Lord of the Silver Crow

Although the disappearances have occurred in various areas of Red Rose City, Yago can be sure that the source is in the western district of the city, in the area outside the Sunrin Church.

The lines of probability connected by clue items collected from various regions basically extend in that direction.

Turning his head, he glanced at the scarecrow Dismok and Dicklaus who were standing not far from him. His gaze was fixed on the lizard skull-like object held by Dismok in his hand.

You should be able to do something with this thing, but you have to be very careful.

There are quite a few Mid-Sequence Extraordinaries in Red Rose City, which is different from the "small cities" like Di Lude City.

Later, he picked up another publication.

"The Unknown City"

The publications published by the Flower Newspaper, in modern terms, are similar to publications such as comics and collections of stories.

The artists he "sponsored" created stories by collecting various urban ghost stories.

A painter with drawing skills will draw some illustrations, a cameraman with camera skills will find some places that fit the situation and take some photos, and a writer with writing skills will be responsible for writing stories.

Part of the true and part of the false story, and the story that took place in Red Rose City, has a considerable impact on people.

And he will insert his own purpose in these strange urban talks and expand the influence——

such as.

"scarecrow"

In an unknown corner, a shabby scarecrow will suddenly move and show a weird smile.

Putting down the publication, Yago glanced at Dismok next to him, and the lines of probability as rough as straw gush out, forming a weird grass man in a light gray dress, squeezing into the grass man Dismo Gram in the body.

.......

South of the giant red rose tree, near the stronghold of the Stein family.

An old woman who was faltering walked to an alley--

In the next moment, her figure appeared in a two-story small building on the left.

Stopping to the window, she touched her cheek and pulled it lightly.

Her face, no, her whole body was stripped off directly.

Then... it fell into pieces of paper.

Behind the falling paper is a young man in a blue coat and blue hat, who looks close to thirty years old.

Standing in front of the window, he stared at the direction of the Stein family stronghold, silently counting the time.

While waiting, he took out a red gem.

Among the crystalline gems, there was a wave of red surging with power.

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his chest pocket.

Patterns are drawn on the paper.

To be precise, they are masks.

And the gaze of the man in the blue hat flashed across the patterns of the masks.

One of them is an ordinary mask with openings in the eyes, but it is black in color from the ordinary mask.

However, on the forehead of the mask, there is a vivid horizontal one eye.

On the paper, there is another pattern painted.

A shofar.

In other words, a black croissant flute has several holes in it.

At the bottom of the paper, there is a word written in Basatona—

"adjust"

His eyes continued to move, passing another mask.

It was a triangular mask that could only cover the eyes. The color was iron gray with slanted openings. If you put on the mask from a normal angle, your eyes would not see it at all.

On the side of the mask, there is also a non-mask pattern.

That is a long sword.

Its guard is quite weird. It is made up of two crescent moons facing away from each other. At the junction, there are two black spheres.

After gazing over one after another, squinting his eyes, the man in the blue hat gathered the paper, tucked it back into his pocket, and smoothly wiped it on the mouth of the bag.

The original opening of the bag is stitched together with the fabric of the clothes.

And the red gem was still in his hand, and the turbulent red vortex among the gems reflected in his pupils.

Lifting his head, the blue-hat man grabbed a piece of paper and curled it into a tube. With a flick of his right hand, the rolled paper turned into a single-scope telescope in his hand.

With the telescope in front of his eyes, the blue-hat man stared at the door of the Stein family house from a distance.

.......

Hertai walked out of the house, and after the guard at the door glanced at him, no one dared to stop it.

Shortly after Hertai left, the tall Frederick also left the family house, hanging far behind Hertai.

......

At the same time, the church stronghold at dusk.

"Bishop Leopold..."

In Red Rose City, the priest of the Twilight Guard Squad, looked at the man in the earth-brown knee-length windbreaker in front of him, hesitantly said:

"Do you really want to dispatch them all?"

The itinerant bishop in front of him didn't tell him any plans, nor did he explain anything, which made him quite uneasy.

"You can do whatever I ask you to, don't talk so much nonsense."

Leo Potter's upturned inverted eyebrows squeezed toward the center of the eyebrows, and the intense pressure rushed to the priest:

"After doing this, your status will rise, and the power of the church will expand, understand?"

"understand."

The priest who doesn't know the specific plan can only bow his head.

He could not resist, nor could he resist.

Now, he and all the Beyonders on the evening path in the church have become the "wolves" of the itinerant bishop.

"That's good, go."

With Leopard’s low roar like a beast, all the Beyonders on the evening path, including the priests, gathered in front of the evening church stronghold, a dim halo was involuntarily rippling around their bodies, and their pupils contracted slightly. .

In the next instant, at an untidy but unusually coordinated pace, a group of people rushed onto the street from the church's stronghold at dusk and disappeared into the night at an extremely fast speed.

And those Extraordinaries who did not pass through dusk stood in front of the stronghold, looking at each other.

......

City West District.

Hertai stared at the empty street in front of him. The street lights on the street cast dim lights.

In Hertai's field of vision, in addition to the light of the gas lamp, there are heavy fog and light spots left over on the road.

Can't be wrong.

It's in this area.

Hertai muttered to herself.

The traces of movement are spreading in one direction.

And, more than one.

Along the dim light spots that can only be seen by Beyonders at dusk, he approached step by step, and finally, he stopped in front of the door of an old mansion.

That's right.

His gaze swept around, and the light spots that appeared in other positions were very few here, only a little.

Not because of lack, but...

All moved from the sewer.

Avoid deliberately?

Speculation emerged in his mind, and Hertai's black pupils were shining with halo, and he walked towards the direction of the old mansion step by step.