It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

The food on the plate was different from what they usually used. It seemed that it was probably not Farmine's handicraft, but something that the maid made by herself.

Thinking of this, her eyebrows became even higher.

Ella sat sideways on the stool, trying to straighten herself as much as possible.She felt a chill down her back, and an inexplicable thought flashed through her mind that she had done something wrong.

"How about...I won't eat? Anyway, I'm not very hungry."

she tried to ask.

"Why don't you eat...you think too much, I don't want to be jealous with an old woman, these are trivial details, the important thing is not to let her see you now."

Having said that, Ling still looked a little annoyed.

Ella couldn't help but touch her face.

This is a very strange experience. In the recent period, she has hardly been in the room without any disguise like this.Although it was only less than a month, she even felt that it had been so long that she forgot her original appearance.

Just removing the persona and the habit-forming confusion spell, this insignificant change actually made her feel relaxed all over her body, and even her breathing became much smoother.

Ling hummed, and moved a chair to sit with her carefreely.

Ella tried to explain:

"Annai only likes the false identity of Yusuf Bell...that's a playboy from Paris, not your Ella Williams."

"That's not okay, I'm Valentina now, and I'm also obliged to back off the old woman who is close to Bell."

And her attempt apparently failed.

The embarrassment on Ella's face made Ling couldn't help laughing.

She lifted Ella up with a stool and put it on the ground facing the table.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, you probably haven't had dinner yet."

Ella picked up half a piece of fried egg with a fork, and the warm egg liquid dripped down the cut on the white plate.

Anai didn't know how to cook much, just simply fried two strips of bacon and an omelette, and heated a few slices of white bread with steam. The drink was warm milk and some dried oatmeal.

But even so, after leaving Batignolles’ surroundings, the food was reassuring for her.

In the unnamed bar before, she was forced to pretend to be asleep after only taking a sip of cherry brandy. After that, she experienced another battle with the dirty blood. After the incident, Ella did feel a little hungry.

After filling her stomach a little, she began to talk about today's experience.The magic of isolating sound has already been cast in the room, even if An Nai put her ear against the wall, she couldn't hear anything.

Ella first talked about what she had seen and heard in the suburbs of Paris, and then patted Ling's hand on her shoulder.

But after a while, it took it from his waist again, dawdling around dishonestly.

"We found clues to the Foulblood in Batignol's gang... Wait, you're not listening at all."

I can't tell whether it's itching or numbness coming from the waist along with the dry heat.

Ella felt that her hairs were about to stand on end, she couldn't help twisting her body a few times, the thoughts in her mind turned into a mess of yarn balls, and she even forgot what she was going to say.

"Yes, I didn't listen at all. I have more important things to do now... The dirty blood and hunters must be thrown aside first."

Ling even admitted it without hesitation.

Ella picked up the cup helplessly, and she took a sip of warm milk, her upper lip seemed to have a layer of white beard attached.

Ling suddenly leaned over, which made the former close his eyes nervously.

In the darkness, it was as if a kitten had licked her upper lip, greedily rolling the milk and other things that were still warm.

No, that was obviously not a kitten, but some larger cat, an absolute predator with barbs growing on its tongue.There is a posture of eating himself dry and wiping himself clean.

Ella sighed and simply put down the knife and fork.

"Okay, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Isn't this obvious?"

Ling almost pressed Ella's whole body on the dressing table, looking down at her condescendingly.The body curve under the white silk nightdress was the same as her demeanor, full of murderous looks.

"You horny bastard... at least wait until I take a shower?"

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom and talk..."

Ella exclaimed and was carried on her shoulders.The power to knock down adult ruffians and even puzo, a dirty blood species, was nothing in front of Ling, and he couldn't even do a few symbolic resistances.

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On the other hand, Hyde knocked on the door of Champs No. 30 again. This was the third time he knocked on the door within 5 minutes.

Under normal circumstances, he really didn't intend to use magic and create unnecessary magical fluctuations on the street with an entire squad of enforcers watching.

After riding in the police station's carriage to the St. Louis Public Hospital, he spent a lot of time before he managed to get back here.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Hyde's eyelids twitched.

He found that the lights in each room had been turned off. Not only did the shadow not pull him into the portal, he simply forgot that he hadn't come back.

It stands to reason that Annai and Shadow, whose room is closest to the door, can hear the knock on the door, at least in normal times.As always, Shadow is just indulging in meaningless sleep. Her body structure itself is different from that of humans. Deep sleep is more like a pre-set state and will not be affected by noise.On the other hand, An Nai was very disappointed tonight. Covering herself in the quilt, she passed the wall, the three layers of separation between the quilt and the pillow, and could not hear any sound.

Hyde still touched his pocket unwillingly, but his excellent spiritual intuition reminded him repeatedly that the copper key was lying on the bedside table in his bedroom.

For a while, his mood became very complicated.

Chapter 60 Rainy Night

Fittili was not sleepy yet, she was leaning on the jujube wood chair in the study room of No. 29 Champs Elysees, writing something quickly on the manuscript paper with a quill pen.

Her recent thinking is not bad, the new story has built a rough prototype, and Ella has contributed a lot of interesting materials to the subject that Fittili wants to write.

She placed a bottle of Cognac, a strong distilled spirit, on the table.Fittili doesn't drink well, but she still likes to drink a little while writing.In a state of drunkenness, the bloodthirsty symptom will be slightly weakened and become less painful.

In recent days, she has become very relaxed.There's no need to go to great lengths to conceal her identity. At least half of the people in the next room know that she is a dirty blood, but no one cares about it.

Fittili can go there every day for dinner, and return home to paint or create.Occasionally remove the obfuscation spell that has become a habit in front of them, and stay in the room in a daze with the already unfamiliar appearance.Play with those old stuffed animals, even if that little bear has a bald patch of tail.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't matter even if the holy object is taken away, maybe Ella has a way to delay the curse on her body, allowing her to live a short but stable time.

It felt like... like she was an ordinary human woman, and how long ago had it last felt like this, ten years ago?Or 20 years ago?

It would be great if there were no hunters chasing him, and it would be great if he escaped with Nils.

Thinking of this, Fitili couldn't help but laugh at himself.That kind of life is too extravagant and delusion, not something that a person like her can have.

Thinking of this, Feitili's thoughts suddenly became a little confused, and she glanced at the white manuscript paper blankly.There are more messy graffiti and ink spots on it, and those fragmented and meaningless sentences are stacked together, like five or six black spiders huddled together.

She put down the quill, crumpled up the manuscript paper and threw it on the ground.This is the end of the good state, today is not suitable to continue writing.

Fittili poured himself another glass of spirits, and the amber liquid in the polygonal glass stirred mottled spots of light under the light of the gas lamp.

Fittili raised his glass and raised his head, but his hands froze.

She saw a blurry black shadow through the liquid, and at first Fittili thought it was a stain on the glass or impurities mixed into the wine.But when the wine slowly fell and the glass became transparent again, she was sure that there was another person in her room.

Fittili put down the cup little by little, trying not to irritate the other party.

"I remember your smell... you're the one who tried to kill me twice, right Miss Victoria Milusel?"

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A slender figure wearing a black hooded robe appeared in the corner of the study. Through the greasy and stained seam of the robe, Fittilly could see a few metal pipes bound together by rivets, and there were still some The smell of iron and fire.

Her pupils shrank a little. Although she didn't know this kind of firearm, she was unwilling to take a shot at this distance.

She was there that night, and the assailant was undoubtedly hit by magic, which should have been fatal.Being pierced by the spear containing the cursed power, even Fidili, who is a high-ranking dirty blood, needs a certain amount of recovery time.

According to common sense, Victoria should have died.But no matter what, the other party still maintained a steady breathing, and appeared in his study.

According to Fittili's original prediction, Victoria would probably draw her gun silently like the previous two times, and then smash her head.

But Victoria lifted her hood, and sat on the sofa opposite her with some hesitation.

This girl who looks younger than her actual age looks a little abnormal.Unlike the quiet maid she had seen at No. 30 in the Champs Elysees, her cheeks were obviously sunken, and she had obvious dark circles, but her eyes were burning with a strange color and looked excited, that Mostly it is caused by drugs or other unknown reasons.

After taking off the hood, she became a little dazed and at a loss, as if even Victoria herself didn't know why she took such an illogical action.

Fittili's eyelids twitched, and she secretly counted the time, wondering when the wizards living next door would discover the anomaly here.Maybe she should figure out how to get some signal, why the hell didn't they discuss this before?

The answer to this question is obvious. During the time that the Executors were spread across Paris, most of the forces in the shadows should have been dormant and inactive.No one expected that someone would sneak in here under the eyes of the executor and even start a war.

Cold sweat dripped from Fitili's forehead. It was impossible for her to show the real body of the filthy blood in such a place. First of all, it would expose the blood to the hunters hiding in the dark.On the other hand, the movement created by the battle will also attract the attention of the executor, and at that time, her position will become very awkward.

Fittili is now only hoping to stabilize Victoria's spirit so as to delay the time and let the wizards next door notice the abnormality. Maybe they have a way to solve this situation silently.

At this time, the girl who was on the sofa looking a little dull made her feel very dangerous, like a wild beast curious about its prey.

Yes, that's right, it's dangerous.

Fittili felt a certain sense of crisis, and Victoria seemed to be different from before, which made her clearly feel the danger that could not be ignored.

"May I ask...why do you want to kill me so much? There should be no hatred between us, right?"

Fittili mustered up a little courage to ask the question she had been curious about for a long time, she swallowed her saliva, suppressing her beating heart.

Victoria raised her head and stared at her.Feitili had also seen this kind of concentration that put aside everything else in the eyes of others, but it was obviously not suitable for this kind of situation, and it should not appear between two mortal enemies.

"Why were you crying that night?"

Fittili was taken aback for a moment, and it took her a lot of effort to recall that the opponent was referring to the end of the last battle.She couldn't help but whispered in her heart: What's the matter, I'm asking you, right?

But it was obviously impossible for her to say this.

"That... well, maybe you just don't want to die?"

Fittili tentatively replied and tried to use a calm tone, she didn't want to irritate the girl in front of her anywhere.

"You smell like blood...but it's very light."

Victoria just talked to herself, asking some questions, but didn't expect an answer.

After saying this, she became silent, and Fitili didn't know what to say.

I don’t know when it started to rain outside the window, and the last trace of summer’s heat was washed away by the rain. It is indeed late autumn now.

On both sides of the Champs-Elysees Avenue, the tall plane trees dropped their brown dry leaves in the rain, and they piled up on the ground layer by layer and were soaked by the rain.The raindrops fell on the stone pavement and fallen leaves, and also on the eaves and glass windows of the buildings on both sides.