bookbashuk Chapter 230 Is this considered flirting?
Chapter 230 Is this considered flirting?
Chapter 230 Is this considered flirting?
Leonard! You're not in Tingen, what are you doing in Backlund?!
For a fleeting moment, Klein even thought he had been dragged into a dream, or was hallucinating due to excessive tension.
He instinctively reached out and pinched himself hard.
it hurts!
Damn it! This isn't a dream!
Seeing Leonard aggressively approaching him, Klein's heart sank to the bottom.
He instinctively glanced at his conspicuous, counterfeit red gloves and uniform—it was all over. If Leonard really caught him, he'd be in deep trouble!
"What do we do? What do we do!"
"Don't move!" Leonard clearly didn't give him much time to think. He pulled out his pistol and pointed the dark muzzle at Klein.
"Hands behind your head! Crouch down!"
Under Leonard's wary gaze, the "fake red glove" seemed intimidated and behaved quite cooperatively. He didn't make any resistance movements, but simply slowly raised his hands.
"call-..-"
Just as Leonard breathed a slight sigh of relief, the "fake red glove" slightly bent his fingers and snapped them crisply!
"Snapped!"
A surging stream of flames instantly erupted from his fingertips, heading straight for Leonard's face!
this..·
Almost on instinct, Leonard suddenly twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
hateful!
Once he came to his senses, Leonard immediately raised his pistol and took aim!
Those extraordinary individuals who follow the "Sleepless" pathway in the darkness possess far sharper eyesight than other extraordinary individuals!
"Bang!"
A silver demon-hunting bullet struck the "fake red glove" in the back with perfect accuracy!
However, the expected dull thud and scream of a bullet entering flesh did not come. The "figure" that was hit was like a punctured airbag, quickly twisting and collapsing, eventually turning into a crumpled paper figure torn apart by the bullet, which floated lightly to the ground.
Damn! Leonard! You really went all out!
Klein, who had narrowly escaped the fatal blow thanks to the "paper doll substitute," was still shaken.
While the "flame stream" ignited some miscellaneous items piled up around him, he performed a "flame leap" in an attempt to completely distance himself from Leonard!
"Don't even think about running!" Leonard's angry roar immediately came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
Klein's lips twitched involuntarily.
The damage from "Flame Stream" is not high at all!
I never intended to actually hurt you! Otherwise, I would have just used an "air bullet" on you!
You're not usually this lazy, are you?!
Now, why bother holding onto your old colleague?
On the 1st, it was announced: "Recitation is prohibited here!"
Charles raised his hand and issued a broad "ban," instantly silencing a group of "midnight poets" who were about to recite poems!
A series of transparent threads quickly spread out, enveloping the affected "Night Watchers"!
"Ugh!" The night watchmen, entangled in the silk threads, let out painful groans and struggled desperately.
"Everyone, spread out! Surround them!" Soster commanded.
"There are only two of them! They can't hold out for long!"
"The night watchmen are fighting amongst themselves?"
Lorne and Hugh were both dumbfounded as they watched the church members, dressed in identical uniforms, fighting each other.
They had only recently escaped danger from that alley when they witnessed this truly astonishing scene.
"Let's get out of here quickly, before we get caught in the crossfire—" Lorne was the first to recover, lowering his voice to Hugh. Internal strife within an official organization was definitely not something wild extraordinary individuals like them should be witnessing.
"Okay." Hugh immediately nodded in agreement. The two held their breath, moved quietly, and carefully moved quickly in the opposite direction from the battlefield.
But the two had only slipped away silently a short distance when they heard chaotic footsteps and shouts coming from all directions, clearly indicating that more night watchmen were closing in on the area.
"Go that way!" Lorne's "premonition of disaster" ability frantically warned him, and he almost instinctively pointed in the direction that felt least "dangerous".
"That's over there."
Hugh looked in the direction Lorne was pointing, hesitant. That was the direction of her house.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem over there?"
Lorne didn't think that much about it; he simply followed his spiritual intuition.
"N-nothing." Hugh gritted his teeth. Escaping was the priority now, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
Thanks to Lorne's exceptionally keen spiritual senses, they managed to turn around at the last minute several times, narrowly avoiding the Night Watch team that was conducting a net search.
Unbeknownst to them, they had somehow escaped the chaotic eastern district and entered a relatively quiet neighborhood.
Looking at the empty, deserted street with only the dim yellow glow of the gas streetlights, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace.
"Um—let's leave it here." Hugh, who was following behind, suddenly spoke up, his voice slightly breathless. "Thank you for helping me again."
Lorne glanced around at his surroundings, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat subtle and unnatural. How did we end up here? I remember, Hugh and Fors's house is around here.
He immediately understood why Hugh had suddenly called a halt; if he didn't leave, Hugh wouldn't dare go back home for fear of revealing his residence.
Although he had helped her, letting a stranger with unknown background know his exact address was clearly beyond what Hugh could accept.
"Alright then," Lorne nodded readily, "However, miss, I have another question I'd like to ask you."
"What's the problem?" Hugh looked at him warily.
"Have you recently experienced that feeling of being haunted by 'evil spirits' again?" Lorne asked, feigning concern.
"What?" Hugh was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what he meant and stared wide-eyed at Lorne. "Wait! You—"
"You're the gentleman who accepted my exorcism request at that party last time!"
"You got it right, but there's no reward." Lorne smiled, admitting it quite generously. "I did a little disguise that time." He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance a bit.
"However, judging from your appearance, it seems—you're alright now."
"Um—I, I really am fine."
Being stared at so closely, Xiu felt inexplicably uncomfortable and reserved, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I'm relieved you're alright," Lorne chuckled. "Although my exorcisms don't come with after-sales service, I'm always happy to see my clients safe and sound."
He straightened up, ready to leave.
A sliver of crimson moonlight shone directly onto his face.
"Is it another full moon? The moonlight is really dazzling tonight!"
He seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, turned around, and said to Hugh in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "By the way, Miss—as a way of repaying me for helping you twice, could you tell me your name?"
Is this a mountain-building project?
Hugh's expression instantly became unnatural.
She had been approached several times at aristocratic gatherings, but those were merely normal social etiquette among nobles.
Although it's somewhat disheartening, her figure is definitely not the type that the public likes.
This is the first time I've ever been asked my name on the street late at night in such a way that it's almost like "taking advantage of someone in distress."
There wasn't such a plot in Fors's novels. In the past, she might have been able to refuse firmly, but—the other party had helped her twice, and all they wanted in return was to know her name. If she didn't tell them, wouldn't it be a bit harsh? "I—my name—" Hugh's cheeks turned even redder, and her lips pursed, as if she was having a fierce internal struggle.
However, before Hugh could even finish saying his name, the relaxed and playful expression on Lorne's face vanished instantly. He stretched out his hand, pointed to a seemingly ordinary house not far away, and said in a very serious tone:
"There are very unusual spiritual reactions in that house!"
"Something seems to have happened!"
Hugh looked in the direction he pointed.
That...that's my home!
Could it be that Fors is in danger?!