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The past two days have been very comfortable. A man-made disaster is approaching, and the faint joy of the new year is like a veil hiding disaster. After returning from Faye Manor, I accompanied Amon to a jewelry store to fulfill his previous promise.

, and then there is no schedule around the New Year.

With no visitors, no commissions, and no sudden appearance of Klein, the devil felt that his life had returned to peace and contentment.

Amon is still staying with the Aurora Society today and will probably come back in the afternoon.

They had already gone out, and there was no reason to go back. Edward decided to have a quick lunch outside, buy some food and then go back.

He came a little late. The steak and butter bread that were today's staple dishes had been sold out, leaving only some desserts.

The angel didn't need to eat, so Edward didn't intend to ask the chef to make another meal. He walked around the buffet. Although most people had finished eating, the dessert area was still full and full of dazzling items.

Edward took a portion of Fusac-flavored eggnog and a simple plain waffle, intending to spend the rest of the afternoon leisurely. After returning to his seat and taking a sip of eggnog, Edward's expression instantly became distorted, too sweet.

The taste exploded in the mouth like a bomb, with no taste of eggs, milk, or wine at all. The sweetness completely overwhelmed everything, leaving only the sugary taste that Loen people loved most.

This Fusac-flavored eggnog was completely unworthy of its name. It should have been called Loen's special sugar water. Edward pushed it to the other side of the table, poured a glass of boiled water and paired it with soft egg waffles. It took several mouthfuls before he felt his sense of taste return.

In the dessert area, sugar water is quite popular, and you can often see Loen gentlemen or ladies going to get it.

The flavor of Fusac... Edward chewed the waffles and tried to remember in his mind that the last time he stayed in Fusac for a long time was before Russell landed, almost three hundred years ago, and a short trip to Fusac was

It happened very recently, almost fifty years ago.

When he was considering which country to settle in, he visited this country that believed in the God of War and stayed in a coastal city for decades. Then he felt that he had no intention of living there. It felt like there was not much change compared to three hundred years ago.

, Lunborg and Fenebaud were too young to forge their documents and identities many times, so they finally chose Rune.

The brewing industry in Fusac is very developed, because the cold in the north requires strong liquor to warm up.

The best pairing with flavored eggnog is pan-fried highland goat chops, especially lamb chops and lamb shoulders. This is a staple food used to supplement calories. It is usually seasoned with cooking wine and thyme. The processing method is relatively rough, but it is very delicious.

With Fusac's unique rough style.

Eggnog is a low-purity alcohol specially modified for foreign guests. It retains the delicate and sweet taste of steamed eggs. It is made from cream, yak milk, cinnamon and nutmeg after steaming and fermentation.

Although the focus has been on improving the taste and mouthfeel, making it more acceptable to tourists with different tastes, the purity of the alcohol has not actually decreased much. After three glasses, it is equivalent to blowing a bottle of Nipos.

Edward was chewing a muffin and looked up at the dessert area to see if there were any other foods he liked, such as tiramisu and layer cake. Then he saw a man taking a glass of eggnog from there.

He walked happily towards himself.

The devil paused for a moment while chewing food. He almost didn't see the man's face clearly because a huge cobra wrapped around him, tightening his upper body and shoulders. The snake's head was close to his shoulders, making the appearance of swallowing its prey.

The sharp fangs swayed in his heart.

"...Talim."

Even though there was no sound for comparison, Edward called out his name accurately.

The young man who smiled happily nodded immediately and responded: "See you again, Mr. Vaughn!"

"I went to the theater yesterday and found that the play you wrote was already being rehearsed. I bought a premiere ticket, but my savings only allowed me to watch it in the eighth row. Speaking of which, what did you write for this play?

? Or is it based on anecdotal stories of historical wars?"

Then, he saw the sugar water pushed to the corner of the table: "Do you like this too? I don't think Fusak has this flavor."

"No, that's too sweet."

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

You will know after watching the drama."

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Talim seemed to be particularly excited today, his face glowing red. He did not hear Edward's hidden intention of seeing off guests, but rather seemed to want to chat more. He took a sip of the eggnog he was holding, his face turned red.

I don’t know if it’s because of happiness or alcohol:

"Do you know what it feels like to really like someone?"

Edward raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

However, Talim seemed to have the answer in his heart. He lowered his voice but said excitedly: "You have not remarried so far, and you still keep the wedding ring. You are really a gentleman who is loyal to marriage and love."

"...You are over-praise." Edward immediately entered into acting mode. Leaving scars and not marrying his wife were originally their decisions after discussion. Since the out-of-control puppet has so successfully played the role of a man who has initially regained his humanity and love.

The devil, of course, must make good use of all factors. The devil organized his language, and regretted in a very natural and authentic way, "My wife is unique to me."

"She was fiery, beautiful and bold, and I haven't seen anyone like her since her death."

"She sounds like a blooming flower. She is such a beautiful lady that people can't help but want to get close to." Talim was moved, and he said with emotion while holding the sugar water, "With all due respect, she

Her smile must be very dazzling. Is it because you have seen such a lady that you can no longer part your heart to accept the next one?"

Edward smiled and replied: "Yes. Only she has the courage to approach me proactively."

The courage to get closer? Talim looked at this gentle gentleman curiously. He didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was already a little overwhelmed and just wanted to express what he was thinking quickly:

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

He smiled happily, as if immersed in a sweet love: "She is a beautiful and quiet girl, delicate and simple, like a light-colored sleeping flower. Just looking at her profile, I can feel peaceful inside.

. She sat quietly in the garden, and the garden became her background. Every move she made touched my heart. Seeing her smile, I felt that the world was so beautiful. God, seeing her depressed, my heart

My heart seemed to be cut hard by a knife. Every time, I wished I could help her share some of her pain, but I also hoped that her sorrow would last a little longer, because only then would she open her heart to me. I wanted to help

She wiped away her tears, but I was not qualified because she did not choose me."

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

There is no way, people who fall in love are always so emotional, his tone is already like singing poetry, Edward feels that if he puts a lyre in Talim's hand now, maybe he will learn music on the spot without any teacher.

Improvise and compose a sweet and sweet love song.

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

Then why are you having fun here?

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

Love makes people blind and stupid. Mr. Talim, who used to have a good EQ and IQ, could not sense what Edward meant at all today. He still blushed and said happily: "She deserves a better person. She is too perfect."

Girl, I can't give her the best."

Witch... Edward politely listened to this sentence, looked at the snake head on his body for two seconds, and responded: "You are right."

As expected, Talim smiled happily: "As expected, you can understand me."

"Talking to you always makes me happy. Thank you for being willing to listen to so many immature words from me. It's time for me to go. I have classes in the afternoon."

After glancing at the clock on the wall, the equestrian coach woke up from a dream and hurriedly left. Edward didn't stop him, and he quickened his pace to the corner of the restaurant. He continued to eat the original egg waffle slowly.

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound from behind, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. After two seconds of silence, the woman's scream and the man's panicked footsteps and shouts rang out.

Edward turned his head and glanced slightly, only to see that Talim, who was 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 died.

The waiter had already notified the church and the police station. A man who happened to be dining there knelt down to check on Talim's condition and shook his head silently, indicating that he no longer needed to call an ambulance.

The devil had no interest in this, and didn't even bother to look back. He sat in his seat, regretting that he had not left a few minutes earlier, and began to think about what to say in his confession to express his sadness.

"I feel very sad." Edward said to himself in a voice that no one could hear, and he sighed naturally and made a sad expression, "Mr. Talim is so young, and he still has countless possibilities in his future, but

Because... cardiac arrest? Died young, I really..."

He sighed again and couldn't bear to say any more. He looked at the reflection of his face on the metal edge of the table corner. He recited a few lines and then pressed down the tips of his eyebrows in order to perform better.

Expressing sad emotions.

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In the evening, after returning home from get off work at the office, Mr. Jürgen Cooper took a public carriage and returned to his residence. However, he did not open the door immediately and enter the house. Instead, he walked a little further and arrived at No. 15 Minsk Street.

He frowned and stared at the dark mansion, feeling that something was not right. The "Master is Absent" sign on the door had been hanging for two or three days, and it was swaying in the wind. Sherlock Moriarty

The mailbox has been filled with newspapers ordered by the detective, but Sherlock still has not returned.

The whereabouts of private detectives are often very random, because they often need to do things such as staying and tracking.

Jurgen knew this, so he was not too surprised by Mr. Sherlock's sudden disappearance. However, his grandmother, whose illness was alleviated by Sherlock's medicine, kept thinking about wanting the kind young man to come for dinner again, so Jurgen

Gen took this matter to heart. Because the winter was getting colder and colder, for the sake of grandma, they would soon leave Backlund and go to the relatively warm coast.

And there are only more than two days, so there is no case of disappearance, and there is no smell, so we can’t go to Silveras Field to file a case... Jurgen thought like this using a lawyer’s conventional thinking. He stopped for a while, turned around and walked towards his home.

Mrs. Doris was still waiting for him to go back for supper.

…………

When the red moon reached its zenith, in Room 15, Minsk Street, the body lying in the entrance hall suddenly changed.

Then, the miracle of resurrection from the dead fell, and the breath of life slowly wrapped around the pulseless body.

I saw that the stagnant heart gradually regained its vitality and began to slowly contract and beat. Driven by the heart, the static and accumulated blood began to flow again after dozens of hours. The pale skin gradually became red like a living person.

Dead muscles become soft again.

If you connect a heart rate tester at this time, you will find that the heartbeat of Klein Moretti, who has been dead for two days, has small fluctuations in a straight line. Then the fluctuations become larger and larger, and in just a few seconds
To be continued...