Mystic Holy See

"Mills, women have a good relationship."

The **** beauty finally gave up hooking up with Mills, and went to the table to tease with another tall boy who didn't look bad, and Aldridge came to the bar.

"Sometimes it's troublesome to look handsome, Aldridge, maybe it's hard for you to understand that." Mills pretended to be troubled.

"You should thank the great mother goddess well. You can live smoothly until now, and it is definitely the blessing of the mother goddess!" Aldridge pretended to be vicious and said.

"I really want to thank the mother goddess." Mills stroked his eyebrows to show his devotion.

For the first time, Aldridge felt that Mills was so disgusting, and said angrily, "Come to a glamour night!"

"Haha, I'll be fine soon."

"Have you chatted with Sunderland?" Mills said while bartending skillfully.

"Well, he's a bad guy." Aldridge raised his eyebrows, telling the truth.

Unsurprisingly, Mills said casually, "He wasn't like this before."

Aldridge doesn't care about this. He doesn't plan to make friends with Sunderland, and instead asks: "Are there any other businessmen to introduce? Well... good businessmen."

Mills pushed the magnificent night of glamour in front of him and said softly, "I'm a qualified bartender, so I can't give you this information at will."

Mills, you really can talk...

How could Aldridge not understand his routine? No nonsense, he took out a silver-gray banknote with a face value of 5 and pushed it in front of him and said, "Wine money."

In fact, a glass of glamour night only costs 2 silver nars.

"Today on Wednesday, she will be here on Saturday." Mills said simply as he quickly confiscated the banknotes like a bartender.

"she?"

"she."

Aldridge drank the wine in one gulp, got up and left: "I'll come back on Saturday."

Mills smiled slightly and continued to mix drinks.

Walking out of the forest bar, Aldrich stood on the street where the crowds were less than in the evening and thought for a while, then beckoned a taxi to leave quickly and headed to the Alva Fighting Hall.

......

"Give me another bottle of Harimea."

It was midnight, and Sunderland Yasuo had already drank 12 bottles of Harimea in the forest tavern. He was ready to leave drunk. It was his habit to take another bottle before leaving.

"Sunderland, you drink too much." Mills frowned and couldn't help but scolded.

Sunderland snorted twice, her flushed face full of displeasure, and shouted, "You take care of me!"

Mills snorted coldly and threw him a bottle of halimea in a rather unhappy way, you deserve it!

Mr. Black Cat casually and vigorously opened the door of the bar, causing the door to make a loud creaking sound, and then walked out swayingly, ignoring the scolding of the people in the bar.

At this time, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and the cold autumn wind blowing on his face refreshed him.

Refreshed? Whoever wants to be refreshed, I will get drunk on the horse!

Sunderland impatiently bit off Harimeia's cork, and gulped down a few more sips of wine.

"Go home... hum... go home."

There was some wine leaking from the corner of his mouth, he wiped his mouth casually, and muttered vaguely.

After briefly identifying the direction, he walked west along Forest Avenue. His home was not far from here, at 29 Maple Avenue, only two blocks away.

After walking a few hundred meters, Sunderland turned right into a path, the environment here is messy, and the government has no spare money to install gas lights on this path, so the light is dim, garbage heaps are everywhere, and there are a few mice running around from time to time. After seeing him, he ran away.

The smell is very touching, but this is his shortcut home, and he walks from here every night after drinking.

As for the robbery? what! Mr. Black Cat's sharp claws don't always shrink!

Just as Sunderland poured another sip of wine into his mouth, a red light suddenly appeared in his confused eyes!

what is that?

His brain anesthetized by alcohol had no time to react, and he lost consciousness instantly!

When he came back to his senses again, there was still a mess of trails in front of him, and the smell was just as disgusting.

Sunderland shook his head in a daze, and slapped himself twice with his left hand without the bottle. He finally regained his senses, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

"Looks like I'm really drunk..."

Sunderland's brain didn't have much thinking ability. He thought he was hallucinating when he was drunk, so he laughed and continued to drink.

"It's good to be drunk, hahaha, it's good to be drunk..."

When the interest came, he also danced a funny ballroom dance with a wine bottle, his footsteps were messy, but his movements were very coherent.

After half an hour, he returned to No. 29 Maple Street, an independent three-story building without a yard.

Mr. Black Cat took out the brass-colored key, climbed up the stairs in front of the door, and poked the door lock with the key slowly, but it took 3 minutes to insert the key into the lock hole because of his unsteady hand.

"Sooner or later, replace your broken lock!"

Sunderland shut the door cursingly, threw her shoes at random and walked into the house.

He staggered into the living room on the first floor, preparing to go to the sofa to drink up and then take a good sleep.

Sunderland turned his head unconsciously, and his heart was terrified! An unstable fell to the ground immediately! The wine bottle fell to the floor, making a harsh and crisp sound.

What did he see?

The radiance of Fei Yue and Cang Yue shone in from the well-lit windows, imprinting colors on the maple floor in the living room, and the delicate leather sofa in the center of the living room, which was Sunderland's favorite place to stay at home.

But at this time, there was a mysterious figure sitting quietly in the center of the sofa.

'He' was wearing a pure black exquisite suit, a moon-white shirt, a black tie, and gold trim on the cuffs. A golden pocket watch chain shone faintly under the brilliance of the double moon.

A black mist filled the black top hat, and the hand rubbing the cane was also wrapped in the black mist. 'His' left leg was lightly placed on his right leg, leaning against the sofa behind him, sitting quietly and elegantly.

Sunderland's breathing was messy, her throat seemed to be blocked by the pouring liquor, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

'He' didn't speak either, watching him quietly.

Sunderland actually couldn't see the mysterious man's face covered in black mist, he just felt that he was being watched.

He was more than half sober, and finally struggled to say, "Who are you? How did you get in, how did you get in?"

There was a trembling of fear in his voice.

who I am?

Mr. Black Cat, did I just introduce myself to you today? I'm Aldrich Alfred.

The mysterious man thought amusingly.

As for how I got in, you have to ask yourself, did you forget to lock the door, or did I lock it for you after I came in.

Aldridge thought wickedly, but his face remained motionless. He chuckled and said, "Sunderland Yasuo."

"Who are you! Why do you know me!"

Mr. Black Cat cried out in a bit of a breakdown. Although his mind is not clear enough, he definitely doesn't think it's a good thing for a strange mysterious person to find him in the middle of the night!

"A rank 0 Morpheus cat, really sad."

Sunderland Yasuo's face twitched when he heard this, his fear subsided and replaced by anger!

His eyes turned dark yellow, his cheeks also had black cat-like whiskers sticking out, and his fingernails suddenly became sharp, he already showed an extraordinary posture!

The 'Black Cat' growled: "Who the **** are you!!"

Aldridge saw his extraordinary gesture of anger and anger, and he was not nervous at all, but whispered softly:

"Time lingers on you. Your future is like a fog that you cannot see through."

He tilted his head slightly and said with a chuckle, "Sunderland Yasuo, you need help."

"Help? Hehehe, you don't even dare to show your real face, and you still offer me help! I fuck..." Sunderland sneered, and was about to curse!

Aldrich blocked him with a sentence, and he said lightly:

"Morpheus cat's potion formula."

Sunderland was like a male duck who was suddenly strangled by his neck. He could no longer scold the next words. Instead, he said in a trembling and disbelieving voice, "You..."

"I have got."

Sunderland's feet softened and he knelt on the ground, his face changed from sluggishness, to shock, to ecstasy slowly revealed!

He didn't even distinguish the true from the false, he even moved a few steps forward and shouted respectfully, "This, this respected gentleman! I apologize! I apologize! Please forgive me for my disrespect!"

As he spoke, he slapped his face frantically with his right hand!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The voice was clear and loud, and he obviously used all his strength. Even because he was anxious, the sharp fingernails of his right hand drew several bloodstains on his face.

Aldrich sighed in his heart: A Beyonder who was overwhelmed by despair, suddenly saw the madness of hope.

He said lightly, "Stop."

Sunderland stopped immediately, her thin face had become red and swollen, and strands of blood slowly flowed down the curve of her face.

"Sir..." Sunderland gasped and asked respectfully, "What should I call you?"

Aldrich chuckled, the black mist slid in the darkness, and he said casually:

"You can call me, 'Tutor'."