Lord of the Silver Crow

"Captain, 7174 has stopped."

Outside Dawls Manor, when other police officers circled the mechanical beast that was continuously pouring white steam, and warned the approaching people to leave, one stepped on black boots and approached the captain and reported to the captain who patrolled in a different direction from the mechanical beast.

"Where did you stop? Go."

After the man with the brass prosthetic eye put on the blindfold, he moved with the team member.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a dilapidated door.

"inside?"

Without any extra words, he untied the sleeves of the trench coat.

His windbreaker is a little different from others. The entire right arm of his windbreaker is buckled in the form of a concealed button. After a few soft noises, the right sleeve of his windbreaker was untied, revealing the entire right arm. arm--

A robotic arm composed of copper-yellow metal parts.

Pipes, gears, pistons, all kinds of mechanical transmission parts are located in every corner of the arm.

After he untied his sleeves, he also took off the leather glove on his right hand, exposing the palm of the copper and yellow metal combination.

Slightly lifted the little thumb of his right hand and clasped it on the inside of the metal palm. After a slight sound, his palm, which looked the same size as an ordinary person, sprayed as the gears and transmission components moved, while the piston on the arm was running. A little white steam came out.

The red color representing high temperature accumulates on the inside of the arm.

At the same time, almost when he just unzipped his sleeves, several rat-shaped mechanical beasts that stayed not far from him crawled back to his side, climbed onto his hands, and were on his side. The arm was split on its own and merged into his robotic arm.

Although there were a lot of movements, all this happened in less than five seconds.

The mechanical arm opened and closed slightly. In the increasing steam, the captain walked to the door and walked to the dog-shaped mechanical beast called the "7174 Construct".

After seeing the other team members gradually close together and signaled that they had surrounded the exits around the house, he rushed forward with his right arm, using the sturdy mechanical arm as a hammer, and smashed open the dilapidated wooden door.

When he entered the gate, the steam-mechanical creatures crawling on the inside of his clothes and on his back were observing all directions while the gears were turning to alert him.

but......

The expected ambush attack did not happen.

Under the situation of being surrounded, the scene of desperately trying to escape did not happen.

Very quiet.

With his brows slightly frowned, he looked at the surrounding machinery in his windbreaker and pockets, as if he had received some order. Amid the sound of gears, he climbed down from him, combined into a mouse-like form, and crawled out in all directions.

In the vigilance of him and other team members outside the house, the search was over.

No one.

There is no one in this house.

With doubts, he walked out of the room, and after shook his head to the team members, he looked at the "7174" construct, the dog-shaped mechanical beast. At this moment, there was no movement.

It is not that the final location of the person who left the "trace" has been found.

But when the trace reached here, it was broken.

This means...

The "trace" is gone.

how can that be?

The steam church's understanding of the "dusk" approach is beyond the reach of other churches.

The "trace" that the forest ranger can see is the "trace" that will be left as long as it affects the material world.

Just like the footprints left in the mud, as long as you step on it, there will be traces left.

Although traces can be covered and disturbed, such traces can only be seen at dusk.

If you can't see it, if you can't detect it, how can you erase the traces in a targeted manner?

However, there are other means...

Phantom World.

As long as you can step into the phantom realm and leave the physical realm, you can avoid leaving traces...

Recalling the knowledge about the "trace", the captain's mechanical right arm also slowly cooled down.

The hot red metal, which represents high temperature, gradually returned to copper yellow.

"Without leaving a trace, the opponent may have escaped through the Phantom Realm."

After spitting out these words, he was a little unwilling to say to Coleman, who was standing not far away:

"Notify the people in the evening church of this news and let them track it down."

"Yes! Captain!"

Coleman tensed his body and replied, but then he seemed to remember something and said:

"Captain Doug, when in the manor, an Extraordinary person disguised as a person in a photo studio, used the power of a'fraudster', and took a newly found dagger from my hand."

Hearing these words, the man called Doug frowned:

"The fraudster?"

"Yes, I can be sure that I have been affected by the spiritual level."

After Coleman answered, the other person also nodded in confirmation.

"The fraudster... is it a mystery or an ability?"

Captain Doug pressed a question.

"I didn't see what he took out, I think it should be his own ability. Then he took the dagger..."

After Coleman took the opponent away again, he changed his appearance while passing through the hedge wall and informed Captain Doug.

Change appearance...informer? Performer? Or the magic of a magician?

"...Well, I see, put all this into intelligence, and tell the evening church together."

Hearing this, Coleman was taken aback, what should I tell the evening church?

Although he hasn't spoken yet, Doug sees him and knows what he means, and his tone is serious and serious:

"This time the situation is quite dangerous. It involves the entire city of Di Lude. Now is not the time for us to fight internally..."

......

In the evening.

"Oh...Although the people in the team are all quirks and obsessed with steel and machinery, they are still logically organized..."

After the negotiations with the people of the evening church were completed, Coleman walked to the horse station and prepared to return to the stronghold of the Steam Church. However, at this time, in front of the stop sign, several workers were standing there, reading a piece together. newspaper.

Originally, Coleman didn't have much interest, after all, he saw more of such a scene.

However, after hearing what several people were talking about, he changed his mind and leaned forward.

"He is like a crow, appearing silently in front of you."

"The people who encountered him were speechless."

"Before the opponent pulls out the revolver, he will stuff the barrel of the revolver into the rich businessman's throat, let the other party put down the weapon obediently, and tell where the money and jewelry are hidden."

"Oh, a fierce thief, this is a robber!"

"But he doesn't want money, but searches for some strange things, sometimes books, sometimes pocket watches, sometimes walking sticks, or a top hat?"

"Hey, why is he so weird? What's the use of grabbing these?"

"I don't know, that's how it is written in the newspaper."