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

Numerous threads were twisted into a mess, and Ella felt agitated looking at the information and patterns written in the notes.

She threw away the pen and leaned back in the chair, hearing the sound of a bell outside the study.

Ella glanced at the wall clock. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, and it had been more than an hour since her lunch break.

She put the Confusion Charm on herself again, and said:

"Come in."

An Nai carried a tray, and put the black tea and the chestnut cake baked by Miss Farmine on the table.

Ella felt a little thirsty, and she took a sip of black tea to feel a little better.

Annai took out a paper document and reported the content on it. During the afternoon, Victoria Milusel had delivered business cards and small gifts to the neighbors.

Among them, Mr. Fitili Haj, who lives at No. 29, proposed to visit tonight.

"tonight?"

Ella felt a little sudden.Generally speaking, people will not make a visit or invitation until the day after receiving the gift.

This might seem a little less etiquette.

She rubbed the space between her eyebrows and put the black tea back on the table.

An Nai noticed this and asked:

"You don't seem well, sir? I've taught myself some massage, if you need it."

"I would love to be a test bed for beautiful women."

Ella smiled, answered in Mr. Bell's way, and leaned on the back of the chair, signaling the other party to try.

The touch of her fingers sliding through her hair and stimulating her temples made her feel very relaxed.

Ella closed her eyes and asked:

"I still don't quite understand why Mr. Hajie came to visit tonight, and what kind of person is he?"

Victoria left a lot of information in writing. On the other hand, Mr. Hajie is actually very famous in some aspects, so Annai can answer fluently without thinking too much.

"Mr. Hager is a best-selling novelist who lives alone at No. 29 Champs-Elysees. Besides, he is also a shareholder of the Bank of Montreuil. He is a young and wealthy gentleman."

Anai paused, and his tone became a little embarrassed.

"It's hard to say that, although he remains celibate, Mr. Hajie ... has an affair with Parisian stage actress Genevieve, ballet dancer Evelyn, and art model Shirley. Rumored relationship ... a lot of people like to call him 'the maple leaf prodigal son of Montreuil'."

Ella said with a half-smile:

"So the reason why this gentleman came to visit in a hurry is to meet Yusuf Bell, who also has a bad reputation, and confirm whether I am his kind?"

"I am very sorry, my lord, but you know that is not what I meant."

Anai explained anxiously.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke. Inform Farminie to prepare it, and ask Victoria to rent a carriage. I have something to go to the eastern suburbs...Your workmanship is good, maybe I should consider giving it to you raise."

"Understood, thank you sir."

An Nai breathed a sigh of relief, and after a salute, she left the room in peace.An Nai was in a good mood at this time, and she felt that she had taken a big step towards her goal.

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Ella sat in a luxurious trapeze, and she considered whether she would need to hire a long-term carriage and hire a driver later.

"Sir, where do you need to go?"

Victoria changed into a dress that was convenient for activities, and she sat at the other end of the carriage as Ella asked.

"Near the Montreuil cemetery in the eastern suburbs, I used to visit friends there once every two weeks."

Victoria nodded silently, and Ella noticed that the lady seemed not very talkative, or she was wary of her master who had a bad reputation.But other than that, as Ina explains, Victoria hardly ever has any problems at work.

Withdrawing her gaze, Ella looked out of the carriage.

She may not necessarily see Demetri Dalton today, this is just a preparation and cover-up.

In Paris, there are people who go to Montreuil every day. It is a habit to show yourself now, and it will not be too sudden to act later.

Chapter 15 The price of clues (plus more)

The carriage stopped near the cemetery, and Ella signaled to the coachman and Victoria that they only needed to wait for themselves here.

She then left the carriage and entered the cemetery.

The driver's eyelids twitched, and he realized what Mr. Bell meant by visiting friends.

Ella passed through the tombstones, and she took out a fingerbone wrapped in cloth from her pocket.Demetrius Dalton casts a powerful hint at the Montreuil cemetery, and a class without a token can only find ordinary gravekeepers.

When I came to this place for the first time, there was a token prepared by Fred in Ling's envelope, and so did Hyde.

Ella knocked on the door of the cabin, and was slightly relieved to hear the familiar barking sound.

"Professor Dalton?"

The wooden door was opened for analysis, and the old man's somewhat fierce voice came from inside.

"Don't call me by that name!"

As he spoke, the old man looked left and right through the crack in the door, then lowered his voice and growled.

"Come in!"

After walking through the wooden door, Ella found that the place had changed a lot from the last time she came here.Although it still maintains a messy and crowded style, many useless things have been thrown out, and the furniture and alchemy instruments have also taken on a new look.

There was even a bright red carpet on the ground, and the old man was sitting in a rocking chair and enjoying the red wine comfortably.

Ella couldn't help being dumbfounded, she already knew where Dmitry Dalton's money came from before she set off.

She noticed that there were many glass containers on the laboratory table, which were full of human organs or strange small animals.They were thrown into the salt water that symbolizes life, and they still kept alive.

This sight made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Dmitry glanced at the girl and explained:

"The craftsmanship of human body refining is very useful. These are orders from some disabled wizards, and the other part is to try to resurrect extinct magical creatures, such as this."

As he said that, he took a slightly larger container from the shelf, and floating in the salt water was a small monster that hadn't fully grown its skin.

Noticing the uniquely shaped head and the undergrown flesh wings, Ella instinctively spit out a word:

"dragon?!"

"Celtic red crystal dragon."

Dmitry added in a very emotional tone, and tapped the edge of the glass lightly. Through its almost transparent pink body, one could see the thumb-sized heart beating vigorously.

Ayla remembered that it should be a sub-dragon species that was declared extinct more than 300 years ago.

"Okay, Serena Williams... get rid of that crappy confusion spell first, it looks too awkward."

crappy...

Ella tried her best to ignore this comment, and lifted the confusion spell without changing her expression.

The old man seemed to suddenly remember something and began to rummage through the boxes.

After about 10 minutes, he fished out a dirty, crumpled thing that looked like the skin of some creature from the alley under a bed slab.

"Your Confusion Spell is really not very good. It can be used against ordinary people or inexperienced wizards. Most experienced practitioners can see the flaws. It just confuses the external senses, even you yourself How can you fool others if you can’t? You know, there are guys everywhere who want to catch you and hand over to Kleist.”

As he said that, he spread the thing on the alchemy table, and the holes for the facial features were pulled out from the pale leather.

"This is the 'persona mask'. I made some modifications to make it fixed to the face you used before. Wearing it is much better than the confusion spell. Remember to take it off before going to bed every day, and then Look in the mirror for 15 minutes... nothing else to pay attention to."

"What would happen if I didn't take it off?"

Ella felt that the mask of unknown material looked a bit intrusive.

Dmitry smiled,

"It grows on your face and there's no way to get it off unless you're willing to rip off the whole face."

This is indeed the most suitable alchemy item for her now, and Ella has no reason to refuse.

"Why are you giving this to me?"

"It's a reward for cooperating with the experiment. You deserve it... Of course, if you feel guilty, you can leave me some blood samples before leaving."

Dmitry waved his hand and sat back on the recliner.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me this time?"

Ella didn't think much about it. This was her most urgent need. Even if she didn't need to refine potions to maintain the consumption of the Confusion Curse for the time being, there were still many other places where these items could be used.

"I need a place where I can trade magic materials."

"One small thing, although you can't use the executor's channel now, Paris also has the kind of underground market used by ordinary wizards, I will give you an address. If there is nothing else—"

While Dmitry was talking, after noticing Ella's expression, he shook his head helplessly.

"Looks like... I remember saying don't make me too much trouble?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, letting the red wine and the clean goblet float over.

Ella found a place to sit down, and hesitantly told her experience in the afternoon, only concealing the part about "Nobold Williams" in the raving.

The old man thought for a moment and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"As you guessed, the creature that dragged you into the dream probably came from the gap between the two worlds. We are used to calling them 'travelers'. Don't worry too much. Normally, it is difficult for travelers to interfere with the material space .”

Ella looked at the bright red wine in the glass and shook her head.

"What I care about is the content of the raving."

Dmitry frowned and said:

"Have you forgotten Kraft's school motto? Even if Kleist is an old bastard, it doesn't mean that what he taught you is wrong. Don't discern the content of the ravings, no matter how tempting those secrets are .Besides, most of the ravings are just meaningless..."

Glancing at the girl's expression, the old man fell silent.

"It seems you are serious."

This long silence lasted for more than ten minutes. Before Ella was about to get up and leave, the former vice-principal of Kraft said: