today.

Johnny, I almost don't recognize you,

When walking on the road to Asai City

.......

johnny i hardly recognize you

......"

He looked like a soldier who had not returned home for a long time, just humming a tuneless song.

Ella froze for a moment, looking into the distance.

Just as she turned her eyes to the distance, a figure hurried across the bridge and passed Ella.

The former was thinking about something, not paying attention to the surrounding pedestrians, while the latter was paying attention to the possible changes in the river, ignoring the insignificant fog.

-

It was raining lightly in Paris at night, and the soul itself could not feel the cold, but Ella felt that she was going to freeze.

The girl sat with her back against the wall in the depths of the alley.