.., Demon Sage

He has a half-length beard, square cheeks, and wears single-sided glasses with gold frames.

He was wearing a black cloak, and he held a wooden staff in the middle. There was no snow on the bottom of the stick or the cloak.

Not coming back from outside, but going out.

When they met in the corridor, the expressions of the three were the same.

surprise.

"Professor Phil?"

Marina knew each other. She was a new professor who joined the Royal DeLorean in the past two years. She had studied in the Imperial Capital. The two belonged to different departments.

I heard that in order to do better in his studies, he is obviously a professor, but he lives in the Royal DeLorean like some ordinary staff, and his wife and daughter are no exception.

"Are you...Professor Marina?"

Obviously, the other party's memory is not bad, and he quickly recognized the person.

The hand holding the wooden stick loosened, and the cold light between the handle and the pole was hidden.

"Yes, it's me, Professor Phil just finished his work?"

Marina regretted saying this question, because she remembered that Professor Phil was a professor of history, and even if she had to stay up late, it would have to be in DeLorean's library, how could it be near the parking lot.

So...what is he doing here in the parking lot?

"Professor Phil is going out?"

The whole family lives in DeLorean, so when you come to the parking lot at this time, you can't take a walk in the early morning.

This season, the Royal DeLorean at three in the morning is no good for a walk.

"Yes, there is an... old friend, his health is not good, he just called me, I have to go see him, and then I woke up at night."

There was a brief pause between the words, and Stuart glanced at him without a trace before turning his eyes away again.

"Then go quickly, without wasting your time."

Marina quickly stepped aside, Professor Phil nodded, and walked to the side after a few steps.

When the car over there sounded, Marina and Stuart were already in the car.

"At this time, even if it is about to die, it should be accompanied by family members. How can you let friends go there?"

After starting the car, Marina was still wondering about the encounter just now. You must know that according to the customs here, the period of time before death should be the time to tell the last words and say goodbye to the family, but outsiders should avoid suspicion.

"Just an excuse."

Stuart, who was sitting at the back, was tucking the corners of his clothes. The beard on his lower jaw became a little stiff because of the cold wind outside. He reached out and squeezed it, and replied casually.

"what?"

Turning on the headlights, Marina looked up at the rearview mirror.

"That professor Phil, the reason is false, the excuse, it's really like he said that an old friend is dying... Is there time to take care of the tie on the chest so neatly? The shirt inside is buttoned. Be meticulous, the leather shoes on your feet have been wiped on purpose, I see, it is estimated that you are going to a tryst."

The rendezvous Stuart said was naturally a rendezvous with his lover. Of course, he wasn't sure, and it was just a joke.

Spreading out the scroll in his hand, he savored the lines on it carefully. Even if he couldn't understand it, he still felt it was beautiful, and it was much better than those deceiving spell scrolls.

"Professor Phil lives with his wife and daughter. It's impossible to go out for a tryst at this time, right?"

Obviously, poor Marina, who had little emotional experience, believed Stuart's statement.

"Wife and daughter... Is his daughter Julia Potter?"

Stuart suddenly remembered the little girl who had been following Donald for some time, and had chatted with her.

"How do you know that she is a very cute little girl."

Marina met Julia Potter at several receptions and was more impressed than her parents.

"This little girl seems to have a good relationship with Donald, at least some time ago. After Donald resigned, she came to ask me several times... So it seems that I am more certain that Mr. Phil should be outside. New love."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because both of them are ignoring Julia, I can feel the little girl's lack of love, which is why I care so much about Donald, who I've only just met."

"Lack of caring? Really...I met the Potters a few times at school and I could tell they cared about Julia, and one of the two always had her eye on her to make sure she Not running around, doesn't that look like neglect?"

Marina believes that what she saw should not be a show by the Potters. That kind of alternating attention cannot be achieved without long-term practice and tacit understanding.

"Marina, you have to understand, concern and care, these two words do not mean the same thing, just like when you were a child, there was a vicious dog on the way to school, you always have to stare at it when you pass by, do you want to Care about it? Trust me, as a decent father, I can see Julia's estrangement from her parents, which she might not tell others, but in some of her words and deeds."

"Well, I have to admit that you have a say in this."

As a daughter, her father's education and care since childhood, she is naturally the most experienced.

The father and daughter on this side were happy, but the atmosphere in the car on the other side was icy silence.

Of course, Phil was the only one in the car originally, and he had no one to speak to, but the stern expression on his face still showed the restlessness in his heart.

What a huge oversight tonight.

How could he have imagined that at three o'clock in the morning, it was still snowing heavily outside, and there were still people in the underground parking lot.

Fortunately, his identity is still somewhat useful. The other party is only two professors in the academy. No matter how you think about it, at most he thinks that he has some private affairs.

Looking at the snowflakes drifting in front of the headlights, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

After persevering for so long, we must not fall short at the last minute!

After wandering around the long street in Tallinn, he finally came to an ordinary tavern. The car was parked two streets away, and he came here on foot.

When he reached the door, he flexed his fingers, two short and three long.

"The lion."

There was a muffled sound from the door.

"glory!"

This is the code.

The door was opened with a gap, and he quickly squeezed his body in, keeping the wind and snow out of the door.

"Just waiting for you, let's go."

The person who opened the door for him slapped the snowflakes on him without any jerky movements.

"It took a while to go around in circles, sorry."

He didn't tell his friends about what happened in the Royal DeLorean, which would only cause unnecessary worry.

"Haha, why are we talking about this, we haven't been together for a long time, Beximo just opened a good bottle of wine, he is in a very good mood today, I'll sell it to you first, and you'll be in a good mood later. understood."

Walking on the stairs, the person in front grabbed the handrail and smiled back.

"Semir, you are still the same. It seems that the mayor has been doing it for a long time. Not only has he not changed your habit, but it has made you more like to cheat."

Phil shook his head helplessly, but the ease in his words could not be concealed.

That's right, today's party members are Behemo Edwards, the current police chief, and Semir Garcia, the current Mayor of Demingham.

On the second floor, there was only a corner wine table with candles and stacks of side dishes for drinking. There were already two people sitting on the bench beside it.

A man with half-length hair and a somewhat artistic temperament was holding Behemoth Edward's shoulders, mumbling something non-stop, and he waved specially when he saw the two of them going upstairs.

Behemoth Edward also turned around with a smile on his face, but maybe because he usually spends too much time in a stern smile, his smile seems to be a little stiff now.

"Haha, every time I see Beximo's expression, I want to laugh. When I asked him to be the police chief, I just took a fancy to this. As long as he wants to, they are obviously two people who know each other very well. Others who don't know think we are What a relationship between us...Walsh, you sit with me, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I heard my uncle talk about a breakthrough on your side a few days ago, I thought I wanted to get together. In the past two days, I learned that there is a bigger happy event on Beximo's side, so I called you all here. We haven't had a good gathering a few times since we came out of the imperial capital. Think about it. It's a pity."

As the highest leader in Demingham, he has become the one who is active at the wine table, and the momentum of the superior has long been thrown away.

Out of this door, everyone in Demingham, one is counted as one, and there is probably not even one of them who know their true relationship.

They are classmates and like-minded confidants.

At that time, in order to be able to study normally in the imperial capital and not be influenced by the outside world, both Semir and Borsh, who were from nobles, used pseudonyms.

Coincidentally, they met Beximo and Fern, who were from civilians, and the four of them hit it off.

Now they are striving for the same goal, supporting each other, motivating each other...

Even if the few of them want to have a simple party now, they have to be so sneaky. of joy.

"Let's talk one by one... I know you all have good things, Behemo first."

Pour wine for the other three~lightnovelpub.net~ It was finally his turn, Semir still wearing his coat, leaning against the wall of the tavern, his face flushed.

"I've been looking for someone for 7 years, and I finally found it!"

Raising your hand is a glass of wine, which is the most joyous thing.

"The spear of Adon stabbed me, and I am the one who sits in the airship this time. They may want to do something to the airship."

When Semir was full, this time Behemoth drank half a glass, which was more important.

"I succeeded in the assassination of the spear of Adon. If I want those people to appear, I must 'die', Borsh, it's up to you, I may need your help at that time, I can't die too fast, Might as well use me in the end."

He didn't take a sip, it didn't matter the most, he had already made up his mind.

The other three toasted the wine.

silence.

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