Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 54 Guarantor: Meng

Backlund at night was as peaceful and harmonious as ever.

At the door of a seemingly ordinary insurance company in Midtown, a black carriage was parked, and Yagel, who was in the back seat of the vehicle, leaned back on the armchair expressionlessly.

At the door in the distance, Nighthawk Rick was repeatedly emphasizing to his slightly curly black-haired "friend": "When you go back, remember to advise Mr. Durest not to join in to watch the excitement when encountering strange things in the future. It's very dangerous."

"Look at this time, I went to the scene of the crime without completing the formalities, and was arrested by mistake in the end. Who can be blamed?"

Rick lied calmly, and handed over a standard "bail notice" from the police station to the other party.

"Bail is ten pounds. If there is no follow-up suspicious behavior within one month, you can come back and get a refund."

"Okay," Green, who was wearing a monocle, showed the smile he had been keeping since he arrived.

That's right, given that Yager doesn't have anyone else's contact address in Backlund, and the only reliable detective, Sherlock Moriarty, is too low-sequenced, it's very likely that he won't pass the Nighthawk test and reveal his personal information, so he can only settle for the next best thing...

I found Amon...

And half an hour ago, when I met the postman at the door of the house, Mou Meng's expression can be said to have experienced rich changes, from accident, to doubt, to surprise, and finally surprise.

?And this kind of fun delivered to your door?

Green reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, quickly took out ten pounds in cash, and took the bail receipt from the Nighthawk.

He didn't even seek reimbursement from Yager himself.

Under the light of the red moon, the receipt he got clearly read:

"As a legal resident of Backlund, I would like to guarantee that the bailee "Jager Drest" is not harmful to society and can return to production and life normally. "

"Guarantor: Green."

His name was signed in flamboyant cursive characters.

It's a pity, if Durest wasn't an Outer God, he wouldn't have signed so easily.

Thinking of this, Green put the receipt in his pocket with a little disappointment, and prepared to go home and frame it.

Well, you can still play after signing.

A few seconds later, the door of the carriage was opened again, and the young man with monocle entered the car in a few steps.

As soon as he sat down, Green couldn't help but bend his eyes again: "Chi Chi Chi..."

Yager was unlovable: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I think of happy things." Green pushed the newly bought monocle.

"..."

He doesn't want to talk.

Yager really didn't want to go through the death experience of Amon leading him out of the interrogation room again.

The malicious look in the eyes of the other party when signing is really impressive!

Fists clenched.

But the Nighthawk Officer Rick in the rear didn't seem to let him go.

The blond nighthawk knocked on the narrow window of the carriage: "Mr. Durest, remember the agreement you signed. You can only get a refund if you don't even have a record of being drunk and smashing within one month."

"Okay, I will supervise him." Green next to him replied solemnly for him, and even waved to the Nighthawk.

Looks like a law-abiding citizen.

This may be the closest to this definition in his past, including all Meng's pasts.

...Green, just wait for me.

Yager took a deep breath and felt his blood pressure rise.

If he had a choice, he would take revenge by smashing the Monocle and the Church of Evernight tonight.

The damn contract that got in the way!

Wait, it seems that it is not impossible...

The ding ding dong dong of hoofshoes drove them away from the insurance company full of weird memories.

Jagel raised his eyes slightly: "Mr. Green, when are you going to do the matter about the Church of Evernight?"

"Huh?" The still smiling Monocle turned to face him, "If you want, you can actually do it tonight."

"Tell me about your plan."

……

Backlund, on the west side of St. Samuel's Church.

With black hair and green eyes, Leonard Mitchell, who looks like a bard, stands in the shadow of the building, wearing red gloves and the high moon.

It's his turn to be on duty tonight.

"Ha Qiu!" He suddenly sneezed without image.

Leonard took out a handkerchief from the outside of his uniform, covered his nose, and chatted boredly with his grandfather, Pallez Zarathustra, in his heart.

"Old man, who is the enemy you mentioned earlier?"

"In case we meet, I must have an idea." He leaned against the wall of the church and asked.

"The person who can push you into this situation, even I need to prepare well."

"What's more, I still need revenge..."

His green eyes looked up to the sky.

"You should solve today's serial murder case first." A hoarse voice echoed in his mind, and he was quite speechless, "The nighthawk whose internal organs were gutted this morning was Sequence Eight, but there was no sign of resistance at the scene."

"The murderer obviously has a middle sequence."

"You'd better pick a few powerful Extraordinary items when you're chasing them, otherwise you might be retaliated."

"Don't worry, old man, I can do this little thing well." Leonard murmured, "I won't let that devil go."

"..."

The night seemed to fall into the tranquility of eternal marks again.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and a hoarse male voice slowly resounded in Leonard's heart.

"I have an ominous premonition..."

……

At [-]:[-] in the morning, there was a loud noise at the main entrance of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

"boom!!!!!"

Sand and stones fly.

A large hole suddenly appeared in the gate reinforced by multiple extraordinary abilities!
The startled Nighthawks and Red Gloves quickly rushed out of the rest area and rushed to the place of movement.

"boom!!!!"

The black-gray light fiercely penetrated the entire hall!
"Hidden!" The leader of the first batch of nighthawks who arrived shouted hoarsely.

But it didn't work.

The continuous beam of light seems to be endless, shooting non-stop in the formerly gorgeous hall.

"How is it possible? What sequence of extraordinary abilities is this!" A member of the Red Gloves hid in the aisle, already doing his best to protect against the aftermath of the splash.

"Don't charge! Take cover!!" This was the roar from the opposite corridor.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure covered in crow feathers gradually became clear.

The silver beaked mask on the face seems to be the symbol of the bird of death.

In the holes exposed by the eyes, black and gray rays of light are constantly gathering...

【Eye of the Black Sky】

[Soft eyeballs blessed by phantoms, discovered by Byronworth's mysterious touches, but in the end these touches yielded nothing. 】

[The depth of the eyeball is a vast sky, rumbling in the endless meteorite storm, even a small friction against it will cause the meteorite to fly and roll. 】

The low hum made the Nighthawks dizzy for a while!
(End of this chapter)