The Manhunt

"They actually moved an entire cell space away. Given Bai Mo's capabilities, the fact that he hasn't returned yet suggests that he's been sent to the other side of the world more than just a simple case."

But judging from the looks of it, it seems to be a struggle? You can almost feel the whole world swaying.

Circe stood on a rooftop not far away, observing every move taking place inside the cell. Bai Mo's operation was bound to cause obstruction and reaction from the other side, and at the same time, it was also an opportunity to gather crucial intelligence.

"No matter how strong your willpower is, if your magic power is insufficient, it's still insufficient. How many cards do you still have to play?"

Although they couldn't find the guy's true form, getting the news that he was running out of steam was enough. Circe gazed at the sky, his eyes unfathomable as if he were watching something intently.

She knew very well that the cunning fellow had hidden himself away, and if he appeared in front of Bai Mo, Bai Mo would likely sense him immediately.

This place is, after all, a place of religious background. Even though the Lord's gaze is not on them, if they were to actually encounter Bai Mo, who holds the Metatron Award, some kind of revelation might occur.

The guards gathered nearby naturally did not escape Circe's eyes, but now the only place where he could exert his power was in Abigail's house, which had already been prepared. Outside, Circe's power could not be exerted much.

The most helpful thing right now is the props she made. Circe immediately informed them of the situation, and Ritsuka, having finished her performance, prepared to go home after receiving the news.

Thank you for watching. That concludes today's performance.

Mash and Ritsuka finished their closing remarks and hurriedly prepared to leave. Mata Hari and Robin Hood also completed their respective tasks. However, just as she was about to leave, a townsman walked onto the stage.

"Beautiful lady, your performance was absolutely brilliant. I am so lucky to have seen such a play. Someone like you shouldn't continue performing as a vagrant. I believe you have a deep understanding of the Bible."

Therefore, I sincerely hope that, with the permission of the Church and the witness of the community elders, we can enter into a marriage vow. We will support each other and together build a family that glorifies God.

The behavior of this townsman was quite bizarre. He was in his prime, but in this place where they ate wheat bran and drank diluted milk, he looked rather thin.

Not only that, he also smelled of alcohol, and his current behavior was clearly fueled by the courage of being drunk.

"What is this...?"

Ritsuka couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement, while Robin Hood, who had just been rebuffed on stage for the third question, looked on with amusement.

This is not surprising. In a place where female charm may not be as appealing as that of a ewe, Mata Hari, the female spy who stirred up world affairs, is a bit too exciting for the young men here.

Not to mention, the Queen of Sheba she portrayed was a very wealthy queen, and although the jewels were fake, they still made her stunning face and graceful figure shine brightly in the candlelight.

Mata Hari gave Ritsuka a reassuring look; she was naturally adept at dealing with this kind of person.

"Oh, I always encounter many suitors, but I'm sorry, I have just met with the wise King Solomon, and I am thinking about my country and future, so I really have no mind to pay attention to your request."

As the Queen of Sheba, I have a piece of advice for you: Boldness alone won't win a girl's heart.

With that, Mata Hari smiled and stepped behind the curtain. The man rushed in anxiously, and the onlookers, always eager for drama, began to stir. Abigail, sitting in the corner, immediately sensed something was wrong and tried to find a priest to manage the situation.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped in white cloth covered the child's mouth and nose from behind.

Behind the scenes, a hint of helplessness and disdain flashed in Mata Hari's eyes. She had seen that lecherous look many times before, but it still made her somewhat displeased that a simply dressed Puritan wearing a cross would put on such a show in public.

"Alright, Mata, change your mood. Think about it, that guy risked being publicly humiliated to propose to you, doesn't that just prove how charming you are?"

"Hehe, Master's words are always as sweet as honey."

Mata Hari's displeasure vanished instantly, as Circe's reminders continued to come through the communicator:

"You're too slow. The guards over there have already been deployed for some reason. I'll give you directions, so hurry up and get back inside. Also, there are quite a few people lying in ambush over there. Archer, you should be able to handle them."

"Don't worry, I'm quite good at sabotage. In that case, I'll take my leave first. Nezha, Sanson, I'm counting on you two for the Master."

Robin Hood's figure immediately disappeared into the night. Ritsuka and the others followed Circe's directions and skillfully avoided one search party after another in the town.

"By the way, Circe, have you seen Abby?"

"That child? Hmm... no, I'm in a very restricted position out here. She was dressed all in black; it would be too difficult to find her at night. I'll need to guide you."

But no matter what, the townspeople here wouldn't lay a hand on a child, would they? Raum was also involved as an actor, and besides, it probably doesn't have the strength to control the stage now."

Guided by Circe and with Robin Hood's covert operation, the group arrived at Abigail's mansion without incident. However, just as they were about to enter, the door opened, and a man in a black coat with hawk-like eyes stepped out, followed by several armed guards.

The dark muzzles of guns were pointed at the Chaldea members.

"How did this guy get in? Circe, didn't you set up a blockade?"

"How could I make such a mistake? I already set up a 'no uninvited entry' barrier. If he can break it, I'll immediately go and become Medea's apprentice to relearn True Magic!"

The idea that an ordinary person could break the barrier of the Great Witch of the Age of Gods sounds like a joke. Circe was also quite certain that the barrier was still functioning normally. Suddenly, a person came to her mind: Abigail's uncle, Randolph Carter, who had disappeared after Bai Mo arrived.

But she had no time to think about it. The dark gun barrels behind Hopkins were already pointed at the Chaldea members. In the current situation, only Nezha was still a fighting force, but he was also being restrained.

Faced with this hail of bullets, she wasn't confident she could protect Ritsuka. Robin Hood, lurking in the shadows, had already aimed his arrow at Hopkins; at the slightest movement, he would release the bowstring without hesitation.

"Chaldea Theater Troupe, I am now bringing you to justice for harboring a witch. Those who know what's good for them will surrender immediately. Getting shot a few times isn't a pleasant experience."

Sanson immediately stepped forward and questioned, "This is blatant abuse of power! Do you have any evidence? If not, aren't you trampling on your own laws? Prosecutor, I believe you are a defender of the law, which is why you hold this position."

Faced with Sanson's righteous indignation, a hint of impatience flashed in Hopkins ' eyes. His hand reached for the dagger at his waist, the tool he used to detect witches.

However, at that moment, a townsman came out; he was the very man who had just proposed to Mata Hari on stage.

"I can testify that woman had an affair with the witch; she bewitched us innocent lambs. She is a vile and cunning witch, a filthy whore!"

The man's eyes were filled with burning hatred as he stared intently at Mata Hari, the man who had just proposed to her. He looked at her as if she were his mortal enemy.

Hopkins smiled. Although he was a fool, now that there were witnesses, they could arrest him.

"Take..."

In an instant, Circe raised his wand, Nezha Ritsuka and Mash behind him, and Robin Hood drew his bowstring to its limit. However, before he could utter his second word, a figure appeared behind him like a ghost.

The soldiers' guns fell like quicksand, and then they all felt a powerful force throw them away, like a ball.

Hopkins stared at the figure behind him, his heart nearly stopping. Bai Mo coldly looked at the man, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.

"If I were you, I would apologize to those who were wrongly accused right now, and then slap that idiot who was spouting nonsense twice."