When Elena knocked down the railing in Sir Friedman's lounge, outside Alpha Castle, at the end of Gamma Street, outside a dusty single villa, two uninvited guests came.
In the afternoon, the sun has just moved across the sky, and there is still a bit of laziness in the air, driving away the chill of the early winter morning. The bluestone pavement of Gama Street is dry and clean, and occasionally the roadside
A few yellow leaves dropped from the olive tree will be immediately swept to the corner by the inexplicable breeze.
Two figures in white cloaks walked silently on the bluestone road, and finally stopped at the door of No. 49 Gama Street.
Gamma Street is a small street that surrounds the main castle of Alpha. The street is not long and not chaotic. On the side close to the castle, there is a neat circle of silver-gray mansions standing along the street. The house numbers of these mansions start from Alpha
The calculation starts on the left side of the main entrance of the castle, and goes backwards in order, skipping the unlucky numbers such as No. 4, No. 13, etc., and after going around in a circle, it ends on the right side of Alpha Castle.
And No. 49 Gama Street is the last house number in this circle of silver-gray mansions.
Different from the Byzantine, Rococo, Grand View Garden and other gorgeous styles of those ancient aristocratic families, No. 49 Gama Street Residence seems to have more elements from the magical world - mushroom-shaped cabins, cannoli-like eaves, and window edges.
It is made of finger biscuits and garnished with fresh bergamot and cranberries; outside the house, Puff Chicken is running around chasing a few glutinous rice sticks covered in cane sugar; in the yard, hot cocoa spring water is gurgling
It was bubbling, and a few candy ducks were swimming around stupidly, flapping their wings from time to time, and spilling the dark brown hot drink everywhere.
"Is this really the Cheung Kei Club?" The guest walking behind couldn't help but asked softly, with a tone of disbelief: "This is too exaggerated!"
The man in white cloak who was walking in front stopped and looked back at the wizard behind him.
"This was originally the residence of the Grimm Witches, but due to poor development, the witches had not recruited enough members for a long time and could not find suitable sponsors. So they were forced to abandon this candy hut... and in
Soprano made some gold at this year's school hunting competition, so he had enough capital to purchase this mansion as the residence of his Cheung Kei Association."
"This is also the purpose of our visit today."
"Matthew, you have to remember, never judge the truth of things based on your first impression, no matter how shocking or unbelievable they are." The tone of the white cloak seemed a bit stern, but his expression
It was blocked by the hood and was not exposed.
"Okay, sir." Matthew Cullen immediately lowered his head and accepted his cousin's teachings.
Sir Friedman then turned around, tightened the collar of his cloak, crossed the threshold made of chocolate, and walked into this very unique mansion.
Seeing a guest coming, a bread man staggered over to greet him.
"Good day, gentlemen." The Bread Man bowed laboriously and said hello angrily. Matthew noticed that there were several deep ravines on the head of the Bread Man's pineapple bun. He wondered if it was his smiling face;
The arms and legs made of baguettes are difficult to bend, and the broken bread crust and powdered sugar on it are falling downwards as it bows.
I wonder if the bread man will be brought to the dining table by the owner of this mansion if he can't stand up. The young vampire thought silently, and at the same time quietly took off the cloak covering the outside, and handed it over to the other people who came over.
bread man waiter.
I have to admit, the air-dried baguette is really strong and can be used to hang several ponchos without any pressure.
A breeze blew by, and a wisp of sweet scent rushed into the young vampire's nose, causing him to take a deep breath and feel a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.
This feeling of satisfaction disappeared immediately after he followed Sir Friedman into the Mushroom House and saw a large soda cracker table and the fat wizard behind the table.
He was a strong, fat man. Even through his loose robe, you could still clearly see the outline of his bulging muscles. His eyebrows were very thick, his eyes were small, and his eyes were deep. His cheeks were slightly drooped, as if he were a tiger watching eagerly.
Shar Pei.
But Matthew would never dare to express his innermost thoughts in front of the fat wizard.
Because sitting behind the soda cracker table was Mike King Soprano, who was as famous as his cousin in the Alpha Academy, the vice president of the Blood Club, the founder of the Cheung Kei Club, and the most famous person in the entire castle.
One of the few powerful students.
"Friedman?" When he saw the two guests, the strong fat man behind the table did not stand up to welcome him. Instead, he squinted his eyes and pursed his lips tighter: "You actually have the guts to come to my place.
"
"Why not?" Jazz looked very surprised.
He spread his hands slightly, shrugged, looked around, and his tone was extremely friendly: "I heard that you made a little money recently, so you immediately replaced such a mansion on Gama Street. As a neighbor, I naturally want to express my gratitude.
Congratulations... By the way, the 3A Association's residence is at No. 27 Gama Street, which is about diagonally opposite this residence."
"This is sarcasm, Mike, I heard it!" A sharp shout suddenly came from a picture frame hanging on the wall. It seemed that he was speaking from Soprano's perspective, but his tone revealed a strong sense of humor.
gloat.
Matthew's eyes paused slightly. He knew the figure hanging in the photo frame - he was the owner of the homeless bar on the pedestrian street of Beta Town. He was called the "Wandering Wizard" by the students. It was said that he was once a black man.
wizard.
But, what was this wandering wizard doing here in Seprano? The young vampire's mind immediately started spinning, trying to think independently about what kind of deal there would be between a former dark wizard and the current black boss of the academy.
"Thank you, Mr. Wandering Wizard... But this is a matter between Friedman and I." The fat wizard thanked you coldly, and then his eyes moved slightly: "As a thank you gift, I treat you to some cream.
"
A strong wizard quietly walked out of the corner, holding a large basin of cream, and pasted it on the photo frame. The scream of the wandering wizard was immediately drowned behind a layer of white cream, and became inaudible.
The corners of Matthew's eyes twitched slightly.
Soprano didn't pay attention to the expression of the little vampire behind Friedman. He was still sitting in his seat, and he didn't seat the two guests. He just leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands, and leaned on them.
He lowered his chin and looked at the tall wizard in front of him, his eyes getting darker and darker:
"Speaking of which, what do you want to do when you come today?"
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