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

Chapter 53 Chatting with Senior Edward

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

The carriage didn't drive directly, like others of the same kind, but stopped, and stopped in front of Klein!Klein narrowed his eyes and was ready to fight, but neither the "Seer"'s spiritual intuition nor the "Joker"'s premonition of battle gave him any warning of danger.

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

Maric... Klein recognized him.That is Maric who manipulates the living corpse, Miss Sharron's companion!
Wearing only a white shirt and black vest, Maric, who didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed to the carriage, motioning for Klein to get up.Klein hesitated for a moment, wanting to take off the pendulum on the spot and do a divination.

At this moment, a figure appeared from behind Maric, wearing a complex black court 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 harm me, she can do it easily. She can directly crawl out of the wall behind me... Klein thought for a while, then took two steps forward pretending to be casual, opened the compartment door, and walked up.

After he sat down firmly, the carriage drove slowly, not knowing where it was going.

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

Klein replied frankly: "I would like to contact you and ask if there are any books on mysticism. It is best to go deeper. You know, I lack similar knowledge."

Maric looked over with those eyes that were always full of malice, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "We have indeed mastered a lot of mystic knowledge, such as the "Book of Secrets" by Karaman Witch King, but you What can I get in exchange?"

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

"Or do you need something else?"

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

"In exchange for a favor."

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

Carefully cut pork and cabbage with crispy bones into the meat filling, and add chopped cabbage to remove fishy smell and enhance flavor.Add two eggs, a little refined salt, stir, and add water in small amounts several times.Knead the dough, cut out the skin, roll the chopsticks and rub your hands together to create a delicate wonton.The thief used Amon No. 5 to steal the big bone soup that was being boiled for three hours, and the aroma suddenly came out through the crack of the kitchen door and permeated the entire restaurant.

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

Edward is doing supper with a very leisurely attitude.A metal pole had just been erected in the living room, and on it stood a brown and white owl.His orange eyes were slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap, and the fluffy and soft feathers made his hands itchy uncontrollably.

"The situation of the Life School is a bit special, ha, if you get any news, I'm even willing to buy it."

After being released by Sharon and Maric, Klein almost immediately thought of the reliable Mr. Edward.But they have already signed a notarial deed, and the content of the agreement cannot be leaked, so Klein explained the matter as simply as possible.Of course, if Edward figured out the details himself, it wouldn't be considered Klein's leak.

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

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

"That's the common oriental delicacy Roselle 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 10 minutes, the wind chime hanging on the kitchen door rang.Klein stretched his neck to look, and saw a light gray shadow floating steadily over with a large bowl, put the food on the table in front of him, and then disappeared.Klein wasn't too surprised, thinking that this should be something like a spirit body driven by Miss Daly.

Edward closed the kitchen door, put down his rolled-up sleeves as he walked, and greeted him pleasantly: "It's been a long time since I made wontons. You should try it. I wanted to make dumplings, but I don't have enough time."

"……it is good."

"There are vinegar and chili on the table, you can add your own."

"Ok."

Klein rubbed his hands nervously. He originally wanted to do a divination to see if the food handled by the angel would become a sealed item, but he felt that it would be impolite to do so in front of others, let alone if the other party really wanted to be right. He is disadvantaged, and there is no need to wait until now.

In the milky white broth, there are light yellow oil stars floating on the surface and a few shallots dotted on it. Klein's voice became a little ambiguous just by feeling this familiar aroma rushing into his nostrils.He held up the soup bowl carefully, took a sip of the soup solemnly, felt the rich and fresh fragrance spreading in his mouth, and his eye sockets were quietly reddened by the smoke in the curling white mist.His brown eyes stared unblinkingly at the wontons floating on top of the hot soup, and he fell into his own thoughts.

This kind of food used to be found in breakfast shops all over the streets and alleys of the city. The price is cheap and the ingredients are simple. It is so common that it goes deep into every aspect of life without attracting attention.Now in another world, this kind of food and modern civilization seem to have never existed. Klein's novelty of Western food only existed for a short time, and he still longed for the familiar taste and familiar food.

Edward thoughtfully gave him the time to savor supper and be filled with emotion, and silently pulled out the chair and sat down.The owl flapped its wings and flew over, consciously landing on the back of the chair beside him.

"Thank you." After about 5 minutes, Klein slowly left his world.Seeing his sensual eyes and fluctuating mood, Edward keenly felt a non-existent "favorability increase!" prompt sound, and this is a good time to communicate.

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After some chatting, Klein thought of the latest news.

"The Backlund police have notified that the murderer of the serial murder case was arrested and brought to justice, and he was shot dead on the spot."

"The police are very fast. I thought it would take a while." Edward nodded, appreciating slightly, "When did the members of the Beria family be caught? I didn't even hear anything about it. See This time the church and the police cooperated perfectly."

"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?"

The two looked at each other, and Edward reacted first: the people of the church found the body of the dog he had deliberately left behind, and deduced from the clues that it was the real murderer.The death of the murderer was then officially announced, dissipating the shadow of terror that had disgraced Sieveras Field and hung over the church and ordinary people.But their information on demons was too scarce, and they didn't think about the Beria family at all, and they didn't think that this family had always had the habit of cultivating animals as partners.

Besides, how could a dog appear out of nowhere and kill people swaggeringly?Is there no logic in this?They actually closed the case!So what did they kill?Killed the air?

Stupid dog!I wasted my bounty of two thousand pounds!

In other words, the members of the Beria family were still alone, unnoticed, and now was a good opportunity to hunt him... This idea flashed through Edward's mind, and then he was suppressed.He consciously let this idea stay at the level of thought, without further planning and preparation, so as not to arouse the crisis intuition of his hunting target.

After all, demons understand demons better. If the Patriarch of the Beria family is really bold enough 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 so stunned that he even forgot to pick up the spoon.correct!It suddenly occurred to him that no matter how smart the devil dog is, it is still an animal, and it is impossible to completely escape the pursuit of the strict human society. It can still get away with so many crimes committed by Backlund. In addition to the anti-divination characteristics of the devil itself, there are still people around it. There is a high probability of having other helpers.It is entirely possible to have a human being who is more cunning and experienced than the devil dog to guide and help the devil dog to cover and escape the church!Why no one thought of it!
If such a person really exists, the detectives and officials who have relaxed their vigilance are likely to attract revenge... The more Klein thought about it, the more likely it was. Private investigators who are ordinary people are definitely in danger!I have to find a way to inform Mr. Essinger as tactfully as possible!
Write immediately tomorrow morning?No, this will make Mr. Essinger suspicious. He already suspected that I am an Extraordinary, and the devil dog Fuzhu agrees with my hint. He should now confirm the fact that I am an Extraordinary.With the official announcement of the closure of the case, I hastily declared that Devil Dog and his accomplices will definitely cause controversy and even attract the attention of the church, which will put me in danger instead. ...I want to find a way to remind him in private, it is best to be as tactful as possible when distributing the reward, and find a reason for the intelligence source...

The two had their own thoughts for a while.

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later.

Later, when He walked in the garden of Trier's own mansion, the time in the whole city seemed to slow down, with a smell that made people want to sleep and read.

With white walls and red bricks, after removing the exaggerated gold decorations and various reliefs, the style of the house has become very peaceful, and it has become the kind of place where you can spend a long, long time doing something you like quietly.Trier has never had such an atmosphere, it is passionate, hedonistic, and there is no sadness that cannot be broken up by two days and two nights of carnival.

And Adele was standing there, standing under the biggest tree in the garden, looking up at the crown of the tree that covered the sky and the sun, lost in thought.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.In such a distant past, among the many lives he has experienced, he has never watched a life seriously while playing and guiding.He does not understand love, but understands the pain of death, and the pain that death brings to other individuals who care about that individual.And much, much later, He has welcomed death as a blessing rather than a curse, and therefore welcomes it.

"...Don't go wrong this time, carefully adjust the proportion of memory, so that my doll truly believes that it is a part of me."

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

At this moment, Adele seemed to have finally noticed that someone had come to her. She showed a faint smile, as if she was about to say something, but he never guessed—he interrupted her.

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

Adele froze for a moment and fell into a long silence.

The lively girl didn't say anything in the end, and it turns out that even the most cheerful people don't want to hear a word when they don't want to talk to you.But they stood side by side for a moment, breathing in the remaining traces of the city's dreams and watching them fade in the light.Adela stood under the tree, the fine spots of light falling on her face and hair became more beautiful jewelry than gold, she said nothing, her green eyes were better than green leaves in summer.Neither of them spoke to each other.Of course dreams don't speak.

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"Absurd...how boring."

TBC
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The author who writes about the old love of cooking is full of color and fragrance, and the author who is eight in the morning and has not eaten breakfast is getting hungrier and hungry, and finally feels sad because he can't continue writing.

Adele and Russell, two old hot stocks, one has a daily limit and the other has a lower limit. Now everyone can consider buying some other stocks. (?

But in the final analysis, there is no CP, everyone just enjoy watching it.

(End of this chapter)