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"Let's go find the person who first spread the news about the witch and ask about the situation. .1-8?6,t￠x,t′.\c?o¨m."

According to the clues collected previously, the person who first spread the "witch legend" was a boy named Winter. He said that he met the old-looking witch when his lover was seriously ill and the doctors were helpless.

The witch easily cured his lover's illness and charged a certain price.

The "witch legend" that has been spread in recent days is mainly about some poor people who have fallen into desperate situations and have overcome their difficulties with the help of witches - but the witch they are talking about is a young woman.

Klein left the dock and walked around to the outskirts of the town. He saw an old brewery and a man and woman working from afar. Both of them had bright smiles on their faces.

"Excuse me."

Klein still looked like "Sparro" before, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Winter?"

Winter stopped what he was doing and asked curiously, "It's me, what's wrong sir, how can I help you?"

"I heard that the news about the witch on Simim Island first spread from you?"

Winter's expression immediately became alert, and Rui Ni quietly picked up the broom beside her, "I... I don't know if I was the first to spread it, but I did tell others about the witch. This was also her request."

"If you are here to see the witch, you can try to ask her for help. If she thinks it is necessary...she will come forward."

"oh?"

Klein grasped the information. "What do you mean by necessary? Do you mean that we have encountered difficulties?"

"Maybe. That's what she told me."

"Have you seen her lately?"

"Yes."

"when?"

Winter told me everything he knew. After all, the witch had said so, there was no need to hide anything about her. "Two days ago, she told me that because I let more people know about her existence, she returned the things she had taken from me as agreed, and gave me a sum of money as a reward. +1_8+0~t·xt~..c_o\m,"

"Two days ago?"

Klein frowned. "Are you sure the witch you saw twice is the same person?"

"…Although they look different, they should be the same person. After all, she knows the details of the deal I made with her, which I have never told anyone else."

"Is that so? I see."

Klein took off his hat and bowed slightly to express his gratitude. "Thank you for your answer, Mr. Winter. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."

If Lilith was really the witch in both incidents, then that means Edward and she are hiding on this island, but... why can't we contact them?

At this time, Winter hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Sir, if you really need help and want to see Miss Witch, maybe you can go to the Pro family on East Street and see her. Maybe you will meet her."

Klein was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"Because Mr. Pro broke his leg at the dock yesterday. If he asks the witch for help, he might actually be able to see her."

"So that's how it is. It seems that witch is really a good person."

Wen Te nodded and said, "Yes, many people say so, but she herself doesn't seem to think so."

"By the way, the legend of the witch seems to have spread beyond the island of Simim. If someone else asks her for help, she might leave here, so you have to hurry, sir."

"Thank you!"

Klein immediately quickened his pace and headed towards the town's East Street. -Zero`point?墈_book! /嶵?歆_cockroach?festival!耕+歆￠快￠

After asking for directions, he quickly found Pro's house. It was a rather dilapidated house, but when he arrived, he saw a girl who looked to be around twenty years old walking out.

She had long black hair draped over her back, and wore a light-colored sweatshirt on her upper body, jeans on her lower body, and a pair of sneakers on her feet. Her style looked very different from that on Simim Island.

No! Not just Simim Island, but this world!

Klein's heartbeat accelerated suddenly—the girl not far away was dressed in casual clothes from a modern city.

Emperor Roselle did bring some modern clothing to this world, but Klein was sure that it was far from being this "modern"!

So, the girl in front of me is...

A time traveler?!

Chapter 479 Opening the Box

For a moment, Klein felt nervous and worried. He looked at the girl who was looking at him inquiringly, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet...

A coin was flipped.

No matter what, safety first!

After seeing that the coin came up, he straightened himself up and walked forward quickly. He no longer cared about playing the gloomy and cold Sparrow, but tried to make his expression look gentler. He came to about three or four meters away from the girl and said:

"Odd changes but even doesn't?"

The girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand.

"Palace Jade Liquor?"

The girl looked puzzled.

"Sledgehammer 80?"

"…"

"The sky is blue and waiting for the rain?"

"…"

Aren't you Chinese?

Klein was trying to figure out what the foreign code was, but he suddenly heard the girl say in very standard and nice Chinese: "Hello."

"!!!"

Just two words broke through Klein's psychological defenses. His heart suddenly became hot, and he also said in Chinese: "You... You are the same as me..."

"No~"

The girl shook her head and smiled: "I..."

Just as she was about to speak, her entire body was suddenly engulfed by black flames. Her pretty face suddenly became painful, and she stretched out her hand to Klein with all her strength: "I... I am..."

The sudden scene stunned Klein. He rushed forward and used various abilities to try to put out the fire, but it was of no use.

"...I...want to go home."

After leaving behind the last words, Klein watched her turn into ashes all over the sky. Endless anger and fear devoured his heart. He desperately reached out to grab the ashes, but he could catch nothing.

"No! No! No!"

Bang!

Klein knelt weakly on the ground, watching with red eyes as the ashes flew into the sky and gradually dissipated into the distance.

"No!!!"

Click.

At this moment, a click sounded, followed by a familiar song in my ears: "Snow~flowers are fluttering, the north wind is howling. The world is vast. A cut winter plum blossom stands proudly in the snow..."

"???"

Klein looked blankly in the direction of the singing, only to see the girl who was burned to ashes by the blurry flames, holding a Walkman in one hand and a video recorder in the other.

"Cut!"

She smiled brightly and pressed the end recording button, "Perfect~"

"???"

After a brief moment of confusion, Klein jumped up and looked at her in disbelief, "You...you're not dead? Then just now...you were kidding me?!"

At this moment, he was not actually angry, but more of a feeling of relief and joy.

"No~"

She tossed the video recorder gently and said, "This is your lifeline for the future."

"???"

"You don't understand, do you?"

The girl blinked. "That's right! Keep working hard. Once you reach Sequence 4, you will understand. My dear..."

She smiled playfully, raised two fingers and swiped lightly, and her figure disappeared:

"Mr. Fool."

...

Trier for the past 1160 years.

Edward stood in front of the fitting mirror, changed into Trier's most popular "suit", held his chin with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, and simply posed in a few ways, and found that it was not bad.

Then he picked up the notebook with a ruby ​​on the side and walked out of the room.

The vampire siblings rushed forward at the same time, "Mr. Sparrow, take me with you to the cocktail party tonight!"

Edward wondered, "Are you two still interested in attending the cocktail party?"

"I want to meet the noble ladies of Trier."

"I want to see what kind of suits are popular in Trier!"

"…"

Edward stared at the siblings and refused, "No. Your vampires' eye features are too obvious. Is it appropriate for me to bring two vampires with me to a cocktail party?"

Of course he could use Transfiguration to change the pupil color of both of them, but when he thought about yesterday's trip to the Jockey Club, where Akasha almost threw a tantrum because she lost the game - who knew what kind of trouble would arise if he took them to the cocktail party.

"Take good care of the house."

Edward gave them an encouraging look and walked out of the villa. In order to prevent Akasha from pretending to obey but actually disobeying, he also left a [false truth] specifically for her.

Pop.

He opened his pocket watch and saw that it was three minutes to three o'clock in the afternoon - three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday.

However, for a long time to come, this time point no longer had any special significance—unless I followed Klein's example and held a party at a fixed time every week.

But why hold a party?

Look at my two current "members", one is the brainless Yedan Tree, and the other is Roselle who was polluted by the Outer Gods. No matter how glorious they are now, their futures will be more miserable than the other. +h_t·x?s`w_.*n′e′t~

Is this a competition to compare misery?

hiss--

It's not impossible.

Edward might not be able to gain any substantial benefits from it, but... he would definitely have a lot of fun.

At the gate of the courtyard, Dubois had already prepared the carriage and was waiting for Edward.

"Doesn't the cocktail party start at 6 o'clock? Is it necessary to leave so early?"

"Let's go to No. 28 Emerald Street first. The owner of the villa finally agreed yesterday, but he wants to discuss the price with you in person. In addition, we also want to buy a bottle of good wine as a gift for our first visit."

"OK."

With a light shout from the coachman, the carriage started moving with a rumble.

Neither of them spoke anymore. One closed his eyes while the other looked out the window at the street outside.

...

Twenty minutes later.

The carriage stopped in front of a villa that looked several times more luxurious than No. 7 Rose Street. Edward jumped off the carriage and looked at the villa in front of him with satisfaction on his face, then followed Dubois in.

Unexpectedly, Edward did not feel neglected at all, and the villa's butler always treated him politely, without any of the arrogance of the old aristocrats that he had heard of before.

Until he saw the owner of the villa... the hostess, a good-looking lady in her forties but wearing heavy makeup, came out warmly and hugged Dubois.

Okay, I understand.

You've really worked hard to become an Extraordinary.

Seeing that they finally let go, Edward coughed and stepped forward to greet: "Ahem, Mrs. Pavlov.^k¨a·n?s￠hu·h_e,z_i_.+c·o*m·"

"No, no, no!"

The hostess immediately said seriously: "Please call me Ms. Marcia, Mr. Sparrow."

Dubois immediately explained: "Pavlov... is Marcia's ex-husband. He just passed away two days ago. The villa was inherited by their child, but the child is only 8 years old this year, so..."

Understood.

"Mr. Sparrow."

Marcia held a glass of red wine and said calmly, "Dubois said that you rented the haunted house at 7 Rose?"

—Du Bois stood beside her, as if he were her housekeeper.

"yes."

Edward sighed in distress. "At the time, I had no other choice. I wanted to settle down in Trier as soon as possible, but I didn't know the place well enough, so I rented the place in a hurry."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Marcia laughed. "I really thought people like you were brave enough not to fear death."

"Ahem, no matter how scared you are, you have to pretend not to be scared. This way, you won't be bullied easily in unfamiliar places."

"Oh, then tell me now, aren't you afraid that I will bully you?"

Edward said firmly: "I believe Dubois. Since he introduced the lady to me, the lady must be trustworthy."

"Okay, I like your honesty."

Marcia put down the wine glass and snapped her fingers, and the real butler immediately handed over a contract.

"The rent is 3 Filkins a week, payable every five years. If you agree, sign the contract."

Edward took the contract and signed his name without even looking at it. "No problem."

"You can move in in a week."

Marcia waved her hand casually and looked at Dubois again, "Dubois, are you really not going to consider coming to help me? You used to worry about that old guy causing trouble for you, but now you don't have to be afraid at all. ~小￠税·宅~¨蕪!错~內!内容/"

"Thank you, Marcia. Mr. Sparrow helped me when I was in the most difficult time. I must serve him for at least a year and help him gain a foothold in Trier in order to repay his kindness."

Dubois smiled warmly and said, "If you are still willing to hire me by then, I will definitely help you!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for you for another year."

Marcia squeezed his hand reluctantly, "If I hadn't been busy later, I would have asked you to stay and have dinner with me."

"There will be a chance."

Dubois bowed slightly, "Then we'll be leaving first. I look forward to seeing you next time."

He winked at Edward and they left together.

As soon as they returned to the carriage, Edward joked, "Dubois, you were too modest before. Even if it's not through Roselle, you still have a way to help me contact the nobles in Trier, right?"

Dubois wiped his sweat and said, "This Marcia was once a famous socialite in Trier. Although she had a lot of property after inheriting the estates of several husbands, she was actually despised by the nobles."

"Associating with such people will only make you despised by the true nobles."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for your hard work."

Edward patted his shoulder with an expression that said, "You've suffered."

DuBois: "…"

Inside the villa at 28 Jade Street.

Not long after Edward and Dubois left, a man in black knight clothes appeared in the house.

Marcia leisurely picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "How about it, did you see anything?"

"No."

The man shook his head.

"Do you want me to clean that up?"

"No, the previous incident has already caused some unnecessary suspicion. When they move in, I will find a way to confirm it again. If there is no problem, forget it."

"Hey, Tariq, how can you accomplish anything if you are always so restrained?"

Marcia licked the bright red wine stains on the corners of her mouth and laughed:

"I will...never allow my Lord's plan to fail."

Chapter 480: Special Physical Condition Not Suitable for Attending Cocktail Parties

6pm.

Edward and Dubois arrived at the luxurious villa of the Roselle family. Edward was in front, and Dubois was two steps behind, holding a bottle of red wine worth 58 Felgin in his hand.

According to Dubois, a wine at this price is neither too low nor too abrupt.

It must be said that even though Roselle had not yet entered politics (military) at this time, his reputation as the Son of Steam was still very popular in Trier.

The guests met along the way were basically nobles in important positions, and the party was no worse than the future cocktail party of the Hall family.

By the way, this is Edward's third time attending a noble cocktail party:

The first time was when Vice Admiral Hurricane assassinated Duke Negan.

The second time, Backlund's new party was almost wiped out.

Today, for the third time...

Emperor Roselle, you have to stand up straighter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of arrogant and haughty laughter came, and Russell came over in a gorgeous men's suit. He raised his chin high, his eyes full of mockery: "Dubois, who told you to come to my house to eat and drink for free?"

Dubois had a calm expression. He stepped forward and stuffed the red wine into Roselle's hand. "This is a gift."

"A bottle of cheap red wine? My dog ​​wouldn't even drink that kind of stuff."

Russell's ridicule did not take Edward into consideration at all - and it also gave him a real understanding of this great emperor! Compared to the protagonist of a cool novel, he is more like a brainless villain who is used by the protagonist to slap his face.

Dubois raised the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "It can enhance male sexual function."

"…"

Russell opened his mouth for a few seconds, then angrily said, "I'm in good health! I don't need this kind of stuff! Don't try to discredit me! Dubois!"

Having said that, he honestly handed the red wine to Green who was following behind him.

Dubois said calmly, "Humph, I really hope that thing down there can still be as hard as your mouth."

"Oh my god!"

Edward watched silently, and couldn't help but be surprised: the relationship between Dubois and Russell is better than he thought. This kind of unabashed trash talk when meeting each other can only happen between true "brothers".

But how could such a relationship break up?

Besides, you don't look like you are really broken up now.

"Hey, have we met somewhere before?"

It was then that Russell looked at Edward for the first time. He raised his eyebrows, thought for a few seconds, and then realized: "Oh..."

"Yes, we were at..."

"It was at Mrs. Gris's cocktail party a while ago, right? You beat me to it and took away the most beautiful girl in the room."

Edward: "…"

"Hahaha."

After a few seconds, Roselle laughed. "It was just a joke. It was the Trier Cathedral. I really liked the way you looked at me at that time. Although it was a little disgusting between two men, I don't know why, I just felt that you were very kind."

"Come on, come on, come with me and have a few drinks."

He rushed forward and deliberately pushed Dubois away, then warmly put his arm around Edward's shoulders and walked towards the banquet hall.

As soon as he entered the banquet hall, Roselle lowered his voice and said, "Hey, buddy, I'll help you get to know the nobles in Trier, and you can go back and dismiss Dubois, how about that?"