Jost came to the river where he often came.

Today, he had just arrived here, and the man who often came was just about to leave.

The two met.

The man paused and said, "Be careful, it's not been peaceful lately." ”

Jost didn't know what he meant, and looked questioning.

The man didn't explain, and left directly, leaving behind a sentence: "We are also like-minded people, don't die until you find your own meaning." ”

I won't die.

Jost glanced at his lips.

But he's dangerous.

.......

In a secret room with a halo of flowing.

The patriarch in the mouth of the clergy looked at the phantoms on the roof, and did not seem to be very satisfied.

Holding up a ball of light, he said, "This is an opportunity." ”

The number of stand-ins of the Church was held hostage by the Tsar.

Pass it on.

........

"Seven days later."

"Monday."

"Petrov Bolshoi Theatre."

"Seven o'clock in the evening."

"Seven o'clock in the evening?"

"Boss, are the people of the church trying to kill us?"

Silence said, "It's seven o'clock in the evening, and the sun hasn't set yet." ”

As always, there was hostility towards the church.

Over the years, it has been said that he is fighting against the wild stand-in messengers, but in fact he is fighting against the church.

This is one of the most important reasons why the Tsars set up their department.

The man they called the boss held his chest against the wall and said, "Do as prophesied." ”

"I'll go too."

When the others heard that their boss was going, they had no doubts.

Wait until everyone is gone.

The masked "boss" pondered.

"Prophecy."

Shook his head.

She's been monitoring the guy, and on the surface it looks like it's doing the same thing every day.

But she had sensed what this guy was doing in private.

It seems to have something to do with "Bush Alley".

But it was none of her business, and His Majesty the Tsar told her to leave it alone.

The Patriarch's abilities are quite terrifying.

"The prophecy is accurate."

"In other words, 'Starlight' will really die this time."

At this time, she had mixed feelings.

"But the prophecy doesn't guarantee how many of our people will die."

........

Jost walked down the street with an opera ticket in his hand, not at all afraid to recognize him.

Now not only the body size and height, but also the appearance is completely different.

Jost is now a middle-aged man with a relatively strong body and a scary face, but he has a special charm.

[The current "tough guy" image. Pain tolerance increases by 20 percent. 】

This outfit is from Madame Butterfly's hand, which is the top master of styling.

The standard of beauty is not fixed, style is aesthetics.

"The sun hasn't set yet at this point in time, so it's a pity that Madame Butterfly can't go."

The ticket is for seven o'clock in the evening, the Petrov Bolshoi Theater, quite a deck.

Although Madame Butterfly could not go, he handed it over to Madame Butterfly, along with today's iced "red wine".

They had quietly established contact with the doctor, and Madame Butterfly did not promise to help, but she proposed a new solution, hiring the doctor as her teacher and exclusive doctor, and holding classes once a week at Madame Butterfly's own estate.

And at Jost's suggestion, Madame Butterfly also felt that she should know more about medicine, so she used her money to build a better laboratory for the doctor directly.

So now Jost doesn't have to go to the doctor every day to get medicine, and today should be the last time.

Madame Butterfly was still very happy when she got the ticket, she liked to watch opera very much, and of course her favorite was ballet.

It's just that she only goes to the theater in the winter of the year.

It's a bit of a pity.

In the end, the ticket went back to Jost.

"Then give it to Spa Spa."

Since his accident, he hasn't had time to meet with Spa and them.

He snatched Andrei's ticket: "That's just enough." ”

Not bad.

Andre looked at Jost with a resentful face: "That's my ticket." ”

"You don't need a ticket anyway."

"But that's my ticket, I need a ticket, I buy a ticket every time I go in."

"You go and ask Corerry yourself." Saying that, Andrei snatched it back again.

Jost was a little unable to understand his persistence, why should he insist on being like us ordinary people, when he is a person who does not exist for others.

Forget it, the problem with the stand-in messenger.

He's in a pretty good mood.

Colery had promised him, and after this last performance, he was ready to quit and help Jost find Bush Alley.

"Klaus won't be able to hold on to this."

If it happens to be this month, then he really can't help it.

Really tried my best.

He was all in his mind at this time, and he took a group of stand-in messengers to rescue Klaus who was beaten into a pig, and then "Starlight" directly bulldozed the bush alley.

These people have done all this stuff in the underworld, and they have pushed it all to him.

The grandfather was eating braised pork and singing, and the bullets shot him in the face, and even the house that his grandfather repeatedly told him was lost.

Jost was also annoyed now, and he tried to get as close as possible to where he had lived before.

That attic seemed to be important, and he was afraid that he was too far away and that space really disappeared.

........

The next morning.

"Hey, come over here and help, the bread is baked."

"Okay."

Jost, with his gloves on, took out the baking tray and took out the big ribas one by one and threw them in the basket.

He had no choice but to find a part-time job in a bakery near his home.

It's too suspicious to stay around there every day, and buying a house will be monitored every day.

The best thing to do is to work part-time.

The people here are super nice.

Loved it so much.

At the end of the day's work, Jost carried a bag of large leba from the boss and handed it to André, who was yawning.

Now Andrei's time difference between day and night has been completely reversed.

The stand-in messengers sleep during the day and act at night, and they are all night shift madmen.

Only Jost can handle two jobs at the same time.

"During the day, he is a worker, and at night he is a stand-in messenger."

Another good day.

The night seemed to have calmed down a few days, at least Jost hadn't been in any crisis.

"Maybe we're talking while we're walking." Andrei said.

It's quite possible......

But they're still sneaking around and talking.

Nothing happened all the way.

The two finally arrived at Spa Spa's Hunter's Hut.

"Here it is." Andrei said.

Jost looked at the tiny dilapidated house, and wondered if it could accommodate two people.

"You'll find out when you go in and see." Andrei smiled.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and he didn't know what the ground was digging into now.

The two knocked on the door.

It's been a long time.

After a few knocks on the door.

Only then did someone come out and open the door.

It's Spa Francorchamps.

"I knew you were okay, Jost!"

"Not bad, yes, my body is much stronger."

A big hug, no need to say much.

Just like the first visit to Spa Spa's estate, Jost was an eye-opener this time.

Next to the tattered bed is the entrance to the basement.

It's been packed up now.

There are passages and various mechanisms that go around and around inside.

Finally we reached an exit.

Out of the way is a clear river, next to a wooden house that blends in with nature, much larger and more beautiful than the previous hunter's hut.

There are trees on all sides, and in the distance there seem to be some cliffs.

It is a treasure trove hidden by nature.

"No wonder we waited so long to open the door."

Jost said with a smile.

"I'm afraid you'll visit, I've got some gadgets at that hunter's hut."

"I'll know when you knock."

"What if the enemy comes?"

"The sheep's head hanging outside is not an ornament, it can transmit sound."

Talking about what he is good at, Spa proudly introduced.