Take a leap and sip on this cold and deadly pleasure!

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Humans love to fly, and although they don't have wings, perhaps because of this, they want to fly freely in the air more than in the water and on the ground – so it's no surprise that they're keen on any activity that can take them out of gravity for a short time, even if it's dangerous.

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Snow-capped, pine-black, red, yellow, and green poles and silver-gray protective netting outline the slopes, and brown and white mountains near and far away, their tips straight from the stinging to the sapphire blue sky—they live in a corner of the ski slopes with private runs—at the invitation Mr. Lohr calls it a chalet, which is in fact a twelve-room townhouse, Each room has a terrace with a dark green stone floor and a simple wooden balustrade, and when the first rays of sunlight shine on it, it is as if a uniform layer of gold dust has been sprinkled by the hand of God.

The young people slid into their rooms like little birds through their private slides - the ground floor of the building was a bit like an open warehouse or shop, the roller shutters were pulled up, the interior was empty, the lights were bright, the solid snow stretched down the steps, the walls hung with all sorts of hooks and seats, Beelzebub had slowed down when he saw the light, he had simply sneaked into his own basement at a walking speed, without turning or making any movements. He tapped a pole on the clip that connected the ski to the boot, knocking it loose and breaking free from it. And then another.

He stood his skis upright, had fixtures on the wall, hung his poles on the wall, took off his goggles, and hung them in the unzipped front placket.

Ski boots that are not taken off have iron nails that can be plunged directly into the hard ice. The knock clanged on the stone floor. He walked into the kitchen on the same floor, where Sasha was already inside, and changed out of his ski boots. Stepping on a pair of fluffy tan fur boots dotted with cute rows of fur balls that make his feet look twice as wide and long, a pot of steaming salty milk tea flutters and swells on the induction stovetop, topped with ginger, cream, butter and milk. There is also honey and salt.

"Have a drink?"

"You'd better give me a pot." Beelzebub said that the Adept can tolerate low and high temperatures, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable: "It's very cold today. “

"It's going to cool down tomorrow." Sasha said, pouring him a full cup of milk tea.

Beelzebub grimaced: "It's a good thing to cool down, we have to worry about an avalanche if the heat continues, what's in the pot?" ”

"Venison stew." Sasha said, "I also had them bring the cheese pot." Go change your shoes. Beelzebub, it's time for dinner. ”

Beelzebub not only changed his boots, but also took a quick but hot bath, and the people here have been using mineral-rich natural hot springs to relieve fatigue and heal the wounds of soldiers since ancient Roman times, and the water in the DuPont family's "cabins" is warmer than in other places. It was about thirty-eight degrees, and the light brown skin of the Poseidon Island was covered with a thin layer of red, and the hair was steaming with milky white mist, and there was only a thick black yukata on his body, the cuffs were turned up, and he was wearing a pair of suede boots that were not inferior to Sasha's pair in the degree of laughter.

The door from the kitchen to the basement was closed, and through the rectangular wood-framed glass we could see the cold back of the snow-capped mountains outside the corridor, where there was no development, no sign of man, layers of trees, crowns of creamy snow in general, and a part of the blue-gray rocks exposed, from which we could tell where the wind had come from and where it had gone.

In a small pot on a small alcohol stove, the cheese has melted, the rich aroma of milk fills the kitchen, Sasha stands in front of the cooking table, cutting bananas, avocados, pineapples, blanched broccoli, carrots and cherry tomatoes into cubes, croutons and mashed potatoes are ready, croutons are piled up in a huge wooden bowl, mashed potatoes mixed with rosemary and bacon are divided into two plates, piled up in the shape of a snowy mountain, and topped with whipped cream.

The venison was stewed in a separate pot with red wine, thyme, and bay leaves, with garlic and freshly ground black pepper, each of which was half the size of an adult man's palm. In the past few years he has been able to eat the food of Sasha occasionally, which is becoming more and more normal, and others may think that he is past the age when he wants to astonish the world with a wonderful craft that can be called profanity, but Beelzebub does not think so.

Sasha brought the dices to the table, Beelzebub had already made the hot cocoa, the kind with nearly half the vodka in it.

It was not surprising that the two young men, healthy and strong, had grown unusually good appetites after a long day of vigorous exercise, or in the bitter cold weather, remained quiet for the first few minutes, taking turns lifting spoons and forks from the venison pot and cheese pot until a piece of pineapple slipped off the sand fork and fell into the cheese pot.

"Hey," said Beelzebub, "it's time for you to go out for a lap." (Traditionally, the person who drops the ingredient into the cheese pot is punished for going out and running around.)

Sasha said out loud a foul phrase commonly used by the people of Poseidon Island, which probably meant stuffing a shark in your asshole or something.

Beelzebub was laughing under the table.

Sasha looked at him, Beelzebub. Bisandi hadn't laughed so happily and truthfully for a while, and his mind had gone so far that he answered Beelzebub's question without much thought.

Beelzebub asked, "What about Coco?" ”

"Very good." Sasha replied, but he immediately realized that it was a trap, so he lifted the cup and sniffed it carefully, "You added salt?" ”

"A handful of salt." Beelzebub said, "But you taste sweet, don't you?" Dysgeusia - it's been going on for five or six years, and you promised me I'd fix it as soon as possible. ”

"Ecnesia doesn't affect me much."

"I don't have a problem with you if you just like to pour blueberry sauce over the steak, what I care about is the cause of it – Anthony. Does Hopkins know? ”

"Of course."

"Then damn why didn't he heal you?!"

"He tried, and from a long time ago, the problem was with me." Sasha fiddled with the cocoa glass helplessly.

"Hell, I don't believe anything is Anthony. Hopkins couldn't do it – especially in this regard, he was able to have his nose and face cut off and feed his own dog! ”

"But, Beelzebub, God, I am his son. And ......" Sasha said calmly, "He loves me." ”

“…… Yes," Beelzebub bit his cheek irritably, after a brief silence, "love, no, that's not just love—he simply sees you as ...... Seeing - the only light and fire in the whole world, he is not Chegar. Bisandi, he couldn't be ruthless. He tried desperately to control himself, but finally gave up: "But if that's the case, what should you do?" You won't hurt him, you'll never be against him, no matter what, no matter what he does, you'll only be his son, right? Even if it will make you miserable for the rest of your life - Sasha, your spirit and your actions will be two extremes, two nooses, and sooner or later you will be torn in two, and before that, how long will you have to suffer? What should you do? He repeated, again and again, "What are you going to do?" ”

When he raised his eyes, he found his friends and brothers staring at him, smiling, without saying a word, with a determined look in their eyes.

"You're a total idiot, asshole." Beelzebub said, his eyes were hot.

"You too, brother." Self-beating Beelzebub. As soon as Bisandi broke off his engagement to Martina, he knew what he wanted to do - he wanted to break Sasha. The bond between Hopkins and Poseidon Island, together with the friendship between them, he is already the "Don" of Poseidon Island, he is mired in the mire, he is bloody, his own, someone else's, he has too many things that he cannot keep and things that must be carried, but the least, he can set Hopkins free.

But he also has things that can't be changed.

Sasha. Hopkins is Anthony. Hopkins' son, Anthony. Hopkins is Sasha. Hopkins' father.

(To be continued) (To be continued.) ())

PS: Countdown to the end......

Upcoming Episode:

"The painting is based on Elizabeth. Bartoli. Brian introduced.

Beelzebub remembered that he had read a short biography of her - Elizabeth. Bartoli was a countess who tortured more than 600 women to bathe in their blood in order to preserve her youth, and between the 14th and 15th centuries, during the frenzied witch hunts, dozens of innocent women were burned to death every day, and her three accomplices were burned and beheaded after their fingers were pulled out by red-hot iron tongs, and Bartoli was imprisoned in her castle.

"Because her family is the richest and most influential in Hungary, she is a noble countess, and her cousin is the king." "Witch hunts were almost exclusively for commoners and serfs – in fact, thankfully, because one of my ancestors had a woman who was able to float the little things around her when she was emotional, and a frightened maid yelled out about it," Bryan said. After offering fifty gold coins and two red woollen horses, the bishop ruled that the maid had been bowed down by the devil, and that in order to banish the devil he had used a sacred flame, and this nonsense was naturally extinguished along with the flames—two years later my ancestor married a marquis and had five children, one of which you can see in my family tree—which she wrote between the pages of her Bible.

Aristocrats always had privileges. ”

The last sentence he uttered almost with a sigh, in a gesture of incomparably cold and numbness.