13 Mink Street

"Ha, you lost again!"

Judea raised her jaw and looked at Borg, who had just been knocked down by herself, with a victorious posture.

"Yes, I lost."

Borg stood up, first patted the dust off himself, and then checked the frostbite on his arms.

Facing the girl in front of him, he was used to losing, with a familiar wry smile on his face.

The head of the old Anderson family has been depressed by one thing for more than half a year, that is, although the appearance of the young master of the Inmeles family has revived the Allen Manor, which was on the verge of ruin, everything is now developing in a good direction. Members can obtain better training resources than in the past... But the blood talent of family members cannot be replenished casually.

Especially every time he saw that black cat, the ancestor who could hang a portrait of a cat in his study, old Anderson felt a strong sense of shame.

How high-spirited the ancestors were back then, and how glorious the family was back then.

Old Anderson once read a diary of a contemporary male ancestor. In the diary that day, the male ancestor wrote a sentence with great remorse:

"Today's meeting of the core members of the family to discuss the next development plan of the family, I was not able to attend, because members of the family's belief system above level 6 are eligible to enter the meeting room.

Alas, I'm forty years old, and I'm still stuck at level 5, what a waste I am. "

Only level 6 and above can participate in the family core meeting. The ancestor who was level 5 lamented in his diary that he was a waste.

Old Anderson used to lament that if this ancestor could live two hundred years longer, he would find that at level 5 he could directly be the head of the family.

After all, before Karen came to Allen Manor, the upper and lower clansmen in the whole manor, the highest was only level 3, trembling in the face of the backlash from the former slave family.

Although his granddaughter Eunice awakened the family's belief system at the cost of lethargy for half a year, and she was level 5 when she woke up, but old Anderson would not regard Eunice as a pure "Alan" clansman now, waiting for her to get married Later, she was going to change her surname to "Inmeles".

Furthermore, this granddaughter of mine doesn't seem to care much about cultivation, she has an excellent talent, but likes to spend time on those "meaningless" things.

But old Anderson didn't dare to say anything about it. After all, his granddaughter's "family mission" was done very well. For the current Allen Manor, the most important thing is to let "Master Cullen" go home often.

So right now, it is actually a bastard and an illegitimate child who can really be seen as the next generation of the family's outstanding practitioners.

Judeya is a bastard from the royal family, and she doesn't shy away from her chaotic blood relationship, just like a football player who has multiple nationalities, but she finally played on behalf of Allen Manor;

Borg is a child born to a prostitute in a collateral branch of the family. Old Anderson knows very well that this child has a deep hatred for the Allen family in his heart, and this kind of hatred cannot be completely filled no matter how the family makes up for it the day after tomorrow. flat.

Judea put her hips on her hips and said proudly: "It is impossible for you to beat me, and you will never be able to."

The blood of the royal family and the inheritance of Earl Recar gave Judea a very strong psychological advantage when facing the illegitimate son of Borg.

At this time, a figure hung down from the tree next to it, with its head down and one foot hooked to a branch. It was Philomena.

"ah!"

Judea was taken aback. She really didn't realize that there was a person hiding beside her when she and Borg were exchanging daily lessons.

Philomena holds a pen in her left hand and a notebook in her right.

Alfred spent two days giving Vic and Leon a "preparatory course";

Then, he called all the believers back to Allen Manor, and started this study session.

Philomena, who just finished a half-day study session, is currently writing a "report on experience" according to Alfred's request.

I am used to the hand holding the knife, but when I hold the pen again, it seems extremely jerky and difficult.

But she didn't dare to violate it, because Alfred said that everyone's experience would be submitted to Karen for reading.

She misses Richard a little bit. If Richard is here, she can ghostwrite this for herself. He can't write and can call Jerry for help.

"Hey, who the hell are you!"

After pulling back a distance, Judea pointed at Philomena and shouted.

Borg was taken aback for a moment, and he immediately guessed the identity of the woman in front of him, because he was in charge of the message transmission between the manor and Master Karen.

However, Borg didn't say anything.

Philomena, who was still hanging upside down, looked at Judea and said, "He's hiding his strength from you."

"What?" Judea looked surprised.

"You can't beat him, he lost to you on purpose."

"You nonsense!" Judea became angry.

"Not only did he hide his strength, but he also deliberately gave up attacking your weak point. He stopped three times, so you will always ignore your own weak point in your sparring with him, and that weak point is likely to let you in the future. In a battle that could have been easily won... directly died."

"You..." Judea pointed at Philomena, "What are you bastard talking about...AHHH!!!"

"Crack!"

The finger pointing at Philomena was broken into an exaggerated arc.

Philomena landed with a calm expression.

Judea looked at her broken finger in shock, and shouted angrily as she stepped back, "You bastard, how dare you treat me..."

"Buzz!"

The distance that had already been opened turned into a joke in an instant. Before Judeya could even see what happened, she was lifted up by the girl who was older than herself by grabbing her neck with one hand.

"Number one, it's rude to point your finger at someone."

"you……"

"Second..." Philomena tilted her head, "Second, I can't think of it for now."

"boom!"

Judeya was thrown to the ground, and the ground was immediately smashed into a half-hole. Judeya's clothes were broken and her head was bleeding.

Then, Philomena lifted Judea up again, threw it into the air, and then took advantage of the momentum:

"Snapped!"

Judea was kicked and flew like a golf ball that was successfully hit.

When Judea was about to fall to the ground, Philomena appeared next to her first, then reached out and grabbed her hair, and pulled her back with a "whoosh".

During the quick tugging, Judea's frontal body had a long-lasting close contact with the soft grass on the ground. When Philomena let go, Judea fell down on the dirty ground like a human being. A mixture of mud and blood.

Judeya was terrified. She was just like a sandbag, and she was beaten helplessly. The speed and strength of the woman in front of her were completely beyond her perception.

"I'm still angry, but I know that if I kill you, I will have to write a report, so I endured it."

This is a very straightforward statement, which not only crushed Judeya's confidence in strength, but also crushed her in reality.

In fact, this little girl who grew up in the royal family has always had a bad temper. It can even be said that she has serious psychological problems. After entering the Allen Manor, old Anderson treated her very kindly.

In the manor, other people didn't dare to provoke Karen, but she dared to provoke her a few times. Although she was slapped and beaten by Karen, every time she saw Karen, she would deliberately put on a " Miss Ben is not convinced" expression.

She was afraid of Karen, but she couldn't help but want to maintain some ridiculous air of courage.

Karen actually didn't take her very seriously, and didn't really care about her.

But today, she met Philomena, a woman with a worse temper than her. This is probably the end of most arrogant people, because there will always be someone who is more arrogant than her and has a harder slap in the end. Come educate her.

In addition, Philomena really wanted to kill her, and her grandma would testify for her if she could be resurrected, because she didn't hesitate to kill herself.

...

"Family members, you should be disciplined or you must be disciplined."

"Yes, master, I understand." Old Anderson accompanied Karen standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, witnessing what just happened below.

Cold sweat was already dripping from the old owner's forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off, because this was the first time Karen expressed dissatisfaction with the manor.

"I'll let Eunice take over gradually..."

"No." Karen directly refused, "Unless she asks for it, let her live according to her own ideas."

"Yes, master."

"Dodo..." Alfred came.

Old Anderson immediately resigned. After walking out the door, he took out a handkerchief and began to wipe away his sweat.

"Master, the Mayor of Seuss officially resigns the day after tomorrow, and he doesn't plan to hold a farewell party."

"I don't plan to hold it, you mean, simply hold a small party?"

"Yes, that's right. The secretary of the district chief expressed the meaning of the district chief when he communicated with me. He wants to eat the meals you cooked by himself again."

"I see."

Seuss wanted to go quietly and gather in a small circle for a final farewell before leaving.

Karen turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down: "Then let's go back tomorrow."

Vacation time is always short.

"Besides, there are three other things that my subordinates need to report to you. The first thing is that the civil war of the Desert God Religion has officially started. There have been bloody confrontations in several holy places, and the massacres have begun as heretics. The scale is gradually expanding.

Chief Bourne's attendant conveyed the chief's meaning to his subordinates. He said that it is possible that Order will form a mediation team to intervene and mediate. If the mediation team has a place in the region, Chief Bourne would like to recommend Master, you go. "

"Um."

Karen nodded.

If there is any good thing, Bourne will think of himself, because he is still young and still has the possibility to break through the shackles. He himself is old and has no further hope in his position.

Of course, this kind of rebate from him also needs Karen's feedback, that is, the continuous binding cooperation between the Whip of Order and the Regional Management Office.

"The second thing is the news from Richard that Judge Gaspor himself has come to York City."

"So soon?" Karen was a little surprised. Seuss hadn't officially left the job yet, and the successor shouldn't come over in such a hurry at this time. It would embarrass Seuss and make himself look bad.

It stands to reason that since Seuss left his post the day after tomorrow, it would be most appropriate for Presiding Judge Gaspor to come back for another three days or so.

"Yes, this subordinate also thinks that it is very fast. It stands to reason that the presiding judge Gasper should not have done such an abrupt thing, so this subordinate believes that her early arrival should be for God Son Marvalho."

Karen touched the teacup handle a few times with her fingertips, and said, "Perhaps, she deliberately used this method to tell me, tell Bourne, tell the existing system we have established, that she is just here to fall in love and prepare Those who are married have no intention of fighting for power."

"Young master is wise, there is a possibility."

"However, who can tell clearly." Karen shook her head, "After all, she should not be a person who will get married and enjoy married life at ease. Maybe she is planning the next series of operations. Mess with the arrangements we had made with Suss."

"Master, the third thing is that your university admission notice has been issued, and you need to go to the Church of Order University in the Dingle region to go through the admission procedures within two weeks.

However, because you are enrolled on a temporary basis, you only need to complete a certain number of hours after registration, and the hours are not long, so you have plenty of time. "

"Well, I think I should complete the registration process before Gaspol officially takes office."

"Yes, so that when you officially meet the presiding judge Gaspar, you can change your name to 'Sister'."

This is not for flattery, but a political statement, showing that Karen does not want to fight with her, and is even willing to take the initiative to become the person in the line behind her.

Karen doesn't mind being labeled as a faction, because he is a big label himself, and the faction switching is to reduce pressure and confrontation and buy time for development.

"Young master, there is one other small matter, that is, the son of the Luna Sect, Saraina, sent us a question about the treatment of our Luna Sect's exchange priests."

Apparently, Saraina also found out that the group of young priests of the Luna Sect were obviously suppressed in terms of living conditions, cultivation resources, and work assignments.

The Dark Moon warriors have been organized into Whip of Order squads to carry out tasks, while these young priests of the Luna Sect were assigned to various grassroots departments to do chores, and many were even sent to the Academic Affairs Building Information desk in the lobby on the first floor.

"Has this month's payment come in?" Karen asked.

"She didn't dare to stop the calls, she was afraid that once they stopped, the benefits would drop further."

"There is no need for us to answer her question. After the presiding judge Gaspar officially takes office, let her answer it. After all, we are divided up and down."

Karen was not greedy for this income, but entered the welfare system of the headquarters through laundering vouchers, and it was impossible for her Gaspar to cut everyone's welfare as soon as she took office.

"Did you make an appointment for that?" Karen asked.

"The appointment was successful. Ashley's parents can perform surgery at any time. The surgery plan has been brought by Murray today, and his subordinates have already done preliminary research."

"Any research results?"

"Aisli's parents thoughtfully marked several difficulties and risks of the operation, and hoped that we could apply to the above and mobilize higher-level researchers, technicians and doctors to assist in the operation.

But this will inevitably cause you, young master, to be exposed during the operation. We cannot grasp those more senior researchers and technicians, and their eyes may also see through our cover.

Therefore, my subordinates suggest that you can summon Luo Ya once in the near future. There are too many artifacts and weapon spirits stored in the closed space, and some weapon spirits have survived for a long time. Program adjustment and optimization, the effect should be much better. "

"I'll call Luo Ya tonight."

Karen didn't want to delay.

"It's just that, young master, no matter how you improve the configuration of surgery, the risk still exists, and the symbiotic contract relationship involves your life and death."

Alfred wanted to persuade him again.

Karen shook her head,

said:

"But Pu'er can't wait...to turn back into a human."

...

Because the main color of the robe of order is black, wearing it will inevitably give people a sense of indifference and solemnity, but there are some people in this world whose feeling has nothing to do with the clothes they wear;

Marvalho felt that his fiancée was such a person.

The white shirt, the brown knee-length skirt, the let down hair, the bracelet earrings and even the lipstick have been smeared. It should be the kind of exquisite attire of urban white-collar workers that can make people imagine, but the result still gives people a cold feeling .

It's like the same dress that someone wears as a wedding welcome and someone else wears it as a funeral master of ceremonies.

Sitting on the sofa, Gaspole was flipping through the thick documents in front of him, which recorded the progress of various work in the York City region in the past year.

Marvalho sat on the chair opposite the sofa, with his legs together, his hands on his knees, swallowing his saliva from time to time and making a "hmm" sound in his throat. He looked like a primary school student who had made a mistake and sat in embarrassment in front of the class teacher.

His fiancée just came, appeared in his dormitory, knocked on the door, came in, sat down, and worked, without saying a word to himself.

Marvalho wants to contact his only good friend, Karen, to save the situation. Even if they talk about work, no, even if they directly quarrel or even fight about work and power, it is better than sitting here alone. "Cold Violence" is much better.

In short, he is suffering now, he feels that he is not the son of God, but a son.

When it was time for dinner, Gaspol took out two bottles of energy potions from his pocket, placed one bottle opposite, and unscrewed the cap of the other bottle to drink it in one gulp, and then continued to warm up in advance.

Marvalho: Damn it, does she even omit the part of eating?

After sitting for another hour, Marvalho finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and said:

"I'm going to bed."

His department is still being formed, and there is no work to do for the time being.

Gaspar didn't respond.

"Have you no lodging?" Marvalho asked.

Gaspar frowned slightly, apparently a little dissatisfied with the interruption of her work, she raised her head and looked at Marvalho.

Marvalho's heart skipped a beat, and a black boa constrictor curling its body and looking down at a little white mouse immediately appeared in his mind.

Most of Karen's impression of Presiding Judge Gaspol came from the contact in the trial court. Perhaps even Karen herself did not expect that Gaspol in the trial court was already the most "kind" in her life. One side.

"You sleep yours."

"Aren't you going out?" Marvalho asked.

"I'm your fiancee. I should live with you when I come here. Living in other places will have bad influence."

"I can't sleep with you here."

Marvalho believed that when he walked into the bedroom to sleep and looked at the light seeping in from the living room, he would definitely have the feeling that his mother was still working hard for the family's livelihood when he was resting.

"We're just engaged, not married. Pregnancy out of wedlock won't affect you well."

"what are you talking about!"

Did she understand that she wanted to sleep with her!

"After we get married, we want to have a baby as quickly as possible. I will pre-order the constant temperature culture syringe, and then you will get it out and pump it in by yourself, and I will type it in when I am working.

This will not delay my work, and the efficiency is also high. "

Marvalho: "..."

Immediately, Master Shenzi recalled what Karen had said to him, "How can a pig farm let high-quality blood flow out."

Karen, didn't you expect that I was deprived of even the most basic rights of breeding pigs, and she actually told me to use a syringe?

The anger of the Son of God was completely aroused, and he would not allow his dignity as the Son of God to be trampled on like this;

But when he was about to say something more blunt and harsher, he thought of what Karen said: Maybe, people reject this marriage more than you.

"Hehehe..."

Marvalho laughed.

Gaspar looked at him suspiciously.

"Being engaged to me has made you wronged. I know that you should look down on me, but neither you nor I can ask for the dissolution of the engagement, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Well, outside, we act together. We are an unmarried couple. When we get married in the future, we will look like a formal couple. At home, we will not affect each other's work and career. You know, after my department is established , I'll be busy too."

"Then what?"

"I just have one request. I don't need you to treat me like a son of God. Of course, I don't need you to treat me like a husband. But since we are forced to live under the same roof, at least we should Let’s achieve the basic respect similar to sharing roommates.”

"I understand what you mean. I will review my attitude just now." Gaspar stood up and apologized with a half-bow.

"I will also review my attitude since you entered the door." Marvalho also bowed in return.

"I'll sleep on that one first, the guest room is at the back, and it will be your room from now on."

"OK."

Marvalho breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards his bedroom. When he opened the door and was about to enter, he heard a voice from the living room behind him:

"Good night."

Marvalho turned his head and looked at her who was still working with her head down, and suddenly felt that she looked a little different from before, and she felt a little more beautiful.

Walking into the bedroom and closing the door, Marvalho slapped himself on the forehead:

"Damn, I'm hallucinating."

But soon, Marvalho realized that this was not an illusion, his eyes began to turn white, stars inlaid with gold rims appeared under his feet, and a halo was released from his body.

When I first accepted the inheritance, I dreamed almost every night during that time, and I kept digesting the memory information of that "adult". Later, I almost lost it, but now, I have a new trigger, and I can accept another period of that "adult" memory. A message from an "adult".

It was a voice, a conversation between two people:

"How does married life feel?"

"Tiranus, do you want to hear the truth?"

"What do you think."

"Our gods brought me back to life, so that I could see the world again; after I got married, I felt like I was lying in the grave again."