Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 854: After the modification: Vines and Witch

Chapter 854: After the modification -854 Vines and Witch

“You men…”

Miss Marsha suddenly laughed, then stood up from the sofa:

“Today, my luck is really bad.”

“Miss Marsha, don’t worry. Once the Grey Glove finds the real culprit among the three of you, you can leave safely.”

Colonel Wood, the only one present who didn’t know the real murderer, said as he moved closer to Miss Marsha. He didn’t seem to think that the flamboyantly dressed woman in front of him was the poisoner.

“No, when I say bad luck, I don’t mean being forcibly identified as the killer.”

The woman crossed her left arm in front of her chest, supporting her right elbow with her right hand up near her ear. She looked at the Colonel with coquettish eyes:

“I’m saying that I didn’t expect Princess Margaret Anjou to appear here, and Earl Sachia just happened to die right in front of her. If it weren’t for such unfortunate events, I wouldn’t have been forcibly detained by you people.”

Colonel Wood just smiled without replying. Miss Marsha glanced at the leather gun holster on his waist and continued:

“That explains why, according to the plan, there was no way you could find evidence I poisoned him. But now, because of Margaret Anjou’s arrival, you’ve skipped the evidence and directly identified me as the killer. That’s truly bad luck. Who could have predicted this when making the plan?”

“What, you…”

Colonel Wood was startled and about to say something when Miss Marsha casually waved her right hand in front of him. The captain of the Royal Guard immediately collapsed to the ground in a faint. The alchemical ring on her finger must have a fainting effect on ordinary people.

At the moment the Colonel fell, she expertly grabbed Mr. Wood’s gun holster, pulled out the gun, and aimed it at the two men standing near the door.

“Don’t shoot!”

Shard and Mr. Benhart immediately raised their hands in sync, standing shoulder to shoulder and watching her:

“Miss Marsha, was it really you?!”

Mr. Benhart asked in a ‘shocked’ tone.

“Yes, even though there were no flaws, and ordinary people couldn’t detect the toxin, this ridiculous reason still got in the way…”

Although the woman still had a smiling face, her tone was full of resentment:

“Gentlemen, don’t make me see any small moves from you. Once I leave, you’ll be safe.”

“No, you definitely don’t dare to shoot.”

Shard said in broken Casenric:

“Colonel Wood’s .46 modified eight-style pistol, without a silencer, one shot’s sound could alarm an entire building. Right now, there are not only Royal Guards outside but also other attendants and servants from the Princess’s manor. If you dare to shoot, you won’t be able to get away today.”

“Are you deliberately trying to provoke me, Mr. Draleon?”

Miss Marsha’s smile vanished as she softly asked, switching the gun to her left hand and aiming at Shard while walking towards them:

“If I recall correctly, it was you who suggested I was the culprit. You people who habitually frame ordinary people with authority really deserve to die.”

As she spoke, she suddenly waved her ring at Shard. He was stunned, then collapsed still on the ground.

Mr. Benhart, who still had his hands up, widened his mouth in surprise at Shard on the ground and then spoke to Miss Marsha:

“What kind of trick is that? A magic trick?”

Miss Marsha didn’t even bother to reply, waving her ring at the Viscount as well, causing Mr. Benhart to collapse too. He fell skillfully, not pressing on Shard beside him.

Kicking Mr. Benhart, Miss Marsha carefully touched her ring:

“The crack is so big, I can only use it two more times.”

She then walked to the window, opened it, and looked down into the Trash Alley behind the White King Club. Taking a glance below, she pulled out her compact from her pocket, opened it, and placed it on the windowsill. Then, she opened the wardrobe in the corner, pulled out a few clothes, and walked into the private washroom, locking the door behind her.

The moment Shard and Mr. Benhart hit the ground, they opened their eyes. Shard threw the Silence Charm given by Iluna onto the ground and then got up with Mr. Benhart:

“No matter why she murdered the Earl, it’s nothing to do with us. Next, we’ll continue to pretend to be unconscious. After she leaves, we’ll shout and wake up the Colonel.”

Shard suggested, and Mr. Benhart immediately nodded:

“In a moment, I’ll use my talent to enter Colonel Wood’s dream, stabilize his mind affected by the ring, and then alter his memory to fixate on the woman in the washroom, ensuring we aren’t implicated.”

Shard nodded, signaling Mr. Benhart to lay back down with him. But before he could speak, his expression suddenly changed:

“Damn?”

“What’s wrong?”

The Vampire Kind was puzzled:

“The other party is just an ordinary person with some alchemical items, what’s the big deal?”

Then he saw Shard clutch his pendant, looking at the door with a face full of terror:

“My badge is heating up, there’s someone nearby…”

“Watch out!”

Mr. Benhart pushed Shard aside vigorously. The next moment, a green vine, like an arrow, shot through the window, piercing the wall where Shard had just stood.

“Who is it?”

Both of them looked towards the window, only to see dense green vines stretching through it, pulling up a short, bald, scarred man from outside.

Over his black coat, he wore a brown wool vest, and around his neck hung a necklace of bone pieces. His right wrist was tied with tree vines. After climbing over the windowsill, he picked up the metal rouge box, then removed his hat, revealing blue tattoos on his bald head. He frowned at Shard and Mr. Benhart:

“Marsha signaled me to help her escape, and it’s because of you two?”

His Casenric General Language was odd, heavy with an accent, unlike someone from a big city.

“Inner Ring, Five-Ring or Six-Ring.”

A voice softly reminded Shard. Shard still clutched the increasingly hot pendant with his left hand, while Mr. Benhart frowned and sized up the stranger, especially the strange tattoos on his bald head:

“You… from the Pantanal Voodoo Society? You dare to murder an ordinary Earl? Do you think the Inquisition doesn’t exist?”

“Since you’ve seen, then…”

Before the short, bald man could finish, Shard interrupted him:

“I have a proposal. Although there’s a Silence Charm here, let’s try to fight quietly, shall we? Preferably without using arcane techniques or sorcery, just hand-to-hand combat… or better yet, even without that…”

The Five-Ring Sorcerer’s Ring of Fate appeared, the Desecration Spirit Rune [Vine] glowed with spiritual light, as vines seemingly grew out of the bald man’s body and struck at Shard. Shard immediately dispersed into a swarm of butterflies, letting the vines weave through them. The vines then snaked towards Mr. Benhart, who grabbed them with his hand, only for them to bind his wrist.

“Keep your voices down!”

Shard again lowered his voice, stressing, as he dripped some Wind Vane Bluegrass Extract on his tongue, then stepped directly to the bald man’s side:

“Keep your voices down!”

The two-handed greatsword fell silently, its brilliant moonlight seemingly cutting through space itself. But in the end, it cut only a few vines, as the bald man swapped places with the vine entangled Mr. Benhart at the last instant before impact.

“No matter who you are, since you know the truth, you must die!”

The bald man shouted, punching at Mr. Benhart, only for the Vampire Viscount of the Seventh Ring to catch his wrist and slam him to the ground.

“Spatial Stabilization Aura!”

Shard stomped the ground with his left foot, preventing the opponent from swapping places with the vines again, then swung his sword again:

“I told you to keep it quiet, didn’t you hear?”

The Moonlight Greatsword successfully struck the man’s shoulder, but instead of slicing it off, it revealed green tree vines writhing underneath. As the vines burst through the skin, they lashed out like giant worms, spraying corrosive toxic fluid, forcing Shard and Mr. Benhart to retreat. The vines took the chance to gather at the door, re-forming into the bald man five meters away.

“Pantanal Voodoo Society’s Poison Ivy Magis!”

Mr. Benhart finally recognized him and whispered to Shard:

“The Church of Nature has a 3000-pound bounty on his head.”

“Forget the bounty for now.”

Shard anxiously said, glancing fearfully at the door behind the bald man:

“I told you to keep it quiet, now look…”

The doorknob turned, and as the metal part inside the door made a sound, the tightly shut door was pushed open.

A young lady with short black hair walked in, dressed in a red gown adorned with gemstone eye-shaped decorations. High heels clicked on the floor, making a pleasant sound, the gown swaying with her steps, accentuating her tall figure. Though her brows were slightly furrowed, it did not detract from her extraordinary beauty, nor the sharpness in her eyes.

She appeared to be about twenty, her fair face breath-taking. If the beauty of Princess Margaret Anjou, whom they had met earlier, was almost unparalleled, this woman who closed the door behind her was undoubtedly unmatched.

Miss Emma Sylvia, the Grand Witch occupying the thirteenth seat of the Witch Council, unexpectedly appeared before the Outlander on this unexpected early winter afternoon. The vineyards of the Southern Nation Wine Capital no longer bore the allure of midsummer, just like Shard’s heart, now enveloped in a bone-chilling coldness.