Chapter VII: Let's Have Afternoon Tea

23 

After passing through the gates of the spirit world, we arrived at a cemetery somewhere. Then I was carefully examined by the two frightened women. Together they reported the murder to the police station and passed on some news through a big golden retriever dog (I was left aside in the process, but it didn't prevent me from seeing the scenes), and the two young ladies finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Highland tea, or Marquis black tea." I invited them into the parlor and sat down, then went into the kitchen and removed the silver tea cans from the shelves, "Or Byron's coffee beans, you two young ladies, what do you want to drink?" 

"Coffee, just give me a cup of coffee, thank you." Miss Fors tucked the hair from the side of her face behind her ears and hung her hat on a hanger by the wall. She looked at the young lady named Xio, and then replied in her place, "She wants a glass of milk, sir." 

I saw the petite girl glancing at the silver tea pot in my hand several times and seemed a little reluctant. 

But she did not stop her companion from helping her speak, and I can understand that this is the "reservations" of human beings, and it is common social etiquette to choose some ordinary food and gifts when they first arrive. So, in her slightly regretful eyes, I put the teapot back and took out the top coffee beans of Byron, which was sacrificed by a certain believer and said to be hard to find, and I grind it. 

It is half past three, a little early. However, after the pastry is baked, it is time to enjoy afternoon tea with peace of mind. 

While the hot coffee has been stirred for several minutes to give off a mellow aroma, the cake in the oven also happens to have an enticing sweet aroma. When the weather was cold, I put the steaming dessert on a three-tiered porcelain plate and sorted the cream jam and milk sugar cubes. It's rare for an ordinary person to take part in my afternoon tea, and I prepare more pastries that are more in line with the human palate. It's exactly four o'clock, the perfect time, and every day the afternoon tea must be exactly right. 

The two young ladies still looked a little anxious, their eyes wandering around the full set of furniture that I had reproduced in the Baroque style from my memory. I understand, I also think that this looks too extravagant, and I should have reduced the gold and silver reliefs and gems and jade inlays, but this set of furniture has been with me for 200 years. Also, it is still a handmade by the royal family of Intis sponsored by Roselle, and I am a little reluctant to discard it. 

"Relax, we can talk while eating." 

I gave them a soothing smile and said, " Young ladies, have you discussed where to start explaining?" 

"Well, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Vaughan." Miss Fors was the first to speak, not knowing if it was my delusion, her hand holding my gold cloisonné enamel tea set trembled a little, as if she was afraid that it would fall, "The man we met today is the pirate general, 'Lieutenant General of the Hurricane' Qilangos, and as you witness, he could fly. Anyways, do you know about beyonder abilities? That is, have you ever experienced something in your life that goes against nature?" 

"I know." I nodded. That's the Sequence 6 Wind-blessed of the Storm Pathway, I certainly know. However, even Sequence 6 can be mixed into the queue of pirate generals, and it seems that the sea is quite safe now. 

"Do you know anything about the 'Four Kings and Seven Generals' among pirates?" Fors asked.

"I have a little understanding, I know that the leader of the Dawn is the 'Mystic Queen', named Bernadette Gustav." I replied. 

Miss Fors and Miss Xio looked at each other. Fors's expression was clear in her confusion, and she organized her words and added, " Qilangos is a murderous and heinous pirate, and none of the ships he met survived, and even the victim's whole body is difficult to find..." 

I nodded. The shepherd's glove artifact made me suspect he had something to do with the Aurora Order, and his taste was unbelievably sadistic, and I regretted not thinking of eating him when I was there. 

"... The door I opened when I escaped from him was done with extraordinary power, not my strength, of course." 

Miss Fors was very modest, and as she spoke, she stood up and showed me how she blurs through the wall, and I sincerely admired it, after all, there really is no such trick in the demon pathway. She sat down, grabbed a piece of smoked salmon sandwich, put it in her mouth, and swallowed her coffee. I don't think this kind of combination will be delicious, after all, these refreshments should be paired with mellow black tea. And sure enough, her expression was distorted because of the taste. 

24 

"The extraordinary world is very scary, the slightest carelessness can get out of control, and the wild beyonders can easily be captured by the church..." 

"... Are you curious about beyonder's power? I'm sorry, but you're past the age where you can safely become a beyonder... And it's better not to write it in a book as material." 

"The pathway I belong to is 'Apprentice', and now it's Sequence 9, I wonder where Qilangos is now, will he still be chasing us? Alas, I'm sorry today, but if it weren't for your help, we might have ... Xio, should we go to church and sleep for a few days until he is caught?" 

Time passed slowly, and the three-story dim sum tower reached the top layer. Miss Fors praised me for my dessert making skills, and I loved the palm-sized dark chocolate mousse cake, and I was only willing to eat a little of it in one spoonful. Even the serious Miss Xio slowly stretched her wrinkled eyebrows during the afternoon tea and gradually immersed herself in the food's enjoyment. After drinking the coffee, I took the initiative to help them make my favorite Highland black tea, "Because Miss Xio kept looking at it and seemed to miss it." I said to them, and they accepted. 

"... You're so perceptive, Mr. Vaughan." Miss Xio smiled, sipping on the piping hot black tea, the delicious snacks and the relaxed atmosphere made her unconsciously let go of her caution and guard against me, she hesitated for a long time, and finally replied, "My family is a fallen aristocrat, and when I was a child, my father often used highland black tea to make afternoon tea for me. " 

"Fallen nobles?" I couldn't help but be curious, showing the writer's enthusiasm for inspiration and material, "Can you tell me your last name? If you don't feel offended." 

"My name is Xio Derecha." The blonde lady pursed her lips and said in a self-deprecating tone, "The real surname is 'Dere', it was many years ago, and no one should remember—" 

"Dere? A nobility which has fallen in the last twenty years, are you a member of the Dere family, the family member of Earl Mason Dere?" I dug out a page from my memory, flipped through the two insignificant sentences on it, and asked in the same tone as usual, "The Earl had commissioned me an opera in his early years, and I had only a slight impression of him, he was an upright and trustworthy man." 

Miss Xio's eyes widened suddenly. 

Her emotions shifted between "excitement" and "panic", and "doubts" appeared... This young lady is suspicious of me. Do you suspect that I am someone involved in her father's death? I remember that it was because the current King of Loen who wanted to be promoted to the Black Emperor, and the Earl knew the inside story. He did not want to accept the reality, so he died as a matter of course.

I find it hard to understand that humans are always in a whirlpool of struggle and killing each other, desperate to squeeze other people down to survive. What's so bad about having a true god in your own country, with more force, higher status, greater wars and more wealth, why rebel? 

Very uninteresting, I thought. A thriving world is boring, everything will die one day, and the meaning of goodwill and all virtue will only be destroyed one day, just as life exists for the sake of death, and architecture and greatness are most spectacular when they fall with a bang when they are at their grandest. 

I'm waiting for her to ask me something, and then I'm going to give her some information. But Miss Xio did not speak, she resisted the urge to learn the truth, and sat back with her teeth gritted. She didn't believe me. It's a pity, because I wanted to make this a "devil's bargain" to give her the truth she wants, and she will trade it for me her own identity and soul to add salt to the emperor who is about to become a God. 

Naturally, I'm not happy to see one more God on Earth. 

The atmosphere of the afternoon tea was a little heavy, and Miss Fors probably felt embarrassed, so she offered to retire at the most opportunity time. I smiled and agreed to her request, packed her a part of the freshly baked chiffon cake, and sent them out of my courtyard. 

25 

I cleaned up the scraps and roasted a stargazing pie in the most uncontrolled way, sacrificing it to my ally as is customary. 

... Hey, why didn't "He" open the door to the kingdom of God. 

26 

It was already dark, and I was comfortably lying on the couch listening to the prayers of the believers, but I always felt as if I had forgotten something. After thinking about what happened today, I realized that I had forgotten to go to Tingen. 

.... 

This is to blame on the mythical creature's concept of time. I got up at once, put on my coat, took my cane, put on my top hat, and opened a door at the farthest distance in the direction where the city was. No sooner had I gone out than a steam train whizzed past my forehead, and I reached out and pressed my hat which nearly blown away. The second time I opened the door, I stood in the frame and looked down to see a dirty stream that was used to discharge wastewater. I thought about another way to arrive to my destination, thought about it again, and entered the spirit realm through the medium of the rudiments of the kingdom of God. 

I don't really like to walk in the spirit world. Because the stick figure sun always looked at me, and this time it was the same. - It's just that I have eaten "his" angel, but "he" has already taken back the extraordinary characteristics. I don't know what his obsession with me is. Among the Blood Worship Sect and the three demon families, two of the high-level ones were eaten by me, and only three or two side clans remained, didn't they come to me for revenge so why didn't he? 

Five minutes later, I was out of the spirit world, my hair was burnt on its hem and my hat was no longer there, but that's all a glance of "him" can do to me. 

The sun had completely set, and night was dark over the skies of the small city of Tingen. The gas streetlamps have long been lit up, bringing a bright light to the not so narrow road. The shops on either side were lit up, children lingered outside the glass of the toy shop and gift shop, and gentlemen and women strolled the streets arm-arm-armed. It's late autumn, and it's been cold lately, and people have put on thick coats. 

I casually admired all of this, expecting the city to be destroyed by the arrival of my ally, probably as worthy of preservation as the crystal ball music box in the window, not worth mentioning, but the reason for its destruction made a lot of sense. In this case, I should take them all away and make it a "world in a bottle"? My collection hasn't been updated in a long time. 

The tranquil night tour was soon broken by an exceptionally beautiful lady who walked briskly out of a corner. 

Her long brown hair was draped casually over her shoulders, and although her clothes were a little disheveled, there was no panic in her round, bright brown eyes, but a joy of complacency, and her steps were swift and joyful. 

She didn't wear high heels and walked lightly in flats. Although it looks hidden, the cobwebs on her body and the aura of joy that has not yet dissipated are as obvious as the lights in the night. Probably because she didn't expect anyone to stand here, the lady paused in her footsteps, and then her eyes flashed with joy at seeing her prey, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose, revealing a charming, charming, and unique smile that belonged to a witch. 

The Witch Lady leaned over, she seemed to have killed several people in a brief period, and the aura of depravity and death in her body had not yet dissipated. It made her smell as sweet and enticing as a sponge cake drizzled with honey, and I rolled my Adam's apple for it. And she, apparently misunderstood me, chuckled closer, and used seductive words to ask me to keep her safe and deliver her home safely. 

I don't like to eat witches. Although they are delicious, they are always too sweet, but there is no reason not to eat the blood sacrifice that is sent to the door. 

"Hope we have a good night, beautiful lady." 

The witch smiled, and I smiled sincerely. 

27 

Before nine o'clock, Klein knocked on the door of the captain's office when he was about to report to Dunn about the madness of Hood Eugen, a member of the "Psychology Alchemist Society" in the asylum. After receiving permission, he pushed the door open and found the captain eating breakfast while reading the newspaper in his hand. Dunn nodded at Klein and said with a gloomy look in his eyes: 

"You've come just in time, and there's another case that needs your help." 

"Again? Is it all about extraordinary cases?" Klein subconsciously asked rhetorically. 

"Remember the previous eucalyptus? City Councilor Maynard was found dead in his home early on the morning of 1 September, and the Tingen City Police Department was under a lot of pressure to help them find the killer as soon as possible in a psychic way. Well, but Old Neil had taken a leave of absence that day to visit the opera with Mrs. Celeste, so he had to arrange for you to be psychic." 

Dunn explained, then added: "This case has something to do with it, the dead Mr. Maynard's mistress, Mrs. Sharon, was found dead in her home this morning, with a hideous expression, her limbs shattered, and all her internal organs hollowed out, and the scene was horrible." 

Klein's hair stood on end when he heard this, and he couldn't help but clench his cane. 

"Mrs. Sharon's death may have been extraordinary, but it may also have been a cruel act." Dunn advised, "Be careful." 

[Original Author's Tianxu Aurora's notes: It's 9.4 now, and it's five days before the God of the True Creator descends.]