Chapter 1795

Regarding the multiple versions of "The Bell Tower Lover," Xia De had already learned a lot from Dorothy and Leixiya during their weekly Saturday studies. The repertoire performed by the "Golden Dawn Opera Troupe" this time was closer to the original version of this fairy tale recorded in ancient documents unearthed in the Fifth Era.

Most of the original versions of fairy tales had nothing to do with descriptions like "innocent and kind." On the contrary, they were extremely realistic and even carried some horror elements. It was probably thought that young witches in the Fifth Era needed to be exposed to such stories from an early age.

Such stories were not suitable for children in the current Sixth Era, but they were indeed very suitable for adults.

In the darkened box, when Xia De and the blonde princess were being intimate, the grand performance downstairs had already drawn waves of applause. The reputation of the "Golden Dawn Opera Troupe" was not just supported by Miss Beiya, who had not performed on stage for many years. When Xia De embraced Margaret, pondering this ancient fairy tale, he was truly moved that every great witch, besides her own power, must also have other outstanding qualities.

"Holding up white snow on the top of the snowy mountain, watching the sun in the depths of the desert."

"If you can meet us, dear girl~~"

"Please call our names softly, please ask your doubts."

"In the flower bushes where lilies bloom, or, in the place where sunflowers face west."

Margaret didn't care about the performance downstairs, but hugged Xia De's neck and hummed the witches' ballad softly. Seeing Xia De looking at her, she smiled and said to him:

"Such days are truly wonderful. Why aren't you running a detective agency in Wilndale?"

"From my experience, wherever I go, big things will happen. Wilndale people won't welcome me."

Xia De said cautiously, then lowered his head and gave the squinting Princess another kiss, and the latter became even happier:

"My decision was indeed correct. Becoming a witch apprentice is what I wanted. I can get..."

Her white teeth bit her lower lip, and her eyes were probably level with Xia De's nose, so she had to speak from a bottom-up angle:

"Everything. Xia De, come to Wilndale City as soon as possible. I have given you a promise; as long as you see me in Wilndale, I will definitely give you a gift."

Saying this, she wrapped her arms around Xia De's neck, wanting to change her sitting posture, but suddenly saw Xia De turn his head to look outside the door:

"Footsteps... many heartbeats, quite a few people have come, and the heartbeats are very fast."

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door was knocked from the outside, and the knocking was quite urgent:

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"What's going on?"

Margaret then stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt, confirmed that the clothing on her upper body was worn neatly, and finally brushed the long hair on her shoulders behind her back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the flush on her face fade, activated the miracle "Calm Mind," and only then opened the door.

Outside the door, besides her maids, there were several royal attendants who were originally at the stairwell. Besides those who were already here, among the strangers, Margaret recognized the police chief of Mikaela Furnace City, whom she had only seen twice, and the agents of the Grey Gloves who were protecting her in secret. Margaret looked directly at the tall and thin man among them, who had an ordinary appearance but was the leader of this special action team:

"Your Highness, a shooting occurred in the alley on the north side of the opera house. It was a silenced shot, at least twenty minutes ago. The deceased was a cleaner at the theater, and their clothes were stolen. We suspect... at least three gunmen have entered here."

Margaret's face sank. She only opened the box door a crack to ensure that people outside could not see the sofa due to the angle. She looked back at this moment and did not see Xia De, but only saw a silver cat standing on the back of the sofa, looking at her with spirited silver eyes.

Although she had not seen Xia De's transformation art with her own eyes, she had heard about it from Miss Sylvia—the latter had heard it from Audrey Edwards. Therefore, she immediately understood Xia De's meaning and said to the nervous people outside the door:

"No need to panic. I need to leave now, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness. I am very sorry to disturb your mood, but according to our security regulations, you had better leave here now. Your Highness, the carriage is already prepared, and the street is very quiet now."

The tall and thin man said. Margaret made a sighing appearance, but still said helplessly:

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. But wait a moment, I need to pack some things."

"Okay, Your Highness. For safety, please be quick."

No one asked what Margaret was packing in the opera house box, and after the Princess called her two personal maids in, she let them clean up the traces on the sofa, while she herself put away Xia De's relic, then picked up the silver cat and placed it on her shoulder. Xia De released an illusion to hide himself. The spellcasting ability in cat form was weakened quite a bit, but fortunately, the cat's volume was smaller, so it was very easy to keep others from seeing himself.

After getting ready, Margaret left the box and, under the nervous guard of a crowd, came to the side door of the opera house through the hidden staircase on the side. The guards who had already gone downstairs in advance were guarding two carriages parked in the alley outside the side door.

Surrounded by a crowd, Margaret and her two maids boarded the first carriage, and among the remaining maids, two boarded the carriage behind. The two carriages drove out of the alley one after another, but drove in different directions.

Among them, the carriage carrying Margaret drove east along the Glass Bottle Avenue in front of the "Glass Bottle Opera House" in the silent night. But after only five or six minutes, it suddenly drove into an alley on the side.

That alley had been specially widened to facilitate the passage of water trucks from the City Hall Fire Department, so it was not narrow at all when the carriage drove in.

The street and the alley were indeed very quiet, with a gas street lamp every few hundred meters in the alley, but before the people in the carriage could react, the coachman suddenly jumped off the carriage in the lightless area between two lamps.

He rolled nimbly on the ground and picked up a pistol that had been placed in a trash can in advance. The horses were still moving forward, and in front of the alley, dozens of people emerged together from roofs, behind piles of trash, and even from sewer openings. Under the cover of the night, they pulled the triggers at the carriage that was still rushing forward due to inertia.

Because every gun was equipped with a silencer, and they were pistols specially selected for their low kinetic energy, the continuous gunfire did not disturb this silent night. The flashes of light lit up one by one and then disappeared, and the muffled sounds made everyone watching this scene feel increasingly heavy in their hearts.

The carriage that royal family members were supposed to ride in should have been all-metal, and the carriage body should also have been metal, but this time the carriage was made of wood. Holes were punched into the wooden walls, and after the first round of shooting ended, the alley was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The assassins skillfully changed magazines, preparing for the second round of attack, but at this moment, a harsh creaking sound rang out in the silent alley, and everyone saw the carriage door pushed open. Inside the carriage, where there should have been only the Princess and two maids, a man actually walked out:

"Where did you find this broken carriage? The metal axle of the carriage door could even be used as a tetanus infection weapon."

Xia De said with a frown, jumping off the carriage. He opened his tightly clenched right hand, letting the metal bullets fall to the ground with a clatter. The speed of the bullets passing through the wooden walls of the carriage was truly very slow.

Looking around, even though there was no light around, his eyes still clearly saw the positions of all the gunmen and confirmed that everyone present was an ordinary person.

The gunmen did not speak. Suddenly, the coachman next to the trash can pulled the trigger at his head. Xia De didn't even turn his head, quickly raising his right hand and clenching it in front of his shoulder.

He maintained this posture, then turned his head to look inquiringly at the coachman who couldn't believe the scene before him, and then opened his palm.

Although this alley, which had been specially selected, was lightless, somehow, the gunmen could still see something shaped like a bullet lying in the young man's palm. As the palm tilted, the thing fell to the ground, colliding with the bullets just now, making a clinking sound.

This was the first time Xia De had used his hand to catch a bullet. The thinking of an outsider made him think this was a very difficult thing, but when he actually did it, he found it very simple. With his current physical fitness, the flight trajectory of this small-caliber pistol bullet was seen quite clearly, and the difficulty of catching a bullet that couldn't turn was much easier than catching a lively Mia.

"That's why it's said that only low-ring sorcerers still have to fear weapons in the hands of ordinary people."

He thought in his heart, and the pitch-black chain in his sleeve fell to the ground—

Whoosh!

After raising his hand again, the sound of the chain breaking through the air exploded in the alley. But the chain was quickly retracted by Xia De. He turned and leaned his head to speak to Margaret in the carriage. Behind him, the trash can, the standing metal pipes, and the cabinet thrown on the side of the road were neatly split in two, and the bodies of the twelve living people hiding in every corner of the alley were quickly covered by pink crystals. After their whole bodies turned into pink crystal clusters, they exploded into crystal fragments one after another. And the crystal fragments also quickly disappeared from the ground without a sound.

"Solved. But how to explain this matter? Does the Church know you are a student of the Sexes Higher Medical College? You should have this tacit understanding."

Xia De asked Margaret in the carriage, while the two maids beside her had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Don't worry about this. You deal with the corpses, and how to explain it is my own business."

The Princess said, and then they heard a slight explosion behind them together. Turning around, they saw a rotating black-gold vortex appear out of thin air in the alley, and Miss Sylvia, Miss Beiya, and Megan, three great witches wearing high heels, walked out together.