[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

Stiles followed behind Raffaele and Tate. Tate held Benson Harmon in his arms and returned to the two-foot-long Wamper the cat in his usual disguise. Stan walked beside them on a graceful catwalk.

Outside Beacon Hill High School, Raffaele, who never forgot to bring his car, glanced at his black Bentley, then at the blue jeep parked alone, and said, "Let's go back in my car, Mi Kee, you'd better pick up your car tomorrow."

Styles immediately looked at Raffaele.

The car is not the point, the point is the flame and his true identity.

After finally regaining some energy from the trance, Styles looked at Raphael with piercing eyes, and said directly, "Who are you?"

Raffaele tilted his head, his sky-blue eyes were full of innocence, and said, "Raffaele Harmon, your cousin. Mickey, what's wrong with you? You're only 16 years old and you're old Are you demented?"

"That's not what I asked!" Stiles stomped her feet angrily, and threw a knife at Raffaele's face with her little eyes that turned into anger, and said, "That's what I asked, you know." Cough slightly With a cry, Stiles lowered her voice and asked in an almost breathless voice: "What are you? No, I mean, race."

It's like his best friend Scott McGoo has become a werewolf and belongs to non-human beings, but he is still his best friend.

Raffaele lowered his voice cooperatingly, and said sinisterly: "Wizard...that's the kind of wizard who dares to upset me and throws you back into the cauldron to cook human broth."

The corner of Tate's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, Styles blew up.

"I'm asking you seriously, how could you do this!"

Raffaele shrugged his shoulders and said, "What's wrong with me, Brother Mickey, I'm just kidding. Besides, I didn't lie to you, I'm indeed a wizard."

Stiles choked.After a while, he hesitated to bring up Ben and Vivian.

"You are a wizard, what about Uncle Ben and Aunt Vivienne? Are they also...?"

Even the pets in the family were not ordinary animals, and he had reason to suspect that his aunt's family were not ordinary people.Maybe he and his father are not ordinary people either.

"No, Ben and Vivian are just ordinary humans, you can treat me as a genetic mutation." Raffaele pinched Benson Harmon's face, "My brother just died before birth, because some Things, he became the current infant spirit."

Stiles suddenly turned her head to look at the little guy in Tate's arms, and the little guy showed Stiles an extremely sweet smile with four baby teeth.

"Cousin Benson..." dead?

He is so small!

Benson Harmon sat comfortably in Tate's arms, not at all sad about the fact of his death, but said triumphantly: "There are villains who want to catch Benson, and my brother beat them away, so Benson will stay." Get off." He waved his chubby arms, as if wanting to show Stiles, "Benson has grown up."

Stiles didn't know what to say at all, he just stretched out his hand cautiously and stroked Benson Harmon's hair.

Soft, not at all like the ghost he imagined.

Stiles touched Benson Harmon's little hand again, well, except that it was a little cold, it was no different from an ordinary child.

After hesitating for a while, Stiles whispered: "Raffaele, you killed so many people just now, is there nothing...?"

That group of alpha werewolves and vampires was completely wiped out, they did all sorts of evil, Stiles saw with their own eyes that they had killed many people, but those bodies hadn't been found by the police yet.

The murders that occurred in Beacon Hills during this period were not just the six known to the public.

Stiles' father was a policeman, and he had been fascinated by such things since he was a child. He was also particularly interested in strange cases, so he naturally wouldn't have that kind of sympathy for the murderer.

Only, Gerard Argent they are different.Those people have perfect identities in human society, and they still have the ability to infiltrate their schools. It seems that they have a lot of energy.

They died in the hands of Raffaele in this way, and the remaining problems may not be small.

"Don't worry, they don't dare." Raffaele fastened the seat belt on Tate, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and put Benson Harmon by the collar on the back seat, and followed Wampus sit together.

"Besides, they will be burned to ashes in that flame. Those people's hands are no cleaner than those werewolves and vampires." Raffaele glanced at Stiles and said lightly: "It's also killing, and the original intention is to save people Killing without indiscriminate killing is not the same as killing for the pleasure of killing, regardless of good or evil."

Perhaps those hunters originally wanted to contain the darkness and protect humans.But after being immersed in the killing for a long time, the original intention was forgotten.

This is why the police have never been willing to let down their vigilance against the existence of vigilantes.

If too many people are killed, the police will inevitably do psychological counseling, let alone ordinary people who have not been trained.

Not everyone can have blood on their hands but remain the same.

However, regarding this, Raffaele still has a bit of talent.

At least, he never had any psychological burden for killing people or monsters.Perhaps, his mentality is the biggest mental illness.

Rafael thought with some uncertainty.

Normal people don't put themselves above everyone else, and those who have this kind of mentality are mostly mentally ill.

Raffaele raised his eyebrows at the rear car mirror, no, he should be the non-psychotic person who was born with such a strong mentality for a short while.

After getting Raphael's answer, Stiles, who was never convinced by Raphael on the surface, but absolutely convinced of Rafael in her heart, was relieved.

Finally, there is no need to worry about the police arresting Raffaele as a murderer.

In fact, even though there was such a big battle just now, Stiles was not too nervous or afraid.

After all, that was Raffaele.

Although mentioning Raffaele, Styles gritted his teeth a little bit, but he knew that although his cousin had a bit of a bad taste, he still loved him since childhood.Especially just now, Raffaele's warning to those non-humans and hunters immediately made Stiles feel like "Wow, I also have a backer, and the backer is super strong".

As an ordinary but extremely intelligent human being, Stiles lives among a group of non-human beings, and his life is still relatively difficult.Not to mention far away, Peter Hall had bullied him, and Gerald Argent had threatened him.

As for the identity of Raphaele's wizard, that's nothing, his family's best friend is still a werewolf.

Sometimes Styles, who is very big-hearted, accepts the truth that Rafael is actually a wizard quite calmly, and then happily grabs Rafael on the back of the driver's seat, expressing with bright eyes, can he A little note about wizards.

He didn't mean anything else, just to understand.

Although some things can be found on the Internet, there is no guarantee of authenticity.

Raffaele glanced at Stiles angrily and amusedly, pressed her back with two fingers on Stiles' forehead, and said in his mouth: "Instead of thinking about this, why don't you think about it later? Wei An explained." Glancing at the watch in the car, Raffaele made up the knife mercilessly, "By the way, there is also Uncle Noah."

Rafael said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you, Uncle Noah called before and said that he would be home before six o'clock tonight."

Stiles: "!!!"

***

After returning home, Stiles did not escape Noah and Vivienne's mixed doubles, but because today is Thanksgiving, their reprimand only lasted 15 minutes, and they did not criticize Stiles more deeply. Erce.

Even so, Stiles was also trained dizzy, wanting to cry without tears.

However, when he saw the delicious food on the table, Styles was instantly healed.

It looks delicious.

Everyone sat around the dining table, closed their eyes, and began to pray to God before the meal.

Although they are not necessarily believers of the Holy See, praying to God before the Thanksgiving feast has become one of the necessary parts of the folk Thanksgiving.

While praying, Stiles couldn't help but secretly opened a slit of her eyes, and glanced in the direction of Raphael.

Raffaele held Tate's hand, closed his eyes, his blond hair shone brighter under the warm orange light, and his voice was gentle.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name; your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven..."

Stiles blinked, do wizards also believe in God?

So what, shouldn't they believe in Merlin?It was King Arthur's magician.

King Arthur and Merlin are estimated to be the most popular historical figures in the world. There are countless novels, movies, TV series and games surrounding them.Movies and TV series adapted from their deeds, at least one can be staged every year.

Stiles is King Arthur's loyal fanboy.

Although Stiles thinks she is calm, she knows too many inside stories that no one has shared so far, and Stiles, who is in a panic, can't help but think about things.

At this moment, Stiles' palm was squeezed hard.

Apparently something happened to him while he was praying, and the father next to him noticed.

Stiles immediately closed her eyes and continued to pray obediently.

"...give us this day our daily bread, forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors..."

Raffaele's docile blond hair was messed up.

Raffaele, who was praying softly, seemed to sense something, he opened his eyes suddenly, his sky blue eyes looked around in surprise.

Tate then opened his eyes and looked at Raffaele with concern.

what happened?

Raffaele frowned.

He just felt someone rub his hair.

Gentle and loving, as father to son.

He had never felt such a feeling even in his father Ben Harmon in this life.

The most important thing is that Raffaele doesn't think anyone can avoid his perception and flick his hair specifically.

So, who is it?

At this time, the prayer before the meal was over, and the others opened their eyes.

Raffaele had no choice but to keep his doubts in his heart.

***

With three days left after Thanksgiving, the scheduled return date was Saturday, so they were able to stay in Beacon Hills for another day.

After breakfast, Styles found Raffaele with her mobile phone.

In the warm sunshine, Raffaele and Tate stood in front of the windowsill.On the window sill, a flower pot about four inches in diameter was placed on it, and inside it was a seedling the size of a toothpick.Although small and delicate, the leaves are green and full of vitality.

Stiles couldn't tell what kind of plant it was, but he was sure that when Raffaele and the others came to Beacon Hills, they brought food, pets, and cousin Benson who had turned into an infant spirit. But they definitely didn't bring pots.

Stiles was pretty sure they got the plant in Beacon Hill that was currently in his bedroom.

and so……

Is this some kind of magical plant?

Stiles, whose imagination has become richer because of her status as a wizard of Raphaela, thought seriously.

Tate leaned over slightly, and gently stroked the leaves with his fingers, showing full love for the seedling in his expression.Raffaele smiled. He didn't look at the potted plant, but looked at Tate gently.

After a while, Stiles silently raised her hand to cover her eyes.

It's not that he remembered the principle of no evil, but that his eyes were stinging. He was already full after breakfast, but now he seemed to be full with the dog food that was smeared all over his face.

In this world, there is probably no sweet couple who has a greater blow to single dogs.

Stiles felt depressed.

When Lydia and Jackson Whitmore were on the verge of breaking up, he thought his chance had finally come.Unexpectedly, from an ordinary person to a shapeshifter to a werewolf, Jackson Whitmore wakes up and is determined to catch Lydia.

He made an extremely correct decision, just comparing Zastels' heart.

Stiles pursed her lips. He has lived for 16 years and he is still a virgin. His only relationship is a secret love, and he has never even revealed it.In this world, is there anyone worse than him?

Even Scott McGaugh, who had been in the same sympathy with him at the beginning, successfully left the order.

Thinking of these, Stiles couldn't help feeling a little melancholy.

Raffaele and Tate had noticed Stiles' arrival long ago, but the kid stood at the door without saying a word, his face turned blue and white, and sometimes lamented and sometimes lost, his expression was really wonderful, Raffaele Lai didn't interrupt aloud, but appreciated it openly.

Tate felt helpless, but stood firmly beside Raphael, watching the play.

Five minutes later, the mobile phone in Stiles' hand rang again, and it was only then that Stiles regained her wandering mind.

Stiles shuddered, and looked down at the lit phone screen.

A message has arrived, from Scott McGough.

【Did he agree, Stiles? 】

Another message followed.

[You squeaked. 】

"Squeeze your head." Stiles muttered in a low voice, finally remembering the reason why she came to find Raphael right now.

Stiles raised her head, and as expected, Raffaele looked at this side with a face full of drama.

The corner of Stiles's mouth twitched. Sure enough, no matter whether Raffaele was an ordinary person or a wizard, he was that naughty bastard cousin who took pleasure in his troubles!

He simply stopped probing, and waved his mobile phone directly, saying: "Someone wants to meet... um, visit..." Stiles recalled the lengthy invitation notice before, for the sake of her best friend, He changed a word, and then continued: "Look, do you want to take a moment?"

Raffaele leaned against the window sill, nonchalantly said: "Who?"

"It's the owner of the pet clinic where Scott works, named Alan Dayton." After a pause, Stiles said very cautiously: "He's a druid warlock."

And his sister, Morrell Dayton, was hanging out with the group of alpha werewolves yesterday, and she didn't look like a good person.But the fire didn't kill her, so it shouldn't be too bad.

This Dr. Dayton has been helping them a lot.

"Dayton?" Raffaele raised his eyebrows, he was concerned, and said, "Let him come over."

At this time, Noah Sterlingski had already rushed back to the police station. Although Raffaele killed the criminals in the murder case in Beacon Hills last night, the police did not know about it. The perverted serial killer is vigilant.

Ben accompanies Vivienne to go out and revisit Vivienne's childhood hometown.

As for Benson Harmon and Wampus, they were the first to disappear after breakfast.They headed in the direction of Beacon Mountain. The animals in the mountain may have to work hard today.

Right now it's just Raffaele, Tate, Styles and Sabrina who are packing up in the yard.

In fact, this is Stiles' home, and Scott McGaugher often comes here, and Stiles doesn't mind his best friend bringing his boss over as a guest, but Stiles received Scott McGoo Stiles found it odd when he sent her a text message discreetly asking Raffaele if he and Alan Dearton could come in for a visit.

But considering the great achievements made by Raffaele last night, well, it's not surprising that others will lower their stance.

Stiles texted back, and the next second, the doorbell rang.

Stiles: "..."

Could it be that they had been guarding outside his house all the time, so they sent text messages carefully, and only dared to ring the doorbell after getting permission?

When did his family have so many rules?

Seeing Stiles' entanglement, Raffaele shrugged his shoulders, and that's where he went.He would be even more surprised when the group of wolf cubs he let go and the hunters came to visit.

Only Rafael knew exactly what he left to Stiles and Uncle Noah.

In the world, in the final analysis, the strong are still respected.

Order is established by the strong and can be broken by the strong.

However, Raffaele was not interested in seeing the pack of young wolves and hunters. He nodded at this moment because of the surname "Dayton".

Druid, Dayton, when the two were connected, Raphael had a vague realization in his heart.

After the old man.

Also, I hope this Dearton can explain to him how the tree he planted in the Stuart Manor traveled half of the United States and was planted in Beacon Hill.

Stiles went downstairs and opened the door.

To Stiles' surprise, there were not only Scott McGaugher and Dr. Alan D'Arton outside the door, but also the same Morel D'Arton from last night.

When closing the door, Styles subconsciously glanced at Sabrina Brown in the courtyard.

She was watering the lawn in the courtyard, and when guests came to the house, she did not raise her eyelids, as if she had no curiosity at all, and only focused on the work in the courtyard.

Stiles: "..."

Is he too lazy?Obviously all these jobs are his.

Stiles took a look at Scott and Dr. Dayton who went up to the second floor. Although he was curious about what they wanted to say, he still trotted all the way to Sabrina Brown.

He said with some embarrassment: "Well, I'll do it." Then, he wanted to take over the water pipe.

Sabrina Brown looked at the embarrassed Styles and couldn't help laughing, she was still a child.

"Okay." Sabrina Brown handed Styles the hose and turned to pick up a pair of garden shears.

"Sabrina?" Stiles, who was holding a hose, looked at Sabrina Brown in a daze.

Sabrina Brown tried the gardening shears in her hand, and said gently: "I think the shrubs in this yard are growing a little... undisciplined." The gentle female devil carefully selected a slightly gentler word, frankly Authentic: "I'll just cut it a little bit."

In the final analysis, it was only because of the relationship between the Strinski family and the current Highness Raffaele that Sabrina Brown naturally had a higher degree of affection for their father and son.She always wants to help out before leaving here.

Stiles: "..."

In the room contributed by Styles, Scott McGaugh stood dumbfounded outside the door, watching his boss Alan Dearton and his mysterious sister Morel Dearton in Lafayette Kneeling down on one knee in front of Lai, bowing his head deeply.Raphael, who killed a large group of werewolf vampire hunters by himself last night, stood in front of the window with a cold expression.

No one in the room spoke for a while, causing Scott McGaugher to show a bewildered expression.

He was already aware of the embarrassment of his existence, so he couldn't help but silently backed up three steps, then backed up three steps, and quietly disappeared in front of Stiles' room.

Of course Scott McGaugher was curious about the real identity of Raphael Harmon—he could not bear the torment of curiosity and asked Styles the name last night on his mobile phone.But other than the superficial information about the name, Cousin Stiles, who is rather wicked, he couldn't get anything from Stiles.

Obviously, Styles also attaches great importance to Raffaele, and it is not good to tell Scott McGaugher something behind Raffaele's back.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy protagonist whose hair was rubbed#

Raffaele: Presumptuous, whose claws... Cough, I'm not angry, I just feel a little nostalgic...Maybe there is something wrong with my head.

Well-known: o(*￣︶￣*)o Lafite’s hair is still soft~

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The blood world master threw a mine, and the passer-by threw a grenade. See me throwing a mine with a 1-meter broadsword. Thank you dear~