Sasha could feel a blood vessel throbbing from the base of his neck to his occipital bone, and he hadn't met a normal religious person since he and his father had left the Amazon jungle. Although it was not the gray-eyed Stefan standing in front of him, the dean's tone and tone of voice had an irrefutable resemblance to the former, so for the rest of the day, he remained silent.

They returned the way they came, and the wind blew at them from among the olive trees with swarthy trunks, which were so thick that if anyone would have sawn them open, the roots of the trees could be brought directly to King Arthur's meeting. Everyone on Poseidon Island grows olives, and very few can reach this width in breast diameter, and those trees may have lived for a thousand years and will continue to live, just like the people who still live in Jerusalem and watched Jesus be crucified.

It wasn't long before they saw a boy with small black curly hair and a demon's name lazily circling around a stone-like spout.

"Don't twist its ears," said Sasha, "it may be older than your great-grandfather." ”

Beelzebub looked at the stone-carved monster that was coiled above a shallow gray marble plate, the rough plate was about three feet in diameter, and the ugly monster that looked like a rabbit with sheep's horns had its mouth wide open, and a pipe protruding from its jagged fangs, and clean water flowed out of it and into the plate, above which was a delicate, carved eye-shaped overflow hole, from which the excess water flowed.

He was just twisting the monster's ears.

The dean did not express any displeasure at his indecent behavior, and like most older people, he showed his tolerance to the children, and reminded them not to forget the sacrament time at 8:15 in the morning.

"I hope their cookies can be made better." Beelzebub said, raising his head slightly: "What kind of smell is this?" It feels quite sweet. ”

"Milk vetch." Sasha replied, "It was the wind blowing, behind the olive groves, and it is estimated that it was planted by the monks as a source of honey." "Wild flowers don't have such a dense single smell," don't you think yesterday's honey water tasted a little broken grass stalks? At that time, I was thinking that maybe they had a lot of milk vetch, and only honey that was derived from milk vetch had that special taste - but I guess you didn't want to discuss this, what terrible things happened in the short time I was away? ”

"No," Beelzebub said with a subtle smile, "everyone is fine, and so is Lila." ”

Sasha raised an eyebrow.

He walked into the dining room, and everyone, including the head of the group, was waiting for him with great interest, and the previous sleepiness seemed to have been blown away by the wind - Lila sat alone on the side of the empty dining table, wearing a black hooded long-sleeved jacket, holding her chin boredly, and when she heard the voice and turned to stand up, a boy who couldn't hold his breath couldn't help but sigh - his small but full breasts were bound to a cotton, elastic mandarin camisole with a bare neck and a small piece of breasts, There were no ornaments, her smooth white skin was shiny, and the sapphire blue jeans, no holes or raw edges, let alone whitening at the knees, she tied her hair up and pulled it high.

She greeted Sasha and kissed him on the lips.

(To be continued, to be completed by 12 a.m. tomorrow)