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

She withdrew her gaze in time, no matter who the other party was, intentional spying on other members was not allowed within the rules.

Not paying attention to other people's small movements, Ella is now thinking about the connection between the prisoner who shot Fitili Haj and the killer.

Frankly speaking, she still doesn't feel that they are the same person, the two murderers are completely different in their methods of attack, the deceased in the serial murder case were all drained of blood before death, while Hajie just beat him in a snappy way. gun.

But this doesn't explain anything, and it may be that the killer noticed Ella's appearance and failed to complete the follow-up steps in time.

On the other hand, Ella thought about the saying "the prisoner is a vampire" mentioned by a certain coachman.In this way, Fidili Hajie, who was suspected of being a dirty blood, was himself the biggest suspect, but he was attacked by another person.Is this the revenge of the deceased?Or for other reasons...

The party fell into silence for a while, and Mr. "Baron" clapped his hands at this moment, refocusing everyone's attention on him.

"If it's what Ms. Detective said, then the executor will definitely make some moves in the next period of time. Our gatherings and actions must be more cautious... At least we can't let the 'drama' continue his interest Love it."

"In addition, the mysterious person who killed the executor may become our companion. Observe for a while, maybe we can try to contact him later."

Someone objected to this, it was a very small fellow.

"That seemed too dangerous."

"It may be very dangerous, but it is worth trying."

Mr. "Baron" nodded and announced the end of today's party.

The party members left one after another in the order of the closest door. After Ella left the wooden door, she found that the old man suspected of Dmitry Dalton was waiting for her.

The old man lifted a corner of the mask, and he was indeed the old alchemist.

Entering the wooden house in the cemetery through the "door", Dmitri nodded and said:

"You're using the confusion spell better than before. It seems that mask inspired you."

Ella agrees,

"Indeed, it is not enough to let others see the illusion. More details need to be filled in the fictitious identity, and even the actor himself must be deceived in a sense."

At the party, she used the confusion spell to make herself more like the court mage of the Snow Kingdom. Not only did she change in appearance, but she deliberately imitated that lady's voice and movement habits. Understanding also becomes part of the effect of the confusion spell.

"I started to be a little curious, how was the persona created?"

"It was part of the skin of a master of the Confusion Curse. He was a naturally good actor, but he played the role for too long and was too realistic. In the end, even he himself didn't know what he was supposed to look like."

So it really is human skin...

Ella felt a little uncomfortable and planned to end the topic, but the old alchemist didn't mean to stop.

"So the number of people he can simulate is far more than one person. After using it proficiently, you can choose a new identity and face yourself...Are you listening, Serena Williams."

Ella nodded to show that she was listening.

In Dmitri's words, its use is not complicated. As long as you believe and accept the false information, you can make the persona change.

Ella brings up the shooting of Fitili Haj.

"Do you think she might be dirty blood?"

"I don't know."

The old man answered quickly. He poured two hundred milliliters of dragon's blood into the alchemy dish and began to brew some very complicated potion.

"I haven't really come into contact with the dirty blood. If you plan to continue dealing with that Fitili, you can prepare some spells from the Sun Domain. If you can, help me get some of his blood. If he is really dirty blood, I will pay five hundred louis."

That's obviously a higher number than Ayla expected, and it means that if she gets some of Fitili's blood, she can redeem the Eye of Hermes.

She asked another question she cared about,

"Professor Dalton, do you know who the executed executor was?"

"That appears to be an outside enforcer in France, probably not someone you know."

Dmitry Dalton shrugged, and his answer made Ella relieved, but the content behind it became weird again.

"But I checked his body ... it's weird, he was shot."

shot?

Ella froze for a few seconds. This seemed like an unlikely answer. How could the executor die from the shooting?Deflect damage, create magic shields, or simply strengthen your body, there are as many ways as you want to block bullets.

"It's getting late, you go back, I have other things to do next."

Dmitry was stirring in the cauldron with a silver ladle. From time to time, there was a faint roar and flames shot straight up from the iron pan, and the temperature in the wooden house was getting higher and higher.

The iron pan began to shake violently, which made Ella feel her scalp tingling.After a hasty farewell, Ella opened a "door" and left the dangerous area.

Chapter 22 Invitation (add more)

Why didn't he kill that person last time?

I clearly saw the brains flowing on the floor... Forget it, those monsters in human skin are somewhat strange, as long as they are cleaned up next time.

Drain the blood, impale the heart... if that doesn't work then cut off the head.

I pulled the lead bullets out of the groove of the flintlock, wiped off the dust on the barrel and the blood stained on the dagger, I solemnly wrapped them in a cloth and put them back into the package.

Today's hunt went very smoothly, even though the target was still very young, tolerating this filthy blood to continue to grow was a sin in itself.

There is a maddening rancid smell in the air, and they permeate every corner of the city, lingering.

Even my own residence was not spared, but this time I couldn't find their source...

It was like the smell of death and blasphemy brought by the Black Death. It stained my clothes, hair, body...everywhere.

I can't stand this, it's unclean, I'm going crazy!

my lord...

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Ella has returned to her appearance as Mr. Bell.She pushed open the door of Champs Elysees No. 30, and the smell of food was already wafting from the restaurant.

She felt a little hungry, so she went straight into the corner room, sat at the center of the long table and began to taste today's dinner.

Ella only saw Miss Annai at home, so she motioned for her to come and have dinner together.

She cut the braised shrimp on the plate with a knife, and asked casually:

"What about Miss Farmine and Victoria?"

Anai sat on the other side of the long table a little uneasily. Although she always had something on her mind, she was still a little reserved when facing her employer.

"Have you forgotten? Today is Sunday. During the interview, Victoria mentioned that she would go to church after work this day... I don't know exactly what Miss Farmine said, but she mentioned I thought I'd go to the shooting club in the evening to try out a shotgun."

Ella just nodded,

"Aren't you going with Victoria?"

"When I came back from Mr. Hager in the morning, I had already been there."

Anai barely touched the food on the plate. She felt very entangled now. With Victoria and Famini gone, she and Mr. Bell were the only ones left in Champs Elysees No. 30. This might be a rare opportunity. .

Ella finished her dinner quickly. She took today's evening paper and began to read quietly.

Half an hour passed, and there was nothing interesting in this Huadu Evening News. Ella wasn't very interested in the articles that were unique to the wealthy district, related to artistic taste, or the gossip about the big shots.

Anai's entanglement had reached its limit. The kitchen utensils had been cleaned by her until they were shiny. She stood out of sight of her employer and clenched the hem of her skirt.

She opened her mouth to say something, but then thought, maybe direct action would be better?

At this time, Ella suddenly put down the newspaper and stood up.

"Put some hot water upstairs for me, and send some food and coffee to the study in two hours—the coffee can be better, I've made a deal, and maybe I'll get Farmine in a few days." A helper."

The words that An Nai had already said were swallowed back, her pace was disrupted, and she was at a loss with her small mouth half-opened.

The little courage that the maid squeezed out was exhausted, and I don't know when I will be able to condense the same weight again.

So she changed the original words into something else, and she looked a little downcast.

"By the way, sir, Mr. Fetili Anjie sent an invitation letter this afternoon. He has been transferred back to his manor from St. Louis Hospital. Mr. Anjie invites you to go hunting at his manor on Wednesday... ...not sure what you mean?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, Ella opened the beautifully decorated and fragrant letter, glanced at it briefly, and replied.

"Why not, you'd better prepare in advance."

She put away the letter, lay down on the sofa in the living room, and thought about some questions:

"Neither Victoria nor Farmine showed anything different from usual. Although it is possible that they left the house to get rid of surveillance, they had similar behaviors before I installed the familiar."

In the case where the familiars may have been discovered, it will be difficult for her to find abnormalities in the records they provide. It is unlikely that a wizard who acts so cautiously will make a mistake in this environment.

"Who is it... In the worst case, they could be a partnership."

She took out a coin and flipped it over with her fingertips to do a simple divination. It is very easy to find items in this house that can point to Farmine or Victoria.

"What question should I divination... Do they have something to hide from me? No, the scope is too wide. Everyone will have some secrets of their own more or less, which doesn't explain anything."

After thinking about it, Ella said silently:

"Wizards exist in Victoria Milusel and Val Farmigne."

The silver coin is head up, which means affirmation.

However, the divination to confirm the identity of the magician failed. The divination was disturbed, and the silver coin was spinning more than the target could not be confirmed.The same is true for changing the way the question is asked. The caster obviously took this into consideration, and there is no chance for trickery.

Although this body, which symbolizes the peak of alchemy skills, will not get sick, Ella still feels a slight stomachache. Her physique seems to be completely incompatible with a stable life. No matter where she stays, there will always be all kinds of things. trouble comes to you.

She buried herself deep in the sofa, feeling powerless.

"The water is boiling."

Anai's voice came, and Ella staggered to the second floor and threw herself into the water.

She controlled the suspended pen and paper, completed a letter in mid-air, and used the token to call out the messenger of the Belusay family.

This letter recorded recent events and situations, and Ella felt that Ling and the others needed to make preparations before coming to Paris.

With Ella's current magic power, she no longer needs to build a complete magic power to strengthen her connection with the messenger. Now she only needs to memorize the corresponding spell, and she can easily accomplish this by herself.

The little white-bone snake appeared in mid-air. It seemed that it did not expect to appear in such an environment, and it suddenly fell into the water from the edge of the bathtub.

Ella fished it out, touched the little snake's skull as if comforting, and moved the letter to its mouth.

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