Rebirth-First Class Magician

Asa stood quietly by the French windows on the third floor, looking down calmly. There were five people passing by the bookstore downstairs. The leader was a middle-aged man, and in the middle were two casually dressed young women. The last young man Asa knew—

When he saw the man for the first time, he was also in the same state, except that at that time he was hiding in the canopy of trees, only the darkness and deep fear surrounded him.

"Dad, those people walk so strangely, and they're still queuing up." Cal said in a low voice, with disgust in his eyes.

Asa squinted at the group of people downstairs, but said nothing.

The church has a very strict hierarchical system, which has been implemented in all aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation. Just like they are now, even if they don’t wear strict and conservative robes, the posture they walk in line still gives people a solemn feeling.

Just when Asa was about to look away and continue looking for books for Gal, the man who fell at the end suddenly looked up to the third floor, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Asa.

This blond long-haired man gave him a strange feeling, but he couldn't remember exactly what was strange about it.

Just looking at the facial features, I think it looks a bit like the portrait drawn by the tomb keeper, but that is obviously just a young man...

Asa hooked the corners of his lips, and let the other party scrutinize him without moving. The scrutiny and doubt in the young pastor's eyes did not escape his eyes.Thinking about it, the cemetery must have sketched his appearance when he was a child when he went back, and that document probably fell into the hands of the church in London.

But I'm afraid they will be disappointed. Although his appearance is a bit similar to that of his childhood, who would be him?

"Dad." Gal looked at Asa, then at the man below, flattened his mouth and shouted, "Dad, I want a cartoon book, and I want you to hold it."

Asa withdrew his gaze, bent down and hugged Gal, "What book do you want to read?"

The man below frowned and glanced at Gal, and his last doubts dissipated. There are so many similar-looking people in the world. How could two people whose age spanned nearly ten years be the same?

Asa stood by the window with Gal in his arms, watching the young pastor quickly follow the team and disappear around the corner.

"Dad, do you know those weird uncles?"

Gal was holding a small notebook in his hand, poking his head as if trying to see the man clearly.

"No, I don't know." Asa smiled lightly and denied, "How could Dad know such a weird person?"

Holding Gal with one hand, Asa's eyes slowly became dark. What is the pastor from London coming to Las Vegas for?

After Asa returned to the hotel, he didn't rush back to his room, but knocked on the door of the next room, "Mr. Seaman, are you there?"

It was Lyle who opened the door. After opening the door, he leaned crookedly by the door and yawned, "Oh, it's so early, I'm still sleeping."

Asa didn't rush in, but frowned and looked at the room, "You guys are really..." He struggled with the wording, "There is an artistic atmosphere, where is Mr. Seaman? And you are performing performance art?"

It's no wonder Asa would say that, the things in the room were crumbling, and the cushions on the sofa were still on the floor spread, and Lyle who opened the door for him was even more exaggerated, as if he hadn't showered for a long time.

"Oh, don't mention it, Seaman received a stamped email and ran back to the Blood Race overnight." Lyle complained, but it was obvious that he was very excited, "My lord, it's great that he's not here! I was so excited that I couldn't sleep the night before, and yesterday was the same!"

Asa nodded clearly, "Understandable." After the words were spoken, Lyle's expression became even more agitated. Just as he was about to say something, Asa continued slowly, "If he doesn't clean your intestines, you will feel itchy." can't sleep."

"..." Lyle twisted for a while, pretending to close the door, "Oh my lord, I really can't communicate with you."

Asa asked bluntly, "Why don't you go back with him?"

When Lyle was asked this question, his expression was grim, and he said reluctantly, "He said he would be back in a few days."

"I saw someone today."

Asa paused, carried Gal into the room, "I think it's a good choice for you to go back to the Blood Race Realm with him."

Maybe it was because Asa's expression was so serious that Lyle was also a little nervous, "What's wrong? Oh my lord, are you going to bring me some not-so-good news?"

But Asa suddenly smiled at this moment, "It's not bad news." He tilted his head, and when he saw Lyle heaving a sigh of relief, he curled his lips and continued, "That is, I saw the pastor in London today."

Lyle's facial features became even more distorted in an instant, he slapped the handle of the sofa, and asked nervously, "Oh my god, how did you recognize it?! Could it be that 'I'm from London' was written on his face?" ?”

"Shouldn't you be concerned about why he came here?" Asa sat upright with a half-smile, "It's nothing. I woke up from the cemetery and bit a cemetery guard. The priest came the next day. One of those who got me."

"..." Lyle seemed to heave a sigh of relief, "So, he is here to find your lord?"

"No, he hasn't seen me, and do you think he recognizes me now?"

"Dad, but that uncle stared at you for a long time." Cal, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head with a dissatisfied expression, "Gal hates that look."

"Hey, Uncle knows that you hate all those who rob your father." Lyle said very quickly, "Don't look at me like that, I'm only speaking from the heart."

Asa glanced at the two of them indifferently, and made a concluding speech, "So there are two possibilities for a pastor from London to come to Las Vegas. The first is to take a vacation, but I heard that pastors don't like to play. This The possibility is extremely low, and the clergy with five levels are extremely obvious, and the possibility of playing is zero."

Affected by his solemn expression, Lyle swallowed and asked nervously, "What about the second one?" There was a little expectation in his eyes, as if he was struggling for the last time.

"Your whereabouts have been exposed, the church has received news, and..." Asa smiled and said teasingly, "They seem to be heading towards the church in Las Vegas."

"..." Lyle's face was ashen and weeping, "Oh no, the church will definitely not let go of any news about vampires, not a single bit!"

"Actually, it's not impossible." Asa waited for Lyle's emotions to ease before slowly opening his mouth. "Your abilities are actually very useful, such as avoiding certain people?"

Asa smiled, raised his chin slightly and pointed to the gold wire bat cage on the coffee table.

Lyle was startled, and glanced at the coffee table with complicated eyes, "This is really depressing news."

"But it's better than being caught by the church." Asa smiled, but his eyes were cold, and there was a touch of gold in the clear lake blue pupils, "Otherwise you will drag many people down, and I will restrict your travel , Lyle."

"Okay, well, anyway, I don't really like going out." Lairton paused, pouted and rolled his eyes, "That idiot Seaman almost wiped out all my hobbies."

Asa stood up holding Gal, "If my partner is a person who likes clubbing, gambling and sex hunting, I will kick him directly." He walked towards the door with the book in his hand.

"Dad." When he just walked to the door, Gal said, "Gal will not go to bars, gamble, drink, or flirt in the future. Gal only wants Dad alone." His emerald green eyes seemed to be full of hope for the future .

"No, as long as you still call me Dad for a day, you don't even have to think about it." Asa turned the doorknob and walked out without even looking at the strange eyes behind her, "Dad can only be Dad. "

Cal pursed his lips, "Asa, I want to come down."

"..." Asa's eyes twitched, and he asked with a strange expression, "What did you call me?"

"Asa." Cal's expression was very serious, and his immature face was very serious, "Is it okay not to call you Dad?"

"..."

"You said it yourself just now." Gal struggled a bit, "I want to come down, I'll go by myself."

"..."

Asa was stunned for a while, then tightened his arms and frowned and said, "What are you messing with again? Call me dad." After speaking, he quickly opened the door and entered the room, surprisingly fast.

"I didn't make trouble!" Gal's eyes were very serious, "I want to grow up quickly, until I can stand by your side!"

Asa corrected dissatisfiedly, "Call Dad."

"Asa."

"..."

Asa stroked his forehead feebly. He didn't know how to explain it. After a long time, he said slowly, "Even if you don't call me daddy for the rest of your life, you will always be my son in my heart."

"Not biological."

"..."

In the end, the topic of whether to call him father or not ended with Asa's silence, and Gal didn't keep quarreling with Asa on this issue.

In fact, what Asa thought was that children have poor memory, and they might forget what they said today when they wake up tomorrow morning, but Cal, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, obviously didn't think so.

As it turned out, Asa was wrong and wrong very much, because Gal didn't call his dad again until the second before he was about to go on stage to perform the magic trick the next night.

Alice glanced at the little Gal standing on the ground, and said teasingly, "Are you guys arguing? Why didn't the little guy call you daddy?" She took a sip of Coke from the assistant.

Gal leaned on the pillar in an old-fashioned way, looked up at Alice, "Asa said, if you want to be her partner, you can't call him dad."

"Pfft!!!" Alice, who hadn't had time to swallow the Coke, couldn't hold her breath, and the Coke was sprayed far away, "Cough...cough cough! Companion...companion?!"

Asa's expression was indifferent, and he squinted at the ground, refusing to let him hug Gal, "Yeah."

"Oh God, let me tell you why no one is chasing a handsome man like you. It turns out that it's already..." Alice glanced at Gal who was standing on the ground. It's so funny, I can't help it haha, a paternalistic son with a calf-protective father."

"..." Asa glanced at Alice, who was laughing wildly, reached out and unbuttoned her jacket, and walked towards her slowly...

"Hic! What are you going to do?" Alice, who was laughing wildly, stared at Asa vigilantly, "Hey!"

Asa didn't answer her words, but still approached at a leisurely pace...