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Ed says that his next meeting with Jritter might be quicker than he thought - and he was right, in fact, he didn't even expect it to be soon. After only five minutes of goodbye, he was back again.

Little Jit's motel, the "Love Night Starry Sky" hidden in the night breeze of the deserted highway, although its geographical location is not really too far from the city, it can still see a little outline of the city of Bablore from a distance, but if you calculate it, with Ed's own foot strength, if he wants to return to the city on his own legs, he will have to run at least until the morning, and he doesn't know where and where he will run. Even the special glasses he had lost had lost at all, and he didn't even have a reliable helper in Bablore, a foreign country that he was not familiar with, and the only friend he had just made was waiting for him to save him at this time, so it can be said that he was a little better at this time than when he was in the worst of this place, a little bit. He's just not hungry for a while.

In this situation, there is only a limit to what he can do alone. He needed a little help, at least a means of transportation to get out of here. He couldn't afford to waste a lot of his newly recovered precious physical strength on post-meal exercise.

Little Jit glanced at Adele after listening to Ed's request, and then immediately called for someone to bring a car key. And at the same time, he was also ready and ready to say goodbye forever with the old friend who matched the key.

It's funny, but as the head of secret intelligence for a large organization, Jr. Git conducted a "simple" investigation of the man as soon as Ed came into his sight. After only one day, Dark Heaven had learned a pretty level about this incredible little person who had never heard of it before and could be said to be too senior, too famous, and insignificant compared to the entire floating city of Stuttgard. Then, Jrit's years of experience in intelligence work made him immediately understand what kind of guy he and the others were dealing with, and understood what the eldest lady meant by those strange things about this second-rate detective.

This is a person who cannot be wooed, but must not be an enemy. The reason is very, very simple, a small Barblair police detective because of his own style brought fame has made him a hot potato that is extremely special for the entire Bablore underground world, and Ed, a little detective, his simple but inexplicable and incredible network of relationships makes him even more troublesome than the old Duroc!

If it were someone else, let alone a Dark Paradise, even if it was Little Jit's previous identity - of course, after this battle between Dark Heaven and the Donfried family, his hidden identity would definitely not be used anymore, and he would officially resume his true position as the head of intelligence in Dark Paradise in the future - even if he was a former Babloar's secret underground intelligence merchant, he would not take a second look at an ordinary second-rate detective. They are gangsters, businessmen who do dark business, not philanthropists, and they are not in the mood for good deeds at all times, especially in this time and age.

But if it's Ed - it never hurts to help. You don't know when you're going to receive his return, or how much that reward will hold.

Plus, that's actually just one of the reasons why Jrit's goodbye to his old friend. On the one hand, he wasn't going to come back—the money wasn't much to him anyway—and on the other hand, he knew he wouldn't get it back, if he could. It's not that Ed won't give, it's that he can't. Little Geet, who knew the story between Ed and the vehicle, had cursed even the old Duroc's car just a few hours earlier.

Forget it, forget it, don't care - let it be.

Of course, Ed didn't know the complex, tangled, and finally relieved complex mental activity in Little Geet's heart. He took the key and was quickly in the hotel's huge underground garage - I don't know how this hotel could have such a large underground garage, it could be described as a small parking lot. It's as if this place isn't just for a pastime as it appears to be - found that lovely luxury car.

Luxury cars. That's right, although it should be the kind of bottom line, but the one in front of Ed is definitely a luxury car, and you can feel it clearly just by smelling it, and if you lick it, you may feel it even more clearly.

But sure enough, it was over. Ed, who has strong willpower, managed to restrain his tongue and saliva, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Then he closed his eyes and groaned as if he were enjoying the most comfortable service in a love hotel.

The only thing that could be worse is two feet soaked in the hot spring water.

"Save money, buy a car - buy a luxury car!"

Ed straightened the collar of his jacket that was raised high to cover his neck, and carefully arranged his hairstyle in the rearview mirror, showing a serious and fierce expression to himself.

Obviously, the so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and this sentence has been a wise saying for thousands of years. He didn't know as much about himself as little Geet, who had known him for less than a day.

But that's all for later, and now Ed just wants to get this baby out of the dark underground as soon as possible, and ride the night breeze in the starry wilderness. Then, his phone rang.

Ed was a little surprised, but it didn't show it on his face. He wondered who contacted him at this time, knowing that there were not many people in the whole city with his mobile phone number in hand, and all the things left on his business card had been changed to a landline in the office.

After making sure that the caller number did not belong to any of his acquaintances, he pressed the button and put it to his ear, holding the fluffy and comfortable steering wheel with one hand.

"I'm Ed."

He said his voice was so calm that he couldn't hear anything. Then the next moment, his expression changed.

"It's a bit unexpected...... Where, of course? ”

……

Adele is eating.

She and Jitter were still sitting at the same table they had shared with Ed—Ed was very good at picking places, and the place he had chosen was one of the most comfortable places in the entire hotel—with a plate of barbecue in front of her. She took a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, carefully cut it into small pieces at a time, and then brought it to her mouth, with a neat but slightly clumsy movement.

At mealtime, Adele looked no different from an average girl her age.

Little Jit looked at Adele from the side, looked at his girlfriend, one hand supporting one cheek, and his eyes were quietly half-open.

Adele is no ordinary girl - little Git knows this very well, from the day he met her, from the time he accepted the assignment from the eldest lady.

He knew who Adele was, or what it was. When he sat together without a third party according to the eldest lady's order, when he understood what the eldest lady meant and what he wanted him to do, although he agreed to the eldest lady's request without too much hesitation, he had no confidence that he could do it well.

He was not confident that he would be able to help a perfect humanoid creature weapon, the legendary Child of the Nether, that had been perfectly crafted as a material and in the perfect process of a machine, restore her almost obliterated humanity. Of course, he had heard of the theory that love could overcome everything, but he had always thought it was bullshit.

Love can't even help him cure his cold, and he still has to take medicine - by the way, there is still hot water, drink more hot water. Drink plenty of hot water for all evils.

Basically, little Git feels like he's playing the piano to a cow. He felt that he might be playing the piano to a cow from beginning to end, and it would be a waste of time to talk about something that didn't have that kind of thing at all. Even he was afraid that he would end up with a fetish or something like that because he was too involved.

The eldest lady was prepared, and told herself that she didn't need to worry about whether she could really make an effect, she just needed to do her best. But little Git still felt that something was wrong, because it was not a question of whether there were worries at all.

There are some things that can be done well without worries, but that happens only when there is a desire to do well. And now little Jrit can't see hope.

He still remembers what it was like when he first got together with Adele. Adele fully cooperated with him - under the orders of the eldest lady, Adele, who accepted the task, obeyed all his words and requirements, so that he could do whatever he wanted with her, he could do anything, all he needed was to show his meaning.

But this made little Getter feel at a loss. What he needs is not a highly intelligent doll, and the task he receives is not something that a nightclub tutor can handle. In fact, he had no idea who was up to the job he was doing, and if he did, he wanted to give up his seat immediately. I really don't understand, why did the eldest lady who always has her own reasons for doing things pick out herself to be responsible for this task? She should have known a better fit.

But it doesn't matter, now that the case has been taken, what needs to be done is to do a good job, and frustration and decadence will not give him any help. He didn't know what to do, but it was simple, just let go of his hands and feet and do it wholeheartedly.

Does it work? Still doesn't work? He wasn't sure. Although it had been a long time, he still didn't know much about the girl next to him - in more romantic terms, he hadn't entered her heart at all, and he didn't know what her heart was like.

But one thing he was sure of - if it was Adele in the past, she would never have kicked him over like she did today. This seems like a good sign...... It should be, right?

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Little Kitt exhaled and sat up straight.

"Eat more." He said, his hands crossed on his stomach and his eyes lowered, "Save your strength—the next order from the eldest lady has come down." ”