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Just as he reached the exit of the alley, he suddenly saw a brown carriage driving slowly in the night.

This carriage did not drive directly past, like others of its kind, but stopped in front of Klein! Klein narrowed his eyes and prepared for battle, but no matter whether it was the "divineer"

Neither spiritual intuition nor the "Joker's" premonition of battle gave any warning of danger.

The window of the carriage was opened, revealing a pale and slightly crazy face, with brown eyes that seemed to hide deep malice.

Maric...Klein recognized the other party. It was Maric, the man who controlled the living corpse, Miss Sharon's companion!

Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest and seemed not to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed to the carriage and motioned for Klein to get in. Klein hesitated for a moment and wanted to take off the pendulum on the spot and do a divination.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Maric, wearing a complicated black palace dress and a small soft hat of the same color. It was Miss Sharon with light blond hair and blue eyes.

If she wants to do something bad to me, she can do it easily. She can just get out of the wall behind me... Klein thought for a moment, pretended to be carefree and took two steps forward, opened the compartment door, and walked up.

After he sat firmly, the carriage started driving slowly, not knowing where it was going.

"Why did you come here?" Sharon asked succinctly.

Klein replied calmly: "I want to contact you and ask if there are any books on mysticism. It would be better if they are more in-depth. You know, I lack similar knowledge."

Maric looked over with his always malicious eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "We do have a lot of occult knowledge, such as the "Book of Secrets" of the Witch King Karaman, but you

What can I get in exchange?”

Witch King? Which path and sequence is this? With a flash of thought, Klein considered his tone and said: "I can exchange it for gold pounds."

"Or do you need something else?"

Sharon, who was pale but delicate in appearance, looked at him and replied calmly: "Help."

"In exchange for a favor."

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"...My two friends need help, but the person chasing them may be a Sequence 5, and there are magical items to restrain them. Their ideas conflict, that's it, senior." Klein stretched his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

, a little fidgety, "Do you think I should help?"

Carefully cut the pork and cabbage with crispy bones into meat fillings, add chopped cabbage to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor. Add two eggs, a little salt, stir, add water in small amounts several times. Knead the dough, cut out the dough, and use chopsticks.

With just a roll of hands, a delicate wonton was rolled out. I used a thief to steal the large bone soup that was being cooked for three hours through Amon No. 5. The aroma suddenly penetrated through the cracks in the kitchen door and filled the air.

throughout the restaurant.

"An organization with conflicting ideas, the Rose School or the School of Life? If it's the former, I think you can help, and you can get what you want. The Rose School is not as good as it used to be, and you can definitely handle it."

Edward was cooking supper in a very leisurely manner. A metal pole had just been erected in the living room, and a brown-and-white owl stood on it. The orange eyes were slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap, and the feathers looked fluffy and soft.

It makes my hands itch uncontrollably.

"The situation of Life School is somewhat special. Ha, if you get any information, I would even be willing to acquire it."

After being released by Sharon and Maric, Klein almost immediately thought of the reliable Mr. Edward. However, they had already signed a notarial deed and could not leak the content of the agreement, so Klein kept things as simple as possible. Tell it a bit. Of course, if Edward guessed the details himself, it cannot be regarded as Klein leaking the secret.

"You can rest in the living room first." The senior fellow said, "I'll prepare some midnight snacks for you."

"You don't have to be so polite!" Klein was flattered, "Just give me a glass of boiled water."

"That's a common Eastern delicacy that Russell told me about." The senior asked him with a smile, "Don't you miss the taste of your hometown?"

Klein couldn't refuse.

After sitting for less than ten minutes, the wind chime hanging on the kitchen door rang. Klein craned his neck to look, and saw a light gray shadow floating steadily over with a large bowl in his hand, and placed the food in front of him. On the table, it disappeared immediately. Klein was not too surprised, thinking that this should be something like the spirit driven by Miss Daly.

Edward closed the kitchen door, put down his rolled-up sleeves with his hands as he walked, and greeted pleasantly: "It's been a long time since I made wontons. Try them. I originally 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."

"OK."

Klein rubbed his hands nervously. He wanted to do a divination to see if the food handled by the angel would become a sealed object, but he felt that it was a bit rude to do this in front of others, not to mention if the other party really wanted to do something right. It's not in his favor and there's no need to wait until now.

Milky white soup, with light yellow oil stars and a few green onions floating on the surface. Just feeling the familiar aroma rush into his nose, Klein's voice became a little unclear. He carefully picked up the soup. Bowl, took a serious sip of the soup, feeling the rich fragrance spreading in the mouth, and the eyes were quietly reddened by the white mist. The brown eyes stared at the hot soup without blinking. Sitting on the floating wontons, he fell into his own thoughts.

In the past, this kind of food could be found in breakfast shops all over the streets and alleys of the city. It was cheap and made of simple ingredients. It was so common that it penetrated into all aspects of life without attracting attention. It has already become a symbol of culture. Now in another world, This kind of food and modern civilization seemed to have never existed. Klein's novelty towards Western food only existed for a short time. He still longed for familiar tastes and familiar food.

Edward thoughtfully gave him time to enjoy the late night snack and be filled with emotion, then silently pulled out a chair and sat down. The owl flew over with fluttering wings and consciously landed on the back of the chair next to him.

"Thank you." After about five minutes, Klein slowly left his world. Seeing his emotional eyes and fluctuating mood, Edward keenly felt a non-existent "increase in favorability!" Alert sound, this is a good time to communicate.

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After some small talk, Klein thought about the recent news.

"The Backlund police have reported that the serial murderer was arrested and shot dead on the spot."

"The police are quite fast. I thought it would take them a while." Edward nodded with slight appreciation, "When did they catch the members of the Beria family? I didn't hear any news at all. Look,

The church and the police cooperated perfectly this time."

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

Edward raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it? Then what did they kill?"

"Isn't it a devil dog?"

"Shouldn't it be a human being?"

The two looked at each other, and Edward reacted first: the church people discovered the body of the dog that he had deliberately left behind, and deduced from the clues that it was the real murderer. Then he officially announced the death of the murderer, making this murder possible.

Silveras was humiliated, and the shadow of terror that hung over the church and ordinary people dissipated. But they had too little information about demons, and they did not think of the Beria family at all, let alone that this family had always cultivated animals.

Habits of being a partner.

????????????????Besides, how could a dog appear out of thin air and kill people? Isn’t there any logic in this? They actually closed the case! So what exactly did they kill?

What? Killed the air?

Stupid dog! You wasted your two thousand pounds bounty!

In other words, the member of the Beria family is still alone and unnoticed, and now is a good opportunity to hunt him... This idea flashed through Edward's mind, and then was suppressed. He consciously let this idea just

Stay at the level of ideas, without further planning and preparation, so as not to arouse your own instinct of crisis for your hunting target.

After all, the devil knows the devil better. If the head of the Beria 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.

Klein was stunned and even forgot to pick up the spoon. That's right! He suddenly thought that no matter how smart the devil dog is, it is still an animal. It is impossible to completely escape the pursuit of the strict human society. It can commit crimes in Backlund.

After so many cases, he is still at large. In addition to the anti-divination characteristics of the devil itself, there is a high probability that there are other helpers around. There is a human being who is more cunning and experienced than the devil dog to guide him and help the devil dog to take cover and escape.

It is entirely possible to pass the church raid! Why didn’t anyone think of it?

If such a person really exists, the detectives and officials who have now let down their guard are very likely to attract retaliation... The more Klein thinks about it, the more likely it is that the officials do not need to worry, but most of the people who often place orders because of commissions

Private detectives who are all ordinary people will definitely be in danger! I have to find a way to inform Mr. Essinger as tactfully as possible!

Write a letter immediately tomorrow morning? No, this will make Mr. Essinger suspicious. He already suspected that I was an Extraordinary, and the Devil Dog Fu Zhu is consistent with my hint. He should now be convinced that I am an Extraordinary.

With the official announcement that the case has been closed, my rash declaration that the devil dog has accomplices will definitely cause controversy and even attract the attention of the church, which will put me in danger... I have to find a way to remind him privately, and it's best to just

When distributing rewards, try to be as tactful as possible and give a reason to the source of the information...

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

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later.

Later, when He was walking in the garden of his own mansion in Trier, time in the entire city seemed to have slowed down, with a smell that made people want to sleep and read at the same time.

With white walls and red bricks, and the removal of the exaggerated gold decoration and various reliefs, the style of the house has become very peaceful, becoming the kind of place where you can spend a long, long time quietly doing something you like.

Trier has never had such an atmosphere, it is lively, unrestrained and hedonistic, and there is no sadness that cannot be dispelled by two days and two nights of carnival.

And Adela was standing there, under the largest tree in the garden, with her face raised, looking at the tree crown that blocked the sky and the sun, and she was lost in thought.

Somehow, He suddenly thought of something that happened a long time ago. In such a distant past, in all the lives He had experienced, he had never looked at a life seriously while acting and guiding. He didn’t understand love, but he understood

He also understood the pain of death and that it would bring pain to other individuals who cared about this individual. After a long, long time, He had regarded death as a blessing rather than a curse, and was therefore happy to welcome its arrival.

"...Don't cause any problems this time. Carefully adjust the weight of memory so that my doll truly believes it is a part of me."

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

At this time, Adela finally seemed to notice someone coming to her side. She showed a slight smile and seemed to be about to say something, but he never guessed that he interrupted her.

I will remember the time and travels I spent with you. He was not very expressive, but very serious: it was valuable, just like you.

Adela was stunned for a moment and fell into a long silence.

The lively girl didn't say anything in the end. It turns out that no matter how cheerful a person is, they can't even hear a word when they don't want to talk to you. But they still stood side by side for a while, breathing in the remaining traces of dreams in this city.

, watching them disappear in the light. Adela stood under the tree, the tiny spots of light falling on her face and hair became jewelry more beautiful than gold. She said nothing, and her green eyes were better than summer.

Green leaves. They didn't speak to each other anymore. Of course Meng couldn't speak.

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"Absurd...how boring."

TBC

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The article about my old love for cooking was full of color, flavor and taste. The author, who was eight in the morning and had not eaten breakfast, became more and more hungry as he wrote. Finally, he was so sad that he could no longer write.
Chapter completed!