Beelzebub yawned. ☆．☆

In the future, he would never give his body to anyone else unless he had to, not even if it was sand.

He had slept for nearly ten hours all morning, his mind was clear, and the muscles and bones of his body were still immersed in a feeling of exhaustion that bordered on paralysis—Beelzebub found it difficult to control them, especially when he tried to tear a piece of bacon—he suspected that his teeth were still in his mouth, and the glass full of milk was so heavy that he almost took it off, and then he wisely chose the side of coffee, which was much smaller and lighter.

It was the first time he'd tasted it, and it wasn't a good feeling, and he sincerely hoped it would be the last. Maybe he could get some compensation from Sasha, say, homework?

I have to say that Beelzebub and Sasha were very lucky, and their social studies homework had been completed through Siren's farewell concert. The concert turned into a human tragedy - before the rescuers arrived, Sasha and Beelzebub brought out more than one person, an old man, an adult, and a child, from the cold, dark water, all drenched and exhausted, and the two older boys managed to gather them together and light a bonfire—Professor Senek could not say that their actions were far superior to the others, but he promised to submit a detailed and truthful report to the school. In short, with Beelzebub, they don't have to worry about volunteer time this school year. But that doesn't mean they can leave their homework alone, as Grand boarding schools are more demanding than public schools, with students completing two astronomical assignments in addition to twice as many volunteer hours as students at other schools. A biological assignment, a physical experiment, and the most desperate ...... Beelzebub Seven readings within the designated range – Othello, Aeneid, The Divine Comedy, The Decameron, The Monarch, Macbeth, and The Independent Reconciliation. Oh, he almost forgot, and the AR's prep course - the devil testifies. Just a year ago, he thought that he would have at least two or three years to live!

"I remember you said that everything was settled." Sasha raised his eyebrows, his eyes stern.

"That's my solution - over to you. Sasha," Beelzebub said sincerely, "Oh, I believe in you."

Sasha stared at him, and Beelzebub smiled sweetly in return. "All right," said Sasha, "I'll do your homework on astronomy and biology." You can do your own physics experiments, and as for reading assignments...... I'll put together an outline and schedule, character relationships, and a few other tight parts that you can read on the plane. ”

"What about AR?" Beelzebub asked expectantly.

"Chegalle wants you to go to college," Sasha added, after a pause, "a good university."

Beelzebub slouched the scrambled eggs on the plate, and he didn't try to bargain. Because he still knows a little bit about sand - a lot of people get sand sand around. Hopkins' appearance was confused, thinking that he was a gentle and cute little angel. On the contrary, he is a cold, lazy, and stubborn demon. There are few people in this world who are willing to put their heart and soul into it, Beelzebub is one of them, but you don't expect him to follow you like old Andreana and babble endlessly.

"Please bring me some more meat, something tender." Beelzebub said, obviously. Neither the sore and paralyzed muscles nor the homework that was ready to crush him further could dampen little Bisandi's appetite.

The maid bent slightly: "Beef, mutton, or chicken?"

Beelzebub thought about it for a moment: "Let's have some of them, the chicken should be rich in sauce, and a basket of sesame bread."

While waiting for a new meal, the son of the leader of the mob looked around boredly, and was surprised to find that he had not seen Catherine at the breakfast table, and Sasha's aunt, you know, since they had been here, my dear aunt had not been absent from the table, and she cared for Sasha with all her strength as if she were facing a newborn baby or an old man with quadriplegia and Parkinson's disease—Beelzebub thought of last night, and it seemed that she had suffered a lot at Sasha's hands—and he wanted to go back to his room, too, Or just go back to sleep on that long wicker chair bathed in the early morning sun, but his stomach kept rumbling in protest.

Sean. Batyr was stationed in the villa, and the attendants who served the odd-tempered, demanding rich and powerful, certainly not idiots who were slow to do anything, and the meat Beelzebub asked for was delivered in less than fifteen minutes, a beef roll the thickness of a forearm, wrapped in celery, carrots, onions, eggs, cheese, sprinkled with salt and pepper; a large plate, about twenty baseball-sized lamb meatballs, served with parsley and fresh fennel root; A whole bowl of chicken with skin cut into small cubes, fried into small rolls, tossed with oranges, olives and onions in a salad, and a small bowl in the bread basket with olive oil and balsamic vinegar for him to dip in bread — the traditional Poseidon Island flavor, Beelzebub shrugged his shoulders with thoughtfulness and care.

"When are we leaving Las Vegas?" Sasha asked, and Hopkins' sure time would determine whether he would open his bags and take out the laptop and other equipment he needed to do his homework. The astronomical assignment is to observe the constellations, each person is different, you can choose freely, he has to prepare in advance, Las Vegas is one kind, and other places are another.

"We'll probably have to wait a day or two," Hopkins said, "and we'll be back in Grande in seventy-two hours at the latest." He thought for a moment, "But I don't think anything will affect us in the future."

"Five million." The red-haired Judas repeated, the bundles of banknotes were neatly arranged in an old, well-made calfskin box, the rose-red banknotes were all new, and they smelled of ink, a total of fifty bundles, each of which was 100,000 yuan.

"That's right." Sean. Battier sat behind his desk with his hands crossed over his chest: "Close the box and send it to my old friend like this, he will be happy to see this little gift."

"That's a lot of money." And it's Sean. Battier's, not Heaven's, Anthony. Hopkins is Sean. Battier's guest, and the trouble he solves is also Sean. Battier's, this money can only be taken out of Battier's private account, not from the public account.

"It has to be," Sean. "You don't know my old friend," Battier said. Dear Dr. Hopkins, though he never admits it, he's a little belly. Scheming guy - I didn't say he had to help me deal with more than a dozen Yankees when I invited him...... Well, and that eye-ridden thing—and the 'Agency'. ”

"He's not part of the agency?"

"Maybe, who knows, Anthony. Hopkins is a poisonous snake that is hard to control, and I think they're a little bit off anyway. The people of the "establishment" are unscrupulous in front of them. What do they think? Jean Anthony. Does it matter if Hopkins knows or does he think he'll keep his mouth shut and not give out a word? If it was the latter, they guessed right. Sean. Battier and Anthony. Hopkins was friends, but their friendship wasn't good enough for Battier to jump into that pool of muddy water on his own — sometimes it's better to be deaf than to be deaf and deaf. Battier still has many more friends. Of course, to be like Anthony. There are only a handful of people who are so smart and capable of Hopkins. So he still wants to make amends, Anthony. Hopkins must have been in need of money, and he always loved to enjoy it. All kinds of enjoyment, and now I have a son.

"We've got to keep a relationship with him, good relationship, who knows if there will be anything like this in the future, and ......" Battier hesitated. In the end, he said: "The 'institution' is very interested in him, all of them. Just with Anthony. Hopkins related. ”

Judas frowned, "'Agency'?"

"Yes, my child, 'Agency', more than anyone else, including Anthony. Hopkins is more important. "Sean. Seeing Judas's slightly surprised face, Battier smiled proudly: "Thinking about the events in the 'celestial sphere', you have never doubted how those insatiable cunning ghosts could be so easily relieved?" Of course, because there are greater interests and temptations dangling before their eyes – a dead person is not worth giving up so much – I can't say much...... But do you know what an unpaired transplant is?" He clapped his palms: "Fresh, healthy kidneys, liver, bone marrow, heart...... There is no need to match, as long as you need it, the "casino owner" tsks: "Anytime, anywhere, at your service."

"Wow." Judas said that he remembered Sean. Battier's liver, just last month, his pair of livers that had been ravaged by alcohol and nicotine for a long time was determined by doctors to be undoubtedly saved, and the only way was to transplant it. Battier's blood is type AB2 and Judas is type B2.

"I think I'll continue to do it for another twenty years, and then," Sean said, closing his eyes, cheerfully, "and then everything will be inherited by you, my son."

"That's great, Dad." Judas walked to Sean. Behind Battier: "But the problem is, I don't want to wait that long."

Sean. Batyr's funeral took place at dusk the next day, and the Requiem Mass was scheduled on the same day, during which a series of processes did not need to be detailed, and no one questioned the elaborate coffins and burial sites that had been prepared long ago, just as no one noticed the tight black hole in the back of the deceased's neck, which was covered with gauze and silicone, and then covered by a shirt collar.

"I deeply regret this," Dr. Hopkins said to the red-haired youth, "and your father was a man of good character, generous, witty, and lovable, and never broke his promises." He said sadly, "I thought his friendship with me would last longer."

"You are my father's best friend," said Judas, "and I hope that I will be able to continue this precious friendship, if you will."

"There's no doubt about it."

Hopkins said, giving him a strong final handshake.

ps:

Thank you to Lord Rennie Rei and Lord Corrosive Heart for the mooncakes and tips, and thank you for the pink ticket of Lord Four!

((One second to remember)