: Prying the door late at night

In his opinion, Mrs. Sherron, who has been wandering in the aristocratic circle for many years and has been rumored from time to time, must have a lot of connection with those nobles who are arrogant on weekdays. Maybe one of them will be among the people who climb the wall at night.

The Six Fingers, who had not thought mysteriously at all, naturally believed that the task of Ivan entrusting them with the abnormal movements in Tingen was to seize the handle of the nobles, and fortunately let them submit at the critical moment.

"Madam Schellon?" Alvin raised his eyebrows, but there was no memory of the other person in his mind.

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that Brenez, who had been huddling in his top pocket, gently tapped his chest.

Outside the gate of the Tingen City Ancient Relics Protection Association, Alvin asked in detail about Mrs. Schollen and got the other party’s address and the news that he was not at home tonight.

After sending six fingers away, he stared at the empty streets and said as if he was talking to himself: "What did you want to say just now?"

"I can make all the nobles fascinated by it. I think except for the witch, there are only vampires who worship the moon."

With a breath of breath, Bournez crawled out of his shirt pocket, supported his round head with his soft arms, and continued to add:

"Those mice also have excellent appearances, but they like blood more, especially the blood of girls, but they do not indulge in lust like witches."

"You mean that Mrs. Sharon might be an extraordinary person?" Evan felt a little curious.

"Desire...sleepy!"

The owner of the drawing paper has moist skin, brown hair, and a perfect face with a golden ratio, and a pair of bright eyes that are pure and timid like a deer in the forest.

Just as Alvin was thinking about where to start the inspection, perhaps the sound of opening the door was too loud, or perhaps the chattering Bournez was disturbed by the servant living on the first floor.

After a moment, with a "click" sound, Mrs. Schollen's mansion was unprepared to his eyes.

He sighed in a low voice, and Alvin put away his tools as if he was going back to his own home and strode into the door.

"Damn..." Alvin cursed inwardly when he saw this. Before he screamed, he rushed over to use physical methods to help the maid sleep, and suddenly heard Bournez hiding in his pocket and said in a low voice:

These two contradictory feelings were mixed together without any sense of incongruity. As a faint fragrance that penetrated into the bone marrow came, Alvin, who had never done the work of the court and had been wandering on the battlefield, suddenly felt the luxury of it.

Late at night after the party, Upton was still busy with his two colleagues' assistance. The noble housekeepers and merchants with various purposes rushed to hand over their gold-plated business cards, and took turns to tempt when the coercion did not work.

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could figure out who the little maid was, he fell straight to the ground with a "thump".

Walking on the soft and thick carpet, Brenez's amazing sigh kept coming from his arms.

"It's so good to be young, just fall asleep..."

The lounge in the corner of the hall was suddenly pushed open. A girl in a maid's costume rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a daze: "Madam, are you back?"

The moment he entered the door, Alvin was deeply shocked by the perfect luxurious arrangement in the bedroom under the crimson moonlight shining through the window.

"It's obvious!" Bournez nodded and said:

"But I don't recommend having direct conflicts with the other party. It would be fine if the mice who only go to the hospital to steal plasma. If they are witches, they may be beaten to the younger ones and cause old ones. After all, strictly speaking, they are a big family that has been passed down for a long time!"

Throwing the bike into the flowerbed under the gas lamp and locking the front wheel on the street lamp pole with iron chains, Alvin then lowered the brim of the hat and walked towards Mrs. Schellon's house at the other end of the street.

There are no dilapidated wooden houses on the Iron Cross Street, as well as the stinky ditch with sewage flowing, and the flat and wide roadsides. The magnificent villas make Alvin feel like he has entered another world.

At the same time, he forced himself to cover himself and lay on his pocket, with his two button eyes directly looking at Bournez in front.

"I know you're not afraid of those guys, but you have to think about your own industry, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll sleep until tomorrow morning!"

On the other side, on both sides of the Olsner Street in the East District, where wealthy people gather, clusters of gorgeous flowerbeds are blooming under dazzling gas street lights.

From Reggins, a member of the Secretariat, sold the notes of Antigonus family at a low price to the Aurora members Sirius Aripis and Heinus Vancent, reselling them to Welch McGovern, which caused Klein and three others to commit suicide due to the notes.

Almost at the same time, far away from the outskirts of Tingen, a single-family villa with dark red chimneys and withered flowers in front of the house.

The most amazing thing in the whole room is a giant oil painting that only completed the upper body.

"She won't wake up suddenly, right?" Alvin turned his head and pointed to the maid lying on the ground.

I tried not to think about how the master who was painting at that time stood naked in front of the full-body mirror, enjoying and copying it while watching.

Instead, he looked at the corner of the room, a thick safe that was silver-gray all over the body was incompatible with the surrounding environment...

And move the half-body portrait that has never been completed, as well as the oil paint and the silver-plated full-body mirror next to it.

After arriving at the destination according to the door number, he noticed that there was no one around. He easily climbed over the wooden grille wall, and then quietly walked through the garden to the front of the gate.

After passing through the entrance hall, the crimson moonlight outside the window lays a layer of hazy veil in the elegant and quiet hall, making the exquisitely textured furniture inside look unspeakable.

After realizing that he had almost had a bad thing just now and successfully remedy it, Bulenes laughed dryly, stretched out his tiny arm and pointed upstairs and said:

"The master room should be on the second floor, I think we should go upstairs and take a look."

Faced with the advice, Alvin pondered for a while before nodding slightly:

"Then let's investigate first. If there is no substantial threat, you can consider letting her go for the time being!"

He glanced at the closed door lock, then took out a slender iron wire from his arms, inserted it steadily into the lockhole and tweaked it carefully for a few times.

Just like casting the capital in the world, each floor has a different scene, full of extravagant desires, poverty and pain.

Then, from Sirius in the Deville Library, he met the fraudster Ranrus, and to the two sides conspired to deceive Hood Eugen, he tricked his fiancee Megous to the factory, and made the real creator's projection site and successfully conceived the evil god's descendant.

"I didn't expect the Generalist Potion to be used like this..." A speechless voice suddenly came from my pocket.

However, the towering and firmness of the warm collarbone is invisibly added a touch of charm that mature women should have.

...

Ince Zangwell, who had a blind eye, slowly opened the ordinary-textured notebook on the desk under the illumination of the candle, showing the story he had carefully arranged above.

Looking up at the spacious room, at the end of the soft carpet that is thick enough to sprain ankle, is a large round bed covered with velvet duvet covers, and a giant dressing table with various cosmetics and a dazzling array of jewelry.

Next to it, in the cloakroom where the door is covered, various thin clothes and suspender stockings that were thrown on the soft rocking chair can be vaguely seen. In addition, there are some strange items inlaid with golden silk, such as collar whips, beast ears and cat tails.

Then he took out a pair of small scissors and a thin iron bar, and according to the mechanical structure that had just been simulated in his mind, he made a simple key in just a few seconds.

"It is said that someone can open the door to the entire street with just one noodle. I was just inspired."

After receiving the affirmation of Bournez, he turned around and came to the second floor, and finally found Mrs. Schellon's bedroom. After using the same trick again, he easily sneaked in.

Although Klein survived after committing suicide and joined the Night Watch Team, such a small episode did not affect the overall situation arranged by Ince Zangwell.

Later, under his arrangement, gang member Bakus and others kidnapped the son of tobacco businessman Vickro, and arranged for Klein to pass by Angtinus' notes by chance.

Just as the night watchmen brought the late seal 2-049, they sieged Riel Bieber, who had already obtained the Angtinus notes in the dock area warehouse and were about to complete their promotion, and arranged for the captain of the Angtinus captain Dunn Smith to check the eve of the Angtinus family's pen power being polluted and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

An uninvited guest appeared quietly, suddenly interrupting the rhythm of the notes.

Thanks to the big guys who "refer to 1 party 2:00" for their rewards and recommendations!
Chapter completed!