Chapter 480 Cats, Dogs, and Rats

Chapter 480 Cats, Dogs, and Rats

Late at night, 39 Burklund Street, Congressman Macht's home.

Hazel got up from the bed and used her night vision ability to put on clothes that would facilitate her movement.

She climbed down from the balcony of her bedroom, carefully avoiding the bodyguards at home, and sneaked out of the garden all the way to the middle of Berklund Street. She skillfully removed the manhole cover, climbed in, and closed the manhole cover from the inside. .

"Teacher, teacher, are you still there?"

In the dark sewer, Hazel's soft shout echoed.

After a while, a pair of red eyes appeared from the darkness, and then its body appeared in front of Hazel.

This is a red-eyed mouse. It doesn't look very good at the moment. It's trembling all over, as if it's fighting against some force.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

Hazel looked at the mouse in front of her worriedly and affectionately called it teacher.

"My situation is getting worse and worse. The environment here is too suitable for rats to survive. If I continue to stay here, sooner or later I will turn into a real rat and completely lose my mind."

"Teacher, you can follow me back home first, and then find a place to hide. I can also take care of you from time to time."

"Okay, it's just that I can't maintain my sanity all the time. When I'm about to lose my mind, remember to remind me."

"Okay, teacher."

Hazel stretched out her hand to open the pocket of her clothes and signaled her teacher to go inside first and stay for a while.

"You don't have a cat at home, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

Soon, the manhole cover of the sewer was lifted again. Hazel carefully observed the surrounding situation. When she saw that there was nothing abnormal, she climbed out of the sewer.

After putting the manhole cover back on, she returned to her home along the same path.

Also on Berklund Street, Klein stood at the bedroom window on the second floor, taking in Hazel's every move.

Such an elegant and beautiful lady actually likes to enter the sewers late at night, and she is very skilled at it, as if she is hiding some secret.

However, he didn't expose the other party, he just lamented that Backlund's night was really lively.

the next day.

At dawn, Klein finished washing, went downstairs and had breakfast, then took a carriage and went out in hand with a cane inlaid with gold.

Ever since Hastur reminded him that Amon would come to Backlund in the near future at the last party, he rarely went out.

It had been a while since he attended prayers at St. Samuel's Church. If this continued, the bishop there would doubt his belief in the goddess.

In the prayer hall, he met Leonard again, and he couldn't help but wonder, what happened to Leonard again?

After the prayer, Leonard left in a hurry, looking disturbed.

If I tell him again that Amon is coming to Backlund in the near future, it will probably scare him again, right?

Well, let's talk to him tonight, as Will seems to be in a good mood recently.

Late at night, Leonard was sleeping at home, and suddenly he had another dream.

This time it was not the familiar sea, but in Backlund. In the big square in front of St. Samuel's Church, Klein finally appeared in his dream in his complete form.

It's not easy.

Leonard was moved to tears. He kept dreaming about Klein's mutilated and terrifying appearance, which almost made him forget what Klein really looked like.

"Tell me, this time you came to me in a dream. Do you need my help with anything else?"

Leonard was already familiar with the process and directly interrupted what Klein was about to say in order to save some time to sleep.

He was not a fool. After several dreams and the old man's guidance, he had already guessed that Klein was not dead yet, but was just hiding.

After all, it is impossible for the dead to keep giving him dreams, because he is the requiem master of the path of the goddess of the night.

Klein suppressed the smile on his lips and said in a calm tone: "I'm here to thank you for taking care of Benson and Melissa."

"This is what I should do. If you really want to thank me, just stop dreaming a little bit."

"A warning."

"What warning?"

"The blasphemer Amon is coming to Backlund soon." After Klein finished speaking, he added: "When leaving the dream, try not to mention Amon's name in reality."

"I think I've heard of this name."

"I wish you could avoid Him."

Klein didn't stay long. He just wanted to use the dream to remind Leonard. To be precise, he wanted to tell the news to the old man in his body.

As an angel in the path of thieves, he is definitely no stranger to the blasphemer Amon. The two of them are mortal enemies.

Klein didn't want Leonard to be involved in danger because of this.

After the dream ended, Leonard informed the old man of the news in his heart.

"Amon is actually coming to Backlund!"

"Old man, I have never seen you so panicked."

"Haha, how many people can stay calm in front of Amon." The old man seemed to be laughing at himself, "He is the enemy I have been telling you about, and it is He who forces me to stay in your home in this way. in vivo."

"I wonder why this name seems familiar!" Leonard was also shocked and quickly asked the old man what to do next.

"You try to stay inside St. Samuel's Church during this time."

"Is this useful?"

"He will not come near the church of night."

"good."

Leonard nodded with a heavy face.

…

"Meow?"

"Woof?"

"Meow."

"Woof."

"Meow!"

"Woof?"

Late at night, under the bright starry sky, there was a unique confrontation.

A blue-eyed black cat and a big golden-haired dog.

Azshara was still standing on the crown of the beech tree, and Susie was still lying at the window in Audrey's bedroom.

Unlike last time, Audrey slept very lightly tonight and woke up when she heard the noise.

When she saw Susie chatting with Azshara outside the window, she couldn't hide her curiosity. When did the relationship between Azshara and Susie become so good?

Have they become friends?

This is great.

Audrey just watched quietly and didn't make a sound to disturb them. Although she didn't understand the friendly conversation between Azshara and Susie, she thought they were greeting each other and chatting.

No, this is not good at all!

If Azshara heard what Audrey was thinking, she would definitely jump up and object.

It has been here for three nights in a row, but the big golden retriever just refused to come out of the room.

Haha, it has the ability to steal its owner, but now it has no ability to open the window?

Despise it!

Azshara's eyes were full of disdain. She snorted a few times and was about to go home as a winner. With a squeak, Audrey's bedroom window opened and Susie jumped out.

Haha, is it finally willing to come out?

Azshara's eyes gradually became solemn. She leaned down slightly, looking down from a high position, and put on a posture ready to attack at any time.

And Susie under the beech tree just wagged her tail and raised her head to look at it curiously.

Azshara, who decided to teach Susie a lesson, waved her little paws twice, and several ice cones fell from the sky and stabbed at Susie's feet.

This is the extraordinary ability of the witch to control ice.

"Woof?"

Susie just moved her body slightly to dodge, and easily avoided the ice cones from the treetops. She was even very happy to play it as a dodge game.

Seeing this, Azshara was about to give Susie a little more color, but the patrolling guard heard the noise and came over with a lantern.

"Meow!"

Azshara issued a challenge to Susie tomorrow night, then flew over the treetops and disappeared into the night.

Susie also returned to Audrey's bedroom through the window and closed the window again.

"Susie, what did you say to Azshara just now?" Audrey put her hands on the quilt and asked curiously.

Susie wagged her tail and said, "It said it will come again tomorrow night."

On the roof of the street on Boklund Street, Azshara was returning elegantly in the night.

When it came to the house of Councillor Macht at No. 39, it saw from a long distance that on the second-floor balcony, a girl with dark green hair and gray-brown eyes was chatting with a mouse.

Azshara stood on the roof curiously and looked down at the mouse.

The palm-sized black-haired mouse was fairly large, with shiny black fur, short and sharp claws, and a thin and long tail. It was obviously a mouse from the sewer.

When it went out late at night before, it would smash their skulls with one claw every time it encountered one.

After all, cats and mice have always been natural enemies. A cat that can't catch mice is as clumsy as a human who can't swim.

Azshara wanted to go up and smash it with a slap. Her eyes gradually became sharp, revealing a fierce look of wanting to hunt.

But because it had an owner, Azshara still didn't take any action and quietly left the roof.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

On the balcony, Hazel looked anxiously at the teacher who was shivering all over in front of her, making a pitiful chirping sound, her eyes full of fear when encountering a natural enemy.

...

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen completely, and only a corner of the mountain was exposed. It was when the gray fog in Backlund was the thickest.

"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling."

On the street, the crisp sound of bicycles seemed to wake up the people who were still sleeping.

A bicycle came from nowhere, carrying a young man wearing a monocle, smiling, with a small gray bag on his right shoulder, hanging down to his waist, filled with fresh newspapers that had just been published today. He was walking through the streets, shouting "Selling newspapers!"