As the saying goes, why sleep for a long time before you die, and sleep forever after you die.

Before becoming an undead, Oreo rarely slept, and even less so after becoming an undead. As the morning came, he finished his night's thoughts and turned his gaze out the window, where a purple glow of mist swirled around the city.

Spring in Turin has arrived, and the air is filled with the scent of earth and new grass, with a hint of coolness underneath.

The valet sat up from the couch like a zombie, and he turned his head.

"Young master, do you need breakfast?"

Oreo pondered for a moment.

"Do you have rice at home, I want to drink porridge."

"Nope."

Cuarón glanced at the sky and figured that there was still a moment before Oreo turned into an undead, "I'll go out and buy it." ”

The valet walked away quickly, and Oreo watched him disappear into the mist.

After a while, the workers who had finished the night shift were bustling together on a certain street, and the flow of people gathered around the square where the office was located in a half-circle, and they were discussing something in low voices, controlling the sound to a reasonable decibel level, and the sound quickly died down.

The fog faded, and the workers of the day shift rushed from Ninth Street in high spirits, and the dense flow of people split into four streams in front of the square, and soon disappeared from Oreo's sight.

He withdrew his gaze, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

The original people of the third street have moved into the ninth street, and now it is the tenth street as a factory area, except for the commuting of workers, this street is silent most of the time, and the fireworks of the past have disappeared.

This made Oreo feel like a monument to the existence of the people of Back Third Street.

Maybe more like a tomb.

"Sentimentality is also your forte?"

Oreo shook his head and continued to look at the drawings in front of him.

After several days and nights of detailed research, Oreo had almost figured out the drawing, but because of the lack of raw materials, he could not put it into practice, and Cuaron had been running around for the past few days.

The day soon dawned, the faint sunlight poured in through the window lattice, and the wind gradually warmed up. The office was at the intersection of several streets, and the fallen leaves were swirled by the spring breeze, and they swirled around the office, tossing and turning in the clearing, and the sound of brushing was everywhere in Oreo's ears.

But the sound isn't just because of the fallen leaves.

As the flesh on his body faded away, Oreo quickly completed the transition between life and death, and he looked at his hand bones for a moment, wondering why Caron hadn't come yet.

"Ding-dong".

Hearing the doorbell, Oreo hurriedly put on his gloves and mask, and after confirming that his appearance was correct, he pressed the button on the side of the table, and the door opened.

A figure stood in the shadows, a woman in her posture, but her face could not be seen clearly.

She walked in quickly, and then stopped at the table, her beautiful eyes hidden in the shadows of the lattice, her long eyelashes covered with shaking.

"Oreo Pravor?"

It was a stranger, and Oreo grabbed a note with a small line of writing on it.

"What's the matter?"

The woman leaned forward.

"I heard that you take any request?"

Oreo pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen and sneered.

"As long as the pay is right."

"Money is not an issue."

The woman chuckled as she took out a letter from her coat, the wax seal of which was stamped with brilliant patterns.

Oreo took the letter, and the letter paper was fine paper. In Turin, only the princes and nobles had the right to use it, but those who could use it usually did not find the back three streets.

He looked at the pattern on the wax seal, it looked like a flower with only two petals, Oreo had never seen the emblem, but he didn't care.

The envelope was torn open, revealing a letter folded from brown paper, with a new edge in gold traces.

Oreo gradually felt that something was wrong, and he looked at the woman across the table, she was wearing high boots, a slender thigh exposed between the skirt and high boots, and it was worth noting her black trench coat, which was quite familiar.

Tamia pursed her lips.

"Don't look at me, look at this letter."

Oreo opened the vellum suspiciously, and Juanxiu's handwriting jumped on the paper.

"Your Excellency Oreo Plavor, I would like to hire you as the Prime Minister of the Okassim Empire with a monthly reward of 5,000 gold coins, I wonder what your intentions are?"

“......”

Putting down the letter, Oreo reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and the dark flames quickly took over Tamia's pupils.

She shouted into the closed door.

"Come in!"

The door was soon opened, and a tall manservant waited by it, his head bowed.

Atifa hooked a small bag in both hands, tilting her head and looking at the man across the table in the morning light.

"It's time for me to answer, Lord Pravor."

Oreo sighed.

"Artifa, can your apology be a little harder?"

Without giving Atifa a chance to quibble, Oreo waved at Cuarón. "Let's go make breakfast."

The valet nodded, closed the door behind Atifa, and slipped into the kitchen.

Placing the bag on the table, Atifa dusted the hem of her skirt and sat down, staring at Oreo silently as he pushed the letter to her side.

"There are quite a few talented prime ministers in the Pravor family, but I don't like the surname Pravor, so I swear I will never be a prime minister in my life."

Atifa pulled her hair back in her forehead.

"It turns out that you also have attachments."

"Atifa."

Oreo took a deep breath and raised his hands in the air, "Before we start talking about that, let's promise not to quarrel, okay?" ”

In surprise, Atifa shook his head.

"Not good."

She paused, "Because I'm not going to discuss that with you, I'm just here to have breakfast with you." ”

"Is that so?"

Oreo breathed a sigh of relief, "But I can't eat with you like this, I can only watch you." ”

"You deserve it."

Atifa snorted, she picked up the stool and sat down on Oreo's side, and then grabbed his hand, Oreo subconsciously tried to avoid it, but Atifa grabbed his hand tightly.

He sighed.

"It's all bones, like they just came out of a grave."

"But it's your hand."

Atifa whispered, and the two of them interlocked their fingers, and just sat quietly.

The thick fog outside the window gradually dissipated, and the warm sunlight swayed on the earth, and the temperature accelerated the flow of air, and the air was filled with the fragrance of steamed steamed buns and the warm fragrance.

Oreo couldn't smell the smells, they were all he picked out from his memories.

After three years, the torment was worth it, and he was finally able to hold Atifa's hand carefree instead of running back and forth to survive.

Cuarón brought up the porridge and steamed buns, and in the middle of the dish was the sour radish that Atifa liked to eat.

Oreo waved his hand, and the black glow in Tamia's eyes faded, and she twitched like a person awakened from drowning.

"Oops, there's still half an hour to go!"

Atifa stood up with her chopsticks on the table, and she whispered.

"It's okay to be late once in a while."

Tamia rolled her eyes helplessly, knowing that if this was the case, she wouldn't tell Atifa anything like that women should be selfish.

She's not a woman now, she's the Emperor of the Okassim Empire!

Having said that, the scent in front of her attracted Tamya's attention.

She put her nose in front of the bowl and pumped it hard, and the dense fragrance of the white rice porridge came from it.

She lowered her head and took a sip, and the strange aroma collided on her taste buds, and finally turned into two very different sweetnesses.

"What does it smell like?"

Cuarón whispered.

"Gardenia is exposed to the sun and peeled, ground into powder and stirred with an appropriate amount of sugar, it will be greasy if you eat it alone, but the porridge is just right."

"Is that so?"

Tamia rolled her eyes, her will as the chief lady of the palace was blocking her movements, but seeing that Atifa was eating and drinking spicy, Tamia simply took a heart and started to follow Atifa's example.

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