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As soon as he reached the exit of the alley, he suddenly saw a brown carriage slowly approaching in the night.

The carriage didn't go straight over, like the rest of its kind, but stopped, and came to a halt in front of Klein! Klein narrowed his eyes and prepared for battle, but neither the spiritual intuition of the "soothsayer" nor the premonition of battle of the "clown" gave warnings of danger.

The carriage's windows were opened, revealing a pale face with a hint of madness, and brown eyes that seemed to hide deep malice.

Marić...... Klein recognized the other. That's Marich who manipulates the living corpse, Miss Sharon's companion!

Wearing only a white shirt and black vest, Marić, who didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed to the carriage and motioned for Klein to go up. Klein hesitated for a moment, wanting to take down the pendulum on the spot and do a divination.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Marić, wearing a complicated black court dress and a small soft hat of the same color, it was Miss Sharon with pale blonde hair and blue eyes.

If she wants to do something bad to me, she can do it easily, and she can get straight out of the wall behind me...... Klein thought for a moment, pretended to take two steps forward, opened the car door, and walked up.

When he was seated, the carriage moved slowly, not knowing where it was going.

"Why are you here?" Sharon asked succinctly.

Klein replied calmly, "I'd like to contact you and ask if there are any books on the occult, preferably in depth, you know, I'm lacking in that kind of knowledge. ”

Marić looked over with those eyes that were always maliciously contained, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice, "We do have a lot of occult knowledge, such as the Book of Secrets by the Witch King Karaman, but what can you get in exchange?" ”

King? Which path and which sequence is this? In a flash of thought, Klein pondered his tone and said, "I can exchange it for gold pounds." ”

"Or do you need something else?"

Sharon, who was pale but delicate-looking, looked at him and replied calmly, "Help." ”

"A favor in exchange."

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“…… Two of my friends need help, but it's probably a Sequence 5 that is chasing them, and there's a magical item to restrain them. Their philosophies clash with each other, that's it, seniors. Crane looked in the direction of the kitchen, fidgeting, "Do you think I should help?" ”

Carefully cut the pork and cabbage with the crispy bones into the meat filling, and add the chopped cabbage to remove the smelly taste. Add two eggs, a pinch of salt, stir, and add a small amount of water several times. Mix the noodles, cut out the dough, and rub the chopsticks to make a delicate wonton. The thief stole the boiling bone broth through Amon No. 5 for three hours, and the aroma suddenly drilled out through the crack in the kitchen door and permeated the entire restaurant.

"Conflicting organizations, the Rose School or the Life School? If it's the former, I feel like you can help and you can get what you want. Now the Rose School is not as good as it used to be, and you can handle it completely. ”

Edward was in a very laid-back state of mind and made his supper. A metal pole had just been erected in the living room, and a brown-and-white owl stood on it. The orange eyes are slightly closed, as if they are napping, and the fluffy and soft feathers make people can't help but itch.

"The situation of the School of Life is a bit special, ha, if you get any news, I'm even willing to buy it."

After being released by Sharon and Marić, Crane almost immediately thought of the trusty Mr. Edward. But they had already signed a notarial deed and couldn't leak the contents of the agreement, so Klein told the story as simply as possible. Of course, if Edward himself speculated on the details, it could not be considered a Klein leak.

"You can rest in the living room first." The senior fellow said, "I'll go and prepare some supper for you." ”

"Don't be so polite!" Klein was flattered, "Just give me a glass of boiled water." ”

"That's what Russell told me about the common oriental food." The senior smiled and asked him, "Don't you miss the taste of your hometown?" ”

Klein couldn't refuse.

After less than ten minutes of sitting, the wind chimes hanging on the kitchen door rang. Crane craned his neck to see a light gray figure float steadily over with a large bowl, placing the food on the table in front of him, and then vanished. Klein wasn't too surprised, thinking that it should be something like a spirit driven by Miss Daly.

Edward closed the kitchen door, lowered the rolled up sleeves with his hand as he walked, and greeted with a pleasant face: "I haven't made wontons for a long time, you can try it." I wanted to make dumplings, but I didn't have enough time. ”

“…… Good. ”

"There is vinegar and chili on the table, you can add your own ingredients."

"Okay."

Klein rubbed his hands nervously, he wanted to do a divination to see if the food handled by the angel would become a seal, but he felt that it was really rude to do this in front of others, not to mention that if the other party really wanted to be unfavorable to him, he didn't need to wait until now.

The milky white broth, with a light yellow oil star and a few shallots on it, made Klein's voice a little muffled just by feeling the familiar aroma rush into his nostrils. He carefully picked up the soup bowl and took a solemn sip of the soup, feeling the rich fragrance spreading in his mouth, and his eyes were quietly red from the smoke in the curling white mist. Brown eyes stared unblinkingly at the floating wontons on the hot soup, and he fell into his own thoughts.

Once the streets and alleys of the city were full of breakfast shops, this kind of food can be found in cheap prices, simple materials, common to the point that it penetrates into all aspects of life without attracting attention, and has long become a cultural icon. Now in another world, this kind of food and modern civilization seem to have never existed, and Klein's freshness of Western food has only existed for a short time, and he still craves familiar tastes, familiar foods.

Edward was kind enough to give him time for a late-night snack and a lot of emotion, and silently pulled out his chair and sat down. The owl fluttered its wings and landed on the back of the chair next to him.

"Thank you." In about five minutes, Crane slowly left his world. Looking at his eyes becoming sensual and his mood constantly fluctuating, Edward keenly felt a non-existent "Favorability increase!" This is a good time to communicate.

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After some small talk, Klein thought of the latest news.

"The Beckland police have reported that the murderer of the serial murder was arrested and killed on the spot."

"The police are very fast, I thought it would take a while for them." Edward nodded, slightly appreciative, "When did you catch a member of the Belial family?" I didn't hear any of it, and it seems that the church and the police have cooperated perfectly this time. ”

"A member of the Beria family?" Klein was startled.

Edward raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it?" So what did they kill? ”

"Isn't it a demon dog?"

"Shouldn't it be human?"

The two looked at each other, and Edward reacted first: the church people found the corpse of the dog they had deliberately left behind, and deduced from the clues that it was the real murderer. The death of the killer was then officially announced, and the shadow of terror that had humiliated the West Villas field and hung over the heads of the church and ordinary people dissipated. But they were too lacking in information about demons, and they didn't think about the Belial family at all, let alone that this family had always had the habit of cultivating animals as partners.

Besides, how can a dog swagger out of thin air to kill someone? Isn't this a bit of logic? And so they closed the case! So what exactly did they kill? Did you kill the air?

Stupid dog! Wasted his own bounty of two thousand pounds!

In other words, the members of the Beria family are still alone and unnoticed, and now is a good opportunity to hunt him...... The thought flashed through Edward's mind, and then it was suppressed. He consciously kept the idea at the level of thought, without further planning and preparation, so as not to arouse the crisis intuition of his hunting target.

After all, the demon knows the demon better, and if the head of the Belial family is really bold enough to dare to deal with him, then he must be cautious, and even take the initiative to act according to the other party's ideas.

Crane froze, forgetting to pick up the spoon. That's right! It suddenly occurred to him that no matter how smart the demon dog is, it is also an animal, and it is impossible to completely escape the pursuit of the human society with a strict system, and it can still get away with it after committing so many cases in Beckland, in addition to the anti-divination characteristics of the demon itself, there is a high probability that there are other helpers around him. It is entirely possible that there is a human who is more cunning and experienced than the demon dog by the side to guide and help the demon dog take cover and escape the search of the church! Why didn't anyone think of it!

If such a person really exists, the detectives and officials who have now relaxed their vigilance are likely to invite retaliation...... The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and the official didn't need to worry, but the private detectives who were often left behind because of the commission, most of whom were ordinary people, would definitely be in danger! I'm going to find a way to inform Mr. Issinger as tactfully as possible!

Write a letter early tomorrow morning? No, that would make Mr. Isenger suspect that I was an extraordinary, and that the demon dog was in line with my hints, and that he should now be able to confirm the fact that I am extraordinary. With the case officially closed, I rashly claim that the Devil Dog and his accomplices will definitely cause controversy and even attract the attention of the church, which will put me in danger. …… I'm going to find a way to remind him privately that it's best to be as tactful as possible when sharing the bounty, and find a reason for the source of the information......

The two of them had their own thoughts for a while.

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Afterward.

Later, he walked in the garden of Trier's own mansion, and the whole city seemed to slow down, with a smell that made people want to sleep and read.

With white walls and red bricks, and the removal of the ostentatious gold ornaments and various reliefs, the style of the house has become very peaceful, and it has become the kind of place where you can spend a long, long time quietly doing what you like. Trier has never had such an atmosphere, it is exuberant and indulgent, and there is no sadness that cannot be dissipated by two days and two nights of revelry.

And Adella was standing there, under the largest tree in the garden, with her face up, looking at the canopy that covered the sky, and she was distracted.

Somehow, it occurred to Him something from a long time ago. In the distant past, in all the lives He has experienced, he has never seriously looked at a single life other than playing and guiding. He does not know love, but He understands the pain of death and the pain it brings to others who care about this individual. And after a long, long time, He has seen death as a blessing rather than a curse, and He is happy to welcome it.

「…… Don't have any problems this time, adjust the weight of the memory carefully, and make my puppet truly believe that it is a part of me."

So He stepped forward and walked gently to her side, stepping on the fallen leaves and petals of the earth, as light as a breeze.

At this point, Adella seemed to finally notice someone coming to her, and she smiled lightly, as if she was about to say something, but he never guessed—he interrupted her.

I will remember the time and travel I spent with you. He wasn't very expressive, but he was serious: it was valuable, just like you.

Adella was stunned for a moment, falling into a long silence.

The lively girl didn't say anything in the end, and it turns out that even the most cheerful person doesn't want to hear a word when he doesn't want to talk to you. But they still stood side by side for a moment, breathing in the traces of the city's remaining dreams, watching them dissipate in the light. Adella stood under the tree, and the tiny specks of light fell on her face and hair and became jewelry more beautiful than gold, and she did not say a word, her green eyes were better than the green leaves of summer. They didn't speak to each other anymore. Dreams, of course, don't speak.

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"Ridiculous...... How boring."

TBC

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The author who writes about cooking is full of color, flavor and flavor, and the author who doesn't eat breakfast at eight in the morning becomes more hungry the more he writes, and finally he can't write anymore from it.

Adella and Russell, two old hot stocks, one up and one down, now you can consider buying some other stocks. （？

But in the final analysis, there is no cp, everyone just has a good time.