The hand that had climbed up to brown spots with bulging veins held a twig with side buds. Orff's right hand holding the scissors came up unsteadily, and with four fingers, he cut it two or three times.
He cut it off. He looked at the twig that was not half as thick as his little finger, shook his head and threw it at the root.
After he took a breath, he did not continue pruning. He handed the scissors in his right hand to Edward Laito. With the help of the other person, he walked to the bench and sat down. His back was slightly hunched, and he squinted at the scissors he had just cut.
The juniper tree that had been trimmed did not move for a long time.
Edward Laitor was still standing aside, with his hands behind his back, holding the small pair of scissors.
After an unknown amount of time, Orff's dark red and black-purple lips moved:
"There are still five days left, don't you plan to come over yet?"
Although the two sides already had a tacit understanding, this was the first time Orff broke it. Edward was a little surprised. After thinking for two seconds, he said:
"It should be soon. After all, according to Lu En and Ma Xi's previous communication, the bride should have boarded the train to Sisen County by now."
He did not say Rawls directly, which he was not allowed to do.
Edward is also a little confused about his current state. Even though almost half a year has passed, he still doesn't understand what is going on with him now, whether he is dead or alive. His body is still full of vitality, and his heart is beating every minute.
Beating vigorously, but nothing like his previous self.
He remembered that he was killed by Rawls, but somehow he survived and became what he is now.
As the former first mate of the "Black Emperor", Edward had dealt with people from the Secret Order and knew some knowledge about the "Secret Puppet Master", but he was certain that he was not a marionette or a puppet, but something like a puppet.
A living person with the ability to think for himself.
He felt more like a personality implanted by a high-sequence "audience", but he could clearly remember everything before, not to mention Rawls could directly bring consciousness to him, even if he was once a demigod.
It was hard for him to imagine, and it reminded him of a word he heard in the rumors about the assassination of Emperor Russell, "god descends into a vessel."
But these can only be hidden in the mind, and Edward Laito can only play the role of Crown Prince Ma Xi well.
"Well, I guess so..."
Orff nodded and said nothing.
When the sun gradually moved toward the southwest, Edward trembled and looked not far away, where he saw Rawls and Alicia.
Orff, who was sitting on the bench, squinted his eyes for a while, then raised his drooped eyelids, and the tiredness on his face evaporated instantly like the dew when the sun rose. He retracted his legs and was about to stand up, but the young man
His old body and fatigue from sitting for a long time did not allow him to stand up completely.
He immediately raised his right hand, wanting Edward to help him up. A warm hand had already grasped his hand, and the clear figure in his eyes disappeared. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a picture
Familiar but slightly different, with a face with brown eyes, his lips trembled, and he was helped to sit back.
"came back."
"Well, I'm back."
Rawls' nose twitched, he held the hand that was holding his tightly and sat next to him.
Edward Laito, who was standing nearby, lowered his head and casually touched his face with his hand. A nearly transparent human skin mask that kept changing colors appeared in his hand and he handed it over respectfully.
Rolls took the mask casually and was about to put it on again, when he felt the hand holding his own was slightly stronger and heard the old voice of his grandfather Orff:
"Don't..."
"It's up to you." Rawls stuffed the mask into his pocket.
Alicia appeared behind Edward, put a hand on his shoulder, her figure gradually became sluggish, and disappeared into the air.
Holding Rawls's hand with one hand and holding his glasses with the other, Orff squinted and stared at Rawls's face again and again. He wanted to open his mouth several times but then closed it. He held Rawls's face.
The right hand of the hand kept shaking.
Rawls didn't know what to say, so he could only sit there, looking at the loose skin on his grandfather's face, his sparse eyebrows, and the tears rolling in his cloudy eyes, and pursed his lips.
After a long time, Grandfather Orff spoke again:
"Is everything about Runen over?"
"Yes, it's over. I will be here during this period."
There is no need for Rawls to pay special attention to Backlund for the time being. Most things can be handled with Edward Lai's care.
"That's good, that's good..." Orff nodded solemnly, "I have prepared your wedding here for you. You have to check again later to see if there are any problems. After all, you are not here all the time.
Pay attention."
"Well, I'll go take a look."
Rawls is still very relieved about these things. After all, there are special people to take care of them. He is just following his grandfather's words.
"By the way, you should have met Delina. How is she?"
"It's very beautiful, especially in the wedding dress. You can see it in a few days."
"That's good, that's good..."
King Ma Xi seemed to have completely forgotten that he had seen some photos and information of Delina, and had also forgotten his identity as king, and that this was a political marriage, and began to talk about the lake like an ordinary old man.
Talking:
"You have to treat her well. You are alone, and she is alone. Also, after you get married, you still have to have a child as soon as possible, so that the relationship between you will be much better. Did you hear...
"
"Yeah." Rawls pinched his nose and nodded repeatedly.
The warm sunshine swayed down, falling on every plant in the garden, and on the two of them, covered with a layer of golden clouds.
…
7 Pinster Street.
By the time the sun had completely set, the gas lamps as tall as a person on both sides of the road had already turned on, casting down clouds of darkness.
After getting rid of most of the accumulated emotions, Leonard, who had slept for four full hours, opened his eyes on the bed. His green eyes were clear again, and the fatigue on his handsome face completely disappeared, becoming full of energy.
After feeling the care of the night and the slight increase in spirituality, he opened the quilt, rolled out of bed, changed out of his bathrobe, took out a white shirt and black trousers from the closet, put them on and swayed with slippers.
When I came to the restaurant, I took out a half-full bottle of South Wales red wine from the wine cabinet.
He poured out half the cup, took a sip, and lay leisurely on the sofa.
A few minutes later, Leonard, who had finished half a glass of red wine, sat up straight, touched his face, frowned, and asked in a low voice:
"Old man, did the archbishop use 'Requiem' on me?"
Although Ms. Dai Li was temporarily out of danger, he would not relax to such an extent. Not only did he sleep for four hours, but he was also in the mood to drink a glass of red wine after getting up. In addition to having such a habit when he was in Tingen, he became "
It's almost never been done since "Red Gloves."
As a "requiem master", Leonard naturally thought of the last look St. Anthony gave him.
The slightly older voice sneered and said with a hint of ridicule:
"Not bad, I thought you didn't realize it..."
"Really?"
Leonard opened his mouth wide, and he didn't notice it at all. If he hadn't been too relaxed, he really wouldn't have realized that he was being "requiemed". Only at this moment did he have a clear awareness of a demigod.
"What about Ms. Daly?"
"He didn't lie to you."
"That's fine."
Compared to himself who was tricked silently, Leonard still trusts the old man more. He knows that the "thief" path sequence 8 is the "scammer" and the sequence 7 is the "decryption scholar" and has the ability to judge lies.
.
After confirming that Ms. Dai Li was indeed in stable condition, he immediately thought of Klein. He had not had time to take care of his former colleague in the past few days, and now he realized that there had been no news about her.
Are you feeling guilty or looking for a solution?
Recalling that Saint Anthony's original words were "if there are no accidents", Leonard was still a little uneasy. He put down his wine glass and was about to go out, planning to ask Dawn Dantès.
But as soon as he picked up the long windbreaker, he heard the old man's voice ringing in his ears again:
"You're going to find Dwayne Dantès?"
Leonard's movements were stagnant and he said angrily:
"Yes, you guessed it right again!"
"You'd better go to sleep and see him."
"Why? Or are you afraid of him?"
Leonard, who had already put on his windbreaker, walked to the bedroom mirror and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror.
"This is for your own good. Have you forgotten that there was an explosion in the sewer pipe on Berklund Street last night? Even if the princess has left, will there be less investigation?"
"All right."
Leonard curled his lips. This matter was taken over by MI9 on the pretext of being suspected of attacking members of the royal family, and was not under the control of the "Nighthawks". But if you want to fall asleep, I'm afraid it will take a few hours, and it's just sunset now.
.
…
Burklund Street sewer.
The ruins have been cleared out by professionals from MI9, leaving a trail that can allow one person to pass through.
"There are traces of manual excavation here, but the explosion destroyed most of the traces, and the specific direction of the excavation cannot be found. Moreover, according to Director Salt's judgment, there are extraordinary people who covered up the traces. What is preserved now is probably
Mislead us."
A stocky MI9 member wearing a black mask was doing the analysis. Next to him, a thin middle-aged man with round eyes and a high nose, without a mask, touched his chin and said with a smile:
"Isn't there someone coming to dig up the treasure? After all, Backlund has a long history. Maybe that nobleman hid something underground and lured people here..."
"No matter what, the thing we are most worried about now will not happen, and even if the investigation does not produce results, the responsibility will not be too great."
The short and stocky man sighed and felt frightened when he recalled the senior executives who had appeared here after the explosion last night.
On the night before the princess was about to get married, an explosion occurred. Even in the North District, which is far away from Queens, it needs to be focused on. Brigadier General Jordi, who often cooperates with the three major churches, is expected to become the eighth deputy director.
They all pushed Saint Anthony back forcefully and assigned the case to MI9 for investigation.
But how could the investigation result be obtained in just a few hours? They were worried that this was a trap to attract the power to guarantee the wedding ceremony, so they abandoned their team and continued the investigation. By the time the princess successfully boarded the train, this embarrassment was tantamount to...
The wedding has nothing to do with it, so it is not taken seriously.
"Maybe just like the reason we gave the police, this is an arms trading place, and an accident happened and it exploded!"
"Where is that person? Where is the body? There must be blood residue, right?" The short and sturdy man stretched out his arm and pointed, "And the person who placed the explosives was obviously an expert. Not much explosives were used, but the power caused was huge.
It's very big, but it only killed a few rats. Do you think that person has a grudge against rats?"
"It's hard to tell, among those who accidentally become extraordinary people, which one is normal..."
The round-eyed middle-aged man suddenly turned his head. His thin body under the formal suit seemed to swell suddenly, and the buttons seemed to burst. He kicked out a piece of gravel and hit it in the darkness. The rat "squeaked" was heard.
.
"mouse?"
The short and stocky man reached out and pushed forward. A soft light enveloped the area. In the transition between light and darkness, a mouse scurried over and disappeared into the shadows. When the light expanded outward again, there was no trace of the mouse.
"Is there no problem?"
The round-eyed middle-aged man closed his eyes slightly, felt it for a moment, and then slowly shook his head:
"Probably not. The connection between me and the mouse has not been broken, and it has not run far away. The nest is only twenty or thirty meters ahead."
"That's good." The short and stocky man twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't write this matter in the report. Two Sequence 6s were startled by a mouse. This will probably become a joke that has been circulating in the department for a long time."
"Who would write such a thing in a report?" The middle-aged man glared at his companion, turned and walked towards the sewer exit, "Remember to seal it to prevent them from sneaking back."
"Do you need to remind me of this?"
The short and stocky man took out a charm from his arms, exuding a sense of majesty. After instilling his spirituality into it, he pushed forward with one palm and declared:
"This place is isolated from inside and outside."
Before he finished speaking, he threw the talisman into the darkness, and the invisible spirituality began to spread from the talisman, covering dozens of meters around it.
But before the spirituality spread, the short and stocky man disappeared on the spot, left the sewer area, and came to the ground with his companion in front. He saw the other party looking at the ground in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"That mouse ran away again."
"Can you not mention that mouse?" The short, stout man patted his forehead and turned to walk to the other end of the street.
…
39 Berklund Street, Senator Macht's house.
Hazel woke up from her dream and sat up in a cold sweat. At this moment, she suddenly heard a creaking sound.
"teacher?"
She quickly turned on the gas lamp and saw a gray mouse on her balcony with blood dripping from its body. The wound was full of flesh and blood, as if it had been grazed by a bullet.