Chapter 119 Death and Life

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The past two days have been very peaceful. Man-made disaster is approaching, and the faint joy of the new year is like a veil hiding disaster. After returning from Faye Manor, I accompanied Amon to a jewelry store to fulfill his previous promise, and then there was no schedule around New Year.

With no visitors, no commissions, and no sudden appearance of Klein, the devil felt that his life had returned to peace and contentment.

Amon is still staying with the Aurora Society today and will probably come back in the afternoon.

They had already gone out, and there was no reason to go back. Edward decided to have a quick lunch outside, buy some food, and then go back.

He came a little late. The steak and butter bread that were today's staple dishes had been sold out, leaving only some desserts.

Angels don't need to eat, so Edward doesn't intend to ask the chef to make another meal. He walked around the buffet table. Although most people had finished eating, the dessert area was still full and full of dazzling varieties.

Edward took a portion of Fusac-flavored eggnog and a simple original waffle, intending to spend the rest of the afternoon leisurely. After returning to his seat and taking a sip of eggnog, Edward's expression instantly became distorted. The overly sweet taste exploded in his mouth like a bomb. There was no taste of eggs, milk, or wine at all. The sweetness completely overwhelmed everything. Only the sweet smell that Loen people love to see is left.

This Fusac-flavored eggnog is completely unworthy of its name. It should be called Loen's special sugar water. Edward pushed it to the other side of the table and poured a glass of boiled water to go with the soft egg muffin. It took several bites before he felt his sense of taste return.

In the dessert area, sugar water is quite popular, and you can often see Loen gentlemen or ladies going to get it.

The flavor of Fusac... Edward chewed the waffles and tried to remember in his mind that the last time he stayed in Fusac for a long time was before Russell landed, almost three hundred years ago, and a short trip to Fusac was It was very recent, almost fifty years ago.

When he was considering which country to settle in, he went to this country that believed in the God of War and stayed in a coastal city for decades. Then he felt that he had no idea of ​​living there. It felt like there hadn't been much change from three hundred years ago, and Lundborg and Fenebaud were too young to forge their documents and identities many times, so they finally chose Rune.

The brewing industry in Fusac is very developed, because the cold in the north requires strong liquor to warm up.

The best pairing with flavored eggnog is pan-fried highland goat steak, especially lamb chops and lamb shoulder. This is a staple food used to supplement calories. It is usually seasoned with cooking wine and thyme. The processing method is relatively rough, but it is very delicious, with Fusac's unique rough style.

Eggnog is a low-purity alcohol specially modified for outside guests. It retains the delicate and sweet taste of steamed eggs. It is made from cream, yak milk, cinnamon and nutmeg after steaming and fermentation.

Although the focus has been on improving the taste and mouthfeel, making it more acceptable to tourists with different tastes, the purity of the alcohol has not actually decreased much. After three glasses, it is equivalent to blowing a bottle of Nipos.

Edward was chewing a waffle and looked up at the dessert area to see if there were any other foods he liked, such as tiramisu and layer cakes. Then I saw a man taking a glass of eggnog from there and walking happily towards him.

The demon paused for a moment while chewing food. He almost didn't see the man's face clearly because a huge cobra wrapped around his body and tightened his upper body and shoulders. The snake's head was close to his shoulders, pretending to swallow its prey. The sharp fangs swayed in his heart.

"...Talim."

Even without a sound for comparison, Edward called out his name accurately.

The young man who smiled happily nodded immediately and responded: "See you again, Mr. Vaughn!"

"I went to the theater yesterday and found that the play you wrote was already being rehearsed. I bought a premiere ticket, but my savings only allowed me to watch it in the eighth row. Speaking of which, what did you write for this play? ? Or are they based on anecdotal stories of historical wars?”

Then, he saw the sugar water pushed to the corner of the table: "Do you like this too? I don't think Fusac has this flavor."

"No, that's too sweet."

Edward denied it, and then said with a smile: "This time it is a story about love, which is a new challenge for me." He glanced at the cobra on Talim's body and added, "You don't have to ask me now, You will know after watching the drama.”

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Talim seemed particularly excited today, his face glowing red. He didn't hear Edward's hidden intention of seeing off the guests, but rather seemed to want to chat more. He took a sip of the eggnog he was holding and his face turned red. He didn't know whether it was because of happiness or alcohol:

"Do you know what it feels like to really like someone?"

Edward raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

However, Talim seemed to have the answer in his heart. He lowered his voice but said excitedly: "You have not remarried so far, and you still keep the wedding ring. You are really a gentleman who is loyal to marriage and love."

"...You are over-praising me." Edward immediately entered the acting state. Leaving scars and not marrying his wife were originally their decisions after discussion. Since the out-of-control puppet has so successfully played the role of a man who has initially regained his humanity and love. Devil, of course he must make good use of all factors. The devil organized his words and lamented very naturally and authentically, "My wife is unique to me."

"She was fiery, beautiful and bold, and I haven't seen her like her since her death."

"She sounds like a blooming flower. She is such a beautiful lady that people can't help but want to get close to." Talim was moved. He held the sugar water and said, "With all due respect, she Her smile must be very dazzling. Is it because you have seen such a lady that you can no longer separate your heart to accept the next one?"

Edward smiled and replied: "Yes. Only she has the courage to approach me."

The courage to get closer? Talim looked at this gentle gentleman curiously and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he was already a little overwhelmed and just wanted to express what he was thinking quickly:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Vaughn, I have finally found the lady I truly love."

He smiled happily, as if immersed in a sweet love: "She is a beautiful and quiet girl, delicate and simple, like a light-colored sleeping flower. Just looking at her profile, I can feel peaceful inside. . She sat quietly in the garden, and the garden became her background. Every move she made touched my heart. Seeing her smile, I felt that the world was so beautiful. God, seeing her depressed, my heart My heart seems to be cut hard by a knife. Every time I wish to help her share some of the pain, I also hope that her sorrow will last a little longer, because only then will she open her heart to me. I want to help She wiped away her tears, but I didn’t qualify because she didn’t choose me.”

Edward listened to the other party's sudden tirade like a story, as if he had spent his entire life's language skills on this moment.

There is no way, people who fall in love are always so emotional, his tone is already like singing poetry, Edward feels that if he puts a lyre in Talim's hand now, maybe Dufa will learn music on the spot without any teacher, Impromptuly compose a sweet and sweet love song.

But when he heard the last sentence, he was suddenly stunned and asked in disbelief: "She didn't choose you?"

Then why are you having fun here?

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm not sad."

Love makes people blind and foolish. Mr. Talim, who used to have a good EQ and IQ, could not sense what Edward meant at all today. He still blushed and said happily: "She deserves a better person. She is too perfect." Girl, I can’t give her the best.”

Witch... Edward politely listened to this sentence, looked at the snake head on his body for two seconds, and responded: "You are right."

As expected, Talim smiled happily: "As expected, you can understand me."

"Talking to you always makes me happy, thank you for being willing to listen to so many immature words from me. It's time for me to go, I have classes in the afternoon."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, the equestrian coach woke up from a dream and hurriedly left. Edward didn't stop him. He quickened his pace and headed to the corner of the restaurant. He continued to eat the original egg waffle slowly.

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. After two seconds of silence, the woman's screams and the men's panicked footsteps and shouts rang out.

Edward glanced sideways slightly and saw that Talim, who was talking happily in front of him a minute ago, had fallen to the ground, and the huge black snake transformed by the witch's curse on his body had disappeared without a trace.

he died.

The waiter had already notified the church and the police station. One of the people who happened to be dining there knelt down to check on Talim's condition and shook his head silently, indicating that he no longer needed to call an ambulance.

The demon showed no interest in this and didn't even bother to look back. He sat in his seat, regretting that he had not left a few minutes earlier, and began to think about what he should say to express his sorrow.

"I feel very sad." Edward said to himself in a voice that no one heard, and he sighed naturally and made a sad expression, "Mr. Talim is so young, and he still has countless possibilities in his future, but Because... cardiac arrest? Died young, I really..."

He sighed again and couldn't bear to say any more. And looking at the reflection of his face on the metal edge of the table corner, he read a few lines, and then pressed his eyebrows down in order to better express his sad emotions.

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In the evening, after returning home from get off work at the office, Mr. Jürgen Cooper took a public carriage and returned to his residence. However, he did not open the door immediately and enter the house. Instead, he walked a little further and arrived at No. 15 Minsk Street.

He frowned and stared at the dark mansion, feeling that something was not right. The "Owner is not here" sign had been hanging on the door for two or three days, and it was swaying in the wind. The newspapers ordered by Detective Sherlock Moriarty have filled the mailbox, but Sherlock still has not returned.

The whereabouts of private detectives are often very random, because they often need to do things such as squatting and tracking.

Jurgen knew this, so Mr. Sherlock's sudden disappearance was not much of a surprise. But grandma, whose illness was alleviated by Sherlock's medicine, kept thinking about wanting the kind young man to come for dinner again, so Jurgen took this matter to heart. Because the winter is getting colder, for the sake of grandma, they will soon leave Backlund and go to the relatively warm coast.

And there are only more than two days, so there is no case of disappearance, and there is no smell, so he cannot go to Silveras Field to file a case... Jurgen thought like this in a lawyer's conventional way of thinking. He stopped for a while, then turned and walked towards his home. Mrs. Doris was still waiting for him to go back for dinner.

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When the red moon reached its zenith, in Room 15, Minsk Street, the body lying in the entrance hall suddenly changed.

Then, the miracle of resurrection from the dead fell, and the breath of life slowly wrapped around the pulseless body.

I saw that the stagnant heart gradually regained its vitality and began to slowly contract and beat. Driven by the heart, the still and accumulated blood began to flow again after dozens of hours. The pale skin color gradually appeared red. Dead muscles become soft again.

If you connect a heart rate tester at this time, you will find that the heartbeat of Klein Moretti, who has been dead for two days, actually fluctuates slightly in a straight line. Then the ups and downs got bigger and bigger, and the heartbeat quickly went from barely detectable to powerful and strong in just a few seconds.

Finally, when he reached a key node, Klein suddenly took a breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Ahem...ah!"

The newly resurrected Klein had not yet accurately grasped his current situation. He instinctively moved his fingers. After his fingertips touched a cold, smooth glass object in his hand, his consciousness suddenly returned.

Captain...Captain Dunn...Klein took a few deep breaths and slowly raised his head.

He saw the red moonlight falling in the distance, as if it was a world away. He didn't even have much joy in surviving the disaster, only the fear and fear of facing the devil before his death. Due to maintaining one position for a long time, Klein felt that his thighs and back had lost all feeling and were completely cold.

Who would have thought that Edward Vaughn was actually the demon who helped the evil god "True Creator" descend in Tingen?

Who would have thought that He was from the same hometown?

He was careless, so careless. Edward Vaughn did not hesitate to attack him, but his vigilance was reduced to the limit because of his "fellow countryman". It was clear that the devil Jason Belial had learned from his mistakes, but he did not think of it at all. The other party may just be pretending!

I actually really believed in a devil!

This oversight was fatal and cost him his life.

Klein had mixed emotions. Thanks to the special ability of the gray fog space, he was very lucky this time and did not die. But he had no idea that such magical power would be enough for him to die several more times.

He turned over with great effort, sat upright, and calmed his heartbeat and breathing. Klein picked up the glass bottle in his hand and saw that it was gray inside, so he tried to send some spirituality into it. He immediately felt that he had established a very strong connection with the glass bottle and the soul inside the glass bottle. He felt that he could completely control Dunn's soul, and could completely erase this spirit body with just one thought. He was convinced that he could still control the other party's thoughts, and even if he gave an order that went against the other party's nature, he would definitely obey it. .

After understanding all this, Klein immediately let go of his hand and put it aside. He raised his vigilance to the highest level in his heart, and did not dare to come into contact with the wonderful and terrifying feeling that can completely control a person's life and soul.

Is this the power of the devil? No, the devil will extend different abilities according to its own characteristics. Jason Belial has no reference value. It should be said that this is the power of "Edward Vaughn"... control? capture? Or something else? How did He kill me?

Why did He kill me? Is it because of the gray fog or because I divined Him? He didn't take action at that time, and waited until later to pay a sudden visit. It seemed that he knew what the gray mist was...

This sudden death made Klein wake up as if he had been thrown into ice water, and he was caught off guard by the terrifying corner of the extraordinary world. He suddenly realized that he, like Russell, was somewhat contemptuous of the rules of this world, relying on gray fog or knowledge of human civilization. This incident made him realize that he could no longer have an overly favorable opinion of anyone or anything. If the biggest feeling he felt after the Tingen incident was the feeling of powerlessness due to his own weakness, then now it was pure fear, panic, and being unable to do anything. He even had no idea of ​​struggling because of the huge gap in strength.

Klein just wants to lie down now.

Killing Ince Zangwill, who became a demigod, was already a distant goal. Taking revenge on an angel was really something that a Sequence Seven with a sane mind should consider right now?

I don’t want to move, I don’t want to struggle. If He squeezes me to death a hundred times, it will not be more difficult than crushing an ant. And the resurrection ability I can rely on may fail next time... Why, why do I always encounter to such a thing...

Is it because of the fog? I don't want that thing at all. If that's the root of everything, whoever wants it can take it!

Anyone can take it away, as long as it allows me to go back, I want to go home... Klein covered his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed them vigorously.

The glass bottle shook, making a loud sound in the silent room. Klein looked down and saw Dunn's blurry face appearing on the glass bottle, looking worriedly at the depressed stranger who had returned from the dead.

This time, Klein heard what Dunn said:

"How are you?"

...Klein wiped his face harder and forced a smile: "Yeah."

Yes, and the captain. The captain may still be saved, Miss Dai Li must still be sad because of the captain's death, Tingen's revenge has not been avenged, I can't be depressed now... Even if I can't avenge Edward Vaughn, I will at least try my best. Do what you can.

Klein cheered himself up and regained a little energy.

He took off the citrine pendant from his wrist, divined "It will be safe tonight", and got a positive answer. The tense nerves finally relaxed. Klein stood up with force, went to the bathroom to wash his body briefly, and then returned to the living room despite being tired.

The weather was cold, but as soon as he lay down on the bed, Klein felt exhausted. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

TBC

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Klein, come back to life!