Chapter 445

After the man suspected to be Bouvard Pomperol took a step forward, he finally regained a bit of reason.

He tugged at the dark bow tie below his neck, and three blurry figures suddenly appeared above his head and on both shoulders.

These figures were not large, looking like newborn infants, their skin pale and cyan, their faces round and twisted, their expressions quite ferocious.

"Keeping Little Ghosts"!

These three transparent, blurry little ghosts burrowed to Bouvard Pomperol's chest, each occupying a position, and began to suck frantically.

In an instant, their figures became much clearer. Screaming in pain, they detached from the mother body, circled around, and flew toward different parts of the building at 20 Terrace Street at an extremely fast speed.

They had no physical form, passing through walls and doors, and in a very short time, they had scoured the master bedroom's wardrobe, desk, dressing room, and bathroom, not letting go of any corner or any space where an ambusher could hide.

One little ghost with a venomous, cyan-and-white face even went around all the shadows in the room, ensuring no Beyonder was lurking in such special environments by relying on supernatural powers.

Seeing Paulina open her eyes and cast a gaze that was both confused and moist, Bouvard Pomperol explained subconsciously:

"My 'Danger Intuition' tells me there are some problems here, and during this recent period, I must be very cautious and cannot have any oversights.

"Wait until I eliminate the hidden dangers and confirm safety, then I will enjoy tonight's wonderful time with you."

For some reason, Bouvard's tone was gentler than when he faced Paulina in the past, and he was more willing to explain, as if the other party's outfit and the mood created tonight had struck his heart, making him unable to help but be attracted and want to please her.

Just as Bouvard Pomperol finished speaking, one of the little ghosts left the master bedroom and searched the adjacent room.

With its cyan-and-white face, it arrived at the end of the corridor, passed through the wardrobe, and burrowed inside.

The next second, it saw a figure tied up tightly with her mouth stuffed.

That figure was wearing a pale white nightgown, her clothes disheveled, exposing a large area of skin. She was beautiful, elegant in temperament, and full-bodied, as if a ripe fruit—it was clearly another Paulina!

The little ghost with the twisted face let out a scream, swooshed back into Bouvard Pomperol's arms, and while sucking at his chest, transmitted the scene it had just seen to its owner.

Bouvard Pomperol's face changed, understanding that he had stepped into a trap and encountered an ambush.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough to find the hidden danger in advance!

This liaison of the "Sinner" organization had his body darken, merging with his own shadow, and slithered like a snake into the shadows clinging to the walls.

The hiding ability attached to his "Shadow Burial" was not quite the same as the shadow hiding of many Beyonders; the latter mainly relied on the lightless quality of shadows to conceal their form, while he used his ability to transform himself into a shadow, truly becoming a part of the shadow, just like the special creatures inhabiting such environments, but it was also easy to accidentally enter different-dimensional spaces connected to certain shadow areas.

At this very moment, Bouvard Pomperol felt as if he had sunk into a lightless ocean, and his body stretched and spread, merging with the black water droplets here.

He swam rapidly, heading straight for the room at the end of the corridor.

He wanted to rescue Paulina and wanted to take her away from Terrace Street together.

He had an extraordinary possessiveness for this "condiment beauty."

While Bouvard was traveling in the shadows, he suddenly heard a crisp "pop" sound.

The dim yellow gas wall lamp's light suddenly brightened, and flames filled every inch of space inside the glass cover.

All the gas wall lamps in the corridor turned into miniature suns, dispersing all the shadows here.

Only a snake-like, twisted human shadow remained on the floor.

Jenna, who had transformed into a maid relying on "Lie," walked out from the side room and let a cluster of black flames fall onto Bouvard Pomperol's shadow.

This liaison of the "Sinner" organization immediately felt pain and weakness originating from the depths of his soul.

He used "Shadow Replacement" without hesitation.

In this building at 20 Terrace Street, the butler and servants who followed Paulina had all become followers of Fate, submitting to Bouvard Pomperol, this messenger; all their shadows could be exchanged!

In the room of Paulina's personal maid, a human shadow suddenly squirmed and changed.

The black shadow stood up abruptly, becoming thick, no longer thin, revealing the appearance of Bouvard Pomperol.

And the shadow in the corridor disappeared rapidly in the burning of the black flames. After the personal maid in the room twitched a few times, a little black flame flowed out from her nostrils, ears, mouth, and corners of her eyes. She then returned to silence, losing her breath.

Bouvard Pomperol, taking advantage of the effect of "Shadow Replacement," used another contract ability again.

He ran wildly forward, dragging out dozens or hundreds of "phantoms."

His body flickered continuously among these "phantoms," changing positions, making it impossible for Jenna to lock on and difficult to distinguish.

In the blink of an eye, Bouvard Pomperol, carrying a string of figures, entered the room where Paulina was tied up and opened the corresponding wardrobe.

In Paulina's eyes was surprise, craving, and hope, watching Bouvard's right hand become stained with a metallic luster, becoming extremely sharp.

In an instant, this liaison of the "Sinner" organization cut the ropes, attempting to forcibly break out of the encirclement with Paulina.

He had a total of eight contract abilities, and one had not yet been used.

Just at this moment, as the ropes loosened, Paulina couldn't help but recall the experience of being abused by Bouvard time and time again and the pain that seemed to have been carved into the depths of her brain.

An irrepressible hatred surged from the bottom of her heart, wanting the person who had hurt her to suffer the punishment of fate.

She raised her right hand abruptly.

Alarm bells rang in Bouvard's mind, and he had a strong sense of danger.

However, at this distance, no one's reaction could be faster than "Arcing Technique."

A large amount of silver-white electric light erupted from Paulina's palm and fell onto Bouvard with a crackle. His body went numb, and even his thoughts seemed to be swallowed by the electric light, unable to use his abilities for a short time.

Franca, wearing Paulina's appearance, had already arrived within five meters and aimed the "Ring of Punishment" she had been wearing at the target.

A flash of lightning shone in her eyes, and Bouvard's body tilted slightly, falling into pain as if his soul were being torn apart, making it difficult to think for a moment.

"Mental Pierce!"

Pop!

Jenna, who had quickly run to the side of the target, grabbed the opportunity before Bouvard could recover early by relying on the "Penitent's" endurance ability, clenched her hand into a fist, and smashed it hard behind Bouvard's ear.

This liaison of the "Sinner" organization fell unconscious at once.

Before Bouvard completely lost consciousness, he saw a pair of black strapped leather shoes and heard a slightly mocking voice:

"To deal with you, I don't even need to do it myself."

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Bouvard broke free from the darkness abruptly and regained consciousness.

The first thing that reflected in his eyes was a right leg resting on his left knee and those black strapped leather shoes. Then, he saw a young man leaning back against the back of a single sofa, his palms pressing on the armrests.

Bouvard subconsciously wanted to use his abilities, but all his intentions felt like they had fallen into a quagmire, with no response.

The next second, he noticed that his feet had turned into cow hooves, and his body was wrapped in a layer of brown cowhide.

"Livestock Creation Technique"... Bouvard understood his situation instantly, then saw the young man with gold-and-black hair leisurely flipping through the gray-blue cloth bag he had originally hidden in his pocket.

This... Bouvard held his breath instinctively, hoping the other party would take out that item.

Soon, he saw the young man take out a gold coin with a face value of 5 francs, featuring a sunbird relief, from the gray-blue cloth bag.

Yes! That's it! Bouvard looked forward to what would happen next.

At the same time, he concentrated his spirit, focused his attention, and observed the other party's fortune.

This was one of the few abilities not restricted by "Livestock Creation Technique."

On Bouvard's honest bull face, his expression suddenly went blank.

He saw that the enemy had all kinds of fortunes, seeing colors layered and changing constantly!

A sharp pain suddenly passed into Bouvard's brain. He closed his eyelids instinctively, feeling viscous, hot, bloody liquid slowly flowing down from his eyeballs.

Bouvard, who felt as if he had looked directly at something he shouldn't have, had just felt his pain ease when he heard the young man say with a smile:

"Are you expecting me to take this misfortune gold coin, passively change my fortune, become unlucky, and thus allow you to escape your predicament?"

He knows "Fortune Transfer Technique"... He also knows "Livestock Creation Technique"... Does he belong to another organization that believes in Fate or... Bouvard Pomperol's mind flashed with a name:

Lu Mian Lee?

Lu Mian seemed to have sensed Bouvard's thoughts and smiled without mirth:

"I thought you had been guarding against me all along."

Bouvard's heart sank. Having no more hope, he immediately wanted to use his spirituality to vibrate the air inside the cowhide and blurrily chant that person's honorific name.

However, he soon discovered that his spirituality was near exhaustion, his spirit was very weak, and he couldn't even manage such a thing.

"If you understand your situation, you can answer my questions," Lu Mian said with a smile.

Bouvard opened his mouth subconsciously and let out a "moo."

He had an urge to communicate with the other party, but could only make cow sounds.

Jenna, dressed as a female mercenary, brought over a brass-colored mechanical typewriter and placed it in front of Bouvard.

This was Franca's suggestion:

There was no need to worry about Bouvard Pomperol being unable to answer questions after being turned into a bull by "Livestock Creation Technique." As long as he wasn't illiterate and had a certain level of intelligence, he could write answers by hitting the keys. The only flaw was that the speed wouldn't be very fast.

Seeing the small bull, which wasn't very large, sit down on its hind legs and laboriously place its two front hooves on the keys of the mechanical typewriter, Franca, who was invisible on the side and ready to stop the other party from doing anything irrational at any time, muttered silently:

Now no one really knows if it's a person or a cow typing in front of the keyboard...

Lu Mian glanced at Bouvard and asked straight to the point:

"Where is the Sanson family?"

(End of chapter)