Mystic Holy See

But this is what Aldridge really thinks. If he can't sleep at night and have nightmares, he can't sleep during the day.

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Abel raised his eyelids laboriously. He didn't seem to receive the meaning of Aldridge's words. Instead, he said, "Well, I'll think about it..."

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Aldridge was a little ashamed, and quickly asked, "You said you wanted to chat with me, what happened?"

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The "contradiction" between him and Abel originated from the corpse resources. Aldridge felt that his and Abel's way of thinking were not on the same channel, so he took the initiative to draw a distance.

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People who don't approve can't be friends.

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Abel's fingers moved a lot, and he was restless from the moment he sat down. Aldridge could read his restlessness and confusion.

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He said, "It's not a big deal... that is, I think I need to chat with Lecturer Windsor Lang and ask if you have any suggestions."

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Aldridge was a little helpless, full of boring things that had nothing to do with him... But on the surface he still asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

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"About the remains." Abel muttered.

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"Abel," Aldridge rubbed his eyebrows and decided to tell the truth, "Why do you think Lecturer Windsor Lang is targeting you?"

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"Uh, about Andre? And about the utility room..."

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Aldridge waved his hand and said unceremoniously, "What does that have to do with you? It was Andre who couldn't control himself and caused this result. Lecturer Winsor Lang is angered and humiliated. You are blaming yourself. what?"

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Abel opened his mouth and said nothing, but there were more small movements of his fingers.

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"It's your fault to use the utility room, but you won't be punished to such a degree! Her extreme behavior mixed with personal emotions will not be recognized by anyone, neither will other lecturers, and neither will Dean Tang Huaisel. !"

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Aldrich clicked on the table and said seriously, "Go directly to the dean, and find a higher-level person in charge to solve this problem. She won't lose a piece of meat because of this. You don't need to feel sorry for her!"

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Abel was trained like a helpless child, and finally pulled the corner of his shirt and whispered, "I'll talk to her..."

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"Have a good chat, be like a man!" Aldridge dropped the last sentence and kicked him out of the office.

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Aldridge muttered, "This guy's problem shouldn't be Windsorron's."

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Abel's state is a bit like a frightened bird, hesitant, if the nightmare is true...

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You can't have nightmares just because you don't have a body, right?

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Something more serious should have happened, and it was also related to the lack of corpses. Abel took the re-acquiring of corpse resources as a means to solve the problem.

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Hmm, why do you suddenly have a bad premonition?

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Aldridge suddenly thought of the voice he heard when he met Abel in the corridor that night, and the suicide mentioned by the Windsor Long lecturer...

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"Forget it," Aldridge shook his head, "my own business is more important."

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He decided to go to the Sapphire Chamber of Commerce to buy a wave of materials before picking up Eve.

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Before Sunderland and Michael set off to Brando, the capital of Master Ferro, he had to prepare 'equipment' for the core members of the mysterious Holy See.

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Although he was not young in his previous life, apart from going to the hospital and being a single dog in a dead house, the soul of the second sickness will also burn.

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After tossing until almost 12 noon, Aldridge finally returned to the Sea Voice Orphanage, ready to pick up Eve.

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But just after getting close to Eve for a while, Herbert found him.

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"That matter, I agreed." Herbert said straight to the point.

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He was talking about buying materials for Aldridge.

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Aldridge smiled and stretched out his hand, "It's a pleasure to work with."

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Herbert seldom shook hands with people, so he shook hands with Aldrich unnaturally, and said, "I will live in the courtyard in the future, you can just come here and find me directly."

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"Okay."

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Aldrich looked at Carula, who was smiling brightly and swept away the grudges of the past, and thought, isn't this beautiful to her?

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If something happens...

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Oh, there is no Germany here.

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There is an orthopaedic department, Spurzi orthopaedic department or something.

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Aldridge thought about the materials needed in the plan, and said, "There will be one in the near future, but don't worry, you can rest for two more days."

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Herbert nodded, "Okay."

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"Herbert, don't chat with that kid, come and help me hang my clothes!" Carula called from the side.

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Herbert felt a little helpless, and replied dully.

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Aldridge shrugged and led Eve away.

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"What would you like to eat at noon?" Aldrich lowered his head and asked Eve affectionately as he walked, "Fish? Steak?"

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Every time she said one, the little girl nodded, as if she was happy to eat anything.

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Aldridge couldn't help touching the little guy's brown silky hair. Children from orphans understand the importance of food better.

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Picky eating does not exist.

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At this moment, a shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye, and he disappeared at the corner of the street.

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Aldrich frowned, always feeling that the flashing shadow was a little familiar.

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When passing by the intersection, he turned his head to take a look, but didn't see the shadow again.

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Aldridge didn't think much of it and took Eve to lunch.

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April 29, Thursday.

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After Michael settled in Tina, he hurried to Dylan's house, and Mr. Black Mamba told her to meet there at 8 o'clock.

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The hurried steps caused the wind to ruffle her hair, and the hideous facial skin was visible in the hair, always attracting the attention of the people around her, but Michaeli no longer cared about these gazes.

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She has changed a lot.

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After being funded by Mr. Black Mamba, her financial situation improved, and she moved out of the disgusting Black Grass Street.

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The most important thing is that she has a comfortable body and hope, and self-confidence is born.

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The me who was struggling to survive and who was recognized by my mentor was a unique soul, not something ordinary people could compare to!

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Mother would also like Michaelis like this.

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"But I still wish I was a little more beautiful." Michaeli would sometimes think unwillingly, but only sometimes.

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"Maybe Mr. Tutor has a solution. I will have the opportunity to ask in the future. Every time I see my tutor, Dylan... Well, Mr. Black Mamba is also there, so I can't ask."

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Michaeli was determined to summon the courage to ask, even if it was a task in exchange.

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After straightening her hair, Michael knocked on the door, expecting the door to open.

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"coming?"

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The person who opened the door was Mr. Black Mamba~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he just arrived.

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Mickey was a little disappointed, but still greeted respectfully, "Good evening, Mr. Black Mamba."

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Mr. Black Mamba has no expression and is very dignified... He is also a trustworthy senior. I hope that we can get closer together on this mission.

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Michaeli thought about it, followed the Black Mamba into the living room, and saw Dylan pouring water.

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"Good evening, Michael." Dylan straightened up and said hello with a smile.

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"Good evening, Dylan." Michael felt that his face was a little red, and he quickly lowered his head.

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It's always been like this lately.

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But, you're a few years older than Dylan, Michelle... she thought with a bit of melancholy.

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