At nine o'clock in the evening, as usual, the boys were urged to go to bed. Beelzebub prayed as easily and quickly as brushing his teeth, but he felt that he had said all that he had to say, and he prayed to the Virgin and God to bless Chegalle, their "Don", and his father, Pepi of Oily Dundun, the old Andreana, who was unsurpassed in his cooking skills, Mayare, Toto, "Nail", who hoped that he would be healed soon, and Hopkins and his sons.

He lay flat on the bed, face up, hands crossed on his chest, eyes closed, motionless, single-mindedly waiting for sleepiness to come.

The hour hand ticked halfway through, and the boy with the name of the Great Demon King thought that he should have fallen into a dream or nightmare, but his mind was always noisy, full of all kinds of mess: this morning he went to see "Nail", and he had been obediently staying at home for the past few days, although he looked very good. But Nail's father still wouldn't let him go out, and Beelzebub was also frustrated by the fact that after that incident, Nail's hostility towards the Hopkins continued unabated, and he refused to apologize or show kindness to any of them, even though they saved his life.

"Don wouldn't be happy to see his guests treated unfairly." Beelzebub said sincerely.

He didn't expect "Nail" to blurt out: "He's old and confused!" ”

Beelzebub was taken aback, he wanted to know why "Nail" had such thoughts, but "Nail" just sank his face and didn't say a word.

The hands jumped and beat several ticks, Beelzebub's mind became clearer, his heart pounded in his ears, the distant sound of waves crashing against stones, intermittently interspersed with a few tentative whispers, and on the roofs there could be rats, which could grow to the size of a Christmas turkey, or seabirds that were in their breeding season, and that they would gather at night to breed to reduce the chances of their offspring being preyed.

His back and limbs ached, his neck felt like someone had been stuck in an iron pipe, and the soft bed suddenly became unbearable.

Beelzebub got out of bed, dressed quietly and quickly, opened the window, the cold, damp air rushed into his lungs, he took a few deep breaths, and it felt great—he climbed up to the ledge, which was narrow, and he straddled it, and his legs and toes touched the stone walls and roof tiles, and the tiles felt strangely, like seashells, rough in some places, and smooth as porcelain in others.

The light pollution of the city could not be touched on for the time being, and the night sky of the island was a pure, deep deep purple, and the stars were small but dense, shining like diamonds of fine quality, and they watched as the boy climbed out of the window with agility and lightness, tiptoeing, and stepped on the spine of the roof below, and shook a little, and walked to the end of the ridge without fear, and looked down at the dark and dreary below, and the steep walls had neither protruding windowsills nor stairs or anything to climb. Beelzebub did not hesitate to do so, and he carefully discerned it, and finally found the great chestnut tree, which was not as large as the "Hundred Horsemen Chestnut Tree" that grew on Mount Etna (famous for its accommodating a hundred horsemen to shelter from the rain below), but it also had a very broad mind and extraordinary height, and its dense and vigorous foliage easily covered a courtyard the size of a quarter of a basketball court. Beelzebub had only to skip the three or four feet of space that had been specially trimmed so as not to block out the sun completely—the child leaped out of the ridge of the roof as lightly as an olive cat, his body stretched and stretched in the air, and in the twinkling of an eye he had grasped a branch that he had already seen, and the swaying tree grasped him with ease, like a flat plate catching a chocolate bean.

Branch after branch, the boy descended the tree in a few minutes, and the whole process was no more difficult than going down the stairs.

After landing on the wet grass, Beelzebub stood quietly in the darkness, listening intently, but he could not hear the snoring of the adults, but the house was so quiet that no one could think of him that he was not in his room. Unlike other places, on Poseidon Island, except on certain special days (such as when collecting turtle eggs), children who dare to swim at night are punished very harshly, because they disturb adults who are busy with "work" - curiosity and ingenuity are not used here - Beelzebub is not an obedient and well-behaved child, but in the same way, he knows what rules and boundaries are better than anyone else, and this is the first time he has tried to tread on that thin line of ruthlessness...... He knew he shouldn't have done that, but for some reason there was a voice that kept agitating him, like a thorn in his body, forcing him to give up his comfortable sleep and run out of the room in the middle of the night, risking a whip.

After a while, he said to himself, that it would only take half an hour to walk out from under the chestnut tree and around the olive grove, and then he could go back to his room and go to bed.

***

Pepi opened Beelzebub's door, but he couldn't see what he wanted to see, he scanned up and down in disbelief, left and right, and finally his eyes stayed on the open window, he immediately went over, and found that the window was pressed against an unsharpened pencil, and could not be closed completely, and Don's old man immediately looked down, and all he could see was a chestnut tree with countless branches sticking out of the dark shadow.

"What's going on?" Old Andreana stood in the doorway, clutching her own shawl in one hand and the so-called "sporty" pistol hollowed out by the handle to reduce weight in the other, the safety had been opened and the muzzle was pointed at the ground.

"Beelzebub has run away," said Pepi, "do you know where he is going?" ”

"I don't know." Old Andreana calmly replied, "We have to go." ”

Pepi hesitated for a moment: "Wait until I leave him a letter." He drew his gun, spun the muffler quickly, and fired a shot at the solid wood shutter that swayed in the night wind, and the powerful bullet blew half of the window away—if the child returned, he would know that it was no longer safe.

They were joined by a few young men, who had just received a notice from "Don" that the mansion was no longer a protected place, and that old Andreana was at the end, closing all the doors and windows that could be closed, the electric switch, and the main valve of the water pipe.

***

At 9:20 a.m., Don's mansion suddenly exploded and burst into flames, illuminating the entire courtyard and Beelzebub's face.

The responsive boy did not hesitate to burrow into the olive grove, he heard the barking of dogs, the sound of gunshots, and the last screams and wails of the dying man's throat, and without looking back, he ran through the olive grove and into the rose bush, which was not as forgiving as the olive grove and was not tall enough, and Beelzebub could only avoid the search of the ill-intentioned people by crawling in it with his hands and feet, and the thick and sharp stalks of the roses scratched his face, bare arms and feet.

Beelzebub didn't expect to meet someone soon—he had just come out of the rose bush and almost collided head-on with the "nail".

Beelzebub wanted to speak, but he was too nervous to make a sound for a while.

"Nail" took a step back, and Beelzebub noticed that he was neatly dressed, and the skinny boy looked at the person in front of him with dull eyes, Beelzebub had never seen such a complicated expression on his face - joy? Impatient? Fear? Dazed? Perhaps something else, he muttered a few words indistinctly, Beelzebub couldn't hear what he was saying, he took a step forward, trying to grab the hand of the "nail" - the person who wanted to hurt "Don" would certainly not be Toto's friend, he could not leave the "nail" alone.

"Nail" continued to take two steps back, Beelzebub grabbed an empty one, and then he watched in horror as "Nail" opened his mouth wide......

"He's here! Beelzebub is here! ”

For a second, it was quiet like a cemetery, and even the sound of the fire seemed to disappear, but in the blink of an eye, the air around it boiled again, and the barking of the dogs immediately came here.

Beelzebub tried to escape, but the "nail" swooped down and grabbed him by the waist from behind, and his feet wrapped tightly around Beelzebub's.

If only a few hours ago, Beelzebub had had enough strength to get rid of this vile burden, but he had already consumed too much energy before, and his nails had dug into the flesh of the "nail", and the "nail" did not say a word or move.

Beelzebub knew that he should kill the "nail", that he was a traitor, that he was a traitor, that he was a traitor, that he was baptized with Beelzebub, that he wetted the bed together, that he was whipped together, that he went to school and skipped class together, that he played tricks on his teacher, and that he was a friend who was closer than a brother, even if he had been.

There was another thing that made him even more painful - on Poseidon Island, the minor son could only be a vassal of his father, and they would not go against his father's will, and the betrayal of "Nail" meant that his father Toto had also betrayed "Don", the leader of "Masoye", Chegar - he did not know that his eyes were already full of tears. Beelzebub's fingers began to exert force, and he was able to break the arm of the "nail" and then the neck, and then whoever came was useless, and the "nail" would surely die before him.

But before the nail could let go of his arm, he fell to the ground, his face contorted, his pain spasming all over his body - Sasha stood with his back to the light, and gently tossed a miniature needleless and painless syringe into the rose bush.

With the help of Grand Hopkins, the inhabitants of Poseidon Island were able to find and retrieve most of the cyanide jellyfish that had broken apart and formed them, and as a reward, the dangerous poisonous tentacles were given to Anthony. Dr. Hopkins, who had not wasted the materials, had succeeded in extracting enough toxins from the filamentous sacs of the jellyfish's tentacles and giving some of them to his beloved son.

"Follow me." Sasha said.

"It's too late," Beelzebub swallowed, "You go." "They haven't noticed the sand yet, and as long as they're there, no one will pay attention to another small fish that has escaped the net.

Two seemingly innocent and serious-looking faces emerged from the ryegrass, and the Newpoliton Mastiff's face was like a chocolate-colored rag that had been folded a hundred times, sniffing at the air, and then focusing on the two children, especially Beelzebub, who knew that the next moment it would either pounce on him and bite his throat, hands and feet, or let out a terrible, loud roar - depending on how the trainer gave the order.

"I'm sorry." Beelzebub knew that there were several people who didn't like the Hopkins very much, and Sasha couldn't get any good treatment, hoping only that it wouldn't be as bad as he was about to encounter.

"It's okay." Sasha said that he walked over before Beelzebub could stop him, touching the heads of the two dogs, to the latter's astonishment, the two mastiffs showed unimaginable meekness, they wiped Sasha's hands with their wet noses, and ran away like lightning, and after a few seconds, Beelzebub heard them bark deafeningly in the other direction, and the other dogs and people were attracted to it.

Sasar took Beelzebub's hand, and they lowered their bodies, and slipped out of the dense net of dense turns in the hot air and the faint noise.

(To be continued)