The warden who guards the witches.

Starring in the film

Two days later, at night.

　　Aiden stood on the clock tower in the old town, looking down at the abandoned docks below.

　　"That white-roofed bungalow is Polpo's office, where he stays every Saturday night to handle the accounts turned in from his turf." Veronica stood beside him and raised her hand to show him, "As informed by his informant, he's there now, and there's about a dozen people in and out of the firm ......"

　　"The villain and supporting cast are already in place." Aiden nodded and handed his cane to Veronica, "It's time for the main actor to take his turn."

　　Unlike in the past, today he wasn't wearing his uniform, instead he had changed into a night outfit, and had covered his entire body with a wide hooded cloak.

　　"Is it really okay?" Veronica said with no small amount of concern.

　　"Honestly, I'm not entirely sure if things will work out, but at least I can still keep myself safe. There's no need to worry, Daley is there to help keep an eye on the scene." Aiden shook the cat's eye stone ring on his hand, "If there's a situation, she'll relay it to you through the Enchantress, and you'll swoop in with the Mounted Police then."

　　"Understood." Veronica nodded.

　　"There's still a bit of make-up to be applied before you make your entrance."

　　As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Aiden began to use his flesh modification abilities.

　　Tingling sensations flowed throughout his body as his body rapidly shrunk down, his height soon dropping to just Veronica's chest.

　　His limbs shrunk proportionally, and his body gradually became slender, but his face became slightly rounder, not as thin as the original.

　　In just a few seconds, he transformed himself into a child who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with only a few resemblances of the original remaining.

　　After many times of practice, he was already able to use this supernatural ability relatively skilfully.

　　But for the time being, he still confirmed it with Veronica first, "How's it? There shouldn't be anything broken, right?"

　　Not only his appearance, even his voice had become consistent with the age corresponding to his appearance, unlike his original deep voice.

　　Veronica looked at Aiden in a daze, then silently gave a thumbs up.

　　"Veronica?" Aiden was a little puzzled by her reaction.

　　"Ah sorry sorry." Veronica snapped back to her senses and hurriedly pulled her hand back, smiling awkwardly, "I thought the transformation was perfect!"

　　"That's good." Aiden faintly returned.

　　This girl ...... shouldn't be a shoujo control, right?

　　"I'll go over, you watch over here." Aiden took the mask and lamp hanging on the side and quickly walked down the clock tower.

　　At the abandoned dock, in front of the Polpo Office, two watchmen were chatting idly.

　　At that moment, one of them caught a glimpse of the lights approaching over.

　　"Hey, someone's coming over." He immediately raised his voice to alert his companion.

　　"Who is it? I didn't hear the boss say there were guests." The other said suspiciously.

　　Although they had detected the uninvited guest, both of them did not have any sense of crisis because the one who came this way was only a single person, and his figure looked a bit short.

　　When the person holding the lamp approached slowly, the two subconsciously glanced at each other, and both read from each other's eyes a few points of surprise - this "guest" height is less than their chest, either a child, or a dwarf.

　　What was even more bizarre was that the man was wearing a black cloak so long that it dragged on the ground, and his face was clasped with a black mask that was apparently a circle too big for his face.

　　"Hey, what are you doing?" One of the minions shouted at him.

　　"I'm looking for Mr Polpo, can you take me to him?" Mystic-Aiden opened his mouth and replied.

　　"Kid?" Both of them were stunned for a moment when they heard the other's slightly childish voice.

　　One of them snapped back, "This is no place for a kid to play, get out!"

　　After saying that, he even took the crowbar in his hand and knocked on the concrete floor of the pier to scare the other party.

　　"I'm looking for Mr Polpo." Aiden was unmoved.

　　"Do you have a f*****g death wish?" The other man was getting impatient, ready to walk over and give the other man a kick in the arse to get him to know better.

　　Every once in a while, there would be this kind of unknowing brat who wanted to come over and mix with the gangs, and then who didn't know from which tipster they'd asked about the cadre's strongholds to feel their way over and introduce themselves.

　　Gangs will occasionally recruit some fifteen or sixteen year old punks to work as fighters, these half-grown brats are quite good for the gangs to use. They are simple-minded to do things without considering the consequences, the blood will be on the head to pull out the knife to cut and kill, a little bit of advantage to give a few words of instruction will easily be tricked into giving up their lives, but caught and can get a lighter sentence, what happened to take them to take the blame is no longer appropriate.

　　But in front of the eyes of this little kid is really too small point, and from this body inexplicable dress seems ...... brain seems to be not too normal, this kid probably have any misunderstanding of the gangsters.

　　The most important thing is that Mr Polpo has long climbed to the senior cadres of the skeleton g**g, and this time is different from the past, and the matter of recruiting the bottom juniors has also alarmed him, and the person who looks after the door has been beaten up is light.

　　However, the man carrying a crowbar only took two steps with a strong and aggressive attitude before he fell forward violently, he felt something strange suddenly grabbed his ankle.

　　He subconsciously rolled over to look at his feet and yelped in horror.

　　The thing that grabbed his ankle was a dark claw, poking out of his shadow.

　　But his voice broke off before he could scream twice - more black claws reached out from the shadow, snagging his neck and arms and legs, holding him firmly to the ground.

　　The other janitorial boy just felt his brain explode at the sight; in this world black magic, although a well-known existence, was strictly regulated, and ordinary people simply didn't have that many chances to see this supernatural power with their own eyes.

　　Aiden didn't give him a chance to come back from his fear, summoning the claws of a shadow demon from his shadow and holding him down.

　　This kind of ordinary punk could actually be easily dealt with by Aiden himself even without the use of the Shadow Demon summoned by Daley, but Daley's Demon was obviously more effective at making an entrance, so it was a waste of time to not use it.

　　Aiden approached the two people who were forced to the ground, and threw a coin in front of them as if he was giving alms to a beggar: "Do you recognise this?"

　　The two men tried to focus their eyes, only to realise that it was a coin-sized brass badge with poppies engraved in fine detail. The badge exuded a strange fragrance if nothing else, as if it had been coated with some kind of special potion.

　　This was something that not many people in the underworld had seen with their own eyes, but everyone had basically heard of it.

　　There was a group of Yakuza killers with great skills who would use this token to prove their identity.

　　"The sons and daughters of Meilu Ji Nu?" The two juniors watching the door looked up in shock.

　　"I repeat, I'm here to see Mr Carlo Polpo, could you please lead the way?" Aiden spoke with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill him, I'm here ...... to talk business with him."