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The past two days have been very comfortable, man-made disasters are approaching, and the surging joy of the arrival of the new year is like a thin veil hidden in the disaster. After returning from the Faye estate, he accompanied Amon to the jewelry store to fulfill his previous promise, and then there was no schedule around the New Year.

With no visitors, no commissions, no sudden appearance of Creon, the demon felt like his life had returned to peace and contentment.

Amon is still on the Aurora Society today, and it is estimated that he will come back in the afternoon.

With all out of the house and no reason to go back, Edward decided to simply settle his lunch outside, buy some food, and go back.

She arrived a little late, and the steak and brioche bread that were the staples of the day were sold out, leaving only a few desserts.

Angels don't need to eat, so Edward doesn't plan to have another food in the back kitchen. She walked around the buffet table, and although most of the people had finished eating, the dessert section was still full of dishes.

Edward grabbed a Fursac-style eggnog and a simple plain muffin, intending to spend the afternoon at a leisurely pace. After returning to his seat and taking a sip of eggnog, Edward's expression instantly distorted, and the overly sweet taste exploded in his mouth like a bomb, and there was no taste of eggs, milk, and wine at all, and the sweetness completely overwhelmed everything, leaving only the sugar taste that the Rune people liked the most.

This Fursac-style eggnog doesn't live up to its name at all, and it should be called Rune's specialty syrup at all. Edward pushed it to the other side of the table and poured a glass of boiled water with a soft egg muffin, only to feel the taste return after several bites.

In the dessert section, the sweet water pour is quite popular, and it is not uncommon to see Rune gentlemen or ladies coming to pick it up.

Flavor of Fersac...... Edward munched on his muffin, trying to remember in his heart that the last time he stayed in Fossac was almost three hundred years ago before Russell landed, and that a short trip to Fossac was the most recent, almost fifty years ago.

When she was considering which country to settle in, she went to this country where the god of war was believed, and stayed in the coastal city for decades, and then felt that she had no idea of staying. It felt that there was not much change compared to 300 years ago, and Lenburg and Fenerport were too small to forge documents and identities many times, so they finally chose Rune.

The winemaking industry in Vrsac is very well developed, as the Northland is cold and needs spirits to warm up.

The best accompaniment to flavored eggnog is pan-fried Goat chops, preferably lamb chops and lamb shoulders. It's a calorie-replenishing staple, usually seasoned with cooking wine and thyme, and it's relatively coarse, but delicious, with the characteristic rugged style of Fersac.

Eggnog, on the other hand, is a low-purity drink specially modified for foreign guests, retaining the delicate and sweet taste of steamed eggs, and is made by steaming and fermenting cream, yak milk, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Although the emphasis has been placed on improving the taste and texture, making it more accessible to visitors of all tastes, the purity of the alcohol has not decreased much, and three glasses are equivalent to blowing a bottle of Nebos.

Edward munched on a muffin and glanced up at the dessert section to see if there were any other foods he liked, such as tiramisu and mille-feuille. Then I saw a man take a glass of eggnog from there and happily walk towards him.

The demon paused as he munched on his food, and she could barely see the man's face as a huge cobra wrapped around his body, tightening his upper body and shoulders, its head clinging to its shoulders in a motion to devour its prey, its sharp fangs shaking in her heart.

“…… Talim. ”

Even without a sound to compare with it, Edward accurately called out his name.

The young man, who was smiling happily, immediately nodded in response, "See you again, Mr. Vaughan!" ”

"I went to the theater yesterday and found that the play you wrote was already being rehearsed. I bought a ticket for the premiere, but I only had enough money to watch it in the eighth row. Speaking of which, what did you write about this play? Or is it an anecdote based on a historical war? ”

Later, he saw the sugar water that was pushed to the corner of the table: "Do you like this too?" I don't think Fursack will be that flavor. ”

"No, that's too sweet."

Edward denied it, then said with a smile: "This time is a story about love, and it is a new challenge for me. She glanced at the cobra on Talim's body and added, "You don't have to ask me now, you'll know when you watch the play." ”

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Talim seemed to be particularly excited today, his face was full of red, and he didn't hear Edward's hidden meaning of sending off, but rather looked like he wanted to talk more. He took a sip of the eggnog he was holding, and his face turned red, I don't know if it was because of happiness or alcohol:

"Do you know what it's like to really like someone?"

Edward raised an eyebrow, silent.

However, Talim seemed to have an answer in his heart, and he lowered his voice but said excitedly: "You have not remarried, and you have always retained the marks of your ring, you are really a gentleman who is loyal to marriage and love. ”

“…… You're overrated. Edward immediately entered the acting mode, leaving a scar and not marrying a wife was originally a decision after their discussion, since the runaway puppet was so successful in playing a demon who initially regained his humanity and love, it was natural to make good use of all factors. The demon organized his words, and very naturally and genuinely lamented, "My wife is unique to me. ”

"She's passionate, beautiful and bold, and I've never seen anything like her since she died."

"It sounds like a blooming flower, and it's such a beautiful lady that you can't help but want to get close to." Talim was impressed, and he took the sugar water and said, "Forgive me for taking the liberty of laughing, she must be very dazzling when she laughs." It's because you've seen such a lady that you can't separate your heart to accept the next one, right? ”

Edward smiled and replied, "Yes." She is the only one who has the courage to take the initiative to approach me. ”

Courage to get closer? Talim looked at the gentle gentleman curiously, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence, but he was already a little overheaded, and just wanted to quickly express the words in his heart:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Vaughan, I have finally found a lady I truly love."

He smiled happily, as if immersed in a sweet romance: "She is a beautiful and quiet girl, delicate and simple, like a light-colored dark sleeping flower. Just looking at the side of her face, I could feel peace of mind. She sat quietly in the garden, and the garden became her background. Her every move touched my heart, and seeing her smile made me feel like the world was so beautiful. God, when I saw her depressed, my heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife, and how I wished I could help her share some of her pain, but I also wished that her sorrow would last a little longer, for only then would she open her heart to me. I wanted to help her wipe away her tears, but I didn't qualify because she didn't choose me. ”

Edward listened to the other's sudden tirade like a story, as if he had spent his life's linguistic skills in this moment.

There is no way, people who fall in love are always so emotional, his tone is already like chanting poetry, Edward thinks that now he puts a lyre in Talim's hand, maybe he will be teaching music on the spot, and improvise a love song that listens to it.

But when she heard the last sentence, she was suddenly stunned and asked in disbelief: "She didn't choose you?" ”

So what are you fooling around here?

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm not sad."

Love makes people blind and stupid, and Mr. Talim, who used to have a good EQ and IQ, did not feel Edward's meaning at all today, still blushing, and said with happiness in his eyes: "She deserves someone better, she is too perfect a girl, I can't give her the best." ”

Witch ...... Edward politely listened to this, looked at the head of the snake on his body for two seconds, and responded, "You're right. ”

Talim smiled: "Sure enough, you can understand me." ”

"It has always made me happy to talk to you, thank you for being willing to listen to me say so many immature things. It's time for me to go, there's still classes in the afternoon. ”

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, the equestrian instructor woke up from a dream and hurriedly took his leave. Edward didn't stop either, and the other party quickened his pace to the corner of the restaurant, where she continued to slowly eat the plain egg muffin.

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound behind him, as if it was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. After two seconds of silence, the screams of women and the panicked footsteps and shouts of men rang out.

Edward glanced sideways slightly, and saw that Talim, who had been talking happily in front of him a minute ago, had fallen to the ground, and the huge black snake transformed by the witch's curse on his body had disappeared without a trace.

He's dead.

The waiter had already informed the church and the police station, and one of the people who happened to be at the restaurant crouched down to check on Talim's condition, and shook his head silently, indicating that he no longer needed to call an ambulance.

The demon had no interest in it, and didn't even bother to look back. She sat down, regretting that she hadn't left a few minutes earlier, and began to think about what she had to say to express her grief.

"I feel very sad." Edward muttered to himself in a voice that no one heard, and naturally sighed and made a sad expression, "Mr. Talim is so young, and there are countless possibilities for his future, but because of ...... Cardiac arrest? I really ...... to die young"

She sighed again, unable to bear to say any more. And watching the reflection of her face on the metal edge of the corner of the table, she read a few lines, and then pressed her brow down to better express her sad feelings.

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In the evening, after returning home from work at the office, Mr. Jürgen Cooper returned to his residence in a public carriage, but did not immediately open the door and entered the house, but walked a little longer to 15 Minsk Street.

He frowned at the dark mansion and felt that something was not right. The sign on the door that reads "The owner is not there" has been hanging for two or three days, and it has been swayed by the wind. Detective Sherlock Moriarty's newspaper had filled the mailbox, but Sherlock still hadn't returned.

The whereabouts of private investigators tend to be very random, as they often need to do things like squatting, tracking, and the like.

Jürgen knew this, so he was not much surprised by Mr. Sherlock's sudden disappearance. But Grandma, who had been relieved by Sherlock's potion, had been babbling about having the kind young man come to dinner again, so Ürgen took the matter to heart. Because the winter was getting colder, for the sake of Grandma, they would soon leave Beckland, which was relatively warm along the coast.

And there are only more than two days, which does not constitute the missing eucalyptus, and there is no peculiar smell, so I can't go to the West Velas field to stand up...... Jürgen thinks in the conventional thinking of a lawyer. He paused for a moment, then turned and walked to his home, where Mrs. Doris was still waiting for him to return to supper.

…………

When the red moon reached the middle of the sky, the corpse lying in the entrance of room 15 on Minsk Street suddenly changed.

Then, the miracle of resurrection fell, and the breath of life slowly enveloped the pulseless body.

I saw that the stagnant heart gradually regained its vitality and began to contract and beat slowly, and the still deposited blood began to flow again after dozens of hours under the drive of the heart, and the pale complexion gradually appeared the red of a living person, and the stiffened muscles became soft again.

If you connect a heart rate tester at this time, you will find that Cleon Moretti, who has been dead for two days, has a small fluctuation in a straight heartbeat. Then the ups and downs grew louder and louder, and in just a few seconds, the inner beat quickly changed from subtle to powerful and powerful.

Finally, when he reached a critical point, Crane suddenly choked and opened his eyes with a sigh of relief.

"Ahem...... Yes! ”

The newly resurrected Crane had not yet grasped his current situation, and he instinctively moved his fingers, and after the fingertips touched a cold, smooth glass object in his hand, his consciousness suddenly returned.

Captain...... Captain Dunn...... Crane gasped for a few breaths and slowly raised his head.

He saw the red moonlight falling in the distance, as if he were in a different world. He didn't even have much joy for the rest of his life, only the fear and fear of facing the demon before he died. Staying in one position for so long, Crane felt like his thighs and back were all unconscious, cold.

Who would have thought that Edward Vaughn was the same demon who helped the evil god "True Creator" descend in Tingen?

Who would have thought that she was actually a fellow countryman?

careless, too careless, Edward Vaughn did not hesitate to do it, but his vigilance was lowered to the limit because of his "fellow countryman", obviously with the demon Jason Beria as a lesson from the past, he didn't even think that the other party might just be pretending!

I really believe in a demon!

This negligence was fatal, and he did pay with his life.

Crane was in a complicated mood, thanks to the special ability of the gray mist space, this time his luck was also very good, he didn't die, but he didn't know that such a magical power would be enough for him to die a few more times.

He struggled to roll over and sit upright, calming his heart and breathing. Crane picked up the glass bottle in his hand, and saw that it was gray, so he tried to channel some spirit into it, and immediately felt that he had established a fairly strong connection with the glass bottle and the soul in the glass bottle. He felt that he could completely control Dunn's soul, and that it only took a thought to completely erase the spirit, and he was sure that he could still control the other person's mind, and even if he gave an order that went against the other person's nature, he would obey it.

After understanding all this, Crane immediately let go of his hand and put it aside, raising his vigilance to the highest in his heart, not daring to touch the wonderful and terrifying feeling that could completely control a person's life and soul.

This is the power of demons? No, demons will extend different abilities according to their own characteristics, Jason Beria has no reference value, it should be said that this is the power of "Edward Vaughn...... Control? Capture? Or something else? And how did she kill me?

Why did she kill me? Because of the gray mist, or because I succumbed to her? She didn't do anything at the time, and it didn't seem like she knew what the Grey Mist was......

This sudden death made Crane wake up as if he had been thrown into ice water, and he was caught off guard by the horror of the extraordinary world. He suddenly realized that he was actually like Russell, relying on the gray fog or the knowledge of human civilization, and somewhat contemptuous of the rules of this world. This incident made him realize that he could no longer have an overly favorable opinion of anyone or anything. If the biggest feeling he felt after the Tingen incident was the feeling of powerlessness caused by his own weakness, then now he is simply frightened, panicked, and has nothing to do, and even has no idea of struggling because of the difference in strength.

Crane just wants to lie flat right now.

Killing Ince Zangwill, who had become a demigod, was already a distant goal, and revenge on an angel was really something that a Sequence Seven in his right mind should consider now?

I don't want to move, I don't want to struggle, it won't be more difficult for her to pinch me to death a hundred times than it is to step on an ant, and the resurrection ability I can rely on may not be effective next time...... Why, why do you always encounter such a thing......

Is it because of the gray fog? I don't want that thing at all, if that's the root of everything, whoever wants it will take it!

Whoever takes it is fine, as long as it allows me to go back, I want to go home...... Crane covered his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed it vigorously.

The glass bottle shook a little, making a loud noise in the silent room. Crane looked down and saw Dunn's face on the glass bottle, looking worriedly at the depressed stranger who had come back from the dead.

This time, Crane heard what Dunn said:

"Are you okay?"

…… Crane wiped his face harder and forced a smile, "Hmm." ”

Yes, and the captain. The captain may still be saved, Miss Dali must still be grieving because of the captain's death, Tingen's revenge has not yet been avenged, and I can't be depressed now...... Even if I can't get revenge on Edward Vaughn, I'll at least do what I can.

Crane cheered himself up and regained his energy a little.

He untied the citrine pendant from his wrist and divined "Safe tonight", receiving an affirmative reply. The nerves that had been tense finally relaxed, and Crane stood up with his strength, went to the bathroom to rinse his body briefly, and then returned to the living room with his tiredness.

It was cold, but as soon as he lay down under the covers, Crane felt a flood of exhaustion, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

TBC

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Crane, resurrection!