A boring day starts with a down-to-earth start.
The hunchbacked ugly woman raised her cane and stumbled over the child who was about to cross the road. "Do you want to be hit by a car?" The tip of her aquiline nose just glanced at the child who was covering his knees and showing signs of starting to cry. "Cry." Well, if you don’t know how to be grateful to little humans, just cry out a river and then drown yourself.”
"Wow-"
The ugly, hunchbacked woman had already walked away in the astonished eyes of passers-by.
This ugly woman is Mrs. Sheila. She is hunched over and shaking her cane. "Old woman is passing by, get out of the way." She is beating any creature in front of her - here, in the Federation, Massa, Barton, and the West District, creatures are equal to Humanity.
Pedestrians began to consciously avoid this indescribably ugly old woman. Because the pained faces of the passers-by she had already passed proved that the black cane with gold rim was no joke, and it would really hurt if struck.
But is Mrs. Sheila satisfied with this? How can it be. She occasionally twisted her shoulders, suppressing the urge to shoot up to the sky. The sky, that is the endless sky. How can this flat road—blocked by buildings, crowded by humans, and restricted in direction by various signs—be as high as the sky
Even if the whole street is bulldozed for her and she can walk wherever she wants, she will not be satisfied. This winged person, Mrs. Sheila, will still be dissatisfied that she cannot move up and down.
Mrs. Sheila hates being down to earth. But it's a pity that as a citizen of Barton City, Mrs. Sheila must keep her feet on the ground. Otherwise, some vampire might make her fly into the sky and never come back down.
Mrs. Sheila shook her head irritably. This was a simple matter of trust. The Toledo vampire once made such an agreement to ensure that she would not fly away casually and reveal Toledo's secrets in Barton. Now, this is just an agreement that is beneficial to Toledo, so it is meaningless, but Sheila still cannot take off casually - Toledo in Barton is no longer a secret, everything else is a secret, such as Sibella's little moves , such as the little actions of saints, such as the small actions of fallen angels, hey... Why did she choose such a seaside city to retire? Mrs. Sheila can only blame herself.
"... Good morning, citizens of Barton! The weather is nice, and I hope everyone is in a good mood... "
Mrs. Sheila passed the window of an electronics store, where a morning news talk show was playing on the television. Just ask a few guys who will never be favored by the Stone family to comment and analyze the 'big events' in Barton, such as -
"... Haha, xx, I have to ask, did you watch the debate between our two mayoral candidates yesterday? It was really..."
Of course Mrs. Sheila didn't care about this and continued walking.
"... Very exciting! xx, haha, very exciting! But xx I think we should talk about this later. Now, I want to give you, our audience, an exclusive news... "
"Really? xx? Something more important than our mayoral race? What is it, xx?"
"Don't be so anxious~xx, be patient!"
"Oh, don't whet our appetite, xx..."
While several guys on the TV were inking, Mrs. Sheila had already walked past two storefronts.
"… Our one and only Bishop is getting married!"
Three storefronts.
"Whoa! Married? Just a few months after his entire family, I mean, kids, ex-wives, parents, uh, (whispering but to camera) mistress and illegitimate son, (recovered) died? Married again? ?Wow! xx This is really worthy of exclusive news, really, haha... "
Four stores.
"Hehehe, I know you will be interested, xx, I have more! The wedding will be held at Bishop Manor..."
At the fifth store, Mrs. Sheila turned back, raised her eyebrows, making her owl-like round eyes even rounder, turned around, started walking back, and of course said, "Old woman passing by, get out of the way."
The guy on the TV continues.
"Okay, xx, I really didn't expect this! In Bishop's Manor? Wow! As we all know, Bishop's Manor has been closed for months, is it finally going to reopen?"
"xx! You've hit the point! Barton's largest and oldest manor, since the Bishop family tragedy happened, all the servants were dismissed and completely closed..."
Mrs. Sheila, who had just walked to the second store, raised her eyebrows and was redirected. Probably the store owner realized that this kind of program that ridiculed people in the West End was not suitable to be shown here.
Mrs. Sheila glanced at her mouth and turned around again, "Old woman passing by, get out of the way!" The extra emotion was that Mrs. Sheila was angry - why didn't Riley inform her? ! As a material supplier of Bishop Manor, why didn't the seductress Riley, who was about to become the hostess, tell her that a wedding was about to be held at the manor? ! anger!
"The old woman is passing by! Get out of the way!" Mrs. Sheila's cane hit the two 'bamboo poles' in front of her.
The 'bamboo pole' was not moved away.
The aquiline nose began to move upward, and the eyesight also moved upward, and the two bamboo poles seemed infinite.
When Mrs. Sheila was looking up completely, with the back of her head almost touching her arched back, her eyes had truly become round.
"You..." Subconsciously, Mrs. Sheila stared at the republican man who looked down at her, "So tall..." The corner of her eye twitched, "You are blocking me, sir, get out of the way."
The Republican man did not move, but leaned his slender body forward slightly, actually looking over Mrs. Sheila's head and looking at her hunchback.
Mrs. Sheila frowned instinctively, raised her cane, and stabbed directly into the opponent's philtrum, "I said you were blocking my..."
The cane was caught firmly, and Mrs. Sheila pulled hard in a daze, but the other end of the cane did not move at all in the opponent's hand.
"Let go!" Mrs. Sheila hunched over and began to encourage slightly.
"... *&%*..." Like a bamboo pole, Gong Gong spoke to the man and did not let go.
Mrs. Sheila didn't understand, but she felt no malice. He frowned and stared up at the other person, "What do you want to do?"
The Republican man let go, and his bamboo pole-like arm raised his unusually broad palm and actually placed it directly on Mrs. Sheila's shoulder.
Mrs. Sheila was stunned again, and then without any hesitation, she stabbed the opponent's 'center' with the freed cane!
Poke halfway. Mrs. Sheila rolled her eyes uncontrollably. It’s refreshing, so refreshing that you roll your eyes—
Those broad palms connected to bamboo poles were extremely powerful and flexible. They slid back on Mrs. Sheila's shoulders, kneading and stimulating things that did not belong to the human bone structure. Mrs. Sheila, who had not spread her wings for an unknown amount of time, felt the feeling of flapping her wings with all her strength.
Cool.
It only felt good for two seconds.
Mrs. Sheila's wrinkled face suddenly turned gloomy, and she took a step back, holding her cane tightly, staring at the Republican bamboo pole man who still kept his hand raised, "You! Yes! Who!"
If not on the street, Sheila's question would be, "What the hell are you!"
The man with the bamboo pole actually smiled, and shyly, he retracted his hand in the air and grabbed his thick black short hair that could almost reach the shop sign.
Still, Mrs. Sheila felt no malice, her hand holding the cane tightened, and her mind was in confusion. I can't help it, it was so good just now.
The bamboo pole man moved, dug into the cloth bag at his side, and took out a red, uh, knot-knot. He spread his hands flat and handed them to Mrs. Sheila.
Mrs. Sheila stared at the thing in the other person's hand, her attention was a little distracted. She couldn't control her thoughts and was focused on observing the other person's hand, the hand that had just given her the feeling of 'taking off'.
The other party's hand shook, and the knot in his hand also shook twice, reminding Mrs. Sheila to pay attention to the important point.
Mrs. Sheila wrinkled her ugly face, "What is this?!"
The bamboo pole man still just smiled, and moved his hand closer to Silla.
No matter how stupid you are, you should understand. Madam Sheila looked at the things in the other party's hands, and at the other party's republican face, which was honestly not in line with the federal people's aesthetics... Hehe, but what qualifications did Sheila have to talk about aesthetics? She curled her lips and said, "Yes." Give me?"
It was also obvious that the bamboo pole man did not understand what Mrs. Sheila said at all, so he still wore a simple and speechless smile and continued to shake the palm of his hand dragging the knot.
Mrs. Sheila hesitated, paying attention, not feeling any malice was the key. Mrs. Sheila raised her hand and fiddled with the knot in the other person's hand with common sense. She rolled her eyes again for some reason, "Well, I swear, if you are trying to defraud me into buying your stuff, I will..." Automatically Silenced, staring at the other person's still smiling face, "You'd better not understand what I'm saying!" He took away the knot in the other person's hand.
The bamboo pole man retracted his hand, smiled and gently leaned his slender body forward, as if to salute, looked away from Silla's head, and left.
Well, gone.
Mrs. Sheila was left holding an unknown knot in her hand, looking confused. What just happened
Suddenly remembering something, Mrs. Sheila suddenly turned around and walked in the direction where the bamboo pole man walked away. At the same time, she didn't care that she was still on the street. "If you are a republican 'thing', this is not the place where you should stay..." Barton, a foreigner, Consensus is to resist the entry of republican aliens, isn't it? However, the bamboo pole man has disappeared.
Mrs. Sheila looked at the federal people on the street, her eyes twitched, turned around, and continued, "The old woman passed by!! Get out of the way!!"
Without her having to say anything, everyone had already started to avoid him automatically. A typical old, crazy, ugly, old woman who hates the world, isn't she? It seems like no one will get close to her.
Let's move on. Believe it or not, Mrs. Sheila's trip today is to keep an appointment. It's an appointment related to work and friends. The location was chosen by the other party, and there was a market a street away. For some 'magical' reason, the other party likes the noisy atmosphere there, and every time they have such a date, they go to that place to sit for a while.
Mrs. Sheila can go there by car, but what she despises more than the down-to-earth way of moving is sitting in some metal box and letting the metal box move for her, so...
Mrs. Sheila regretted it now. She should have used transportation tools, at least she would not have encountered such distracting and inexplicable things.
When passing through an alley, turn decisively and take the path! If you encounter a dead end, just 'jump' over it. As long as it doesn't exceed the scope of the building, it doesn't count as taking off, right? ! Uh, Mrs. Sheila hopes that the other person's hand will stay behind her shoulder for a little longer! Uh, didn't she move away on her own? Uh, no, didn't she want to encounter this inexplicable thing...
Distracting…
"...Man! Let me tell you, this is new! I spent a lot of effort to make it..."
"Shhh!!" The young man covered the other young man's mouth and gestured irritably to the old woman who walked in.
Mrs. Sheila glanced at the two young men who hurriedly stuffed something back into their pockets, then looked at the dead end behind the two young men, and curled her lips. That's great, she obviously met two guys who were doing some secret deal. trouble.
Mrs. Sheila's eyes were focused around the building on this dead end, and she hesitated a little. This was a perfect place, with buildings blocking it on the left and right, leaving only a concave gap in the middle, which could allow things that could escape 5 meters of gravity to pass through. Perfect!
What was not perfect was the two young men with their heads lowered and their pockets in their pockets, exchanging quick glances.
Mrs. Sheila began to seriously consider various factors.
was interrupted.
"Old woman! Get away! Didn't you see that you disturbed our 'things'! If you don't want to get into trouble..."
Black Gold's cane was raised directly and hit the opponent's head.
Well, this is convenient. Why do you think so much? Do you really think that everyone is a Grande vampire and a model citizen.
While one young man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, the other one staggered, and the dagger he took out at some point fell to his side.
Mrs. Sheila took back her cane and glanced at the bottom. It's pretty good. The dust from the walk was wiped clean by the guy who fell on the ground.
"*!*!*! You, you old madman! You, you killed him... "
Mrs. Sheila was too lazy to answer. If this guy's mood could be more stable, he could clearly see that the chest of the guy with a round mark on his forehead was still rising and falling. Mrs. Sheila's cane was raised horizontally again, with a whistling air flow, and she struck directly horizontally.
The howling young man spun twice in the air, landed, and became quiet.
Mrs. Sheila looked at the stick body with satisfaction. It was also clean, not bad. He glanced at the young man on the ground and said, "If you stay quiet and don't attract other people's attention, you can save yourself two days of fainting." His eyes also saw something coming out of the other person's pocket, which seemed to be a cigarette package.
Mrs. Sheila picked it up and looked at it a few times. It was not smoke. He curled his lips, shook his head, and continued to talk to the unconscious young man, "It's so fussy about doing this kind of business. Well, Smith's ability to select people is getting worse and worse."
Mrs. Sheila's shoulders shook, and the sound of a zipper being opened appeared along her arched back. No need to describe it. Mrs. Sheila looked at the gap surrounded by buildings with excitement and expectation on her face.
Wow! The airflow is pushed to spread and gather.
Three seconds.
Mrs. Sheila stood on the other side of the dead end alley with a gloomy face. She is dissatisfied with desire, she wants more... (.)