The next day, Patrick met Paul again at a ball, and the two continued the conversation they had since met yesterday, about the business of Rexanne's company and about his relationship with Cecilia.

The devil knows how they got on talking, but with Patrick's deliberate pandering, the conversation was quite lively.

Next, a sinister Patrick invites Paul to dinner, and the two have a little wine, and when they are slightly drunk, the conversation between men always shifts to women.

Patrick said honestly in a joking tone, "I like to dismember young girls, to the point of obsession." ”

Paul didn't think he was talking drunk, so he picked up the bottle in his hand, filled it for himself, and casually boasted: "You have a good complexion, where did you get the sun?" ”

Patrick takes care of his figure and skin every day, and says smugly, "In the salon." ”

However, Paul said this sentence only to set the stage for the subsequent "Versailles", he looked at Patrick and boasted: "I have a sunbed at home, you should come and have a look." And Cecilia."

After saying that, he remembered the woman and asked, "Why didn't Cecilia come?" How is she and where has she been tonight? ”

Patrick didn't know where Cecilia had gone, and prevaricated: "Cecilia. Forehead. You know her as a person. I think she's eating with Evelyn. ”

Evelyn is Patrick's fiancée, although their relationship is average, but at the critical moment, Patrick still thought of her as a guise for the first time.

Paul heard it and was interested, "Evelyn, her ass is amazing, it's a shame to be with that shitty Patrick." ”

Hearing him insult himself, Patrick instead showed a teasing smile, his brow furrowed, as if he was disgusted with the "wretched Patrick", and continued to persuade the wine: "Another martini, Paul." ”

After the meal, Patrick invited Paul to his house to rest for a while.

Paul, completely unaware of the approaching danger, readily agreed.

The lavish décor and tasteful design of Patrick's house did not cause any fluctuation in Paul's house, which was more luxurious than Patrick's.

He was a little dizzy, and sat down on the single sofa, which was carefully covered with a layer of newspaper, as if to prevent something from spilling and staining the floor.

Patrick pulls out his treasured records and shares his hobby with Paul.

Of course, this is also a kind of show-off and comparison.

Look—I have a lot of taste.

Paul replied perfunctorily, looking uninterested.

Patrick turned on the music and walked to the bathroom, putting on a clear raincoat as he continued to introduce his preferred musical style.

Paul glanced back and asked, "Is that a raincoat?" Allan. ”

Patrick was buttoning up his raincoat with an excited, impatient smile on his face.

"Yes, that's right."

He also danced to the dynamic background music, just like a child who was about to get candy, and he was happy.

He walked to the back of the couch, with Paul's back to him, picked up the fire axe he had prepared in advance, and kept talking, still about music, about art.

When everything was ready, he raised the fire axe above his head and shouted, "Hey, Paul! ”

Paul looked back.

A sharp axe came at him, and the last one left in his pupils was Allen, no, Patrick's cruel and happy face.

"Plop"

The flesh fell to the ground.

A puddle of blood leached.

Beads of blood splattered Patrick's face, but fortunately he had put on a raincoat in advance, and his designer suit was not stained with blood.

He let loose his jealousy.

"Now let's go to Dosia and set a place! This one**"

The upbeat music continues.

“

It's hip to be square

It's hip to be square

I like my bands in business suits

I watch them on TV

”

Patrick slashed again with the axe in both hands.

Again.

Again.

Countless times.

Until you feel tired.

He took off his raincoat, straightened his slightly messy hairstyle, sat down on the sofa on the other side, lit a cigar, and continued to enjoy the crisp and crisp music.

——

“

It's hip to be square

It's hip to be square

It's not too hard to figure out you see it everyday

And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way

”

Luke turns on the car radio and the music plays.

He swayed to the beat of the music and stepped on the accelerator happily.

He had just sent Reynard to Dalster's house, introduced them to each other, left him learning about exorcism, and then went to the bank to transfer the money from the check to his own account.

Right now, it's on its way to the Flame School's station.

The stations of these Elemental Schools, especially those that specialize in flame control like the "Flame School", are 100% dangerous factors in the city, so they are all in remote towns far away from the city, and the general residents are all related to the school, and the whole town is in the service of the school.

The town where the station was located was not shown on the map, but Daxter had already shown him the address and route on the map, and after deviating from the main road, Halpier had been looking down from a high vantage point, and Luke, although it was his first time visiting, had found the station without incident.

The arrival of the vehicle did not attract much attention from the locals, and it seems that outsiders are not a rare breed here.

Luke didn't rush to report, pulled over to the side of the road, got down and walked along the road, observing the situation in the town.

The inhabitants of this town don't seem to be particularly large, after all, the extraordinary recovery time is still not long, and most of the schools are relatively sparsely populated, and there are certainly not many ordinary people who are attached to their work.

As he was walking, a girl called out to him.

"Hey, handsome guy, it seems to be the first time I've seen you, what's the matter, was it sent by the official or which family came to borrow it?"

Looking at the familiar expression of the delicate girl in front of him, Luke could only sigh with emotion, probably this is the charm of handsomeness.

He stretched out his hand and replied, "Luke, introduced by the Sieg family, intend to learn some basic meditation methods and fire spells here. ”

The Sieg family is the exorcist family of Daxter, and they are well known in the extraordinary circle near Phoenix, just like the red-haired Shanks with the face fruit.

After all, their family does have a hand in making talismans and arranging magic circles, whether it is an official, a school, or even a wild transcendent, they will not mind having an extra talisman on their body that can save their lives at a critical moment.

The girl shook his hand.

She has slender fingers, shimmering nails, and wears some hand-woven bracelets and necklaces.

Then she introduced herself: "You can call me Lily, I am the shaman inheritor of the Wopatoni tribe in the Golden Branch Prefecture, which tribe did you receive the inheritance?" How can you still study through the relationship of the Sigg family? ”

？

A question mark rose on Luke's head.

It was the first time that he had been recognized as a transcendent without using any transcendent power, and he had accurately recognized the power he possessed.

He looked at Lily quizzically, "How do you know?" ”

That one. I'm beeping again.

Because I'm a rookie author, I don't know if what I've written is in line with the appetite of readers, so I hope you will give more opinions.

Especially if I accidentally write that kind of poisonous point, please come and wake me up.

Thank you

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