Once the " Wraith " on the other side had disappeared, Emlyn White withdrew his gaze, untied the thin thread binding the file folder in his hand, and pulled out the documents inside.
After reading through them one by one, Emlyn had roughly grasped Ernes Boyar's whereabouts:
This Sanguine Viscount's daily activities were unpredictable. He would either stay at home, visit exhibitions, go to a manor outside the city for wine tasting, accompany female companions to shopping malls, or hire women to be his models for his paintings, just like a normal wealthy person.
However, Ernes has been going to the St. George Borough every other day recently to oversee the renovation of the furniture factory he invested in, trying to get it back into operation as soon as possible.
In this way, the Sanguine Viscount's life became repetitive, with the same activity locations, routes, and lunch spots every other day.
Emlyn raised his hand and pressed his temples, carefully extracting three suitable scenarios for action from the data:
First, the furniture factory owned by Ernes Boyar; second, Saint Hilan Square, where he would stop for a meal and feed the birds on his way home; and third, the Backlund Bridge, which, unless the other party was willing to take a long detour, would inevitably be passed through on the way from home to St. George Borough.
All three locations met the requirement of being crowded and chaotic, but the Backlund Bridge had too few access points; if both ends were guarded, the only way to leave would be to jump into the river, a foolish choice... Saint Hilan Square belonged to Saint Hilan Cathedral, the center of the Church of Steam in Backlund and even the entire Loen, the Second Vatican, which met Mr. " The Hanged Man's" suggestion, effectively controlling the degree of potential conflict and interfering with post-event Divination and investigation... Emlyn gradually formed an inclination.
Once a tendency is formed, living beings will unconsciously seek more reasons, and Emlyn was no exception. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Saint Hilan Square could almost satisfy all the requirements:
First, Ernes will stay there for quite some time, having lunch at a West Balam restaurant. This Sanguine Viscount was born in West Vilas County.
Secondly, the area has multiple tram stops, with a high volume of people, mainly from lower and middle-class areas, making accidents more frequent.
Secondly, from there, if you don't cross the Backlund Bridge, you'll enter the Bridge South Borough, which isn't far from the Harvest Church;
Finally, at exactly noon, the Saint Hilan Cathedral will spew Steam, turn the lever, and ring the bell, drawing everyone's attention.
This is it... Emlyn made his decision quickly, raised his right hand, straightened his bow tie, and his red eyes were full of anticipation.
Just then, he suddenly frowned, sensing something was wrong:
Saint Hilan Square is perfect for hands-on activities!
It's so suitable that almost every condition is met!
Would Ernes not be wary of my retaliation? How could he allow himself to remain in this environment for long? Even if he's too stupid to think of it, wouldn't the counts warn him? Emlyn's lips curled up slightly; he already understood the reason:
Saint Hilan Square was the location designated by the Sanguine high command for his operation!
"Heh..." Emlyn chuckled, his lips still twitching.
He decided to request a private gathering of a few members from Mr. The Fool today and invite Mr. The Hanged Man to discuss the detailed action plan!
This is different from the previously agreed-upon framework; it requires attention to every detail and consideration of every issue!
11:45 AM, St. George Borough, Saint Hilan Square.
Inside a private room on the third floor of a restaurant located in the northwest corner of the square.
A figure stood by the window, holding a glass of blood-red liquid, gazing leisurely at the fountain and the crowds coming and going in the distance.
He was tall and slender, dressed in an evening gown for a banquet. His light silver hair and bright red eyes gave him a slightly eerie handsomeness, and a faint smile always played on his lips.
"Your Excellency, are you sure there won't be any problems? Emlyn is different from before, as evidenced by the hunting of the ' The Moon Primordial ' followers." A middle-aged man in a dark suit walked to the window with slight concern and asked.
The man addressed as the Earl turned his gaze to Emlyn White, who was listening to a street violin performance at the edge of the square, and chuckled:
"Our preparations are enough to deal with even a Demigod, let alone this little fellow who hasn't even become Viscount yet?"
"Moreover, we don't actually want to do anything; our sole purpose is to identify and determine, which is much simpler than preventing certain people from escaping."
As he spoke, the man with light-colored hair and bright red eyes slightly raised his right hand and turned the ring on the ring finger of his left hand.
The ring had a silver band and was set with a strange, deep blue gemstone.
In a carriage heading towards Saint Hilan Square, Ernes Boyar rested his right hand on his left and casually twirled the ring on his ring finger, which was set with a deep blue gemstone.
His gaze drifted casually out the window, where he saw a trackless public carriage slowly approaching from a distance. A newsboy, about 160 cm tall, slung a bag over his shoulder and hawked his wares along the street. A considerable number of bicycles had replaced the horse-drawn carriages that were common last year, weaving through the crowds coming and going in the St. George Borough.
Here, there are far more people wearing light blue or gray-blue work clothes and baseball caps than those in formal attire and top hats.
Ernes withdrew his gaze, chuckled to himself, and showed no fear of what might happen next; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it.
He felt that he was well prepared:
The " Rose's Vow " worn on his left hand allows Count Mistral is far away, to share his sight, hearing, and smell, ensuring that no matter what happens, the ultimate goal will be achieved;
Inside the inner pocket, alongside the silver pocket watch, was the " The Moon Paper Figurine," which could absorb a fatal blow or a direct attack on his Spirit Body, ensuring he wouldn't suffer severe damage or death in the short term.
The diamond lapel pin he wears, which is said to be a " Alcohol Nemesis," helps him maintain high energy levels and a clear mind, and increases his resistance to spells in the Mental Body realm.
The belt worn around the waist is called the " Moonlight Ribbon," which can effectively reduce damage from " The Sun " and "Lightning."
These wondrous items, whether from Ernes's own savings or gifts from Count Mistral, transformed Ernes into a "target" that was difficult to resolve and control quickly.
In addition, the Sanguine Viscount's natural resistance to Nightmare- like effects, Ernes now has almost no weaknesses. Even when facing Demigod, as long as the opponent does not reveal their Mythical Creature Form, he can hold out for a while.
The only problem is that the negative effects of these magical items aren't easy to bear... Ernes's facial muscles twitched slightly, but quickly calmed down:
The " Rose's Vow " ring would occasionally cross Count Mistral's mind, and if the couple wore it for a week without taking it off, they were very likely to fall in love, regardless of gender or race.
The " The Moon Paper Figurine " is a disposable item with almost no negative effects, only causing a slight chill.
The problem with the " Alcohol Nemesis " lapel pin is that it can cause continuous damage to the liver and brain. If worn for too long, it may lead to a loss of some thinking and logical abilities. Therefore, it must be removed for 15 minutes every half hour.
Once the " Moonlight Ribbon " is tied, all senses will become more acute, making it easy to see things one shouldn't see and hear sounds one shouldn't hear. At the same time, the wearer will experience intermittent itching all over their body.
Hopefully they won't be timid, and won't drag things out... Ernes Boyar examined his own condition again, casting his expectant gaze toward the entrance to Saint Hilan Square not far away.
On the other side of Saint Hilan Square, Emlyn White, suddenly looked up at a small bird flying in from not far away.
Then, he raised his hand to press down on his top hat, lowered his head slightly, and strode quickly towards the center of the square, approaching the fountain.
During this process, Emlyn's figure flashed by, completely blending into the passing crowd.
However, this could not shake off Count Mistral's lock.
The pale silver-haired Sanguine Count once again turned the sapphire ring on his left ring finger and calmly said:
"Notice."
At the entrance to Saint Hilan Square, Ernes Boyar grew increasingly alert, knowing that something was about to happen, and it finally did.
Emlyn did indeed choose Saint Hilan Square... Ernes once again turned his gaze to the window, warily watching the pedestrians on the street, the trolleybuses about to pass each other, the ordinary newsboys hawking newspapers, and the elegant windows of the surrounding houses and shops.
He didn't believe that Emlyn's possible accomplices were hiding here, because there were more and better places to make a move in Saint Hilan Square, but he still thought that a certain degree of vigilance was necessary.
Suddenly, he shifted his body slightly forward, almost falling off his seat.
His carriage stopped without warning!
Immediately afterwards, the horses pulling the carriage seemed to be having a nightmare; they reared up and struggled wildly, overturning the carriage to the ground.
During this process, Ernes Boyar actually had enough space, time, and ability to help the coachman control the maddened horses, but he did not do so because he saw a transparent, blurry wolf-like ghost pounce in through the window and throw a rose contained within its body at him.
A rose!
Ernes Boyar's eyes widened just as the carriage overturned.
He quickly jumped out of the carriage from the other side, and a phantom-like black shackle stretched out from the void, binding the wolf-shaped ghost!
With a soft "poof," the wolf-shaped ghost disintegrated without a struggle.
After Ernes Boyar regained his footing, he stood there motionless, his eyes unfocused.
He has entered a deep sleep.
Inside a trackless public carriage passing by him, a young man with dark hair and blue eyes, wearing a thin trench coat, sat with his back to the middle of the road, intently flipping through a notebook with a hard, bronze-green cover.
Around him, other passengers were either reading newspapers, talking to each other, or looking outside, and saw that the out-of-control horses quickly returned to normal.
With a swift movement, the dark-haired, blue-eyed man turned another page in his notebook.
The trackless horse-drawn carriage continued on its way, gradually moving away.