Martin looked down at Vincent, waiting for a reply, while Vincent was staring straight ahead, thinking, and taking two sips of wine from time to time, Martin didn't know what was going on in Vincent's head.

"Vincent, what are you thinking?" Martin interrupted Vincent's thoughts.

Vincent came back to his senses and said, "Hmm... I'm thinking Sibylla, oh no, it's not Sibylla anymore, it's really called Carly. ”

"Carly?" Martin asked softly.

Vincent nodded and said, "Yes, its name is Carly, and it's a witch's pet, not Paulina's." ”

Something suddenly occurred to Martin: "No wonder it's hostile to me." ”

"You know Carly?" Vincent asked.

"No, no, no, it's the first time I've heard that name." Martin tried to prevent Vincent from seeing what he was hiding, and pretended to be calm and said, "My ex-girlfriend's name is also Carly. ”

"Could it be such a coincidence? Is your ex-girlfriend a cat? Vincent asked, surprised.

Martin replied, "No, Carly is a pretty girl. ”

"I don't think so." Vincent said, "She's a cat, and she's a tom. ”

"You've slept with her for three years, Martin." Vincent continued.

Vincent's words take Martin back to three years ago, when he first met Carly, with white and black hair all over his skin and a few slender whiskers floating at the ends of his nose.

In particular, Carly's eyes are sometimes rounded and sometimes erect, and Carly's extremely strange appearance is deeply imprinted in Martin's mind.

At first, Martin and Carly fell in love at first sight, and the next thing, Martin couldn't imagine, that kind of picture actually appeared, he was lying on the bed, next to the pillow was Carly, and he clearly saw that Carly was male.

"! Damn it! Martin yelled.

"It's all your fault! Vincent. Martin shook his head vigorously and said, "You must be mistaken, Carly is a woman, I can verify it." ”

"Still, your words can make me fall in, I feel like you have magic." Martin said, placing the bottle and glass on the windowsill.

"What?" Vincent immediately stood up and raised his hands to look at him and said, "Impossible, why didn't I notice it at all?" ”

"You can try." Martin came to Vinson's side and said.

Martin was eager to see just how powerful the exorcism Father Cavendish had taught Vincent.

Before Vincent was about to make his mark, Martin slipped very far away, ran to the door, and watched quietly.

Since Vincent was a beginner, Martin feared that Vincent would injure himself by mistake while performing magic.

"Hey, what are you doing all that far?" Vincent turned his head to look at Martin and said, "I haven't pronounced my incantation yet." ”

"Ah, I've never seen magic before, and I'd like to see it from afar." Martin said with a smile.

"Alright, I'm going to cast a spell, you have to be careful, Martin."

Vincent quickly formed a seemingly messy mark, muttering incessantly, the spell only halfway through the spell, the second half of which he had forgotten.

Vincent scratched his head and said, "Let me think." ”

Martin didn't know what Vincent was standing there in a daze, as if he was silently chanting a spell, and the magic was about to burst into Vincent's body.

Vincent remembered the spell and continued to repeat the action, but unexpectedly, there was almost no movement around him.

Vincent was stunned, then sighed and said, "I still haven't learned." ”

"You need to concentrate, Vincent." Martin exclaimed.

Vincent tried extremely hard, and the spell had been memorized by him, but the magic still could not appear.