100 Berklund Street, Portland Mormont home, Garden corner.
Many ants and insects gathered here began to dissipate, and the gloomy and cold feeling became weaker and weaker.
The supernatural abilities here should have no experience... Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Heroul nodded invisible position, then turned his body lightly and walked along the path to the garden.
She was not in a hurry to return to the house, enjoying the crimson moonlight, the cold air and the faint fragrance of flowers alone.
It took a long time before Hairoul gave up his walk, left the garden, and entered the lobby on the first floor.
At this time, apart from the guests who were playing in Texas, many gentlemen and ladies had already said goodbye. As soon as Heroul found his mother, Mrs. Leyana, he saw his father, Congressman Macht, and several men, chatting from the second floor, with a very pleasant expression.
Ready to go home?You will also visit a very important guest tomorrow morning.While signaling her daughter to come closer, Leana walked towards her husband and asked with a smile.
Councillor Macht nodded:
If it weren't for this, I think I'd taste another Portland cigar.
Leana's eyes swept over Willis, Dawn Dance and others next to her and asked casually:
What are you talking about?The topic seems interesting?
Macht leaned down and said with a smile:
Dawn said he had met ghosts when he was in the Southern Continent.
He and his companions suddenly woke up at night, trying to open their eyes but couldn't do it. They were heavy, as if they were pressing down on someone.
They used a lot of effort to finally get rid of this state and left the bed, but found that the room was very cold. You may not know that the weather in Tianbailang is very hot most of the time.
Then, Dawn and his companions each held a double-barrel hunting rifle and stayed overnight. As soon as the sun rose, they hurriedly left the town.
After listening, Mrs. Leana looked at Dawn Dontes' face with great interest:
Is this true?
Are there really ghosts?
Klein smiled and shook his head:
I'm not sure, maybe it was because my companion and I had just experienced an adventure, my mental state was not stable enough, and my physical condition was not good, so all kinds of problems arose.
The story he told actually originated from an experience of Anderson. When the strongest hunter of the mist sea was exploring the temple in the primitive jungle, he successfully met a ghost and staged a huge night run.
Ghost...Herol turned his head and looked at the direction of the garden, his mouth curled slightly, and then quickly restrained.
She said nothing, quietly listening to her parents saying goodbye to her acquaintances around her and returning to her home with them.
Late at night, Hayroul, who had changed into a nightgown, walked to the balcony, stood behind the curtains, and looked at the sewer entrance of Berklund Street.
As she looked, her face gradually turned pale, as if she recalled the experience full of pain and fear.
She forced herself to withdraw her gaze, took two deep breaths, then turned around and walked towards the bed.
During this process, she bit her lower lip lightly and said silently:
That should be a resentful soul... It must be...
I need talismans or items from the ‘Sun’ realm…
Klein was also looking at the sewer entrance.
After so many days, I wonder how the witch Triss, who has recovered and whether he has left... Fortunately, Hayroul was scared by me and has not dared to approach the entrance of the sewer for a while... Klein's eyes swept across the iron-black gas street lamp poles and nodded with a very small amplitude.
He immediately opened the iron cigarette box and let his resentful soul secret appear in the whole body mirror.
He had decided to go to the sewer to check Tris' condition so that the witch would not do anything bad.
Moreover, the sewer was too close to Dawn Dances. Klein did not want Tris to stay nearby for a long time. He just hoped that she would recover from her injuries as soon as possible, take action, and stay away from Berklund Street.
Well, the blood General Seniole appears once a while, which is in line with the character setting I made before, that is, I don’t live around, because the sewers here hide secrets, and often float over to find them... While thinking, Crane asked the secrets wearing old triangle hats to jump to the surface of the gas street lamp next to the street with the help of a mirror, and then penetrate the manhole cover in a resentful manner, quickly approaching the hidden fork where Tris was hiding.
Before he reached the end, Seniore, a resentful soul with night vision, saw that there was no one there.
Have he recovered from injury and left?Klein thoughtfully asked the secret servant to continue forward and stopped in the area where Tris was sitting.
He found that it was clean, not only did the ground no longer feel muddy and wet, but the moss on the walls and in the corners were gone.
There was no food slag... After that guy became a woman, he became a cleanliness obsessed with it?
No, maybe he was originally... Klein used Seneol's vision to examine the surrounding environment and judged that Tris had either not left or had just walked for less than a day, otherwise it would not be able to keep it so clean.
As soon as he flashed this thought, a slight sound of footsteps came into the ears of the resentful soul.
Under his control, Seniore turned around and walked outside, and unexpectedly saw Tris in a dark black dress.
This witch has a smooth and slim black hair, unlike other girls of the same age who have various hairstyles, which are simple and simple.
Coupled with her face that had recovered her blood but was still fair, Tris was like a dreamy flower quietly blooming in the darkness.
I am worthy of being a witch... Fortunately, I am separated by a layer of secret doll, otherwise I would have looked at her with a little out of control... Haha, dead people will not be tempted!
No matter how charming the witch is, it cannot turn the dead into a zombie and get out of the grave... Klein whispered a few words in his heart, and said to Triss, who seemed confused but actually was secretly alert and released the invisible silk thread:
Where have you gone?
Tris raised his eyebrows and said:
Do you like to solve personal hygiene problems where you sleep?
Uh... I thought the witch didn't need to go to the bathroom... Klein made himself laugh and Seneol laughed:
Do you mean peeing and shit?
He deliberately asked the Secret to say this to get close to the character of the rude pirate of the blood.
Tris frowned slightly less obviously and said:
Is there anything else?
Resentful Soul Seniore did not continue this topic and instead said:
You look like you are recovering well.
Tris smiled lightly:
Not bad, I will leave here tomorrow.
She paused for a moment, her slightly slender eyes narrowed:
To be honest, sometimes, I doubt whether you are really ‘President of Blood’.
Of course it is true!You should ask whether someone died or someone alive... Crane asked Seniol with interest:
Why do you say so?
Tris's eyes swept across the face of the resentful soul and said:
It is said that the "General of Blood" is a person who indulges in desires and has no ability to resist beautiful women and men.
And when you face me, I can't see any spark of desire.
I thought the real "Blood Admiral" would attach a clause to force me when the last time I reached a cooperation agreement.
Klein thought for two seconds and let the resentful souls laugh at himself:
I am afraid of being addicted to ‘joy’ and being controlled by you.
Tris' expression changed suddenly, which was indeed one of the reasons why she took the initiative to mention this topic.
For the witches who control joy, the extraordinary who are accustomed to indulging in desires is natural prey.
Klein took the initiative to skip this topic and asked the secret servant to say:
Are you going to find a goal tomorrow?
Obviously, the chief guard of the palace must know you and know what you look like.
After all, you are the ones they arranged by Prince Edsack... Klein added silently in his heart.
Tris buried her head, looked at her toes, and smiled:
You can rest assured that I have a perfect plan.
As she said that, she turned her body sideways and pointed at the depths of the sewer as if she was casually speaking:
Starting from here, the sixth turn left at the end of the fork, there are hidden passages and traces of human long-term activities. Haha, I have found it in a wandering these days.
I think this has something to do with the last time that girl...
Is it also your purpose here?
Secret passage?Klein did not affirm or deny it, so that Seniore laughed:
Have you discovered anything?
Tris shook his head:
There is nothing, maybe a specific way or someone with a specific item can find clues.
The intuition of the thief, or the item on Heroul?Crane did not let Seniore continue the topic, pressed his hands on his chest, smiled and bowed:
Since you have recovered, I can rest assured.
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly disappeared.
Tris looked at him without any gain. It was not until the distal end of the invisible thread that she had radiated was blown by the breeze before she retracted her gaze, and she was sure that the blood would really leave.
At this time, Klein had manipulated the resentment soul back to the sewer entrance and did not try to explore the place Tris said.
There are three main reasons for his choice, one is that it has exceeded a hundred meters, and the other is that he suspects that he may not be able to find anything. After all, he is not a thief, nor does he have corresponding items. The third is that Tris is still there.
…………
On Thursday morning, Fors, who had woken up naturally, got up and washed up. He picked up a piece of baked toast and opened the door and took out a bunch of things from the mailbox.
While walking towards the coffee table, she casually flipped through the things in her hand and found a reply letter that she had been waiting for for several days.
Leaving the newspapers, bills and other letters, Forth unpacked the letter in his hand.
...The teacher has arrived in Beckland?Forth glanced through it quickly and whispered in surprise.
At the same time, she saw the toast in her mouth falling straight to the ground.
Many ants and insects gathered here began to dissipate, and the gloomy and cold feeling became weaker and weaker.
The supernatural abilities here should have no experience... Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Heroul nodded invisible position, then turned his body lightly and walked along the path to the garden.
She was not in a hurry to return to the house, enjoying the crimson moonlight, the cold air and the faint fragrance of flowers alone.
It took a long time before Hairoul gave up his walk, left the garden, and entered the lobby on the first floor.
At this time, apart from the guests who were playing in Texas, many gentlemen and ladies had already said goodbye. As soon as Heroul found his mother, Mrs. Leyana, he saw his father, Congressman Macht, and several men, chatting from the second floor, with a very pleasant expression.
Ready to go home?You will also visit a very important guest tomorrow morning.While signaling her daughter to come closer, Leana walked towards her husband and asked with a smile.
Councillor Macht nodded:
If it weren't for this, I think I'd taste another Portland cigar.
Leana's eyes swept over Willis, Dawn Dance and others next to her and asked casually:
What are you talking about?The topic seems interesting?
Macht leaned down and said with a smile:
Dawn said he had met ghosts when he was in the Southern Continent.
He and his companions suddenly woke up at night, trying to open their eyes but couldn't do it. They were heavy, as if they were pressing down on someone.
They used a lot of effort to finally get rid of this state and left the bed, but found that the room was very cold. You may not know that the weather in Tianbailang is very hot most of the time.
Then, Dawn and his companions each held a double-barrel hunting rifle and stayed overnight. As soon as the sun rose, they hurriedly left the town.
After listening, Mrs. Leana looked at Dawn Dontes' face with great interest:
Is this true?
Are there really ghosts?
Klein smiled and shook his head:
I'm not sure, maybe it was because my companion and I had just experienced an adventure, my mental state was not stable enough, and my physical condition was not good, so all kinds of problems arose.
The story he told actually originated from an experience of Anderson. When the strongest hunter of the mist sea was exploring the temple in the primitive jungle, he successfully met a ghost and staged a huge night run.
Ghost...Herol turned his head and looked at the direction of the garden, his mouth curled slightly, and then quickly restrained.
She said nothing, quietly listening to her parents saying goodbye to her acquaintances around her and returning to her home with them.
Late at night, Hayroul, who had changed into a nightgown, walked to the balcony, stood behind the curtains, and looked at the sewer entrance of Berklund Street.
As she looked, her face gradually turned pale, as if she recalled the experience full of pain and fear.
She forced herself to withdraw her gaze, took two deep breaths, then turned around and walked towards the bed.
During this process, she bit her lower lip lightly and said silently:
That should be a resentful soul... It must be...
I need talismans or items from the ‘Sun’ realm…
Klein was also looking at the sewer entrance.
After so many days, I wonder how the witch Triss, who has recovered and whether he has left... Fortunately, Hayroul was scared by me and has not dared to approach the entrance of the sewer for a while... Klein's eyes swept across the iron-black gas street lamp poles and nodded with a very small amplitude.
He immediately opened the iron cigarette box and let his resentful soul secret appear in the whole body mirror.
He had decided to go to the sewer to check Tris' condition so that the witch would not do anything bad.
Moreover, the sewer was too close to Dawn Dances. Klein did not want Tris to stay nearby for a long time. He just hoped that she would recover from her injuries as soon as possible, take action, and stay away from Berklund Street.
Well, the blood General Seniole appears once a while, which is in line with the character setting I made before, that is, I don’t live around, because the sewers here hide secrets, and often float over to find them... While thinking, Crane asked the secrets wearing old triangle hats to jump to the surface of the gas street lamp next to the street with the help of a mirror, and then penetrate the manhole cover in a resentful manner, quickly approaching the hidden fork where Tris was hiding.
Before he reached the end, Seniore, a resentful soul with night vision, saw that there was no one there.
Have he recovered from injury and left?Klein thoughtfully asked the secret servant to continue forward and stopped in the area where Tris was sitting.
He found that it was clean, not only did the ground no longer feel muddy and wet, but the moss on the walls and in the corners were gone.
There was no food slag... After that guy became a woman, he became a cleanliness obsessed with it?
No, maybe he was originally... Klein used Seneol's vision to examine the surrounding environment and judged that Tris had either not left or had just walked for less than a day, otherwise it would not be able to keep it so clean.
As soon as he flashed this thought, a slight sound of footsteps came into the ears of the resentful soul.
Under his control, Seniore turned around and walked outside, and unexpectedly saw Tris in a dark black dress.
This witch has a smooth and slim black hair, unlike other girls of the same age who have various hairstyles, which are simple and simple.
Coupled with her face that had recovered her blood but was still fair, Tris was like a dreamy flower quietly blooming in the darkness.
I am worthy of being a witch... Fortunately, I am separated by a layer of secret doll, otherwise I would have looked at her with a little out of control... Haha, dead people will not be tempted!
No matter how charming the witch is, it cannot turn the dead into a zombie and get out of the grave... Klein whispered a few words in his heart, and said to Triss, who seemed confused but actually was secretly alert and released the invisible silk thread:
Where have you gone?
Tris raised his eyebrows and said:
Do you like to solve personal hygiene problems where you sleep?
Uh... I thought the witch didn't need to go to the bathroom... Klein made himself laugh and Seneol laughed:
Do you mean peeing and shit?
He deliberately asked the Secret to say this to get close to the character of the rude pirate of the blood.
Tris frowned slightly less obviously and said:
Is there anything else?
Resentful Soul Seniore did not continue this topic and instead said:
You look like you are recovering well.
Tris smiled lightly:
Not bad, I will leave here tomorrow.
She paused for a moment, her slightly slender eyes narrowed:
To be honest, sometimes, I doubt whether you are really ‘President of Blood’.
Of course it is true!You should ask whether someone died or someone alive... Crane asked Seniol with interest:
Why do you say so?
Tris's eyes swept across the face of the resentful soul and said:
It is said that the "General of Blood" is a person who indulges in desires and has no ability to resist beautiful women and men.
And when you face me, I can't see any spark of desire.
I thought the real "Blood Admiral" would attach a clause to force me when the last time I reached a cooperation agreement.
Klein thought for two seconds and let the resentful souls laugh at himself:
I am afraid of being addicted to ‘joy’ and being controlled by you.
Tris' expression changed suddenly, which was indeed one of the reasons why she took the initiative to mention this topic.
For the witches who control joy, the extraordinary who are accustomed to indulging in desires is natural prey.
Klein took the initiative to skip this topic and asked the secret servant to say:
Are you going to find a goal tomorrow?
Obviously, the chief guard of the palace must know you and know what you look like.
After all, you are the ones they arranged by Prince Edsack... Klein added silently in his heart.
Tris buried her head, looked at her toes, and smiled:
You can rest assured that I have a perfect plan.
As she said that, she turned her body sideways and pointed at the depths of the sewer as if she was casually speaking:
Starting from here, the sixth turn left at the end of the fork, there are hidden passages and traces of human long-term activities. Haha, I have found it in a wandering these days.
I think this has something to do with the last time that girl...
Is it also your purpose here?
Secret passage?Klein did not affirm or deny it, so that Seniore laughed:
Have you discovered anything?
Tris shook his head:
There is nothing, maybe a specific way or someone with a specific item can find clues.
The intuition of the thief, or the item on Heroul?Crane did not let Seniore continue the topic, pressed his hands on his chest, smiled and bowed:
Since you have recovered, I can rest assured.
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly disappeared.
Tris looked at him without any gain. It was not until the distal end of the invisible thread that she had radiated was blown by the breeze before she retracted her gaze, and she was sure that the blood would really leave.
At this time, Klein had manipulated the resentment soul back to the sewer entrance and did not try to explore the place Tris said.
There are three main reasons for his choice, one is that it has exceeded a hundred meters, and the other is that he suspects that he may not be able to find anything. After all, he is not a thief, nor does he have corresponding items. The third is that Tris is still there.
…………
On Thursday morning, Fors, who had woken up naturally, got up and washed up. He picked up a piece of baked toast and opened the door and took out a bunch of things from the mailbox.
While walking towards the coffee table, she casually flipped through the things in her hand and found a reply letter that she had been waiting for for several days.
Leaving the newspapers, bills and other letters, Forth unpacked the letter in his hand.
...The teacher has arrived in Beckland?Forth glanced through it quickly and whispered in surprise.
At the same time, she saw the toast in her mouth falling straight to the ground.
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