The warm sunlight shining on the wet hair makes you want to sleep. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After taking a bath, John tucked his body into a soft wicker chair, took a sip of juice, sighed comfortably, and felt aristocratic life for the first time.

His eyes narrowed for a moment before the sound of familiar footsteps sounded.

John opened his eyes, glanced at the middle-aged woman beside him, and when he saw her stumbling appearance, he couldn't help but laugh and asked,

"Ask whatever you want, right? It's been a morning, and you're not too tired to panic. ”

Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, and said tentatively,

"Young Master, do you feel that your current appearance is a little different from before?"

It's not the same!

John touched his smooth little face, grinned and said, "Could it be that I'm handsome again!" ”

Debbie shook her head with a wry smile, thinking of what had happened these days, and looking at those gradually unfamiliar eyes, her face couldn't help but become serious, and she gritted her teeth and whispered,

"Young Master, are you using it again?"

The word "it" made a trace of doubt rise in John's heart, this is the third time Debbie has mentioned this word, and John also understands that this "it" does not refer to a female vampire, but something else,

"Aunt Debbie, what the hell are you talking about, I'm confused."

"Big young master!"

Debbie sighed slightly, her expression struggled, as if she was hesitating about something, and after thinking for a moment, she took out a worn-out cowhide package from her arms,

"This is something left by Madame, and I was not going to give it to you, but,

Now that you've started using it, it doesn't matter. ”

Debbie said with a complicated expression, gently put the package down, and turned to leave.

The silent back gradually disappeared into the distance, with an inexplicable melancholy, and the sighs that came from time to time made this melancholy take on the taste of depression.

John's expression became strange,

A small cube tightly wrapped in unknown leather could make Aunt Debbie like this.

Could it be that this woman who did not leave half a shadow in her memories left something terrible.

Curious, John opens the package, and with a faint rancid smell, a broken parchment appears in the center of the leather.

"Books!"

John looked strange, the only thing a mother left for her son was a book.

It's also weird.

John moved the juice aside from the table and carefully flipped open the cover of the book, and suddenly a series of ghostly symbols appeared in view.

What is this?

Illustration? Signal?

No! Judging from the typography, it should be some kind of text.

But John had never seen a text of this style, the glyphs were crooked, asymmetrical and not repetitive, the strokes were very long, the lines were rounded and not obtrusive, a bit of Indian, and a bit like Sanskrit in Buddhist scriptures.

"Zero, do you know this kind of writing?"

An azure circle of light appeared in the pupil of his left eye, and after carefully browsing it, Zero said,

"Sorry, I don't have this kind of text in my database." After a pause, it continued, "But judging by the wrinkles on the surface and the degree of condensation of the paper, the book is at least five hundred years old. ”

"Five hundred years!"

John smacked slightly, "That doesn't mean that this book appeared before Columbus set foot on the American continent?" ”

"In principle, so."

"Okay!"

John flipped through the book back and forth, but there was no marking, not even page numbers, except for the strange words.

But he always had a feeling in his heart that this book might be very important to him.

It seems that we need to find the right time to talk to Aunt Debbie.

……

Morning time always flies very quickly, and the bell for lunch rings just after two glasses of juice.

John put away his books, went out into the garden, and began to enjoy lunch, and after a while, a young man with a lot of worries walked in.

John poured half a glass of red wine and put it in front of him, and asked with a smile,

"With a bitter look, it's like going out and bumping into a donkey, shouldn't I have been kicked out of bed by Lisa (Renaud's wife) last night."

"Where? How dare she mess with me! ”

Renaud pursed his lips, sat on the chair, and didn't see outside, picked up the red wine and poured it into his stomach, a stream of heat gushed out of his body, the big man who looked like a young man and an old man let out a long breath, and said with a depressed face,

"John, don't you think I'm stupid."

"No! Except for the fact that reading is not good, other aspects are quite okay. ”

This sentence is completely sincere,

Although Renault has a straight brain and doesn't know how to work around, he is really reliable in doing things, whether it is the warheads stained with silver juice yesterday or the recruitment work given to him by John, he has done it very well,

"Why, uncle scolded you." John asked with a smile,

"Nope!"

Renaud shook his head, his eyes looked at the half bottle of red wine on the stone table, and after half a sound, he suddenly spoke,

"The old man wants me to leave the plantation."

"However, I didn't agree, so I had a big fight."

Hearing this, the smile on John's face suddenly disappeared, put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked softly,

"Is it for the children?"

"Yes!"

John was silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, there is no free lunch in the world, no matter what you do, you will pay the corresponding price,

Making the news of the wolf's existence known to the public was the best way for John at the moment, and would give him an absolute moral advantage, but it would be no less than a storm for the entire Condon plantation hireling,

After all, no one likes their family to be threatened by dark creatures all the time.

Time passed slowly in a quiet atmosphere, and after a while, John suddenly laughed, with a helpless look on his face, and went to Renault's wine glass for half a glass of red wine, touched him, and said,

"Old friend, then I wish you a smooth journey."

"John, I ......"

John shook his head, not letting him continue, and said,

"As long as it's for the sake of the child, whatever you do is right, good brother, don't say it, I can understand you."

As he spoke, John remembered something, and took out twenty dollars from his bosom,

"I have always wanted to find a time to see my little niece, but unfortunately God does not fulfill people's wishes, and it is estimated that I will never see them again in the future, you accept the 20 dollars, buy a few gifts for me to give her, as compensation for my birthday gifts over the years."

"No, I can't ask for this!" Renault solemnly refused

"It's not for you, why do you want to agree."

John stood up, slipped the money into his pocket, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled,

"This is for my little niece, you can't care about being a father!"

"John..."

"Okay, let's stop talking about it,

Come, let's drink! ”

After a not-so-happy drinking party, Renault, whose face was slightly red, got up and left, leaving only John, and the smile on his face completely disappeared with the departure of his friend.

"What now, are you going to change your plans?" Zero's voice came from his head,

John shook his head slightly, his face became extremely ugly, Renault's departure completely disrupted the previous deployment, and even the plan set earlier had to be temporarily terminated.

What he needs most now is to nurture a spokesperson who believes in him unconditionally.

But with a huge plantation, who else is suitable except for Renault?

John was silent, his brows slowly furrowed together, and there was a cold murder in his eyes.