There's a time difference of about nine hours between Lyceum City and the UK, so it's actually late afternoon in London right now.

At the entrance of the airport, there were two people arguing about something.

Although the tourists who come in and out do not stand still and watch, they are indispensable for pointing and biting their ears.

In addition to the quarrel in front of the public, I am afraid that the two people themselves are too eye-catching.

Whether it's a priest who is more than two meters tall and has a cigarette in his mouth, or a girl in a white robe who still wears a short skirt during this season, it is too out of place.

"Why did you pick me up? What about the Divine Split? What about Ossala? What about Shirley? What about Wuhe? ”

Although she should have told her truthfully that Divine Crack was supposed to come with him was just a little delay, but looking at the stinky face of this guy in front of him, I don't know why, Steele didn't want her to be triumphant now.

"Do you think I want to come?"

"Then please change to a girl with big breasts?"

"Shut up and get in the car!"

Resisting the urge to give the guy in front of him a sword of inflammation, Steele kicked the white-robed girl into the car, and then got into it himself, and said "drive" to the driver, so the black Bentley drove away in the sunset, leaving only passers-by who were calling the police on the side of the road and saying "I saw the kidnapping case".

It was two hours before we reached our destination.

The girl, who was still noisy in the back seat, didn't know when it had quieted down, and when Steele looked back, she found that she had curled up in the back seat and fell asleep.

"After all, it's just a little ghost."

Steele, who made such a voice, did not have the consciousness of being a 14-year-old boy at all.

(Why did this guy come to the UK, though?) And the Supreme Bishop even personally appointed me to take care of her with the Divine Split? ）

Steele extinguished the cigarette in his hand without moving, then closed the window.

He didn't believe that this guy was here to study abroad. Now the situation in Britain can be said to have reached a critical juncture, the European countries controlled by the Roman Orthodox Church have obviously isolated Britain, and France, which is across the sea, has become the bridgehead of the Roman Orthodox Church, and for Britain, the only barrier is the English Channel.

What time to study abroad? Even the greatest bishop would send less than twenty saints in the world to receive this guy No, if I think about it now, it's not a reception, but a role like a guardian.

Similar tasks in my memory, only Intix's time!?

Steele came to a conclusion in his head that even he didn't quite believe:

This guy has, etc. Same. In. Prohibit. Book. Eye. Record. Target. Price. Value?!

Thinking of this, Steele couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, so he subconsciously turned around and wanted to reconfirm the important goal of this mission-

The girl who fell asleep on the back seat like a cat had already wet a large piece of the expensive cushion on the back seat

"How is that possible?"

The corners of Steele's mouth, who was holding his forehead, twitched slightly, and turned his head back and re-lit his cigarette:

"Bear Child=_=#"

It was already completely dark, and the black Bentley was speeding along the road along the Thames in the night.

The destination is Windsor Castle on the River Thames, about 32 kilometres from London.

Although Windsor Castle itself is a famous tourist attraction, it is also one of the residences of the British royal family. Usually, Windsor Castle is open to the public. Whenever the Queen came, only the largest palace on the top of the hill was left for her, while the rest of the place was still allowed to be visited, and the Queen spent a considerable part of the year in Windsor Castle. On days when the royal family is festivating, as well as important holidays such as Christmas, the Queen will choose to hold a banquet at Windsor Castle for a grand celebration. In British high society, people are proud to be able to attend the gala held at Windsor Castle.

The castle also houses many relics and treasures, including Leonardo da Vinci's works in the gallery, and a large round table where legend has it that King Arthur and his twelve knights of the round table sat in a meeting, the authenticity of which is unknown.

It is also the burial place of Henry VIII, George V, VI and other English kings, and there are rumors that there are many ghosts here, the most famous of which is Henry VIII. It is said that the ghost of Henry VIII has been seen wandering the corridors of the castle while his footsteps and moans can be heard.

Of course, the most important thing is that the English Puritan women's dormitory, oh no, is the headquarters of St. George's Cathedral, which is located in Windsor Castle.

Of course, the English Puritan women's dormitory is also there

"It's coming soon"

In the distance, under the moonlight, the black outline of the castle can already be seen. Steele extinguished the cigarette and opened the window to take a deep breath.

It's a familiar view, but when you look at it at night, you have a different feeling than during the day.

Even the air was filled with an unusual smell of magic

Kindness? Unusual?

"This is, it's not good to disperse idlers!"

The countless experiences of birth and death made Steele instantly understand-

Pitfall!

He didn't even have time to explain, he suddenly pulled the steering wheel from the side, and the high-speed Bentley slammed off the guardrail, made a brief air movement in the air, and fell into the icy Thames water.

At the same time, a series of violent explosions occurred on the field road, which was originally as quiet and peaceful as an oil painting

When the news arrived, the scene was full of police and English Puritans, and because the damaged road was hundreds of meters long, police cars, official cars, and ambulances were scattered all over the road, so she finally found Steele with a large towel on his head in the open rear of an ambulance.

It seems that the cigarette in his pocket is soaked with water, but the red-haired priest is still looking for the lucky one who can be lit by luck, but unfortunately judging by the soaked cigarette roll that has been thrown under his feet, it still does not appear to have succeeded.

Although it had been reported that there were no casualties - except for the driver's dentures that were missing - it was not until they were reassured by confirming it with their own eyes.

"If you can't light it, forget it, cigarettes aren't good for your health, are they?"

Looking at Steele, who kept clucking and pulling the lighter in vain, God Crack couldn't help frowning:

"And, what about the kid?"

"A world without nicotine and tar is hell!"

Realizing that his last hope was also lost, Steele hated and tried to throw the wet cigarette in his hand to the ground.

But he raised his hand, probably because it was the last one, and it didn't fall after all, and he put the cigarette back to his mouth - even if he couldn't smoke it, he still held it in his mouth.

"You ask that guy? No—"

Steele put his thumb over his shoulder and pointed into the carriage behind him.

Then he stood up on his knees and walked to the policeman who was pulling out a cigarette case by the side of the police car a little farther away:

"Well, I'll leave it to you first."

"Alas"

A little headache sighed, then turned around and poked his head into the carriage.

The lights in the carriage were not turned on, so it was dark inside, like the mouth of some creature.

I don't know why, Shen Crack instinctively felt a kind of danger, so he involuntarily swallowed and spit.

"That, excuse me"

Although the body is unknown, the god crack did see it, and there was a pair of eyes, and in that darkness, it began to burn in an instant.

Then, Divine Crack heard a voice that would give her nightmares for a long time:

"Hum hey hey hey haha

The unidentified creature in the carriage erupted into a strange three-part laugh, and then seemed to stand up with the voice of Si Si Suo:

"Although it is an established matter to come to the UK, but it is too smooth, but there is a feeling that it has been used, but anyway, it is coming, so I don't care, but the person who came to pick up the airport turned out to be a bad priest who smelled of smoke, well, there is nothing to complain about, but there is a terrorist attack on the way, what's going on? Could it be that the members of al-Qaeda have broken through the dimensional barrier and fallen into the river in late autumn in their sleep, I'm afraid this kind of thing will never happen in my life, besides, that bastard upside-down hanged man actually only prepared this kind of clothes Okay, okay, I can take these as advances for future sexual happiness So, now, it's finally time to harvest?"

It was as if the sound came from the abyss, and it was intermittent and unreal. Listening to such a voice, I don't know why the god's cracked body trembled.

"First ImpressionsFirst Impressions"

With the sound of broken thoughts, the footsteps finally approached.

Shen Crack couldn't help but hold his breath:

The girl who walked slowly out of the darkness was dressed in a black gothic dress, and her demeanor reminded Shen Crack of the princess of the royal family, natural and elegant.

Dressed in the moonlight like a light veil, like a girl walking out of a fairy tale picture book, her hands gently lifted the corners of her skirt, and then bowed her head slightly:

"Gui'an, may I ask, is it Miss Divine Cracked Fire Weaving?"