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

"Mr. Wei...Bell, please come to the reception room after breakfast. There are some things that I need to discuss with you."

Ella nodded, she also needed to know what happened last night.

Annai looked around nervously. From her point of view, the relationship between Mr. Richard, the housekeeper, and Arisa was not very good, and most of his injuries had something to do with that sloppy maid. Being run over by a carriage should be just a joke.

He's not trying to fire Arisa, is he...

An Nai glanced at the shadow with some sympathy, and felt that it was necessary for her to say a few good words for her, at least to ask Mr. Bell to give her another chance.

"Mr. Bell, Arisa is just not used to it yet, she is a good boy..."

Before she finished speaking, several eyes stopped on her, which made the temporary maid's voice lowered unconsciously.

I tried my best......

Anna thought.

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This weird breakfast will end soon, and several people, except for Annai and Farmini, entered the reception room one after another.

After closing the doors and windows and using soundproofing magic, Ella coughed and asked:

"What the hell happened last night?"

Hyde and Fittili spoke almost at the same time, the latter paused and sat back on the sofa:

"Let Mr. Hyde tell. I'm still a little confused."

So Hyde, starting from the Belleville party stronghold, began by denouncing Shadow's selfish behavior.

"Because you didn't take me in the door, it took me two full hours to find it after I left St. Louis Public Hospital."

"I forgot, after all, your level of invisibility magic is very high."

Shadow said innocently.

"Even if this is good, why is it that no one opened the door for me after I knocked on the door for almost 10 minutes?"

This time, Ella and Ling's expressions became a little awkward.

"I apologize for that...you go on, what about your feet?"

Ella changed the subject.

Hyde no longer pursued the fact that he was locked out of the house, and continued:

"I don't plan to use magic outdoors casually. If I'm unlucky, I might be discovered by the executor, so I went to Miss Fitili's to try my luck. Should I say it's luck or misfortune? I happened to meet There was a burglary."

Having said that, he shrugged.

"The Victoria Miluthel you were talking about is not dead, and she even knocked off a few of my toes before escaping."

"Someone concealed her whereabouts. It was a very high-level illusion."

After listening to Hyde's description, Ella and Ling looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes, which was a mixture of fear and hatred.

"Ulysses Philip."

This kind of illusion, which is like the real world and has no flaws, is the signature magic of that man - the former professor of black magic at Kraft School of Magic and the traitor of the executor.

Ulysses Philip, who twice tried to summon the Son of God in the physical world, once killing Ella Williams and indirectly causing executive Howard Yusef to get lost in the spiritual space!

After a dead silence, Ling took the lead in denying:

"Impossible...Professor Adolf told me about this, that guy, Philip should bear the curse of aging that the Son of God is dying! He should be dead...it can't be him!"

Ella's breathing became a little heavy unconsciously.

She began to count her own combat power. Possessing the Eye of Hermes and half of the Ten Commandments can be regarded as two legendary alchemy props. The powerful body shaped by Dmitri with the frost dragon potion as the core, is in the The magical power and spirit further improved after rebirth, and the grand ritual magic that can be used to call the evil god "Yaphum" if necessary... Even so, she still felt that she had no chance of winning in front of that man.

The feeling of oppression when facing Ulysses Philip is like facing the headmaster who is known as the strongest wizard in mankind——Albert Kleist.He was at least a wizard of the same rank as Executor Howard or Kleist, Ella was sure.

She took a deep breath to suppress the waves in her heart. The other party caused the teacher's loss. This is an irresolvable hatred.

Her hands trembled slightly, and Ella simply froze part of her thinking, fearing that once she got more clues, she would not be able to restrain her urge to revenge.

"You said Victoria is not dead? Fetili, did you see it too?"

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Farmine stayed in her room, slumped in the big bed and the soft quilt, her long legs swinging back and forth behind her.

She was playing with a wooden doll with a strange shape, it was only the size of a palm, and the workmanship was very rough, but it could barely be seen that it was a man wearing a formal suit and a clown mask.

"Teacher's illusion can only be used once at most... I paid such a high price this time and hope she won't disappoint me. Hahaha, I'm really looking forward to it."

She muttered to herself, and would secretly laugh from time to time, like an ordinary girl who thought of something very interesting.

She turned over, facing the ceiling and the chandelier, her expression suddenly became a little confused again.

"It's strange, where did Victoria go... Even I can't find her now."

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Chapter 63 Serenade

Victoria couldn't remember how far she had run since leaving that house. The rain curtain divided the city, and the girl fell to her knees soaked.

As the late autumn approached, the evening wind was mixed with dead leaves and a few weak insects.In this dry environment, the moisture in her hair and clothes seemed unreal.

[Why are you running away? 】

A somewhat familiar voice sounded from her mind.

Because it would be very dangerous to face those two people at the same time, and I had no chance of winning.

Victoria answered herself that way as a matter of course.

The sound of laughter came from the depths of the cochlea, as if something had penetrated into the depths of her soul through that narrow gap.

[This can't be considered a reason, can it?Your life is nothing compared to God's will.This is cowardice and greed. 】

To shut up!

The voice was not outraged by her irrationality, it seemed to be describing something ordinary, and continued.

[Is this strange?Let me see what you've been up to lately...accepting handouts from heretics, cowardice, evasion.Well, why are you meeting that alien woman, out of sinister lust?You're tempted to rip her throat open... rip the windpipe and arteries out of her thin white neck, let their warmth fill your gap, and she's not going to die anyway, is she? 】

"Shut up...!"

Her voice broke through the gaps in her teeth.There were throbbing pains and dizziness in the head, as if there were restless drums beating in his brain.

The people Victoria had killed appeared in front of her, no, more than that, she recognized almost all the people she was familiar with.

The corpses formed a circle and danced happily.

[Oh, that's the sweet blood pulsating under the skin...Listen, they're singing. 】

blood?

Victoria suddenly came to her senses, not only since when, the air has begun to smell of blood.That is not the blood of ordinary humans, there are subtle differences between them, and it is these different species that contain unimaginable evil and blasphemy.

The Unclean...or what those heretic wizards call the Blood and the Executioner, that's what they smell like.

The girl found herself in a somewhat unfamiliar environment, which was obviously outside the development of New Paris, with messy cobweb-like alleys crammed into illegal buildings, and empty and deserted streets.

According to Victoria, most of the suburbs on the edge of the city have these characteristics, but the nearest place is tens of kilometers away from the Champs-Elysées. Did she travel so far without knowing it?But the position of the moon has hardly changed, and time does not seem to have passed for a long time.

None of this mattered now, and the girl smiled silently.

The source of blood energy is approaching him.

The sense of crisis, the stinging pain of the fangs approaching her throat, the wind pressure that seemed to crush her bones, all these temporarily froze her mind.

The endless yelling voice that blocked her ears finally disappeared, allowing her to enjoy rare silence and relaxation.

The heavy metal plate fell to the ground, it splashed dust, didn't even play a bullet, and even made white marks on the ground.

It only took a second for Victoria to turn around abruptly, throwing the 26-pound repeating rifle out of the cloak.Another iron plate filled with gunpowder was snapped into the groove, making the sound of metal gears being locked together.

Without looking, Victoria pressed the iron branch, and the eight copper pipes rotated with her movements, volleying the black shadow that enveloped her into a bloody mist!

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Swain Belleville received a gift from a certain man a few days ago. As a reward, he and several other top leaders of the Belleville party did a lot of things according to the man's request.

A few days ago, he thought it was an excellent gift, until Batignol's stronghold was destroyed overnight, and Puzo Belleville, who also received the gift, was confirmed dead.

At this time, he with a suspicious personality finally noticed something strange. In the Belleville area, some guys have recently sneaked into his sphere of influence. Someone's eyes are locked on him. They will soon Do it, tonight or tomorrow.

He will not die like Puzo, he must escape.

The muscles become bulging, bloodshot eyes crawl into the eyes, and the hair gradually fades.His eyes could penetrate the darkness, he could hear the smallest sounds and smell the smell of blood in the air.Smell and vision seemed to be confused. He thought he could see the smell of blood, a warm and soft red color like silk.

He began to run on all fours, like a primitive beast, quick and strong.

In this state, it became difficult for him to contain his blood thirst, unlike Puzo.Swain believed that the blood out of the body was dead, and only the scalding liquid flowing from the body of fresh prey could satisfy his needs.

In this case, the girl wandering the streets with a confused expression is really the best choice.

It's just that her dress is a little strange, and she doesn't know what is hidden under the greasy black cloak.

Just when Swain's protruding nails were about to touch the prey's skin, the short girl suddenly turned around and threw out a strangely shaped heavy iron block from under her cloak.

In the next second, flames and bullets engulfed the world in front of him!

It hurts, it hurts surprisingly, those bullets are like monsters with fangs, biting his flesh and blood at the place where they hit!

Swain remembered what he had overlooked. The moment the girl turned around, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.

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