The vest magic changes the earth

"Let's go, it's time to go." Lu Sien knocked on the door, leaning against the door frame with a calm face.

He seemed normal, even very calm, but given what he had been through, it was wildly abnormal.

The young man wears a pair of glasses with brown lenses on the bridge of his nose, his cold green pupils are covered by the lenses, his brown hair is still a bit messy, hanging in front of his eyes, his facial features are delicate, and he has a unique bookish atmosphere.He was dressed in black at the funeral, with a bouquet of rosemary pinned to his chest, and his cuffs rolled up at his elbows, making him look tired and indifferent.

Metatron gave him a shoulder-to-shoulder hug, a religious courtesy.The angel whispered, "May God bless you."

Lu Sien smiled and responded to him.

He was still worried about me, Lu Sien sighed in his heart.

What can I do, he thought, in fact, my life is not much different from before.Even if you think about it a bit despicably, the lunatic mother who will become a burden and the father who exiled him to the countryside are both dead, and he only has one younger brother.He can go to London to inherit the title, where he will have the opportunity to shine with his talents and wits.

Lu Sien took the angel downstairs. From his angle, he could see Metatron's side face, divine and elegant, with deep eyebrows and perfect Roman sculpture-like lines.He thought about it in a daze. If it is considered from the perspective of a normal person, he should think that I should be ecstatic about it.

At least where they are going now, the people there probably think so.

They are going to London now, and Lu Sien will inherit everything from the Simmons family as the eldest son.

After the fire was completely extinguished, Lu Sien didn't know how long he huddled in the corner.Later, he felt Metatron pull him up, a soft towel covered his face, and he heard the noise of human voices.

There was also a servant who was a little bit luckier and lived on the second floor. He jumped from the window in desperation and survived the smoke.He ran to the nearby villages and towns to ask for help, bringing the militia and the sheriff to help.

Shocked, they restrained Mrs. Simmons and the bodies of Earl Simmons who had appeared here inexplicably, and found Master Lucien Simmons who was huddled in a corner.

The fat police officer wiped the sweat from his nose and forehead, and the fat on his fat face was trembling.The death of an earl in the area he was in charge of was simply a bolt from the blue, and this kind of responsibility was simply beyond his reach.

But now, the top priority is to please this young future heir. A dead person cannot speak, and his fate is in the hands of the future earl!

He patted Metatron's hand away from Lu Sien's support, leaned his whole body over, and smiled obsequiously.He was short and fat, making the tall and thin young master Lu Sien look like a sturdy telephone pole that had just been popularized by the roadside.

Master Lu Sien ignored no one, and sat alone in the hall on the top floor until the early morning. His father's dried dark red blood still remained in the cracks in the bricks of the hall.

The police officer stood outside, the poor handkerchief had been pinched into a rag by his fat palms, his face was covered with sweat, making people stare at the window, for fear that the young master would not be able to think about it. become a bigger problem.

Fortunately, his worries were unfounded, and Lu Sien walked downstairs when the morning light was slightly breaking.

He dealt with the funeral calmly, thanked the militiamen and villagers who came, cleaned up the mess, and buried his parents in the ancestral land of the old house.

Blessed by Tolus's dissolute father, he wandered with his mistress in the suburbs.Not many people know exactly where he went or whether he returned to the country mansion.

This case of the death of a nobleman passed away under the deliberate cover-up of his eldest son when the evidence that his wife killed her husband and committed suicide in fear of crime was conclusive.

Metatron heard the police officer gossip with his subordinates, saying that this child from the noble family is really amazing, his parents are dead, he has no expression, and his blood is colder than a hibernating snake.

Metatron went to the small town to look for Mrs. Smith before leaving, and got the news that she committed suicide with a hemp rope in a woods.

Lu Sien asked about her news, and became more and more silent after listening.

After the funeral, they will leave for London.

Before he was about to go, Lu Sien asked Metatron what he had seen with Mrs. Smith, and if he remembered any valuable information.

Metatron described the buildings, towns and people he remembered.When he described the Gothic tower by the river in his dream, Lu Sien interrupted him and took out an old photo. It was a tall tower with a pointed top and four golden clocks on it. It was gorgeous and majestic, in London looming in the mist.

Metatron looked at it for a while, took a deep breath, "This is it."

Lu Sien looked up at him with a puzzled expression. He half-jokingly said: "If I hadn't seen you wearing medieval clothes, I would have thought you were the bishop of St. Paul's Cathedral. This is the bell tower, it should be It was built the year my father was born.” (Note 1)

The angel raised his head and said with certainty, "I've seen it before."

"That means you have been to London in recent years, but you don't remember anything. There should be clues to your memory. It seems that you can't get rid of me for the time being." Lu Sien looked at Metatron, gently Smile.

"I was also going to a London. That thing escaped. He should be the embodiment of some kind of existence. He gathers human malice and desire, and a large city with a large population is his best hunting ground." Metatron answer.

Lu Sien took Meta Cohen, who he said was his close friend, and the surviving servant to London, and they boarded the steam locomotive. There was a huge roar and white steam covering the sky from the front of the locomotive. Turn and take people to a distant place.

They bought first-class seats, and the accompanying passengers were all well-dressed gentlemen and ladies.

Lu Sien sat between them. The young man was obviously not suitable for this occasion. Although he was dressed gorgeously and had good facial features, he spoke with an accent from a remote county in the countryside. He wore a wilted rosemary and wore a mask Ugly glasses covering his green eyes, and accompanied by only a clumsy servant who spoke the same accent and clumsy, attracted many strange looks.

Lu Sien didn't care about these things, he never looked up, and read with a book in his hand.

It is his companion who attracts more attention from the ladies, for no other reason than this gentleman's looks are too eye-catching.

He is almost like an angel in a mural. Looking at his blond hair, it is the first ray of light that God shines on the world, and his eyes are as bright as the morning stars rising in the morning.Matilda admired softly in her heart.

She had never seen such a wonderful person.The girlfriend next to him probably had the same expression.

"What are you looking at? That redneck and the little boy next to the redneck? Superficial!" An aggrieved male voice came from her ear, with a hoarse voice, spitting at her girlfriend like a drake.

Matilda restrained the urge to slap the book in his hand on his face, and she could only raise her head slowly out of politeness.

The etiquette teacher's instruction sounded in her ears again: [A beautiful lady cannot show an indecent expression in front of a man. ]

[Especially there is such a handsome gentleman on the opposite side, come on, don't lose face of the family.Take a deep breath, don't get angry, watch your face, Matilda, you have to smile. ]

[Fake, this evil pen, I can't laugh. ]

Matilda's slender brows were slightly raised, and her honey-colored eyes were bright and charming.Her skin is very fair, her chin is pointed, and her fair skin and ebony-like black hair make her look extraordinarily fragile and beautiful.

She shook her head at the man's disapproval, "Richard, don't judge others at will, it's impolite."

Seeing her, the man breathed a little faster, with a flattering expression on his face.He rushed over eagerly.

"Matilda, I have no other intentions. You must know that I am also worried about you and my sister. Don't be fooled by some men who show their appearance. You must know that some people rely on their good looks Their appearance squeezed into the position of high society, but it can't cover up their humble nature..."

The voice of the male duck continued to ring in Matilda's ears, full of self-satisfied superiority, making her feel as if she had stepped into a duck farm.

Matilda turned her head slightly, listening politely, folded her hands neatly on her body, and cursed in her heart: [Fuck, I must stuff his stinky boots into that rotten mouth and smash them into pieces. His teeth, Mardy! ]

On this side, Metatron also withdrew his gaze from them.

Lu Sien asked him cautiously, "Aren't you angry?"

Metatron shook his head with a funny smile, and said in a tolerant tone, "People are very interesting, they just need the right guidance."

The waiter on the train brought a glass of sherry wine to a gentleman on the left. When the train was shaking, he couldn't stand still, and the glass on the tray fell down and shattered.

Not far from him, Metatron bent down and wrapped some of the debris with a handkerchief to help him tidy up.

Metatron was also the only passenger nearby who bent over to help.The expression of Duck Voice in the distance became even more disdainful, and he yelled at Matilda next to him: "Look, the problems of inferior people can't be changed."

Matilda could only show a disapproving smile, thinking, [If I were with this gentleman, I would help him too.Damn, Richard the rubbish. ]

Hearing the voice of the male duck, Lu Sien raised his eyes and remembered the man's face.Then he lowered his head and looked at the hair on Metatron's head. A few strands of golden hair hung down with his movements, like streaming sunlight.

He thought, Metatron is always like this, maybe for angels whose lives are infinitely counted, short-lived human beings are always shallow and ignorant, so he always looks at them with tolerance, for everyone, He has infinite tenderness.

So whether it's the male duck's voice, his mother and Mrs. Smith, they all violated the bottom line with his tolerance.They exploit the goodness of the righteous so that the unjust may prevail.

Metatron didn't care, or was willing to forgive them.Lu Sien thought, when I didn't exist, he must have seen many births and deaths, wars of blood and fire, and the ease of laughter and laughter. This is just an angel's indifferent glance at the mortals who walk under his feet.He is the most steadfast believer in God. Starting from the dark age of faith, he lit the fire and gave love and tolerance to everyone.

Then he became sad again, and the mathematics manuscript in his hand seemed to be no longer fragrant.Regarding the matter of Metatron, in fact, he has always had a speculation, but he did not dare to tell anyone that this trip to London is also an excellent opportunity to verify the investigation.