The movement in the backyard apparently attracted the attention of the girls upstairs, and Lola still looked preoccupied, lying on Alice's windowsill, staring at Matthew wielding a shovel.

The midday sun was heavy, and it didn't take long for Matthew's vest to be completely drenched with sweat and stick to his reddened skin. The lad pulled up the front hem of his vest and brushed it across his forehead. The beads of sweat on his thick arms refracted the sunlight, and Matthew simply took off his vest and wiped his body with the vest that had been stained with dust and sweat anyway.

"Wow!" Capler huddled around Lola, the girl's eyes shining, "I'm starting to see why you like to run here!"

The healing process of this girl's lovelorn is unusually short. Ay.

Lola's smooth forehead furrowed, and she gave a hard push to Kepler beside her, turning and walking to Alice, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"What are you looking at?" Lola walked up to Alice's side and watched as sticky notes spread out in front of Alice.

"Recipes. Alice smiled, but the smile didn't quite unfold, "Didn't Kepler want the recipe for today's menu? ”

"Yes, yes!" Kepler turned his head from the view out the window, "I'm going to take it back to show the kitchen guys at home! We pay them so much every month and none of them ......."

Lola had already sensed that Alice's expression was wrong, and swept away the recipe in front of Alice's bed, glaring at Kepler, "Alice is not a cook. ”

Kepler pursed his lips with a girlish squeamishness, "I know, I'm just talking." Then he turned his head and continued to enjoy the view.

Alice gave Lola a grateful look, and to be honest, she was glad that her friend hadn't neglected her. But the truth is similar to what Kepler said, for a young lady like them, the chef is probably the only identity Alice can take advantage of.

"It's fine. Alice retrieved the scattered recipe. "I like to sort these out, Kepler can eat them every day in the future, and I'm very happy. ”

"Ahh

Lola glared back with the same fierce gaze she had before!

Kepler smiled and turned his head sideways, raised his hand and shook it in the air, "I knew! I found out!" With that, the girl jumped on Alice's bed. He tossed the recipes aside and grabbed Alice, who was nervous, "Tell me! Lola doesn't like the one out there, well, Matthew, right?" Isn't it?!"

Lola just wanted to stop her, but she was glared at by Kepler, and said sternly, "No! You can't talk! I just fell out of love! You can't go against my promise! I'm still sad! I need this! I need this! I need to know what happened! That's what a good friend should do! Share a little secret when a friend is sad!"

Reside. It makes a lot of sense......

Alice opened her mouth, but there was a hint of girlish relief in her eyes, no wonder every time Lola came to Grande like the wind, high school was really a scary place.

Alice looked at Lola with a given up expression, received the look she sent, nodded helplessly, and began to share secrets between girls.

When this sharing was over, Kepler said this with a frown. "Definitely Matthew. Benjamin is too old......"

When the three of them came to the windowsill again, wanting to see someone in the courtyard. Nothing but a pit.

From Grande to the west, the road to the cemetery was not very smooth, so Matthew pedaled his bicycle half-sitting, half-standing. In the basket in front of the car, a red jar collided back and forth in the bumps, and the things inside made a ping-pong sound. It was the Soul Grass seed hitting the walls of the jar.

With every impact. Ryan's screams would torment Matthew's ears.

The jar was originally transparent, and the red color was painted under the long-term 'watering' of vampire blood. The vampire blood, which even his own soul gradually corrodes, still plays its role after it dries up, and every impact, that brief contact will make Ryan painful.

This kind of torture is unimaginable. Because Ryan's soul is sustained by witchcraft, vampire's blood cannot destroy the soul, but can only provide the pain of corrosion and devouring.

"Matthew, Matthew, let me out! please!" the voice in the jar poured into Matthew's ears unaffected by the air current.

Matthew kept his mouth shut, concentrating on his bike. Sympathy for Ryan, there is. But it was far from enough for Matthew to defy orders from both Alpha and the boss at the same time.

"Matthew, you bastard, you're only going to follow Benjamin's coward!"

The muscles in Matthew's legs tensed a little tighter, and the force increased.

"I'm wrong! Matthew, let me out!"

Matthew looked at the cemetery that could already be seen and continued to sprint.

......

The cemetery at the Grande House has improved a lot from a few months ago, and after the wave of grave moves, occasionally people from the West End come in to see the tormented dead. Matthew rode through the paths between the parks, stopping directly at the North Park, which was designated as a burial place for sinners because of custom.

There is no change in the North Garden, the tombstones are rough and rubble, and no one will come to clean up the weeds in the cemetery. Many places are simply fenced with a wooden stick, indicating that the pit is occupied, and it is impossible to expect to be able to discern the belonging from the vague tombstones.

Matthew had only come once a while ago to bury the poor guy in that prison. Leon was there at the time, so it was not too casual to draw a neat area and bury the urn in it.

Matthew wasn't instructed where to bury Ryan, and stood in a cold pile of graveyards in a bit of confusion.

"Thank you. An abrupt voice sounded, and cyan light and shadow gathered in front of Matthew.

Matthew involuntarily took a few steps back, staring at the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him in horror. Matthew didn't know the man at all, and he didn't want to know where he came from.

The other floated on a pile of newly sprouted weeds and pointed to the very edge of the North Garden, where Matthew had last come to bury the urn.

"That's me. The other party explained to Matthew.

Matthew reacted, carefully bypassing the other party, "You're Leon's, well-" Matthew didn't know how to express it, clutching his head in embarrassment, "Welcome back?" Matthew himself wasn't sure, was that right.

The other party smiled and looked at the red jar in Matthew's hand, "Do you want to bury it?"

Matthew nodded, and to his surprise, Ryan in the bottle was completely silent.

"I don't mind being neighbors with him. The other party made a mention.

Matthew seemed to understand something, shook his head, and slowly backed away, "No, no need. I think they want me to bury him somewhere no one. ”

"No!!" A howl suddenly erupted from the red jar! Sure enough, this groundbinder had such an idea, and he could already feel that the person who was talking to Matthew was not a groundbinder, and had the ability to move freely.

Matthew frowned and glanced at the cyan man, "I, I'm leaving." ”

The other party laughed, it was an unusually calm smile, "It's okay, maybe you don't know, the priest comes to pray every day." He's next to me, and there's not much he can do. ”

Konstantin Matthew had a name in his head, and he had a good impression of the priest who had more contact with the priest during the tomb move. It's just that during this time, the Grande House's opinion of Constantine seems to be undergoing some kind of transformation, and Matthew doesn't know whether to be surprised or confused to hear this name here.

"I'm ......," Matthew's hand pointed behind him uncomfortably, "I'll go over there." ”

The other party was no longer reluctant, and the cyan body slowly faded, and when it reappeared, it was already floating in a clearing on the edge of the North Park, and the soil layer was clearly separated from the surroundings.

Matthew shook his head, he didn't quite understand, what was buried there was just a jar of ashes, why did the other party appear here, didn't Leon care about the souls of his men?

But now Matthew has no idea where to bury Ryan. North Park has a necromancer who can roam freely, and it is still someone from Crawley's side, and leaving Ryan here really doesn't seem to be in line with the original intention of the two Grande rulers.

Young Matthew was completely confused.

To make matters worse, a figure was approaching from the west, Constantine holding a sacred tome, and from a distance he saw Matthew standing abruptly in the North Garden.

Konstantin was just like Matthew's impression, under the midday sun, the black clergy shirt was meticulous, and the cross at the neckline shone silver in the sun.

Konstantin looked directly at the jar in Matthew's hand after the blessing ceremony. The dark red blood stains made the jar look particularly weird.

"Matthew. Konstantin seemed to know that his relationship with Grande was not as good as before, so he spoke, his brows furrowed, and his face was a little worried, as if he knew about Seth's situation on the prison side.

However, Konstantin was not enough to question Matthew about these things, and smiled helplessly, "Is this something to be buried here?"

"Yes. Matthew nodded, you can't lie in front of the priest, let alone the only real priest in Barton City now!

"That's it. Konstantin took a step back and pointed to the ground in front of him, "I'll take a good look at him." ”

There was a moaning sound in the jar, and Ryan's plans were completely shattered.

Matthew nodded, and was ready to go back and accept the instructions to dig it out.

Konstantin didn't bother Matthew anymore, and walked towards the edge of the North Park, the suspended cyan figure seemed to be waiting for Konstantin, and the translucent body bent slightly to salute.

Matthew held the shovel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked over there. Konstantin opened the canon in his hand and his lips opened and closed, as if to say something.

And the guy who died in prison in vain and became Leon's subordinate actually stood next to him as if he was listening attentively.

Matthew ignored the wail coming from the jar at his feet and quickened the movement of his hands. (To be continued......)