"What about that!"
Hearing him say that there was a holy light spell in front of him, the witch's tone instantly became a bit tense.
Eleazar gripped her hand tightly and said with immense composure, "Don't panic, there's no use in panicking, don't show any abnormalities for now."
If he wasn't capable of it, he might actually run headlong into it.
This holy light boundary that had been laid at some unknown time was invisible to the vast majority of Transcendents, and the spell fluctuations were extremely stealthy, so perhaps one could only find a little something wrong when they got closer.
If the two of them showed any abnormality too early, they would surely be discovered by the acolytes.
Eleazar slowed his pace, glancing at the street entrance a few hundred meters away, his eyes constantly scanning to either side.
Luckily, seeing a bar that was still open, he hurriedly just walked in with the witch.
Ordering two drinks, they both sat down at a corner table and looked out the window.
Evelea asked, "How long are we going to hide here?"
Eleazar sighs helplessly, "I don't know..."
How long this prison of holy light will last depends on how seriously the Church takes this incident.
But the attention shouldn't be low, that damn clown, even used a sniper rifle in order to snipe from a distance, no wonder the officials even sent in a task force.
Bodies sniped, but mysteriously disappeared, buildings full of traps, exploding rooms, unknown transcendent battles, if they really had to wait for someone to finish investigating all these things before removing the Holy Light Boundary, then they might have to spend the night in this street, and probably still for days!
"I hope there are good people..." Eleazar thought silently.
Hopefully, there would be other transcendents in these streets who would throw themselves in the net for them.
After waiting for ten minutes, the witch who was not willing to have her date broken just like that looked up.
"No, I need to divine today's fortune!"
"You stop, be careful of being noticed."
Evelea bristled, "I wouldn't!"
After that, she ran off to the restroom, intending to sit on the toilet and perform cryptic divination.
Eleazar held his forehead breathlessly and sighed, taking another sip from his glass.
At that moment, the TV set in the bar was showing the Chronicle Channel report:
"According to police reports, there is a new development in the Blythe Street case, the suspect is suspected to be a Loran agent, who has undergone severe training in close combat, and whose jumping ability, running ability, and nerve reaction speeds are far above those of normal people... Let's once again observe a moment of silence in honor of the six brave officers who died in the line of duty..."
"Uh..."
Eleazar held the mouthful of spirits in thought for a long moment before swallowing slowly.
In a way, that clown is indeed an exotic agent.
Loran's Transcendental Organization, carrying prohibited weapons, on a special mission.
"When did I mess with an organization like this?"
Eleazar's brow furrowed.
He was incredibly sure that he hadn't said anything about his identity to anyone, but judging from the harsh words that the clown had put down before he died, it was clear that he had already offended that organization.
"All the people around you died?"
"That means they planned the car accident the other day, too?"
Eleazar's gaze plummeted cold and he began to carefully recall all the events that had befallen him since he became a Transcendent.
Thinking about it, he realized that only the female Wraith Envoy from the train fit the bill the best.
"A magical beast envoy? Beast tamer?"
"Circus sequence? Clowns?"
Eleazar sank his gaze into thought, and when the drooping witch returned, he asked, "Do you know any of the transcendent forces on the Loran side?"
Evelea thought for a moment, "Know a little."
"Is there any famous circus organization over there?"
"Hmm... Recognize two of them, but their fighting style wouldn't be like this, what did you find out?"
"That killer today was a circus sequencer: a clown, and then I've slaughtered a tamer before, and I suspect he's back for revenge, and I may have offended a transcendental organization."
Evelea held her chin, "That would be it, you killed an important member of the other side and were marked by some power."
Then she bristled, "It's your fault we can't go out."
With a helpless sigh, Eleazar probed again at the knot of holy light that showed no sign of being withdrawn at all.
"Do you really want to get out that badly?"
"I don't care, I'm going out today!"
Evelea howled.
People in the bar, turning their heads to look over.
Eleazar held his forehead helplessly, "Didn't you just go to Divination, and what was the result?"
"The Great Foul! Wooooooo..."
Well, then it looks like there's very little hope they'll make it back today.
Eleazar raises his glass again and takes a sip, letting out a long exhale before setting it down.
"Go."
Evelea blushed and hastily asked in a pressed voice, "Do you have a way out?"
"First things first, I can't resist holy burns, I smoke at the touch and can't hide them at all."
Did this guy's magic potion ritual have to be so risky to run back to the Holy Land to perform it?
Eleazar lets out a melancholy sigh and stands up.
"Definitely not going through the spell zone, and I'm not sure I can hold back the holy light."
He then led the witch out the back door of the bar and into the extremely flavorful back alley.
Evelea covered her nose and followed him every inch of the way.
Eleazar looked back at her, "Bear with me, the smell later is worse than here."
Evelea's eyes bugged out, and she had a vague bad feeling.
"Could it be..."
And Eleazar has lifted the sewer manhole cover.
"If you want to go out and play in the midst of great evil fortune, be prepared to suffer."
Evelea gritted her teeth, "I'm not afraid!"
When she finished, she jumped onto Eleazar's back as soon as she could, burying her face dead in the back of her neck.
"Let's go~"
"Hey!"
Though one person has to stand up and take it all, why me?
Eleazar jumps indignantly into the sewer, then scatters the icicles holding up the manhole cover.
In order not to be discovered by the acolytes above them, they didn't dare to use any of their transcendent power at all, and just forcibly endured the stench for who knows how long as they traversed the complicated city sewers.
An hour later, the witch who was all on the verge of passing out hammered him repeatedly on the shoulder.
Eleazar listened carefully for movement above him, and when he had managed to find a quiet manhole cover, he struggled to climb up, propped himself up on an icicle, and poked his head out.
Or a quiet, deserted alley.
After making sure it was safe, the witch rolled and jumped up from his back.
Eleazar jumped up as well, and had just gotten to his feet when a huge water balloon came crashing down over his head.
"Hey!"
"Wash up!"
The ball of water that encased the body swirled in an amazing vortex, like a storming washing machine.
The two ended up standing wet in the alley.
The smell of the body did rinse off completely, but neither of them knew fire spells and there was no way to dry the moisture out of their clothes.
"Why don't we drill wood for fire~"