"He's so nervous," Sasha said, "he's never had a chance to relax." ”

"Indeed." Bepp said sincerely. He looked unnaturally at Don, who was curled up in Hopkins' arms and weeping wantonly, "I think he needs to be quiet for a while." So he went out, took the woman with him, and closed the door, leaving Sasha, Beelzebub, and the "baby" in the room.

Beelzebub had let go of all his guards, and his body was heavy like that of a drunken bastard drunkard, and he slid down vigorously, and Sasha had to lay him down and make him sit down on the carpet, and then he sat down himself, and Beelzebub's forehead pressed against his shoulder, and in a short time tears passed through his well-made new wool-shearling coat and a hundred and twenty cotton shirts—and the young leader of the mob cried bitterly for five minutes with his brother crossed, before he took a deep breath, Calm was restored.

In Sasha. There was nothing to be ashamed of crying in front of Hopkins, and it wasn't the first time anyway, so he wiped his face with his sandy coat and completely ruined the expensive and beautiful dress.

After everything paused, he glanced at the crib.

"When did it stop crying?"

"It starts when you cry." His ruthless brother said: "He must have been struck by your gifts, and not every adult is better than a baby in the crying trade—would you like to do it again?" I've got a shirt here. ”

Beelzebub shrugged, he was used to such injuries, and Sasha occasionally became unusually sharp and mean when talking to those close to him.

"Him, or her?" Beelzebub shot back, "You know. It was deaf and blind, with no hands or feet, no uterus and no yinjing. ”

"But that doesn't stop him from being my child."

Sasha said. While pushing away the older child beside him, he walked to the crib, carefully avoiding the wet marks that smelled and colored the same, and brought up the little creature that kept calling Daddy Daddy Daddy in his head.

***

With three weeks to go before the new school day in Manchester, the waters are still a little cooler in the West Continent. The water near Poseidon Island is already warm, like a mother's embrace.

Beelzebub found Sasha on the seashore. Maybe you don't remember the seaside anymore - after all, more than a decade later, the cold, slender, fingerless, suffocating bat nest still exists, and the reef in the shallows remains the same. Not many people still want to come near here - and the blonde boy has become a man, a dad.

Sasha. Hopkins carried a small bag and the baby, who wore only a linen shirt and trousers, and lay in the fine sand almost the same color as his hair. The shirt was tossed open by the little guy lying prone on his chest and stomach, and only one button was still at his post. The sea rushed up and soaked his pants, the busy little hermit crab crawled from his toes to his instep, and the salty sea breeze swept over him. Constant and futile attempts to dry hair and clothes wet with sea water.

Long before Sasha found him, the large maggot (Beelzebub didn't really want to call his brother's child, but the adjective was accurate in every way) keenly lifted its entire upper body and a quarter of its lower body. There is no dullness and fragility in it that belongs to a newborn baby, and its muscles are simply stronger than steel springs. The reaction is lightning fast, and it should be noted that it can endure hunger and thirst for a long time, although this can make it weak - before Chiz found them, it had not eaten for thirty-six hours, its stomach was empty, ** it was shriveled, and according to her, the child had been on hunger strike longer than she did, because she had no milk, and it could not chew bread and sausages for the time being.

It should be added that it does not have a reproductive system and a large intestine, the kidneys are missing, the bladder is malformed, there is no anus and no urethra, the small intestine is directly connected to the small hole in the abdomen, just like birds, if this is a general so-called mermaid syndrome baby, it would have died long ago.

It was its father's genes that allowed it to survive and it was born with an extraordinary brain and body.

"And fourteen fertilized eggs?"

"Catherine has ruined them." After delivering such a monster herself, the annoying aunt was terrified, this was obviously not the cute little baby she had imagined, she wanted to kill it, but the baby manipulated Chiz and ran away with it, and Catherine had to destroy the remaining fertilized egg - Anthony. Hopkins personally dug through the day's record in her head - indeed, the fertilized egg was an unusually fragile thing, and there would be no second little monster.

"She's stupid," Beelzebub commented, "since you know Chiz. Carson is a virus-biaozi, and she can be counted on to give birth to a winged little angel. He looked down at the lump on his friend's stomach again, something that could not be described as beautiful or ugly.

Removing the parts that the Creator had deliberately smeared, the eyes, the arms, the ears, the gender characteristics, and the gaps between the legs, the rest of the space could be said to be good or even better than the rest of the infants, but it was this almost seamless mutilation that was the most uncomfortable.

The thing turned its head, its lower limbs and its waist strong enough to turn and move with ease—the pear-sized face thought to Beelzebub for a moment, it pursed its lips and made a loud pop, and a little white foam sprayed onto Beelzebub's trousers.

"Is it spitting on me?" Beelzebub said.

"Apparently it remembers being pointed in the head by a Browning 1935." Sasha said lazily.

Beelzebub reached out with some malice and poked the thing in the head, and the thing bit down on his second toe with a single mouth, its sharp little teeth piercing into his flesh, and Beelzebub lifted his foot, and it dangled in the air like a fish that had bitten its bait.

"Do you have to behave so well for your age?" Sasha sarcastically pressed the back of the neck of the little thing that was half-hung by Beelzebub, and it immediately relented and fell back into its father's belly.

"While there are no explicit regulations in Manchester that prohibit babies or pets in student halls," Beelzebub said, "but I don't think professors would be happy to see a little brainless reptile crawling around their podium – do you want to give it to Mr. Hopkins?" ”

"Or do you have a better candidate?" Sasha asked rhetorically. In Beelzebub left Poseidon Island while Chegall. Than Sandi was weaker than ever, when Anthony. Hopkins is also a strong controller, and he can certainly watch this little monster, but this may upset a lot of people.

"There is one," said Beelzebub, "but I am considering." ”

***

Martina waited in her room for the final result.

Her sister, Sandra, pushed open the door and walked in. Her expression sent chills down Maldina's body.

She took a deep breath. I wish I hadn't cried so quickly: "No...... Is it? Still doesn't work? ”

Sandra shook her head.

According to the original plan, they will become concubines with a long and powerful surname, and their sister Sandra will become the wife of the future "Don". His younger sister, Maltina, will marry his most trusted friend and brother, Sasha. Hopkins.

The news was brought to them by their father before Christmas, and there was no better gift than this, and there was no girl who did not want to be Don's wife. But if they marry Sasha. Hopkins and the others wouldn't be disappointed either, even if he was a foreigner. But predictably, he was deeply influenced by Beelzebub. Bisandi's affection and indeed capable and intelligent, he will have a place around him and a bright future. And he was so beautiful, tall, thin but strong. His blonde hair shone like the light behind the Son's head in the portrait, as well as his eyes. There are three colors stacked, the lead gray of the sky during a thunderstorm, the emerald blue of the shallow sea under the scorching sun on a sunny day, and the rare violet of gemstones, flowers, and moonlight.

When Martina knew that her future husband was Sasha. Hopkins, she was so happy.

She's knowing Sasha. When Hopkins was forced to have a deformed child, he even desperately wanted to take care of him (according to custom, only after marriage, she had this right and duty), and promised to take care of him and love him as if he were his own child, just because half of his body belonged to Sasha. Hopkins' blood.

Sandra couldn't help but feel guilty because of her and Beelzebub. Bissandi's marriage was not affected, but it was brought forward, which made her feel very uncomfortable, but the gift could not be transferred, and the person Mardina loved was not Beelzebub. than the sand, but the sand. Hopkins

Maltina cried a lot. Sandra hugged her head, her sister's tears soaking through the fabric at the location of her abdomen.

***

A little girl's sentimentality didn't affect the men of Poseidon at all.

Chegalle. Bisandi is a resolute man, and now that he has decided that he wants to get rid of Masoye and Poseidon Island, which he has worked so hard for decades, there is no need to waste time. Hopkins already occupies a good place in Poseidon's power system, and those who sit in the chairs are either Chegalle's old buddies or Beelzebub's contemporaries.

A wedding would be a fitting end.

A variety of golden breads are piled up on the table with red and white checkered tablecloths, some even jutting out of sea-sand rattan baskets, which are lined with large plates of olive oil, butter and sweet and sour sauces. The pancakes are second only to bread in size, and they are arranged in the shape of a peacock opening screen, and are filled with cheese, spicy spinach, and olives; The noodles (there are more than a dozen) with the sauce mixed together are concentrated at the other end of the table, next to a large plate of boiled crab (the big ones barely fit on the plate), lobsters and fish, and these sweet cuties were fluttering freely in the sea a few hours ago; Oysters, snails, rainbows, mussels boiled in stainless steel barrels with white wine, olive oil, sea salt, and served with gourd and tomatoes; There are six chefs for the day's barbecue, pound-by-pound lamb, beef, pork and liver, chick scorched over a dark red charcoal fire, two cheese and dumpling chefs and three bartenders.

Of course, essential. A band.

All the food can be said to be extremely fresh and coarse (compared to the star restaurants in the Western Continent), but this is combined with the preferences of the people of Poseidon Island, who drink wine, eat delicious food, and dance happily, which will last for three whole days.

Martina did not attend the wedding, according to her sister. She was unfortunate enough to get sick. Everyone knows it, but who would bring it up at this time? Probably not in the future, Martina as the wife and sister of "Don". She's going to have a good marriage.

Beelzebub. Bisandi, as the groom, danced with his bride Sandra, and then withdrew from the bustling venue after a dance with one of the bridesmaids, his mother-in-law, and two other elderly wives or daughters who supported him. Bepp watched him walk into the house, a few minutes later. He appeared on the terrace, and Chegalle. Bisandi sat together.

"Have you really decided not to let Maldina be Sasha's wife?" Chegalle asked.

Beelzebub did not look at his father and nodded.

"That's not good," Chegalle said, "though I don't have the skills of Hopkins." But I can probably guess what you think, you want to support little Hopkins and let him do what I wanted you to do. It's just that you entered the Western Continent as a merchant, and he entered the Western Continent as a ...... What the? ”

"He's going to go to law school."

"Oh. Law school, I don't think you want him to be a lawyer, is it, if that's the case, he can still marry Martina," Chegalle said, "There is only one possibility, he can't marry Martina because a person who is going to enter politics can't have such an obvious connection with Poseidon Island, which is simply a handle and a stain as big as a whale, even if everyone knows that the shadow behind him is named Masoye." ”

"For those people, Hopkins is easier for them to accept, he's not a newcomer, he's an old man."

"Last name." Chegal said sourly that he was not the only "Don" who wanted to enter that circle with money and force, but without exception they all failed: "And our money. ”

"Well," Beelzebub smiled, the first sincere smile he had at the wedding, "he'll do a good job." ”

"Hopkins has the ability to make everyone like him." Chegalle said that it was true that they could do it even if they didn't have the ability, but the two Hopkins were the kind of wayward goods, and they didn't like everyone.

"You're still going back to Manchester?"

"I'll finish college."

"You'll be the first-ever 'Don' from Manchester."

"Sounds good," said Beelzebub, "doesn't it?" ”

"How many years do you need?"

"Two years."

"Then that's it," said Chegalle, raising his skinny fingers, "go back to your wedding, for it doesn't bode well for a long time to snub a bride on a day like today." ”

The groom returned to the venue, and he found his friend with a smile (after all, it was a day worth smiling).

Sasha is the best man today, a white three-piece suit, no tie or bow tie according to the rules of the Poseidon Islanders, white lambskin shoes. He was talking to a girl with a cold and gentle expression, who immediately withdrew in fear when she saw Beelzebub approaching.

"Dancing?"

"Nope."

So the groom and groomsman of the ongoing wedding came on their own, which was the most watched by the people of Poseidon Island in the first fifteen years, and probably they will continue to watch it in the next fifty years.

"Then say two years—Beelzebub, you'll be in credit hell, if you really want to graduate in two years—and Mr. Bisandi must be very unhappy, and he doesn't include that in his plans."

"Doesn't he still have his friends," Beelzebub said with no conscience, "since our old father has taken care of us for twenty years, it should not matter if there are two more years." ”

Sasha glared at him.

"Don't do that," said Beelzebub, "I know you're your father's frosted cake." ”

"Don't tell me you've never sweetened Chegalle. Bisandi. Sasha said, and then he got a long silence.

“…… "There was a hundredth of a percent," said Beelzebub weary and bitter, "I would rejoice, for the money, the position, the vanity, and the power, that my father was dying, and that I would calculate how much his death would bring me." ”

Sasha paused slightly, he thought that he had only lightly stabbed (the people of Poseidon Island seemed to be very taboo about revealing their true feelings), but who knew that it was a fairly accurate knife.

"I used to think I wouldn't be so hypocritical," Beelzebub raised his hand, "in fact I have to say Beelzebub. Bisandi is always a surprise. ”

***

"Two years," said old Bisan, "maybe I will see my grandson born." ”

"You can still see the birth of your great-grandson." Anthony. Hopkins said.

"That's Tony, Tom or Jerry," Bisan snorted, "it won't be Chegalle anyway. Bisandi—" he sighed, "what a heart-wrenching boy, he would even be soft on people who want to eat him—but then again, have you thought about it?" ”

"What?"

"Don't play dumb," Bissan said, "I said, you boy, what are you going to do?" ”

"If that's what you're talking about," Anthony said. Hopkins sat quietly with his back to the sun, folded his hands, and sat upright: "I still hold my original opinions and opinions. ”

"That kid is becoming a good man," Bisandi said kindly, "it's okay, things have changed, Beelzebub is interested in supporting him in politics - then at least the apparent innocence is good for him, but I always feel that he will become a different person than we are." ”

He touched his loose-skinned fingers.

"Have you ever wondered? He may become our enemy. ”

(To be continued)

Upcoming Episode:

"It looks perfect," Glegri said, surveying the baby, who was snow-white, with pale eyebrows that looked like they had never grown, eyes that were light reddish-brown, and hair that was fluffy like marshmallows, and who had been given sixteen years and a siren again.

***

"I know somebody got Sasha. Hopkins' sperm has made a child," Gregory said disappointed, "I thought it wouldn't be difficult for you to clone a Hopkins." (To be continued)