"It's finally over." After waking up from deep meditation, Snow gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. This time, Bai Ma Fei Ma's reaction was far more violent than before.
It was so intense that he even thought Father Maozi was looking for him personally.
"It should be just a simple detection of the Sunset Death House. Father Maozi shouldn't care about the life or death of one or two killers or baits. As long as Duke Negan is dead as he wishes, there will be no other problems."
Snow sighed slightly. Although he could also borrow Made in Heaven to directly counter divination, and then let those dead people enjoy the most popular hymn to God at the moment, but considering that this might cause Adam to be wary in advance, so that next
Even though his plan failed, he still chose to bear the pain himself.
Asking the maid to prepare bath water and clean clothes, Snow soaked himself in the warm water, feeling the fatigue gradually dissipating, feeling the oxygen depleting little by little, and his brain slowly emptied, no longer thinking about it.
Those conspiracies and calculations.
In this ethereal state, the All-Promise Council gradually calmed down. Except for a few consciousnesses that clamored "Sleep to paralyze you and get high", most of them fell into a lazy and leisurely state.
Snow, who had confirmed that he could not unify his consciousness by conventional means, temporarily gave up on taking the initiative to commit suicide because he realized that as long as he was not really facing a desperate situation, those fun-loving souls would definitely hold on to the idea of "you won't really die anyway"
Thoughts, trying their best to keep jumping on the edge of death.
Only a real accident can make them become completely well-behaved.
"It seems like I have to leave the comfort zone of Backlund."
Snow muttered in his heart, raised his head out of the water, and breathed in the fresh air. The abundant supply of oxygen made his brain work quickly again, and the new plan was gradually completed.
"But it's not possible now. We have to wait at least another month or two..."
The plan in Snow's mind was gradually perfected, but as Zhenzao's gaze fell on him, he understood that it was time for him to go back and make pianos for Heaven.
Putting on a loose bathrobe, Snow stepped on the fluffy and soft carpet and returned to the piano room with bare feet. Listening to Made in Heaven's constant murmurs of dissatisfaction, Snow shook his head slightly and sat on the piano bench.
As the notes jumped from one note to another, the babble made in heaven gradually calmed down and was replaced by a gentle humming along with the melody. Although the sound was still mixed with some pollution, it was already within the acceptable range of normal extraordinary people.
Seeing the expression on the face of the little man hanging upside down on the reverse cross becoming more and more peaceful and gentle, the corners of Snow's mouth slightly raised, and the night passed so smoothly...
…
"Dingling bell..."
The pleasant doorbell rang, because the limelight has been tight recently, and Lily, who had not gone out to perform, quickly ran to the door and opened the door. Recently, she had not received any tasks from Snow, which made her have doubts about her little fish.
Some concerns.
As a smart cat, she will not treat her owners as incompetent people who go out early and come back late every day but cannot bring back prey like their stupid counterparts. She clearly knows that the prey named "Golden Pound" is
How difficult it is to get, so she will do her best to prevent Snow from raising other cats.
Click!
The door handle twisted, and two familiar figures appeared in the field of vision, and a look of disgust appeared on Lily's face.
As extraordinary people, the two people outside the door naturally caught Lily's eyes.
"Xio, do you feel that this cat despises us?" Forsi looked at Xio with a strange expression next to him, who had managed to lift himself up to 1.58 meters tall. Xio glanced at her, and then said helplessly.
:
"You read that right, but did we offend her in any way?"
"Of course, that silly witch can still make some money occasionally, you two are just in debt!"
Lily rolled her eyes humanely, but had no intention of speaking in front of others. She turned around disdainfully and landed lightly on the ground.
Although it was a bit unacceptable to be despised by a cat, the two people who attended the "Mr.
He followed her into the room.
"Welcome, Miss Fors, Miss Xio, may I help you?"
Sitting in front of the sofa, Snow made a cup of tea for the two of them, with a commercial smile on his face.
Xio held up the teacup, sniffed the unique fragrance of the high-grade tea, took a sip with enjoyment, and then said:
"Mr. Snow, I want to ask about the reward for followers of The Fool."
"Um..." Snow's eyes raised slightly. Although it was indeed only more than a month since he announced the reward, is it a bit strange to ask after such a long time?
Snow turned his gaze to Forsi, and saw Forsi winking at him. He understood something in his heart, and then chuckled:
"You don't have to worry about this. It has nothing to do with you. To be precise, the entire Backlund is looking for Fool followers. If I don't look for them, I will attract attention. Do you understand?"
"What did I say?" Forsi's acting skills were very good and he completed his true performance, and said lazily:
"I told you it was no problem, but you insisted on asking. Haha, I might as well sleep more while I have this time."
Looking at Forsi who was yawning as he spoke, Snow raised the corners of his mouth slightly, suppressed the joking that seemed to be integrated into his voice, and asked in a very normal tone: "Speaking of this...
Ms. Fors, how did you do with the tasks assigned to you before?"
Hearing Snow's question, Forsi suddenly trembled and said immediately:
"It's almost, it's almost. However, the last book only recommended Phantom Blood. Isn't it a bit too obvious to publish another book recommending combat trends so soon? Some tidbits have begun to appear.
Good content.”
"Please don't worry about this. I have some relationships with the directors of several mainstream newspapers in Backlund. Just mention it to them later. You don't have to worry about it affecting your reputation. I will make this a business practice for the publishing house."
." Snow still had a faint smile on his face, but Forsi was a little worried about the excuse for failure.
Is she worried about those gossips? She just wants to wait a few more days, okay?
Do you know how painful it is to be driven by your conscience to write every day?
Xio, who was extremely familiar with Forsi, certainly knew what his best friend was thinking. While he was snickering in his heart, he had no sympathy at all. Didn't he deserve to have his conscience pricked because of laziness?
She turned her attention to Snow again, and then revealed her true intention of coming here:
"Mr. Panredax, I am now a Sequence 8 Sheriff, so, regarding the debt..."
