Crookstown Store Street, where the watch store that had been closed for most of the year reopened and hung a banner with a full discount.
Eleazar, who took on the commission, didn't rush to deal with it first, but instead went home and sold the watch on clearance.
The store was packed and discounted items attracted many customers.
Eleazar, sitting at the counter, reads a newspaper while collecting money.
It was a newspaper from the last few days that carried, in an inconspicuous place on the margins, a rich man's call for private detectives.
Eleazar, of course, doesn't trust people that easily, and he's going to verify the commission's authenticity in his way.
And content, don't listen to people say it's just a corpse baby, only to find out it's a corpse demon when you run over to take a look, that's a lot of fun!
Although the two were only a difference of one word, the difficulty was a world of difference, and he would even die if he got it wrong!
Eleazar looked carefully through the newspaper.
Regal's collection hasn't been withdrawn yet, but the content has subtly changed since yesterday.
I'm looking for a skilled exorcist, witch, psychic, or anything else that can solve the murderous spirit of the house, and I'll pay you a lot!
What does this rich man think the transcendentalists are, and skilled in business?
And if it was a murderous spirit, then the family would have been dead long ago, and they'd still be publishing some kind of tidbit of information that the newspaper would help them make headlines for free.
Eleazar guaranteed that the church would send someone over to check it out immediately if they saw such a message.
But Crowe was only a frontier town, and thankfully a remote town, so that gave him a buffer.
There doesn't seem to be much time left for him to deal with it.
If the commission is settled by someone else, does he have to refund the money?
Refund?
Give back the flame flower?
No, never!
Eleazar looks up at the customers in the store slowly folds the newspaper and puts it in a drawer.
Patiently, he stayed open until late in the evening, waiting for the customers to be pretty much gone before he packed up and closed the door, grabbing a quick bite to eat before stepping out into the dim light of day.
The rich man lived far from the shopping street, and by the time he walked to his destination, he feared it would be dark.
But he just deliberately chose this point in time to go over there, so there was no hurry at all in walking.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and soon, only the lonely streetlights remained for company.
Eleazar stops abruptly and looks up at the sky.
"Today... Is it a full moon?"
The full moon, significant in the occult, means that all dark things, tonight, are increased, even promoted...
Dark creatures can also be upgraded, the most notable examples being ghostly spirits and corpse-eating creatures, which instinctively usher in promotions on the night of the full moon after completing their obsessions and feeding on large amounts of flesh and blood, and even merge to cross over into a different species if the two still happen to coincide.
To prevent that corpse-baby from gaining the power of patricide early, Eleazar only quickened his pace to Garden Street.
This is the living area of the rich, with clean, well-lit roads, brightly colored bonsai plantings of all kinds along the way, and the Opera House lit up in the distance.
Cars are driving down the road, store windows are brightly lit on both sides of the road, people are shopping and walking their dogs, and down-and-out musicians are selling their art on the street.
This place has the beginnings of developing into a night market.
Eleazar looked around, recognizing the street signs, and blended into an upscale villa neighborhood.
This side is slightly more guarded, with security guards patrolling with dogs on leads.
Mixed with the night, he was invisible to the human eye, but the dogs found him and kept barking furiously.
Squeezing a bottle of glitter, Eleazar, hiding in the shadows, is a bit helpless.
That's why he doesn't like these keen animals.
After a few thrilling detours around the waves of security guards who came over with their dogs to check out the anomaly, Eleazar, who had saved his spell-casting materials, finally felt his way under a tall fence.
22 Heisenberg, Owner: Slenger, a famous local entrepreneur and tycoon who owns a paper mill in the suburbs and whose house is recently haunted.
This is information that was publicized in the newspapers.
And that mysterious druid gave information that the rich man was being haunted by a monster called a corpse baby.
Identifying the door plate, Eleazar tilted his head to look at the nearly 3-meter-high fence.
Slightly bending his body, his legs fired, and then his figure rose up and easily flipped in.
With gardens, fountains, several-story villas lit up with lights, and a pool in the backyard, there is luxury everywhere.
Eleazar switched on his senses and scanned the courtyard, finding a large tree at random, climbing it, and finding a comfortable place to sit, closing his eyes and meditating.
Since it's not yet late at night, the main characters haven't made their debut yet.
In a serene and calm perception, commotion from all parts of the villa reached his ears as his brain slowly analyzed the scene.
With the clash of metal knives and forks, the clinking of glasses, and the aroma of well-cooked food, Eleazar slowly opened his eyes again.
Are they throwing a party?
Didn't you say it was haunted?
Eleazar looked over at the villa suspiciously, a bit confused as to what the mansion's owner had in mind.
As time went on, the lights outside began to fade.
The moon was slowly slanting, and late night fell...
And the villa was still brightly lit, seemingly ready to be bustling with activity until dawn.
"So naive."
Eleazar, who meditated with his eyes closed, thought silently.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the lights in the mansion suddenly flickered and wavered, just like the rumored haunted phenomenon, with the light flickering on and off, and the rapidly flickering images leaving a creepy scene in people's vision.
A bloodstained baby dragging an umbilical cord, with a large head and small body, and dark eyes, crawls to the ceiling in a flickering scene.
"Clang!" The chandelier crashed down.
There was screaming in the living room, chairs falling over, plates and bowls and knives and forks and whatnot all knocked over.
But luckily, the horrific view didn't last long before the power tripped.
In the villa, which was completely plunged into total darkness, people were in shock, cowering under the table and shivering as they looked around, when suddenly, the cry of a baby rang out, a mournful cry that hit their eardrums and startled their scalps, and outside the corridor, there was a clattering, rapid crawling sound, as well as the sound of miscellaneous objects crashing to the ground as they knocked over vases and potted plants.
"Boom!" A crimson flame shattered the glass of the corridor, searing heat radiating.
"The evil spirits have been dispelled by me, so there's no need to panic!" A feigned weak voice rang out.
Eleazar opened his eyes with it and turned his head, raising an eyebrow.
There are no mystical energies, it's a purely physicochemical phenomenon.
Thought I had stumbled upon a kindred spirit, but didn't think it was just a scammer.
The corpse babies certainly wouldn't be wiped out by such a blustery flame, but it was true that they were temporarily frightened away, and it was estimated that they wouldn't make a comeback until tomorrow night.
That's right, loaded to the hilt by this liar.
Listening to the shouts of surprise coming from the mansion, Eleazar mused silently.
With the addition of the full moon, the corpse babies became very active, and it was almost time for the big kill.