Whispering Verse

"At the top of the house, [the foreign traveler] looked down at the note in his hand after looking far into the distance, and obtained additional clue 7"

Shade on the roof looked at his handwriting on the note. The hoarse voice at the top of the bell tower paused for a moment. Then, the man in black robe standing on the west side of the round table actually raised his hands:

"Extra clue 7, the prisoner who attacked Freeman Hawthorne was Miss Charlotte.

In the summer of 1854 in the universal calendar, it was the 29th of the Sunshine Month. With the help of outstanding eloquence, amazing charm and good luck, [Outlander] Miss Charlotte successfully solved the attack case of 'Freeman Hawthorne' and found the murderer 'Miss Charlotte'. and arrested him with his own hands. This is the story of strangers and strangers, of the mean and the noble. A collection of dice stories that only love true wise men. "

"Are you kidding me?"

The man supporting the woman in black robe who was still breathing her last breath asked the man in black robe who was hosting the game with wide eyes. Although the other two narrators of the story were in similar moods, at least Bella Belindel immediately realized what she should do most at this time:

"I won. As a reward for victory, I want a divination-type relic. The request for others is: everyone present except me, forget all the identity details of 'Miss Charlotte' in this story!"

She stood up immediately. While the three people from Dawn Church looked at her in surprise, the "Secret Keeper" nodded slightly:

"As you wish~"

The long table turned into a shadow and disappeared, leaving only an ivory dice still in Miss Belindle's hand. [Collection of Dice Stories] disappeared into the air again, and the weak sunlight in the afternoon reappeared, illuminating everyone on the clock tower terrace at this moment.

"Ms. Amethyst, what are you going to do?"

Mr. York O'Connor of the Nine Rings instinctively stopped in front of the two people from the [Light Worshipers Training Group] before his companions behind him could react. But the witch's hand had already reached out towards them, and a large transparent net formed in the air:

"Of course to keep it a secret, [Dice Stories] disappeared again, but no one can guarantee whether they have really forgotten those memories. Mr. O'Connor, it is your honor to sit with me and play games, why still What kind of information do you want?"

Although there was still a cooperative relationship just now, Mr. O'Connor still chose to fight back against this unknown control thaumaturgy. The witch frowned slightly and did not want to have such a close encounter with the man, so the two maids behind her consciously stepped forward to solve this problem on their master's behalf.

At this moment, under the dim sky of Yuewan City, a silver flash of light pierced the sky and entered the tower instantly.

Even the eleventh-level great witch couldn't react to what was happening. When she turned around, she saw arrows that were turning into light fragments piercing the chest of the man in the [Light Worshiper Training Association], dotted with stars. The silver fragments of light disappeared in an instant.

She reached out again to grab the woman who was bleeding from all her orifices, but the other woman suddenly raised her head. With a look of despair in her eyes, she used her last strength to raise her right hand:

"Lighting Technique!"

"Get out of the way!"

In the panic, they didn't know who was shouting, and everyone at the top of the bell tower instinctively wanted to retreat at this moment. The great witch, who was closest to the fate of women, had a premonition that death was coming and wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

A faint white light appeared on the fingertips of the dying woman, and then the light exploded like the sun. At this moment, time seemed to slow down for Bella Belindel.

She could clearly see the expansion-explosion trajectory of the ball of light, and could see the hair falling in front of her eyes due to her sudden retreat.

The golden hair came into contact with the white light and disappeared into the light as if melting, or in other words, became part of the light. Then the light approached her face, and just when the light was almost close to the tip of her nose, the bright silver light arrow struck again.

The light arrow entered the light without any hindrance and penetrated the dying woman's head. Due to the death of the caster, the unknown fatal light disappeared immediately. On the terrace of the bell tower, which had returned to normal, the witch gasped and took two steps back before stopping. Her head was dazed for several seconds before she realized what had just happened:

"What kind of light is that, damn madman."

She rarely said dirty words in her heart. While her heart was beating rapidly, she grabbed the hands of her two maids and made the three figures created by the illusion jump from the balcony to the bell tower. In fact, they left together from the stairs. Bella Belindel is one of the few eleventh-level witches who cannot fly.

"Wait a minute, Ms. Amethyst!"

But at least the great witch of fate had good illusion skills. When the equally frightened Mr. York O'Connor quickly walked to the edge of the terrace and looked down, of course he couldn't see the lady and the two maids.

"How should I write the report this time? The light technique just now. I feel like I am melting into the light."

The two companions behind him showed strange expressions, grabbing their heads to prevent the flow of memories. Mr. O'Connor stood in front of the railing and looked into the distance. Under the dim skylight, the ring warlock who had just shot two silver light arrows could not be seen:

"Isn't this arrow shot by Miss Charlotte? That's why she has to check the information from a high place so that she can attack the people on the clock tower immediately after the story is over? She knows. Strange, what am I talking about?"

As he thought about it, most of the contents of the "Collection of Dice Stories" faded from his memory like seawater at low tide. Although the overall structure of the story still remained on the beach called "Memories", he could no longer remember it. Don't know those details. All I remember is that the woman who won seemed to be incredibly charming and lucky, much like the Tobesk winner in the profile.

But the deadly white light just now was still clearly remembered by him, and the light still made him a little distracted.

York O'Connor held on to the balcony railing, leaning on it to look at the city illuminated by the afternoon skylight that penetrated the clouds. From the highest point of Yuewan City, I looked at the rows of buildings of different heights, at the ant-sized carriages and pedestrians, and at the wisps of black smoke floating into the sky in the distance.

This scene is simply stunning, but it’s a pity that only a few people can see it. Although the city is so prosperous, the sky here is always dark. Somehow, he suddenly felt that maybe this city really needed more light.

Forty minutes later, when the private carriage without identification or family crest arrived in a low-key manner at the block where the Yuewan City Police Department was located, the "Miss Charlotte" was nowhere to be found.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley where a "murder" had occurred not long ago, and the beautiful blond lady entered the alley to check it out in person. But at this time, the corpses that should have been there were no longer in this ordinary alley, and there was no one waiting for them.

She frowned slightly, took out the pendulum pendant made of amethyst, and after chanting the incantation softly, she found that the divination could not find the other party:

"She is indeed a girl with a special destiny."

However, the crystal pendant that was originally pointing downwards still shifted. She followed the direction of the shift to find it, and finally Bella Belindel found a note in the crack of the wall.

So the witch boarded the carriage and set off again, and informed the maid and coachman who was disguised as a man of the new address. The carriage started slowly. Miss Matilda, the personal maid, looked at her master's excited expression and asked softly:

"Miss, that Miss Charlotte."

"Yes, she left me a message. I will go see her now. She is a girl with amazing charm, amazing strength, and even mastered the time-stopping spell. I am really curious."

The fat-red birthmark between the eyebrows seemed to become more flushed with excitement, but the maid was still worried:

"After all, you are Miss Bernice's follower."

Having followed Bella Belindel for many years, she could certainly see what the countess was thinking.

"I don't want to steal other people's followers, but it's always good to meet someone. Is there something wrong with my current outfit? Should I change my clothes first?"

She asked her maid again, and after getting the reply "No problem", she thought about how to talk to her for a while. Although she was an eleventh-level witch, she still felt a little uneasy when facing the girl whom she knew a lot about but didn't know her appearance yet:

"But butterflies, and relics"

Thinking about this again, I felt excited, anxious, and even a little more fearful. But this fear made her even more yearning and curious about the "Miss Charlotte" who had never been masked before:

"Vanessa, I really can't do anything."

The carriage then passed through the bustling and lively urban area of ​​Yuewan City as the evening approached, and finally arrived at Herring Street on the banks of the Tatton River. Not far downstream is the Moon Bay Bridge, which is still under construction.

"Miss, are you sure this is the address?"

The maid's voice came from the front, with a rather confused and even frightened mood.

"Yes, opposite No. 18 Herring Street, above the riverside pier, in front of the railing with red advertising paper under the gas street lamp."

Miss Belindel said, so the carriage stopped on the street along the river, and pedestrians on the road consciously walked around the side of the carriage. The witch agreed in the car and asked her two maids to wait beside the car and not get close. Then she got off the carriage first.

The carriage cleverly blocked the back of Miss Charlotte who was waiting for their arrival, so that the pedestrians on Herring Street could not see what happened next. And when the blond witch looked at the girl with "96 points of charm" with excitement and anxiety, what she saw was the back of the man standing in front of the railing by the river in the sunset, holding the railing with one hand and looking at the scenery of the river. .

"Um?"

With his back to the carriage facing the river and the setting sun, he tilted his head slightly. The evening breeze made the hair hanging by his ears sway, his beautiful brows furrowed, and there was some doubt in his golden eyes:

"Wrong address? Wait, this man."

Her golden eyes widened instantly, and she clearly didn't feel the witch's curse being triggered. The anxiety and excitement just now turned into panic and confusion in an instant, and then shock and uneasiness.

She was stunned for a moment, and did not dare to move forward out of caution. Instead, she carefully used the pendulum again. After confirming that it had no effect, she stood between the carriage and the "man" and took out the divination cards, then the coins, and finally the ones just now. The six-sided ivory dice obtained.

The first time she threw the dice, she saw that the number was 6, but before she could wonder, the dice in her palm automatically jumped to 5, then to 1, and finally to 4.

"What's happening here?"

She became more and more confused about the situation, and in front of Sha De, whom she could not see, the setting sun illuminated Sha De's face. The stranger was looking at the river surface reflecting the setting sun with sparkling waves, while constantly turning it with his hands. With the [Twenty-sided Dice of Destiny]. Similar relics will have special characteristics of devouring each other and interfering with each other, and the powerful one can always interfere with the weak one.