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

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

This carriage did not drive directly past, like others of its kind, but stopped in front of Klein! Klein narrowed his eyes and prepared for battle, but neither the "divineer's" spiritual intuition nor the "clown's" battle premonition gave any warning of danger.

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

Maric...Klein recognized him. That's Maric, Miss Sharon's companion, who controls the living corpse!

Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest and seemed not to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed to the carriage and motioned for Klein to get up. Klein hesitated for a moment and wanted to take off the pendulum on the spot and do a divination.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Maric, wearing a complicated black palace 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 do something bad to me, she can do it easily. She can just get out of the wall behind me... Klein thought for a moment, pretended to be carefree and took two steps forward, opened the compartment door, and walked up.

When he sat firmly, the carriage started moving slowly, not knowing where it was going.

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

Klein replied calmly: "I want to contact you and ask if there are any books on mysticism. It would be better if they are more in-depth. You know, I lack similar knowledge."

Maric looked over with his always malicious eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "We do have a lot of occult knowledge, such as the "Book of Secrets" of the 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 weighed his tone and said, "I can exchange it for gold pounds."

"Or do you need something else?"

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

"In exchange for a favor."

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

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

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

Edward was making late-night snacks in a very leisurely manner. A metal pole had just been erected in the living room, and a brown-and-white owl was standing on it. The orange eyes were slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap, and the fluffy and soft feathers made people feel itchy.

"The situation of Life School is a bit special. Ha, if you get any information, I am even willing to acquire it."

After being released by Sharon and Maric, Klein almost immediately thought of the reliable Mr. Edward. However, they had signed a notarial deed and could not leak the content of the agreement, so Klein told the story as simply as possible. Of course, if Edward had guessed the details himself, it wouldn't be considered a leak by Klein.

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

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

"That's a common Eastern delicacy that Russell 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 ten minutes, the wind chime hanging on the kitchen door rang. Klein craned his neck to look, and saw a light gray shadow holding a large bowl steadily floating over, placing the food on the table in front of him, and then disappeared. Klein was not too surprised, thinking that this should be something like the spirit driven by Miss Daly.

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

"……good."

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

"OK."

Klein rubbed his hands nervously. He wanted to do a divination to see if the food handled by the angel would become a sealed object, but he felt that it was a bit impolite to do this in front of others, not to mention if the other party really wanted to do something right. It's not in his favor and there's no need to wait until now.

The milky white soup has light yellow oil stars floating on the surface and a few green onions dotted on it. Just feeling this familiar aroma rush into the nose makes Klein's voice become a little unclear. He carefully picked up the soup bowl and took a serious sip of the soup, feeling the rich aroma spreading in his mouth. His eyes were quietly reddened by the curling white mist. His brown eyes stared unblinkingly at the wontons floating on the hot soup, and he was lost in his own thoughts.

In the past, this kind of food could be found in breakfast shops all over the streets and alleys of the city. It was cheap and made of simple ingredients. It was so common that it penetrated into all aspects of life without attracting attention. It has already become a cultural symbol. Now in another world, this kind of food and modern civilization seem to have never existed. Klein's novelty towards Western food only existed for a short time. He still longs for familiar tastes and familiar food.

Edward thoughtfully gave him time to taste the midnight snack and be filled with emotion, then silently pulled out a chair and sat down. The owl flew over with fluttering wings and landed on the back of the chair next to him.

"Thank you." After about five minutes, Klein slowly left his world. Seeing his emotional eyes and fluctuating mood, Edward keenly sensed a non-existent "Favorability level increased!" notification sound. This was a good time to communicate.

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After some small talk, Klein thought about the recent news.

"The Backlund police have reported that the serial killer was arrested and shot dead on the spot."

"The police are quite fast. I thought it would take them a while." Edward nodded with slight appreciation, "When did the members of the Beria family be caught? I didn't hear any news at all. Look, The cooperation between the church and the police was perfect this time."

"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 being?"

The two looked at each other, and Edward reacted first: the church people discovered the body of the dog he had deliberately left behind, and deduced from the clues that it was the real murderer. Then the murderer was officially announced as dead, dissipating the shadow of terror that had brought shame to Silveras and shrouded the church and ordinary people. But they had too little information about demons, and they did not think about the Beria family at all, nor did they 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? Isn’t there any logic in this? They actually closed the case! So what exactly did they kill? Killed the air?

Stupid dog! He wasted his two thousand pounds bounty!

In other words, the member of the Beria family is still alone and unnoticed, and now is a good opportunity to hunt him... This idea flashed through Edward's mind, and was suppressed later. He consciously allowed this idea to remain at the level of an idea, without further planning and preparation, so as not to arouse the crisis intuition of his hunting target.

After all, the devil knows the devil better. If the head 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 stunned and even forgot to pick up the spoon. yes! He suddenly thought that no matter how smart the devil dog is, it is still an animal and cannot completely escape the pursuit of the strict human society. It can still be at large after Backlund has committed so many cases. In addition to the anti-divination characteristics of the devil itself, there are also people around it. There is a high probability that there will be other helpers. It is entirely possible to have a human being who is more cunning and experienced than the devil dog to guide him and help the devil dog to cover up and escape from the church's search. This is entirely possible! Why didn’t anyone think of that!

If such a person really exists, the detectives and officials who have now let down their vigilance are likely to attract retaliation... The more Klein thinks about it, the more likely it is that the officials do not need to worry, but most of the people who often place orders due to commissions Private detectives who are all 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 was an Extraordinary, and the Devil Dog Fu Zhu matched my suggestion. He should now be convinced of the fact that I am an Extraordinary. With the official announcement that the case was closed, my rash declaration that the devil dog had other accomplices would definitely cause controversy and even attract the attention of the church, which would actually put me in danger. ...I have to find a way to remind him privately. It's best to be as tactful as possible when distributing the reward, and to find a reason for the source of the intelligence...

The two of them had their own concerns for a while.

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later.

Later, when He was walking in the garden of his own mansion in Trier, time in the entire city seemed to have slowed down, with a smell that made people want to sleep and read at the same time.

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

And Adela was standing there, under the largest tree in the garden, with her face raised, looking at the tree crown that blocked the sky and the sun, and she was lost in thought.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of something that happened a long time ago. In the many lives He has experienced in such a distant past, he has never seriously looked at a life while acting and guiding. He does not understand love, but he understands the pain of death and the pain that death will bring to other individuals who care about this individual. Much later, He had come to view death as a blessing rather than a curse, and was happy to welcome it.

"...Don't cause any problems this time. Carefully adjust the weight of memory so that my doll truly believes it is a part of me."

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

At this time, Adela finally seemed to notice someone coming to her side. She showed a slight smile and seemed to be about to say something, but he never guessed that he interrupted her.

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

Adela was stunned for a moment and fell into a long silence.

The lively girl didn't say anything in the end. It turns out that no matter how cheerful a person is, they don't want to hear even 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 dream and watching them dissipate in the light. Adela stood under the tree, and the tiny spots of light falling on her face and hair became jewelry more beautiful than gold. She said nothing, and her green eyes were better than the green leaves of summer. Neither of them spoke any more to each other. Of course dreams cannot speak.

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"Absurd...how boring."

TBC

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The story about my old love for cooking was full of color, flavor and taste. The author, who was eight in the morning and had not eaten breakfast, became more and more hungry as he wrote. Finally, he was so sad that he could no longer write.

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

But in the final analysis, there is no cp, so everyone can enjoy it.