Chapter 1056
Magic Bullet Eivass
As the carriage traversed the entirety of Lessar Gnaire and arrived at the Orleans Earl’s Mansion, the sky was already gradually brightening.
It was not yet five in the morning, yet sparse figures could already be seen on the streets.
“…That young lady hasn’t returned yet.” Arsen couldn’t help but worry, “Something didn’t happen, did it?”
Eivass couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this. “Don’t worry, even if something happened to us, nothing would happen to her…”
Even in her travel posture, Alistair was a peak Fifth Tier Child of the Moon in her Nun Set divine gear. Her strength was only higher, not lower, than red phase. As a Blood Angel, she had also lost the common weakness of Children of the Moon. Previously, when Eivass wanted to trick them into opening the door by themselves, it was actually to open it for himself, not for Alistair.
And if Alistair were to fully activate her descending posture, sprout wings, and enter the Sixth Tier… she would be able to completely crush Children of the Moon. Not to mention, Alistair herself had a considerable level of special attack against Children of the Moon.
If “Perfect Being” was a Transcendent posture based on Hengwo’s original plan, based on the template of Hengwo and the Banquet Master’s Child’s Blood Heavenly Envoy… then “Blood Angel” was a new fusion of the powers of the Banquet Master and the Envoy of Mist through the power of the Fallen Heavenly Envoy.
That is, it was a new balance achieved by adding the purification power of the Envoy of Mist on top of the Perfect Being.
“If that’s the case…” Eivass fell into thought.
Alistair had killed until her eyes turned red and still hadn’t returned. Eivass couldn’t directly switch to the Beast of Sin – the position she occupied would be taken, causing Alistair outside to be squeezed out and disappear.
That would not be good.
Since a move was made, it had to be a clean kill. It would not be good to leave half a life to yelp around.
“Shall we wait at the entrance?” Sherlock asked, looking up.
“No need,” Eivass shook his head, his gaze deep. “I am at least a Fifth Tier me—let’s go in.”
“And I’m here, what’s there to be afraid of!” Arsen clenched the warm short sword at his waist—it gave him more confidence.
At this time, the servants outside the carriage had been waiting for a long time.
The guests did not lift the curtains, so they did not dare to intrude and disturb them. They could only wait respectfully outside the carriage, and some had already turned back to report.
Although they didn’t know why the Duke’s people would visit the Earl’s Mansion at this hour… but since people had already arrived, what else could be done?
After all, everyone could recognize Ice Heart Duke’s carriage… Now that the King of Iris Flower was gone, the three Grand Dukes still existed, and the people of the ducal territories even lived better than those outside. Even though they openly declared themselves to still be Dukes, the parliament didn’t dare to say a word… this was the value of a military Duke.
At this moment, the carriage door opened. Sherlock and Arsen stepped out in succession, followed by Eivass, who was dressed as a white-robed Child of the Moon.
“My lord…” A blood servant immediately stepped forward and performed a complex and classical salute to the three—especially Arsen: “We have already reported your arrival, and someone will come to greet you immediately…”
He didn’t dare to ask why Eivass and the others were here. Of course, he was not qualified to ask.
He didn’t know who Eivass and Sherlock were, but at least he recognized Arsen de Vendome.
He was once the most famous phantom thief of Iris Flower, the common idol of the lower class of Iris Flower, and a “star” used by Eagle Eye for recruitment.
At his most famous, he had the Iris Flower police running around for three consecutive months. At most, even twelve Fourth Tier and one Fifth Tier individuals couldn’t catch him, and he still managed to steal the item. He appeared in the newspaper almost twice a week, always on the front page.
Merchants from the Goblin Merchant Guild, Elf bishops from the Church, great nobles from Star Antinomy, white gloves from Avalon, and private guards from the Ancient Kingdom of Anxi had all experienced Arsen’s elusiveness. Those high-ranking important figures could do nothing about him.
Both the petty thieves in tattered clothes in the back alley’s foul ditches and the young ladies from the Duke’s mansion liked him.
He was also famous for being amorous… He never considered a person’s origin or wealth when seeking a lover, only pursuing beauty and romantic encounters.
—A man who became famous for “rebelling against big shots” was taken in as a son-in-law by the Duke, and thus transformed into a big shot whose “name contained ‘de'”.
If it were someone else, they might have instantly turned from a fan to a hater, drawing intense criticism from people.
However, Arsen was not like that… because he truly left no money for himself. All the money he earned from stealing was distributed among the people. Almost all the orphanages in Iris Flower had been visited by him, and he had secretly sent a few bags of money. Occasionally, during holidays, there would be some gifts—it was said that no matter how well the doors and windows were closed, he could directly deliver gifts to the good children’s tables.
Some parents also used this pretext to give gifts to their children… Almost every street in Iris Flower had at least one person who had benefited from him. For such a righteous person, people could only wish him happiness.
Now, Children of the Moon would not attack him, and Eagle Eye was friendly towards him; many councilors had a good relationship with him, and he was on familiar terms with all three Grand Dukes. His reputation among the common people was sky-high—although his strength was not great, he could get past most doors with just his face, whether he had an appointment or not.
Even if it wasn’t the Duke’s carriage, the servants dared not neglect Arsen.
They respectfully opened the door for Arsen. They were always escorted by at least four servants, and behind them stood six servants in a line—they were there to shield him from gunfire.
Some important figures were assassinated by thrown knives from Eagle Eye’s men when they got out of their carriages. Therefore, from the carriage to the interior, servants had to form an impenetrable shield around the path, looking like a crowded fan meeting… Undoubtedly, this was a special etiquette only found in Iris Flower.
After escorting him to the entrance, a person dressed as a nobleman finally hurried over.
It was a young man who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.
His appearance had a neutral and elegant beauty. His short black hair that reached his shoulders made him look more like a very dashing girl.
“Everyone, I am Gaston de Orleans.” The young man smiled, his voice clear, with no trace of fatigue in his eyes: “Distinguished guests, why have you come at this time… we have not yet prepared meals to entertain our guests! Please come in quickly—”
As he spoke, he bowed elegantly in front and gestured for them to enter.
More than entertaining guests, it was like rehearsing an opera. There was a strange yet harmonious extravagance about him.
If it weren’t for the trace of bloodlust lingering on the corners of his mouth, he would look like a young man who had just woken up and was warming up his voice to sing.
Arsen’s eyes lit up with joy, and he showed a smile identical to Gaston’s.
He had completely forgotten why he had come, and took off his hat to return the salute: “Good morning, Young Master Gaston! May the blood energy shroud the moonlit night…”
Gaston’s gaze deepened for a moment, and he smiled and nodded at Arsen.
He led the three into the Earl’s Mansion, and on the way, he looked back and asked, “Lord Arsen, may I ask who these two are…”
“I am Sherlock Hermes, a detective… from Avalon.” Sherlock’s face, at some unknown time, had also put on a gentle smile, as did Eivass. The smiles on the four faces were identical, like pasted expressions.
And Eivass’s introduction startled Gaston: “I am Eivass Moriarty. The former Eternal Pope.”
Upon hearing this, Gaston’s footsteps immediately stopped.
—What are you?
He looked back at Eivass in astonishment, unable to maintain his fake smile for even a moment: “Lord Eivass…”
At this moment, he suddenly realized—Eivass’s gaze was also intensely focused on him.
—Not good!
Gaston’s heart tightened instantly. His originally dark red pupils turned bright crimson in an instant.
He immediately transformed into a flock of bats and scattered inward without looking back.
“What’s wrong with him?” Arsen asked, somewhat confused.
Sherlock also frowned and looked at Eivass.
But at that moment, Eivass suddenly raised his left hand. Blood was drawn from his fingertips and condensed into a small blood orb.
Then, it transformed into a magic bullet—
Just like the magic bullets in Carl Maria von Weber’s opera “Der Freischütz,” it flew in intricate curves in the air, elegantly drawing red light and piercing through all the bats one by one.
It wrote lines of prayer in beautiful Elvish script in mid-air:
[I implore the Envoy of Mist, the Heavenly Envoy without eyes or words, the Heavenly Envoy without sun or moon]
[Please grant me white mist to block the morning sun and condense the night dew]
