Chapter 53 Chatting with Senior Edward

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

The carriage did not drive straight over like the others of its kind, but stopped in front of Klein! Klein narrowed his eyes and prepared for battle, but neither the spiritual intuition of the "Fortune Teller" nor the battle premonition of the "Joker" gave him any warning of danger.

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

Maric... Klein recognized him. It was Maric, the zombie controller, and Miss Sharon's companion!
Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest and didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, pointed at the carriage and motioned for Klein to get in. Klein hesitated for a moment and wanted to take down the pendulum and do a divination on the spot.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Maric. The figure wearing a complicated black court dress and a small soft hat of the same color appeared. It was Miss Sharon with light blonde hair and blue eyes.

If she wanted to harm me, she could do it easily. She could just crawl out from the wall behind me... Klein thought about it, pretended to be casual and took two steps forward, opened the door of the carriage, and walked up.

After he sat down, the carriage started to move slowly, and he didn't know where it was going.

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

Klein answered frankly, "I want to contact you and ask if you have any books on the mysticism, preferably ones that are a little more in-depth. You know, I lack similar knowledge."

Maric looked over with those eyes that always contained malice, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "We do have a lot of knowledge about mysticism, such as the Book of Secrets of the Witch King Karaman, but what can you give in exchange?"

Witch King? Which path and sequence is this? As the thought flashed through his mind, Klein carefully said, "I can exchange it for gold pounds."

"Or do you need anything 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 might be a Sequence 5, and has magical items that can restrain them. Their philosophies conflict with each other, that's it, Senior." Klein stretched his head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, feeling a little restless. "Do you think I should help?"

Carefully chop the pork and cabbage with the cartilage bones into minced meat, add chopped cabbage to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor. Add two eggs and a little refined salt, stir, and add water in small amounts several times. Knead the dough, cut out the dough, roll it with chopsticks and rub it with your hands to make a delicate wonton. Use the thief to steal the bone soup that was being boiled for three hours at Amon No. 5. The fragrance immediately went out through the crack of the kitchen door and filled the entire restaurant.

"The two organizations have conflicting philosophies, the Rose School or the Life School? 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 definitely handle it."

Edward was making a midnight snack in a very leisurely mood. A metal pole had just been erected in the living room, and a brown and white owl was standing on it. Its orange eyes were slightly closed, as if it was taking a nap, and its fluffy and soft feathers made people want to touch it.

"The situation of the Life School is somewhat special. Ha, if you get any information, I'd even be willing to buy it."

After being released by Sharon and Maric, Klein almost immediately thought of the reliable Mr. Edward. However, they had already signed a notarized document and could not disclose the contents of the agreement, so Klein described the matter as simply as possible. Of course, if Edward figured out the details himself, it would not be considered that Klein leaked the information.

"You can rest in the living room first." The senior fellow said, "I will 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 the common oriental delicacy that Roselle told me about." The senior asked him with a smile, "Don't you miss the taste of your hometown?"

Klein couldn't refuse.

Less than ten minutes after sitting down, the wind chime hanging on the kitchen door rang. Klein stretched his neck to look, and a light gray shadow floated over steadily with a large bowl, placed 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 as he walked, and greeted him amiably: "I haven't made wontons for a long time, you should try some. I wanted to make dumplings, but I didn't have enough time."

"……it is good."

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

"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 rude to do so in front of others. Besides, if the other party really wanted to harm him, there was no need to wait until now.

The milky white soup had light yellow oil and a few scallions floating on the surface. Just by feeling the familiar aroma rushing into his nose, Klein's voice became a little unclear. He carefully picked up the soup bowl and solemnly drank a sip of the soup, feeling the rich and fresh fragrance spreading in his mouth. His eyes were quietly reddened by the curling white mist. His brown eyes stared at the wontons floating in the hot soup without blinking, and he fell into his own thoughts.

This kind of food used to be found in breakfast shops all over the city streets. It was cheap, made with simple ingredients, and was often seen in every aspect of life without attracting attention. It had already become a symbol of culture. Now in another world, this kind of food and modern civilization seemed to have never existed. Klein's novelty for Western food only lasted for a short time. He still longed for the familiar taste and familiar food.

Edward considerately gave him time to enjoy his midnight snack and reflect on his feelings, and silently pulled out a chair and sat down. The owl flapped its wings and flew over, landing on the back of the chair next to him. "Thank you." After about five minutes, Klein slowly left his own world. Looking at his emotional eyes and his fluctuating mood, Edward keenly sensed a non-existent "Favorability Increased!" prompt sound, and now 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 has been arrested and shot dead on the spot."

"The police are quite quick. I thought they would need some time." Edward nodded, praisingly. "When did they catch the members of the Belia family? I didn't hear anything about it. It seems that the church and the police have cooperated perfectly this time."

"A member of the Belia family?" Klein was surprised.

Edward raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then what did they kill?"

"Isn't it a demon dog?"

"Shouldn't it be a human?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment. Edward was the first to react: the church had found the body of the dog that he had deliberately left behind, and deduced from the clues that it was the real murderer. Then they officially announced the murderer's death, and dispelled the horrible shadow that had brought shame to the Sivellas Field and hung over the heads of the church and ordinary people. But they had too little information about the devil, and they didn't think of the Belia family at all, let alone that this family had always had the habit of training animals as partners.

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

Stupid dog! You wasted your two thousand pound reward!

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

After all, only demons understand demons better. If the head of the Belia 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 demon dog was, it was still an animal. It was impossible for it to completely escape the pursuit of the strict system of human society. It was possible that it could still get away with so many crimes committed by Backlund. In addition to the anti-divination characteristics of the demon itself, there was a high probability that there were other helpers around. There was a human who was more cunning and experienced than the demon dog, guiding it and helping the demon dog to cover up and escape the church's search. This was completely possible! Why didn't anyone think of it!
If such a person really exists, the detectives and officials who have relaxed their vigilance are likely to be retaliated against... The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. The officials didn't need to worry, but the private detectives who were often left alone due to commissions and were mostly ordinary people would definitely be in danger! I have to find a way to inform Mr. Eisinger as tactfully as possible!
Should I write a letter tomorrow morning? No, that would make Mr. Isengard suspicious. He already suspected that I was a Beyonder, and the execution of the demon dog was consistent with my hint. He should have confirmed the fact that I was a Beyonder. With the official announcement of the case being closed, if I rashly claimed that the demon dog had accomplices, it would definitely cause controversy and even attract the attention of the church, which would put me in danger. ... I have to think of a way to remind him privately, preferably when the reward is distributed, and try to be as tactful as possible, and find a reason for the source of the intelligence...

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

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later.

Later, He walked in the garden of His own mansion in Trier. The time in the entire city seemed to slow down, making people want to sleep and read.

With white walls and red bricks, and without the exaggerated gold decorations and various reliefs, the style of the house has become very peaceful, a place where you can spend a long, long time quietly doing something you like. Trier has never had such an atmosphere, it is passionate and unrestrained, indulges in pleasure, and there is no sadness that cannot be dispersed by two days and two nights of revelry.

And Adela was standing there, under the largest tree in the garden, looking up at the treetops that blocked out the sun, in a trance.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of something that happened a long time ago. In the long past, in all the lives he had lived, he had never really looked at a life besides playing and guiding. He did not know how to love, but he understood the pain of death and the pain that death would bring to other individuals who cared about this individual. And a long, long time later, he had already regarded death as a blessing rather than a curse, and therefore welcomed its arrival.

"…Don't let anything go wrong this time. Carefully adjust the memory ratio 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 gently to her side, his footsteps as light as a breeze.

At this moment, Adela seemed to finally notice that someone had come to her side. She smiled faintly and seemed to be about to say something, but He could never have guessed it - He interrupted her.

I will remember the time and the journeys I spent with you. He was not good at expressing it, but he meant it: it was valuable, just like you.

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

The lively girl said nothing in the end. It proved that no matter how cheerful a person is, he or she will not hear a single word when he or she does not want to talk to you. But they still stood side by side for a while, breathing in the traces of the remaining dreams of this city 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 brighter than the green leaves in summer. They did not speak to each other again. Of course, dreams cannot speak.

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"Ridiculous... How boring."

TBC
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The author, who loves cooking, wrote about the delicious food and the fact that he got up at eight in the morning and hadn't eaten breakfast, became hungrier and hungrier as he wrote, and finally he became so sad that he couldn't continue writing.

Adela and Russell, two old hot stocks, one has reached the daily limit and the other has reached the daily limit. Now you can consider buying some other stocks. (?

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

(End of this chapter)

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