Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 119 Death and Life

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The past two days have been very comfortable, man-made disasters are imminent, and the faint joy of the New Year is like a layer of tulle that hides disasters.After returning from Faye Manor, he accompanied Amon to a jewelry store to fulfill the previous promise, and then there was no schedule around the New Year.

With no visitors, no entrustment, and no Klein who suddenly appeared, the demon felt that his life had returned to peace and he was satisfied.

Amon is still staying at the Aurora Society today, and he probably won't be back until the afternoon.

They have already gone out, and there is no reason to go back. Edward decided to simply settle his lunch outside, buy some food, and then go back.

He came a little late, and the steak and butter bread that are the staple food of the day have been sold out, leaving only some desserts.

Angels don't need to eat, so Edward doesn't plan to ask the back kitchen to make another meal.He walked around the buffet table. Although most people had finished eating, the dessert area was still full and full of beautiful things.

Edward took a Feysac-flavored eggnog and a simple plain muffin, intending to spend the afternoon leisurely.After returning to his seat and taking a sip of eggnog, Edward's expression twisted instantly. The overly sweet taste exploded in his mouth like a bomb. There was no taste of eggs, milk, or wine at all, and the sweetness completely overwhelmed everything. Only the candy smell that Loen people love most is left.

This Feysac-flavored eggnog is completely misnamed. It should be called Loen's special sugar water.Edward pushed it to the other side of the table, poured a glass of boiled water with soft egg muffins, and felt the taste recover after several bites.

In the dessert area, sugar water is quite popular, and you can often see gentlemen or ladies from Ruen going to pick it up.

The flavor of Feysac...Edward chewed on the muffins, trying to recall in his heart that the last time he lived in Feysac for a long time was before Roselle landed, almost 300 years ago, and the short-term trip to Feysac was the most recent The thing happened almost 50 years ago.

When he was considering which country to settle in, he went to this country that believed in the God of War, stayed in a coastal city for decades, and then felt that he had no intention of living.It feels that there is not much change compared with 300 years ago, and Lunburg and Feneport are too small to forge documents and identities many times, so they finally chose Ruen.

Feysac's winemaking industry is very developed, because the northern region is cold and needs spirits to warm up.

Flavored eggnog is best paired with pan-fried ibex chops, lamb chops and lamb shoulder.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 the unique rough style of Feysac.

Eggnog is a low-purity drink specially improved for foreign guests. It retains the delicate and sweet taste of steamed eggs. It is made by steaming and fermenting cream, yak milk, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Although the taste and texture have been improved to make it easier for tourists with different tastes to accept, the purity of the alcohol has not decreased much. Three cups is equivalent to blowing a bottle of Nepos.

Edward chewed on the muffins, and looked up at the dessert area, wanting to see if there were any foods he liked, such as tiramisu and mille-feuille.Then I saw a person taking a glass of eggnog from there, happily walking towards me.

The demon's chewing action paused for a moment. He almost didn't see the man's face clearly, because a huge cobra wrapped around his body, twisting his upper body and shoulders tightly. His sharp fangs swayed in his heart.

"... Talim."

Even without a voice to compare, Edward called out his name accurately.

The young man who smiled happily immediately nodded in response: "See you again, Mr. Vaughan!"

"I went to the theater yesterday and found that the play you wrote is already being rehearsed. I bought a ticket for the premiere, but my savings are only enough for me to watch it in the eighth row. Speaking of which, what did you write about this play?" Is it based on anecdotal stories from historical wars?"

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

"No, that's too sweet."

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

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Talim seemed to be extremely excited today, his face was flushed, and he didn't hear Edward's hidden meaning of seeing off the guests. Instead, he seemed to want to chat a little more.He took a sip of the eggnog he was holding, and his face turned red, whether it was because of happiness or alcohol:
"Do you know what it's like to really like someone?"

Edward raised his eyebrows, but 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 ring marks. You are really a gentleman who is loyal to marriage and love."

"...You are too famous." Edward immediately entered the state of acting. Leaving scars and not marrying a wife were originally the decisions after their discussions. Devil, it is natural to make good use of all factors.The devil organized his language, and lamented in a very natural and authentic manner, "My wife is unique to me."

"She was hot, beautiful and bold, and I haven't seen her like her since she died."

"It sounds like a blooming flower, she is really a beautiful lady that people can't help but want to get close to." Talim was moved, and he expressed his feeling with sugar water, "Excuse me, she The way you smile must be very dazzling. It is because you have met such a lady that you can no longer separate your heart to accept the next one?"

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

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

"Speaking of which, Mr. Vaughn, I have finally found the lady I really love."

He smiled happily, as if immersed in a sweet love affair: "She is a beautiful and quiet girl, delicate and simple, like a light-colored deep sleep flower. Just looking at her side face, I can feel peace of mind She sits quietly in the garden, the garden becomes her background. Her every move touches my heart, seeing her smile makes me feel so beautiful in the world. God, seeing her depressed, my heart My heart also seems to be cut by a knife. At this time, I hope to help her share some pain, but I also hope that her sorrow will last a little longer, because only then will she open her heart to me. I want to help She wiped away tears, but I'm not eligible because she didn't choose me."

Edward listened to the other party's sudden long speech like listening to a story, as if he had used all his life's language attainments at this moment.

There is no way, people who fall in love are always so emotional, his tone is 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 a teacher, Impromptu compose a tactful love song.

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

So what are you doing silly 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, couldn't feel what Edward meant at all today. He was still blushing and said with happiness in his eyes: "She deserves someone better, 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."

Talim smiled openly, "As expected, you can understand me."

"Talking to you has always made me happy, thank you for being willing to listen to so many immature things from me. I should go, I have classes in the afternoon."

Glancing at the wall clock on the wall, the equestrian coach left as if waking up from a dream.Edward didn't stop him, and the other party quickened his pace to the corner of the restaurant, where he continued to eat plain egg muffins slowly.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound from behind, as if a heavy object fell to the ground.After two seconds of silence, there were women's screams and men's frantic footsteps and shouts.

Edward glanced sideways slightly, and saw that Talim, who was talking happily in front of him a minute ago, had fallen to the ground, and the huge black snake that was cursed by the witch on his body disappeared without a trace.

he died.

The waiter had already notified the church and the police station, and one of the diners knelt down to check Talim's situation, then shook his head silently, indicating that he no longer needed to call an ambulance.

The demon wasn't interested, and didn't even bother to look back.He sat in his seat, regretted that he hadn't left a few minutes earlier, and began to think about what to say in the confession to express his sadness.

"I feel very sad." Edward said to himself in a voice that no one heard, and sighed naturally, making a sad expression, "Mr. Talim is so young, and there are countless possibilities for his future, but Because...the heart stopped beating? I died young, I really..."

He sighed again, unable to bear to speak further.And looking at the reflection of his face on the metal edge of the table corner, he read a few lines, and then pressed his eyebrows down to better express his sadness.

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In the evening, after returning home from get off work at the office, Mr. Jurgen Cooper returned to his residence in a public carriage, but he did not open the door to enter the house immediately. Instead, he walked a little longer and came to No. 15 Minsk Street.

He frowned and stared at the dark mansion, feeling something was wrong.The "Master is not here" sign on the door has been hanging for two or three days, and it was shaken by the wind.Detective Sherlock Moriarty's newspapers had filled the letterbox, but Sherlock still hadn't returned.

The whereabouts of private detectives often have a lot of randomness, because they often need to do some things like squatting and tracking.

Jurgen knew this, so he wasn't too surprised by Mr. Sherlock's sudden disappearance.But the grandmother, whose illness had been relieved by Sherlock's potion, kept nagging about wanting the kind young man to come to dinner again, so Jurgen took this matter to heart.Because the winter is getting colder, for grandma's consideration, they will soon leave Backlund and go to the relatively warm coast.

Moreover, there are only more than two days, and there is no case of disappearance, and there is no peculiar smell, so he cannot go to the Sivelas court to file a case... Jurgen thought this way with the usual thinking of a lawyer.He stopped for a while, then turned and walked to his own home, where Mrs. Doris was still waiting for him to go back to supper.

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When the crimson moon reached the mid-heaven, in room 15 of Minsk Street, the body lying reclined at the entrance suddenly changed.

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

I saw that the stagnant heart gradually regained its vitality and began to contract and beat slowly. Driven by the heart, the stagnant blood began to flow again after dozens of hours. The dead muscles became soft again.

If you connect a heart rate tester at this time, you will find that Klein Moretti, who has been dead for two days, has a small fluctuation in the heartbeat in a straight line.Then the ups and downs became bigger and bigger, and the heartbeat quickly changed from undetectable to powerful and strong in just a few seconds.

Finally, when he reached a critical point, Klein suddenly took a breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Cough... ah!"

Klein, who had just been resurrected, hadn't accurately grasped his current situation. He moved his fingers instinctively, and after his fingertips touched a cold and smooth glass object in his hand, his consciousness suddenly recovered.

Captain... Captain Dunn... Klein took a few breaths and slowly raised his head.

He saw the red moonlight falling in the distance, as if in a lifetime.He didn't even have much joy in the rest of his life, only the fear and fear of facing the devil before death.Due to maintaining a posture for a long time, Klein felt that his thighs and back were completely numb and cold.

Who would have thought that Edward Vaughn was actually the demon who helped the evil god "True Creator" descend in Tingen?

Who would have thought that he was actually a fellow countryman?

Careless, too careless, Edward Vaughn did not hesitate to act against him, but his vigilance was reduced to the limit because of his "citizen". He had clearly learned from the demon Jason Beria, but he had never thought of it The other party may just be pretending!
I actually believed in a devil!
This oversight was fatal, and he did pay with his life.

Klein was in a complicated mood. Thanks to the special ability of the gray fog space, he was lucky this time and didn't die, but he didn't know that such a magical power would be enough to kill him a few more times.

He tried his best to turn over and sit upright, calming down his heartbeat and breathing.Klein picked up the glass bottle in his hand, and saw that it was gray inside, so he tried to send some spirituality into it, and immediately felt that he had established a quite solid connection with the glass bottle and the soul in the glass bottle.He felt that he could completely control Dunn's soul, and he could completely erase this spirit body with just one thought. He was sure that he could still control the other party's thoughts, and he would definitely obey even if he gave an order that violated the other party's nature. .

After understanding all this, Klein immediately let go of it and put it aside, raising his vigilance to the highest level in his heart, not daring to touch that wonderful yet terrifying feeling that could completely control a person's life and soul.

This is the power of the devil?No, the devil will extend different abilities according to its own characteristics. Jason Beria has no reference value. It should be said that this is the power of "Edward Vaughan"...control?capture?or something else?How did he kill me?
Why did he want to kill me?Because of the gray mist, or because I divined him?He didn't do anything at the time, and only paid a sudden visit later. It seems that he knows what the gray fog is...

This sudden death made Klein wake up as if he had been thrown into icy water, and caught off guard a terrifying corner of the Extraordinary World.He suddenly realized that he was actually the same as Roselle, relying on the gray mist or the knowledge of human civilization, to somewhat disdain the rules of this world.This incident made him realize that he can no longer have too much affection for anyone or anything.If the biggest feeling for him after the Tingen incident was the sense of powerlessness caused by his own weakness, then now it is pure panic, panic, helplessness, and even no thought of struggling because of the great gap in strength.

Klein just wants to lie flat now.

Killing Ince Zangwill, who has become a demigod, is already a distant goal. Taking revenge on an angel, is this really something that a Sequence Seven with a normal mind should consider now?

I don't want to move, I don't want to struggle, He will crush me to death a hundred times and it will not be more difficult than crushing an ant, and the resurrection ability I can rely on may fail the next time... Why, why do I always encounter to something like this...

Is it because of the fog?I don't want that thing at all, if it's the root of everything, whoever wants it, take it!

Anyone can take it, as long as it allows me to go back, I want to go home... Klein covered his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed vigorously.

The glass bottle shook, making a loud sound in the silent room.Klein looked down, and saw Dunn's blurred face appearing on the glass bottle, looking worriedly at this depressed stranger who had come back from the dead.

This time, Klein heard what Dunn said:
"Are you ok?"

...Klein wiped his face even harder, and forced a smile, "Yes."

Yes, and the captain.Maybe the captain can still be saved, Miss Daly must still be grieving over the death of the captain, Tingen’s revenge has not been avenged, I can’t be depressed now... Even if I can’t avenge Edward Vaughan, I will at least do my best Do what you can.

Klein cheered himself up and regained some energy.

He took off the citrine pendant from his wrist, and divination "safe tonight", and got an affirmative answer.The nerves that had been tense all this time finally relaxed. Klein forced himself to stand up, went to the bathroom to wash his body briefly, and then returned to the living room despite his tiredness.

The weather was cold, but as soon as he lay down under the blanket, Klein felt overwhelmingly tired. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

TBC
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Klein, dignified resurrection!

(End of this chapter)