System maintenance

"When...when...when"

The church bell rang, and the white pigeons flying outside the window flapped their wings, and a piece of white feather fell in mid-air, floated to the window edge, and was blown up again by a gust of wind.

The boy stretched out his hand, and the feather fell gently into his palm. He placed the feather on top of the closed Bible in front of the low table. The pure white contrasted sharply with the mysterious black.

In the ear, the priest was still reciting scriptures in a soft and patient tone, and the boy who was being redeemed was none other than Silence who had come to complete the mission of the seventh volume.

The owner of this body is David, a very ordinary commoner, the chef of a small cake shop. If he is proud of it, it is his pair of sapphire-like eyes, noble and pure that even the sky would be jealous of.

Of course, this is also the source of countless troubles for him.

The day before yesterday, in a hurry, he took a candlestick and hit his friend who was trying to harm him, which is also the reason why he was in the confession room.

"Ding, the seventh volume "The Mark of the Black Bat", also known as "The Man on the Streets of London", the mission target, a tear from the Duke of Celtic."

Listening silently to the voice in his head, he put his hand on his forehead. He still couldn't adapt to the state of mind after leaving Chu Xiao. There was an empty space somewhere, which was not very comfortable.

He was tired of going from world to world without stopping.

"111, it's up to you whether you can help me in the future." I remember that the other party said that there is a chance of resurrecting the characters in each volume.

He is a bit greedy.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding, ding ding ding."

"Hey, don't be cute, let's continue."

More than half an hour later, Shen Mo withdrew his thoughts and pressed his throbbing temples. After a long time, he spoke slowly with a clear voice, "Father, where is the way to heaven?"

The priest looked at him with loving eyes, and said with a smile, "Son, the kingdom of heaven is in your heart."

God, if you are here, please take a look at me.

Silence made a gesture of the cross on his chest, lowered his head and kissed the cross necklace on his neck reverently.

Walking out of the church, looking at the strange and sacred buildings around, silently sighing in my heart, this is a mysterious world with countless hidden dangers.

He remembered the medieval Europe recorded in the book, ancient and mysterious, luxurious castles, and proud nobles. This era, whether it is religion, philosophy, science, or art, is not to be underestimated.

Poor, ignorant, dirty.

This is the feeling that Silence has of this century's Europe based on the memory of this body and what he sees in front of him.

The road under his feet was narrow and uneven, and the air was turbid, mixed with various strange smells, which irritated his nasal cavity. Silence put his hands in his clothes pockets, and the next moment he saw his fingers protruding from the pockets.

He shook his head helplessly, he was really poor.

The cake shop is located on the south side of the street. There is a wooden sign hanging at the door of the shop. There are not many customers inside. There is a woman standing at the counter. She is combing the black hair of her beloved cat. That is the owner of the shop, Ai Mrs. Deering.

Harsh, old-fashioned, stingy, and a great businessman, she is successful from the point of view that she managed the cake shop left by her dead husband and has a good reputation here.

The cute girl who came over winked at Silence and whispered, "Honey, may God bless you."

"Thank you." Silence replied lightly.

The girl was slightly surprised, her eyes widened, as if she had encountered something that she couldn't believe.

In fact, this is true, because David has a withdrawn and introverted personality, rarely pays attention to anyone, and always likes to lift his beautiful chin and look at people from the corners of his eyes.

In the eyes of others, he is obviously just a low-level commoner, and he will make them laugh at him if he makes a haughty gesture every day.

That's why David doesn't fit in.

Mrs. Adeline held the black cat in her arms, raised her head, and showed a slightly mean face, "David, it cost 70 copper coins to suture Ajin's wound."

Mo Mo pursed her lips, "Deducted from my salary."

As if she knew he would say that, Mrs. Adeline lowered her head and stroked the black cat again, "You will have no salary for two and a half months, David, good luck to you."

After a pause, she raised her voice, "A Jin, you have to apologize to David."

Hearing the voice came out a lean, dark-skinned young man with gauze wrapped around his forehead. He looked angrily, "Why?" After speaking, he looked towards Silence with undisguised disgust.

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, he was an oriental.

"Because you have violated the purpose of the gods." Mrs. Adeline's tone was suddenly serious, and the slowed down tone was a bit weird, as if she was afraid of disturbing a certain existence.

Ah Jin exhaled, with a hard tone, "I'm sorry."

"The priest said that the kingdom of heaven is in everyone's heart." Mo Mo looked deeply at Ah Jin, and said lightly, "I think the kingdom of heaven is right under our feet."

Ajin sneered, "Is this city full of garbage a kingdom of heaven? You idiot."

Mrs. Adeline flicked past Shen Mo from the corner of her eye, and the atmosphere instantly became weird. At this moment, a customer came to the store.

The girl's sweet voice, with a friendly smile, "Good afternoon, Mr. Laurel."

"David, go and help Mr. Lauren prepare a brownie cheesecake." Mrs. Adeline walked around the counter and greeted her.

Shen Mo stood there for a while before digesting all the memories in his mind, and went into the back workshop, but it was separated from the outside by a piece of glass. The purpose of this was to reassure the guests about the production process.

Find the round cake mold, spread a layer of softened butter inside the mold, sprinkle some flour, bow your head in silence, frowning.

Ah Jin, who was milking a piece of cake by the side, glanced at him and smiled sarcastically, "You don't even know how to make a cake after you go to church to accept confession?"

Shen Shen lowered his eyes, and a light flashed in his mind, he said, "I may need to take a leave of absence, Ah Jin, look, I can't even make the flour evenly adhere to the edge of the mold."

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Ajin glanced at him sideways, and the corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the flour.

Shen Mo made a sincere and sincere expression, "Ah Jin, we can be friends."

Pointing to his forehead, Ah Jin sneered, "Is this a friend?"

"That's because you want to goug my eyes." Mo Mo looked at him with frowns furrowed, and fear was revealed in his eyes at the right time.

Ah Jin's face turned blue and then pale, "Who wants to goug your eyes, I just want... think..." He couldn't say anything in the second half, and a suspicious blush appeared in the base of his ears.

If each world is counted as one life, as a person who has lived six lives, it is easy to guess the thoughts of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, silently looking at the boy who suddenly became shy in front of him.

"On the way back from the church, I met two oriental men. They said a lot about oriental things. Help me this time. I will tell you what I heard tonight."

A Jin snorted, "You'd better put away this kind of rhetoric that even Uncle Carl on the side of the road doesn't believe, you idiot."

"I heard the word Chang'an." Mo Mo said something calmly.

Ajin frowned fiercely, and threatened in a low voice, "If you dare to lie to me, you will never even think about entering the room."

Not knowing what he was muttering, the young man skillfully cut the dark chocolate and butter into small pieces, put them into a large bowl, heated them over water and kept stirring, and completed the first half of the steps in a short while.

Silence is doomed to tragedy. He did not expect that Ah Jin, who has always been quick in his hands and feet and serious in his work, would lie on the table in a daze. When the cake was taken out of the oven, the cake was not soft enough due to the time setting deviation, and he was detained for another day. salary.

Bad start.

At 7 o'clock in the afternoon, the shop was closed and the sign at the door was flipped to the other side. The girl named Laixin dragged Ah Jin to dinner.

Ah Jin, who was walking away, suddenly turned around, "Idiot, do you want to go together?"

Shen Mo revealed his ripped pocket, he shrugged, "I have no money with me."

Lai Xin beside her sniffed and urged, "Let's go."

"Go back and wait for me, I'll bring you something to eat." Ah Jin shouted impatiently, and left with Lai Xin.

There were no stars in the sky, and the night shrouded the ancient city in darkness.

Mo Mo squatted at the street corner, the cold wind was blowing, he put his hands into his sleeves, his nose was red, and he shivered from the cold.

Why haven't you come yet?

"111, the Duke of Celtic won't be vegetarian today, right?" It's too cold, and the silence is so rare that he wants to tease, probably because the night is too quiet, he listens to his breathing and heartbeat, and the strong wind blows the garbage on the ground Flying around, the line of sight is blocked, and a cold feeling emerges from the bottom of my heart, not a good feeling.

"Ding, the system is under maintenance."

After waiting in silence for a while, his lips turned purple from the cold, he raised his hands to cover his ears, stood up and wandered back and forth on this sparsely populated street, his body was thin, and he walked very lightly, just like a ghost.

A faint smell of blood wafted from the flowing air, and the system in his head that was still under maintenance made a ding sound, silently pursing his lips.

coming.

The black bat circling in the night sky is like a predator. It accurately finds the most delicious target on this street, rushes down, and pierces the thin clothes with its sharp teeth. The camera slows down, and a drop of bright red blood drops from the The fair skin seeped out, and the strange color.

Frowning silently, the pain in the back of his neck reminded him that the black bat had sucked his blood, Celt ate meat tonight, and the first step was successfully completed.

Hope Celt is interested in his blood.

The black bat flew away quickly, flying over the city of London, piercing through the hazy and cold night fog, and flying into an ancient castle deep in the jungle.

At the carved wooden window, a black bat flew into a cold and slender hand, turning into a drop of blood, which strangely seeped into the temperatureless palm.

A man in a chic black dress was leaning against the window. His facial features were three-dimensional and handsome. He had deep eyes typical of Europeans. His whole body exuded the breath of death. His pale lips smiled slightly, and his elegant voice seemed to come from hell.

"Baby, it's just you."