The sky has entered dark night, and on moonless nights, everyone should stay at home as much as possible. This seems to have become a rule that everyone in Brighton follows. The last batch of off-duty workers rode carriages from various streets to their homes, and few even wandered on the streets.
There are far fewer of them.
It was already half past ten in the evening. At the entrance of the North District, a scholar and a child led a blue fur puppy and casually approached this Manchester quill shop. The quills here were all ordered for nobles.
Made by Mrs. Lily, the owner is an old friend.
At this moment, the store has closed, and the opening hours will be nine o'clock tomorrow morning. This is exactly what Parrish Arthur needs. The blue-haired dog turned around twice, and after confirming that no one came out of the arbitration office next to it, he stood upright on his hind legs.
He stood up, his bones creaking, his body grew bigger and bigger, and he returned to the body of a wolf.
Nighthawk twisted his limbs, and his body was rusty after not transforming for a long time: "Okay, the time given to you is half an hour. I will leave after half an hour. After you finish, you will return to Templer."
Go to the street, where the arbitration office dare not search."
Parrish nodded, took out a piece of wire from his upper body pocket, and skillfully inserted the wire into the lock under the door handle under Arthur's surprised gaze. Nighthawk didn't feel anything at all, but looked solemnly at the entrance to the North District,
Wizards are not omnipotent, and neither is Parrish's mirror world. The Arbitration Office has many means to target wizards. Four years ago, Parrish did not have too much entanglement with the Arbitration Office. Even so, Parrish was injured when he left.
It is still very stressful for Nighthawk to pick the lock next to the arbitration office.
With a snap, Parrish pushed open the door, nodded to Nighthawk, and then pulled Arthur into the quill shop. After the door closed, Nighthawk heard the sound coming from the bluestone road in the North District in the distance.
There was the sound of stepping on military boots, which were the unique shoes of the Arbitration Institute troops. After stretching a little, Nighthawk fell to the ground on all fours, looked up to the sky and let out a wolf howl.
"What a sound!" After the Arbitration Institute troops not far away heard the wolf howl, they quickly rushed over and blocked Nighthawk at the entrance to the North District. The visitors were the second patrol team of the Arbitration Institute's Dog Team, and their basic configuration was
They were all wearing short sticks and black and white uniforms, and slowly surrounded Nighthawk.
"Mr. Werewolf, according to the naturalized beastman law, it is forbidden to behave like beasts in the middle of the night. Please take out your naturalization certificate." The team member wearing a black satin hat approached Nighthawk and said,
At the door of the arbitration office, he believed that Nighthawk did not dare to do anything inappropriate. But what he miscalculated was that Nighthawk's purpose was to attract the entire arbitration office to him. When this team member was half a meter away from Nighthawk,
There were five claw marks inexplicably on his body, and Nighthawk licked the blood on his claws and looked at the team member who slowly knelt on the ground in amusement.
The rest of the dog team panicked, some blew whistles, and some shouted about enemy attack. These people panicked at the entrance of the Arbitration Office and in front of their own territory. Nighthawk sneered and howled a second time to remind Quill.
Arthur and Parrish inside the house were able to move, and he ran towards another road in Walls Manor, deeper into the aristocratic residential area. He also needed to lure away the Human Alliance patrol team.
Several more people came out of the door of the Arbitration Office, but the obvious difference was that they were holding long guns in their hands, and they were much calmer than the panic of the Dog Team. They were members of the Eagle Team and the Bear Team. The chaos intensified, and many mansions that had already turned off the lights were
The manor turned on the kerosene lamp again, and the nighthawk howled and ran through the streets, chasing the speeding members of the arbitration office behind it.
Parrish leaned against the door and waited for there to be no loud noises outside. He gestured to Arthur a few times, then pointed to the window at the back of the Quill House, signaling to go out from there. When Arthur had just entered the door, he
I discovered that this store had no back door, only a window leading to the rear. While Parrish was listening to the noise outside the house, Arthur had already opened a little of the window to make sure that outside the house was the path of the Rose Manor on the sketch map. The window
It was the inside-out type. Parrish raised the window and let Arthur step out first. He turned back to confirm the condition of the front door and followed.
The entire North District is in an emergency. A dangerous werewolf running around is wreaking havoc on the streets of the North District. The entire North District's security force has been activated. At this critical time of the war, such a giant wolf appears deep in Brighton City.
This place inevitably makes people think too much. Even Edwards was alerted and called his self-defense troops to block the nearby streets for support.
Are there any orcs attacking the North District at this time? Edwards, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom, cast his gaze in the direction of the Rose Manor that had been burned down for eleven years. The purpose should not be there, if so, it would be with Lars
Maybe it has something to do with the wizard Turl was chasing. Edwards was the only one in the house, so he didn't need to hide too much, so he put on a nightgown and floated on the spot. If you look closely, you will find Edwards standing in a small group
On the upward spiraling air current.
"I'm just going to take a look at the Rose Manor." If the target is really the Rose Manor, then the patrol will definitely be attracted away in some way, and Edwards himself has to provide the last layer of protection. No one knows what happens on weekdays.
The Lord of Brighton City, who loves his people and his city, is a wizard who is severely hunted by humans. He also lives in the North District managed by the Arbitration Agency of Brighton City, which specializes in catching wizards.
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Rose Manor now only has a fire-burned ruins and messy weeds. Under the ruins are buried the remains of the giant wolf god Erikrom, who may not necessarily exist.
At the fence of the coniferous forest behind Rose Manor, Parrish squeezed in through two dilapidated fences. No one had taken care of the place for eleven years. The fences were entangled with various vegetation, and Parrish had to reluctantly break them.
Some fodder stood on the land where Rose Manor once stood. Arthur had already got in first, not caring about the cloth on his body that was cut by the hardwood branches. He just looked at the black residue and imagined the original appearance of this place.
With only his eyesight, Arthur could only see a small part of the manor in total darkness. Even so, through the ruins and weeds, Arthur still saw a moss-covered tree in what was originally the garden.
A handmade swing. His nose felt sore for no reason. From this swing, Arthur could feel the presence of family affection.
Parrish pushed aside the waist-high weeds with his hands, stood next to Arthur, and waited quietly for Arthur to calm down.
"Your parents, including your grandparents, are all very kind and shining people."
Arthur wiped the tears from his eyes and thanked him softly. The half hour agreed with Nighthawk was running out, so he had to go faster next time.
The question now is, where will Hebrew hide the family secret, a secret that the Human Alliance has not found for eleven years.
"Mr. Parrish, if there is no secret hidden in our family, is it possible?" He carefully proposed this hypothesis. Arthur has never dared to say this. He doesn't know that Parrish must have a secret here.
What are the factors? Everything is just a hypothesis. If Hebrew is not hiding anything and the Human Alliance is just running in vain, then why are they here now?
"No, before I went to the Houston family ruins, I also thought about whether I would run away in vain, but the items guarded by the Houston family did not disappoint me. Among wizards, the Hebrew family is as famous as the Houston family. Yours
The ancestors are the ones who definitely want what they protect. However, if it has not been found in eleven years, it may have been buried underground."
Underground? Arthur stepped on the weeds under his feet. Are the secrets of the Hebrews buried there?