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"Here?"

Bernadette lowered her head slightly. "I... I don't want to... believe that Mr. Sparrow, who transformed a whole ship of fairy tale characters to take me to find the mermaid, is a bad person. `二_八_看-书^网¨ .无+错/内容￠"

There was a gleam in her blue eyes. "People who like fairy tales shouldn't be bad people."

That night, in the sea, with a boat full of fairy-tale characters, Bernadette will never forget it.

Chapter 482 Tell a Story

"but!"

Her expression suddenly turned serious. "You must tell me what your relationship with that man is! Did you send him over to sow discord between Dad and Mom..."

"Of course not."

Edward said, "His name is Dubois. He has been your father's good friend for more than ten years, but they had a falling out due to some misunderstandings. The reason your mother approached him last time was actually to help him reconcile with your father."

Bernadette's face immediately lit up: "Really?"

"If you don't believe me, you can just ask your parents. They told you last time not to let your imagination run wild. Children should be more innocent and happy. You will have a lot to worry about when you grow up."

——Just like Lilith.

"Eh~~"

Bernadette shrank her head, "The way you look at me is so strange."

"Well, I was just thinking about my daughter."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You have a daughter? Where is she? How old is she? Can you introduce her to me?"

Edward shook his head. "She...got lost with me. Everything I do now is to find her."

"Ah~" She patted Edward sympathetically, "You will definitely find her!"

She hesitated for a moment, "How about...you tell Dad and let him help you?"

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

"Uh-huh."

Bernadette nodded repeatedly, and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Mr. Sparrow, when can you take me to continue looking for the little mermaid? I fell asleep last time."

"In two days."

"All right."

At this time, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, obviously sleepy.

"Go back to bed. Look at you. You can't even open your eyes."

She pursed her lips, held her chin and said, "I'm a little kid who just experienced a murder and homicide. How can I fall asleep as if nothing happened?"

"Hey, if it were any other day, Dad would definitely tell me a story to put me to sleep, but he definitely doesn't have time tonight, and Mom's stories aren't fun at all."

Bernadette wrinkled her nose, "Oh, I'm definitely going to have sleepless nights tonight."

Edward couldn't help but laugh and said, "You were able to fall asleep despite the rough sea conditions on the pirate bed that day. You didn't suffer from insomnia."

"Yes!"

She rolled her eyes and looked at Edward carefully: "Mr. Sparrow, how about...tell me a story?"

"Me? Please, I'm a wounded soldier now. Do you have any conscience if you ask me to tell you a story to get you to sleep?"

"…"

"oh."

She pursed her lips, a little disappointed.

"Oh, okay."

Edward shook his head. "What story do you want to hear?"

Bernadette's eyes lit up: "All right!"

Then he crawled to the sofa beside him and lay down, looking at Edward sideways, "Hurry, hurry, hurry."

"Since I'm trying to get you to sleep, I'll tell you...Sleeping Beauty."

"Okay~"

"Once upon a time, in another kingdom, after the queen gave birth to a lovely girl, she invited all her friends from the human and fairy tribes to a feast, but she did not invite the evil witch..."

Edward tried his best to slow down his tone and told the fairy tale in his memory bit by bit - everything seemed to have returned to the future. He was not telling a fairy tale to a child, but to the mysterious queen.

Bernadette lay on her side on the sofa, her big eyes gradually becoming sleepy and her breathing slowly becoming steady. She fell into a deep sleep halfway through the story.

Edward shook his head and did not continue speaking. He turned his head and looked through the window at the red moon in the sky.

The night was getting darker and darker, and as the last guest said goodbye and left, the cocktail party at the Roselle family came to an end.

Roselle came out of the study and found the bishop of Trier Cathedral. "Let's go, Mr. Bishop."

"What happened just now…"

"Everything has been taken care of, don't worry."

The bishop smiled and said, "If you encounter any difficulties, remember to ask the church for help at any time. Don't forget that you are our 'Son of Steam'."

"Of course, please."

More than an hour later, after sending the bishop back to the church, Russell returned home in his own luxurious carriage. He leaned back in the carriage with a 100-dollar bill in his hand - which he had stolen when he helped the bishop deliver the donation box to the church.

He had prepared this donation box. He had put glue on the top of the money slot of the donation box before the reception started. As the first donor, he stuck 100 filgin coins on the glue to prevent it from falling to the bottom of the box. This allowed him to "steal" the 100 filgin coins in the church without making any noise while helping to move the box.

"In this way, the task that the 'evil god' asked me to do has been completed."

I hope that next time we meet, I can hear the news I want from Him.

When the carriage drove into the courtyard of Roselle's house, Roselle's old voice came from the opposite side: "We didn't find anything unusual along the way. It seems that the witch has no other companions."

"It's more likely that he was scared away by you, Master Zaratul."

"Oh, that's my fault."

Zaratul's silhouette appeared.

"Didn't the people in the secret society say that you disappeared without a trace and were busy somewhere? How come you suddenly have time to come and see me?"

"Oh, I just happened to go back and heard that you were looking for me, so I came to see you."

Zaratul smiled and stretched out his dry hand: "What do you need for divination?"

"Well, at home, after Adolf failed in divination, the doll turned into an ordinary stick. Later, I asked someone to try it again, but no information could be divined."

"Let me try again. You may not know that as a miracle worker... it is easiest for me to create miracles."

Roselle frowned and thought for a moment before asking, "Sir Zaratul, what exactly is a miracle? Last time you skipped this question, as if you were afraid that I would know something."

Zaratul smiled: "What do you think?"

"I think?"

Russell said calmly:

"There is only one kind of miracle in my mind, and that is the wonders of civilization! For example, the Dusk Palace of the Feysac Empire, the former residence of the Giant King Almir."

"Sure enough, everyone has a different understanding of miracles. For me..."

He paused, "What is a miracle? Coming back from the dead is a miracle!"

"…"

Luo Sai was stunned, and thoughts flashed through his mind: "Resurrection from the dead?"

So if I "died" on Earth and was reborn in this world, would that be considered a resurrection from the dead?

Is this also considered a miracle?

"No, I would call it 'cheating'."

Zaratul laughed. "You always come up with some inexplicable words, but this is probably why you can become the 'Son of Steam'."

As soon as I entered the villa, Matilda came over and whispered, "Dubois is going back."

Russell said unhappily, "Just go back if you want. Do you want me to send him back?"

"Mr. Sparrow is going back too."

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He suddenly remembered and frowned, "He was seriously injured. Why is he in such a hurry to go back?"

At this time, Dubois came over with the pale Edward. Perhaps because he took too big a step, the muscles on his face twitched slightly in pain, but he still managed a smile when he saw the couple: "Mr. Gustave, Madam, everyone has left, and we will say goodbye and go back."

Matilda said gently: "Mr. Sparrow, you should stay at our house for a few more days. We have a family doctor who will take good care of you."

What I'm afraid of is your family doctor. When you remove the bandages and change the dressings tomorrow, won't everything be exposed? Normally, both [False Reality] and [Transfiguration] can handle it easily, but now Zaratul is in the villa, so it's better to be safe.

"No, no, it's just some minor injuries. I won't bother you."

Roselle said, "Don't bother me. You saved Bernadette, and we haven't thanked you properly yet."

"Receiving the invitation tonight is the best thank you I can give."

After a few more polite words to each other, Mr. and Mrs. Russell did not try to keep them. When they arrived at the door, Dubois was standing in front of a carriage, instructing the coachman to drive as smoothly as possible so as not to hurt Mr. Sparrow's wound.

Russell glanced at Dubois, wiped his mustache with his finger and snorted, "Hey, Dubois, you're going to run away without telling me anything?"

Dubois raised his eyebrows and said, "Say something?" The corner of his mouth curled up, "Oh, the wine I gave you tonight is not actually aphrodisiac. It's just an ordinary bottle of red wine."

"???"

The smile on Russell's face froze, and he was about to pounce on her. Matilda quickly grabbed his arm, "You fucking bastard..."

"You are in good health, aren't you? Does it matter whether it can improve your sexual performance or not?"

"…Who said I cared? I was just simply upset that you lied to me!"

Russell loosened his tie, snorted, and said maliciously, "By the way, I heard that you messed around with those socialites a few years ago and got sick. Does your new boss know about this?"

Dubois's face darkened, "You should worry about yourself."

"What do I have to worry about? Everyone knows that I, Roselle, am a clean person. ~Lola Xiao~ said ¨! Geng Xin\ drunk¨ quickly ′"

"See my fingers?"

DuBois gave a middle finger.

Edward suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Mr. Gustav, please come to my next cocktail party."

"certainly!"

Russell readily agreed, "Hey! A haunted house that no one dares to live in, and a servant like Dubois to serve me, it's interesting to think about it. Don't you think so, Dubois?"

"Well, the villa on Rose Street is the one I rented when I first came to Trier. I will move to Emerald Street soon, so even if I hold a cocktail party, it will probably have to be there."

"That's a shame."

Roselle shrugged. "Oh, Klein, don't call me Mr. Gustav anymore. It sounds strange. Just call me Roselle. I recognize you as my friend."

Tsk, that feels weird.

If I had known, I wouldn't have used Klein's name.

Edward bowed slightly, "Good night then, Russell."

As he spoke, he climbed into the carriage with difficulty with the help of Dubois. Then the coachman shouted softly, and the carriage moved slowly, heading into the darkness in the distance.

When the carriage disappeared, the smile on Russell's face faded. He turned his head to look at Zaratul on the side (unseen by others) and asked, "Is there something wrong with this Klein Sparrow?"

Chapter 483: "Instant Kill" Zaratul

"What problem do you mean?"

Roselle folded his arms and said, "Oh, I got the invitation to my party through Dubois, and I happened to see the crime scene the first time I came, and then I happened to save Bernadette. Why do I feel that these are too coincidental?"

Zaratul shook his head. "At least my divination proves that encountering the murder case and saving your daughter was indeed a coincidence. As for whether he has other purposes, I don't know."

Roselle was relieved. As the saying goes, one should judge by deeds rather than intentions. As long as Bernadette's experience had nothing to do with him, then the fact that he saved his daughter was a fact:

"Hmm? Aren't you an angel of the fortune teller's path? You can't predict things like this?"

Zaratul looked at Roselle with eyes as deep as ancient wells. "It seems that you have some misunderstandings about fortune tellers, Roselle. No matter how powerful a fortune teller is, he can't imagine everything and be omniscient and almighty... That is another way. No, not a way.,娲?本\鰰/戦! `醉?芯-璋?踕-更,新_快'" He paused for a few seconds, "That is another field and level of ability, not what you should understand now."

"When will I know?"

"Sequence 2, right? Once you've been promoted to an angel, you'll know a lot of things."

Fuck, it's another Sequence 2 angel!

Russell muttered inwardly, "Alright. Let's go, I'll take you to divine with that broken stick."

...

When they returned to the villa at No. 7 Rose Street, the lights were still on in the house and the yard, and the servants and slaves had not yet gone to bed - of course, they could not lie down until their master came back.

"Hey, Mr. Sparrow, what's wrong with you?"

Akasha was lying on the sofa enjoying a glass of "special drink". When she saw Edward, whose face turned pale, being helped in by Dubois, she rushed over: she was really surprised.

Mr. Sparrow is a demigod, isn't he just going to a cocktail party? Who can hurt him?

"fine."

Edward waved his hand and said to Dubois, "Let everyone go to rest quickly."

"good."

Lalder hurriedly took the place of Dubois to help Edward up, and asked in a low voice, "Did you encounter any enemy?"

"Tsk, he's just pretending."

Akasha curled her lips and said, "What kind of drama are you acting in?"

"You'll know if you ask Dubois later. It was just an accident."

Edward glanced at them and said, "I didn't expect that you two would stay at home honestly."

Akasha turned her head unnaturally: It's strange that she is honest. As soon as Edward left the house, she wanted to follow him. Unfortunately, she couldn't get out of the villa after a long time. [False Reality] + [Hidden Space]. Anyone who uses it will know. /x?i`n_k′a!ns′h!u?w,u..*c^o,m_

As soon as he returned to the bedroom, Edward walked four steps backwards and entered the Sefirah Castle, then sat on his bronze chair.

"Zaratul discovered my identity as a Beyonder."

While reciting the divination sentence, the gold coin was thrown.

Numbers facing up indicate a negative.

Didn't you notice?

So he arrived after I used Fiendfyre?

Edward held his chin and thought for a moment, then used divination again: "Zaratul has doubts about me."

This time it was heads up.

"It seems my feeling was right."

I just don't know if he will come and cause trouble just because of a little suspicion.

The high-ranking Gou Sanjia people are often both timid and brave when doing things. They must be timid before taking action, make all preparations, and think of various escape routes. However, once they decide to do something, they will act with lightning speed and achieve their goals quickly.

Klein, Zaratul, and Amon are all like this - oh, Master Rosago, who carries two pillars alone, is an exception. He is just "pure courage".

There is only a thief who can steal for a thousand days, but there is no such thing as a thief on guard for a thousand days, so I can't just passively wait for Zaratul to cause trouble for me.

Fighting is definitely not easy, so...

After a brief thought, Edward nodded thoughtfully, "Then let's give it a try."

He immediately left Sefirah Castle and returned to reality, then recited his three-part formula in Hermetic:

"The eternal ruler of the dimension,

"The Deconstructor of the Endless Story,

"Transcendence of the past and the future."

Then he walked four steps backwards to log into Sefirah Castle—yes, he was using the method developed by Klein, where one prayed to oneself and then the other responded to oneself, transforming himself into a spirit body.

This step may seem redundant, but by turning into a spirit in this way, one can end the summoning and return to Sefirah Castle instantly without paying attention to anything else.

Edward can switch between spirit and entity freely, so he does not have to maintain a certain distance from the body like Klein, and his range of movement is limited.

This set of skills had no effect on his own actions and strength, but he had an extra "Instant Return to City Scroll" in his hand, which was really a secret trick for traveling at home or going out to commit suicide. Of course, the only disadvantage was that the consumption of spiritual power was relatively large, and even Sequence 4 could not use it unlimitedly.

Edward left the villa silently like a real ghost, passed through one residential house after another, and then appeared above the Roselle villa in a teleportation.

"Zaratul's current location."

He took out his cane and threw it. With the power of Sefirah Castle, the cane turned in a circle and pointed in a direction. Edward flew over lightly and soon arrived in front of a brightly lit room.

Roselle's voice came from the room, "Did you predict anything?"

Zaratul hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "You have a guest at home."

"What?"

Then the door creaked open, and Zaratul stood at the door, looking up with a smile and looking at Edward who was floating in the air. He seemed to have done nothing, but Edward immediately felt that his body and mind suddenly became slow and stiff, and his movements were sluggish.

It was Zaratul who manipulated the threads of his own spirit body, transforming himself into a secret puppet.

"uninhibited!"

Edward immediately used [Unfettered] to break free from the control of the spirit thread, smiled calmly, and reached out to grab Zaratul, trying to steal his current thoughts and steal his extraordinary ability.

The thought theft was successful, and the old man froze for half a second, but his extraordinary ability only stole one water breathing and paper throwing knives. However, Edward was not surprised, and the ancient and decayed gears in his eyes rolled:

"Degenerate!"

This was the Beyonder ability Edward gained when he was promoted to Sequence 4 by overdrawing his Delusion to reach Sequence 3. He had secretly experimented on some ordinary people and low-sequence Beyonders some time ago, and the results were remarkable.

But this was the first time for him to engage in real combat—and his target was an angel two levels higher than him!

But when using the ability of [Degeneration], the more you know about the target, the higher the success rate, the stronger the effect, and the longer the duration - at this time, Edward must be one of the people who knows little Zaratul best in the mysterious world.

In addition, Zaratul's mind was briefly stolen, and he fell into a defenseless state.

Almost at the moment when [Degeneration] was used, Zaratul's aura suddenly weakened a lot, and when he regained consciousness, his eyes were filled with shock: he had actually dropped from Sequence 2 to Sequence 3?

It's stealing!

This Beyonder from the Thief's Path was actually able to steal my sequence—even though it was only a few seconds, Zaratul immediately realized who the other person was: Amon!

Let me ask you, who else can be promoted to demigod as a thief today, except for the few surviving descendants of Jacob's family?

Apart from the Angel King of Thieves, who else could steal a Sequence 2 instantly?

After realizing this, Zaratul turned into flames without hesitation and fled into the distance.

"Heh, Amon's 'reputation' is surprisingly useful!"

Edward blocked Zaratul's escape direction at a [stealing] distance, with a smile on his face: "Little Zaratul, where are you going?"

But at this time, the escaping "Zaratul" quickly turned into a woman - the witch he had turned into a secret doll before.

Edward smiled, took out a monocle and put it on his right eye: "Interesting." - Of course he didn't really wear it, but used [False Reality] to create an illusion.

But at this moment, Zaratul could no longer tell the real from the fake. A trace of horror flashed across the eyes of the Secret Doll Witch, and suddenly her eyes became dull and stiff - it was obvious that Zaratul had completely given up on her.

On the other side, Russell was already stunned by what happened in less than half a minute.

What did I just see?

The mysterious and powerful Zaratul, an angel-level Sequence 2, was actually scared away by the man in front of him at the first sight? !

So what is this person's strength?

Sequence 1?

Or... stronger?

After making sure that Zaratul had escaped, Edward turned his gaze to Roselle. After a brief eye contact, he ended the summons to himself and disappeared on the spot.

"Gone?"

This person should be coming for Zaratul.