The movement in the backyard obviously attracted the attention of the girls upstairs. Laura still looked worried, lying on Alice's window sill, staring at Matthew waving a shovel.
The sun was shining brightly at noon, and within a short while, Matthew's vest was completely soaked with sweat and stuck to his reddish skin. The young man pulled up the front of his vest and passed it across his forehead. The sweat on his thick arms reflected the sunlight. Matthew simply took off his vest and wiped his body with the vest that was stained with dust and sweat anyway.
"Wow!" Kepler squeezed next to Laura, the girl's eyes sparkling, "I'm starting to understand why you like to run here!"
This girl's healing process from broken love was unusually short. Why.
Laura's smooth forehead wrinkled, she pushed Kepler hard beside her, turned around and walked towards Alice who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"What are you looking at?" Laura came next to Alice and looked at the notes spread out in front of Alice.
"Recipe." Alice smiled, but the smile could not fully unfold. "Didn't Kepler want the recipe for today's menu? I'm sorting it out."
"That's right!" Kepler turned his head from the scenery outside the window, "I want to take it back and show it to the guys in the kitchen at home! We pay them so much money every month, but none of them..."
Laura had noticed something wrong with Alice's expression, swept away the cookbook in front of Alice's bed, and glared at Kepler, "Alice is not a cook."
Kepler curled his lips and said with a girlish annoyance, "I know, I'm just talking." Then he turned around and continued to enjoy the scenery.
Alice glanced at Laura gratefully. To be honest, she was very happy that her friend did not ignore her. But the reality is similar to what Kepler said. For young ladies like them, chef is probably the only identity that Alice can use.
"It's okay." Alice took back the scattered recipes. "I like to organize these. Kepler can eat them every day in the future, and I am also very happy."
"Ah!" Kepler turned his head again, "Don't worry about this! I decide to come more often in the future!" His eyes flashed.
Laura stared back with the fierce look before!
Kepler smiled and tilted his head, raised his hand and waved it in the air, "I knew it! Ha! I discovered it!" After saying that, the girl jumped onto Alice's bed. He threw the recipes aside and grabbed the nervous Alice, "Tell me quickly! Does Laura like the one outside, um, Matthew, right? Right?!"
Laura was about to stop her, but Kepler glared at her and said seriously, "No! You can't speak! I just broke up in love! You can't go against my request! I'm still sad! I need this! I need to know What happened! This is what good friends should do! Share little secrets when friends are sad!”
Residence. It actually makes perfect sense...
Alice opened her mouth, but there was a hint of girlish relief in her eyes. No wonder Laura was like letting loose every time she came to Grande. High school was indeed a scary place.
Alice looked at Laura's expression of giving up, received the look she sent, nodded helplessly, and began to share secrets between girls.
When the sharing ended, Kepler frowned and said this. "It must be Matthew. Benjamin is too old..."
When the three of them came to the window sill again, they wanted to take a look at someone in the courtyard. There is nothing but a pit.
Going west from Grande, the road leading to the cemetery is not very smooth, so Matthew half sat and half stood on his bicycle. In the basket in front of the car, a red jar was bumped back and forth during the bumps, and the contents inside made a ping-pong-pong sound. Those are the soul-inducing grass seeds hitting the wall of the jar.
With every hit. Ryan's screams would torture Matthew's ears.
The jar was originally transparent, but the red color was painted on it by being 'watered' with vampire blood for a long time. The vampire blood, which would gradually corrode even his own soul, still exerted its effect after drying up. Every impact, the brief contact would cause Ryan pain.
This kind of torture is beyond our imagination. Because Ryan's soul is maintained by witchcraft, vampire blood cannot destroy the soul and can only provide corrosive and devouring pain.
"Matthew! Matthew! Let me out! Please!" The voice in the jar was not affected by the airflow at all and poured into Matthew's ears.
Matthew closed his mouth tightly and concentrated on pedaling his bicycle. Sympathy for Ryan, yes. But not nearly enough for Matthew to disobey orders given simultaneously by Alpha and his boss.
"Matthew! You coward! A coward who only follows Benjamin!"
The muscles in Matthew's legs tightened a little more and he increased his intensity.
"I was wrong! Matthew! Let me out, please!"
Matthew looked at the tomb area that could already be seen and continued to sprint.
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The cemetery area of the Grand House has improved a lot compared to a few months ago. After the wave of tomb removal, people from the West End will occasionally pass through to see the tortured dead. Matthew rode through the paths between the parks and stopped directly in the North Park, which was limited to the burial place of sinners due to custom.
The North Garden has not changed much. The tombstones are as rough as rocks, and no one comes to clean up the weeds in the cemetery. Many places are only surrounded by a wooden stick to indicate that there is someone in the pit. It is impossible to expect to know the ownership from the vague tombstone.
Matthew had been here not long before, to bury the poor fellow in prison. Leon was there at the time, so he casually marked out a neat area and buried the urn inside.
Matthew did not receive instructions on where to bury Ryan, and stood a little confused in a shabby cemetery.
"Thank you." A sudden voice sounded, and green light and shadow gathered in front of Matthew.
Matthew took a few steps back involuntarily, staring in horror at the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him. Matthew didn't recognize the man at all and didn't want to know where he came from.
The other party floated on a pile of weeds that had just emerged, and pointed to the edge of the North Garden, where Matthew last came to bury the urn.
"That's me." The other person explained to Matthew.
Matthew reacted and carefully walked around the other party, "You are from Lyon, um-" Matthew didn't know how to express it, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Welcome back?" Matthew himself was not sure, this was the right thing to say. wrong.
The other party smiled and looked at the red jar in Matthew's hand, "Do you want to bury it?"
Matthew nodded, and surprisingly, Ryan in the bottle became completely quiet.
"I wouldn't mind being his neighbor." The other party made a suggestion.
Matthew seemed to understand something, shook his head, and slowly backed away, "No, no need. I think they want me to bury him somewhere without anyone."
"No!!" A howl suddenly burst out from the red jar! Sure enough, this earth-binder had such an idea. He could already feel that the person talking to Matthew was not an earth-binder and had the ability to move freely.
Matthew frowned and glanced at the cyan person, "I, I have to leave."
But the other party smiled, an unusually calm smile, "It doesn't matter, maybe you don't know, the priest comes to pray every day. He can't do anything next to me."
Constantine? A name popped into Matthew's mind. He and the priest had more contact during the tomb-moving wave, and he had a good impression. It was just during this time that the Grand House's view of Constantine seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. Matthew didn't know whether he should be surprised or confused when he heard this name here.
"I..." Matthew's hand pointed behind him uncomfortably, "I'd better go over there."
The other party no longer forced it, and the green body slowly faded away. When it reappeared, it was already floating in an open space on the edge of the North Garden. There was a clear separation between the soil layer and the surrounding area.
Matthew shook his head. He didn't quite understand. What was buried there was just a jar of ashes. Why did the other party appear here? Didn't Leon care about the souls of his men
But now Matthew has no idea where to bury Ryan. There is a dead soul who can move around freely in the North Park, and he is from Crowley's side. Leaving Ryan here seems to be against the original intention of the two Grand leaders.
Young Matthew was completely confused.
To make matters worse, a figure was coming from the west. Constantine was holding a holy book and saw Matthew standing abruptly in the north garden from a distance.
Constantine was just like Matthew's impression. Under the noon sun, his black clerical shirt was meticulous, and the cross on his collar glowed silver in the sunlight.
After performing the blessing ceremony, Constantine looked directly at the jar in Matthew's hand. The dark red blood stains made the jar look particularly strange.
"Matthew." Constantine seemed to know that his relationship with Grande was not as good as before, so he spoke, and his brows furrowed, with a worried look on his face. It seemed that he knew about Seth's situation in the prison.
However, Constantine didn’t bother to question Matthew about these things. He smiled helplessly, “Is this something that is going to be buried here?”
"Yes." Matthew nodded. You can't lie in front of the priest, let alone the only real priest in Barton City!
"Just here." Constantine took a step back and pointed at the land in front of him, "I will keep an eye on him."
There was a groaning sound in the jar, and Ryan's plan was completely shattered.
Matthew nodded, already making plans to dig it out after receiving instructions after returning.
Constantine stopped disturbing Matthew and walked towards the edge of the North Garden. The suspended cyan figure seemed to be waiting for Constantine, his translucent body slightly bent and saluted.
Matthew held the shovel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked over there. Constantine opened the holy book in his hand, opening and closing his lips as if he was saying something.
And the guy who died in prison in vain and became Leon's subordinate actually stood beside him as if he was listening carefully.
Matthew ignored the wail coming from the jar at his feet and sped up the movements of his hands. (..)