Chapter 256 I Asked Her to Open It

In the early morning of June 13, 1399, Lynch finished the dinner prepared by Miss Valente.

In fact, it was not rich, a few slices of fried golden bacon, two tender and soft sunny-side-up eggs, a few slices of vegetables, and a few pieces of bread, that's all.

The taste was ordinary, nothing amazing, but for some reason, Lynch felt that he could not forget this taste. Especially under the dim gas lamp, the two sat side by side, silently enjoying the late dinner. Lynch believed that this picture would firmly occupy a corner of his heart for a long, long time in the future.

But for some reason, on the way back to the guest room, I always felt that there were countless cold and cruel eyes staring at me in the darkness behind me, just like living in a haunted house.

Forget it, it's too scary, let's not do anything, just go back to the room and sleep.

Unfortunately, it must be because of taking too much tranquilizing grass, Lynch couldn't sleep at all, and finally got up and reread the sheepskin ancient book Black Fan Goddess several times. According to Ms. Luna, this helps to receive the death information contained in it and deepen the understanding of the power of death.

At dawn the next day, Lynch left someone else's house in a carriage. When leaving, the old housekeeper and the male and female servants of the family lined up in two rows to see him off. It looked quite grand, but seeing that they all had fierce eyes and looked like they were going to beat you to death again, Lynch had good reason to suspect that his cheating last night was discovered.

Well... it was cheating in the literal sense, and the reason for the haunted house was found.

After leaving Valente's house, he first took a detour to the Count Lorende's mansion not far away, had a secret talk with Princess Chloe for a while, and then went to Bessie's prop store in the Crown District.

He was busy until near noon, and then Lynch returned to his apartment exhausted physically and mentally.

After not going home for two nights, the first thing he saw when he entered the door was Mrs. Maggie's surprised smile.

Since Mr. Louis, the housekeeper, had been asked to deliver the letter in person and Mrs. Maggie had been informed, the beautiful landlady was not too worried. She just considerately helped Lynch put away his coat and hat, and happily went to make tea for him.

Looking at the small living room and bedroom, Lynch actually felt a long-lost sense of intimacy. Although he had been served in every move in the mansion he lived in for the past two days, he felt extremely relaxed when he returned to his simple and small apartment.

Especially when he took a hot bath, changed into pajamas and slippers, sat on his familiar cloth sofa, and stretched his body with his feet on the coffee table, the comfort from the bottom of his heart was incomparable to any mansion, especially when he took a few sips of the black tea made by Mrs. Maggie himself, and soon, the fatigue accumulated in the past few days came up.

It was indeed quite tiring.

In the past three days, he first fought wits and courage with Princess Chloe and Count Lorende, then tracked and killed Alice and the Deep Diver in the sunken ship, then went deep into the enemy's nest to trick the gem back, and finally ran to the evil god's territory to fight the Swelling Daughter head-on.

He didn't feel it when it happened, but now that everything is over, he returned to his familiar nest, and a feeling of exhaustion immediately spread throughout his body.

Fortunately, it was not in vain. The Black Fan Goddess he brought back not only made his death system ability number exceed four, meeting the requirements for promotion to the next level, but also made his understanding of death more thorough, especially when he first saw the corpses all over the mountains in the wilderness, he felt unprecedentedly close to death. Lynch even felt that if he was allowed to witness it a few more times, he might be able to comprehend one or two abilities under the power of death.

It seems that I have to start preparing for the next promotion. Let's see when Countess Hathaway can send the neighbor's memories over, and then see which evil god will be in trouble.

But the most important thing is the ability of death negation, which makes Lynch feel like he is in a dream. This thing is more useful than the ability of burning the boats in a certain game. It takes effect automatically, which is equivalent to giving himself countless lives out of thin air. Coupled with the double improvement of melee and long-range by death coil, it can be said that his combat power has leaped forward, and he finally looks like a Level 2 Soul Forsaken.

Next time, I will try my hand on Prince William and the Rangers, as well as the mysterious enemy who dared to burn my house.

Hmm? Is there something wrong? Forget it, just treat it as all right.

However, the only thing that makes Lynch dissatisfied is that he actually comprehended a secret method, the first secret method he mastered.

Hmm... Contact with the Swelling Girl.

It can be used anytime and anywhere, and the only function is to allow himself to communicate directly with the Swelling Girl.

The sequelae of reading books, when Lynch realized it, this thing had already been comprehended, and he couldn't forget it, which made Lynch jump and curse in his mind.

But now that things have come to this, he can only accept his fate. At worst, he won't use it in the future. Even if I am attracted to mystery, you can't force me to use this thing.

[Haha. ]

Okay, okay, I know you are peeping.

Using his last will to stay awake, Lynch put the dangerous goods into the safe, then threw himself into the bedroom, and fell asleep with a smile.

He slept so deeply that he didn't even know that Mrs. Maggie sneaked in to take away his shirt and pants to wash.

When he woke up again, it was still bright, but it was already the morning of the 14th.

The familiar noise of Charles Square made Lynch curl his lips, and he stretched hard, and Lynch finally recovered from his fatigue.

In fact, if he didn't have a date with someone today, Lynch would like to sleep another day. After all, life without getting up early to go to work and school is so monotonous and boring.

I really envy those social animals who have reason to get up early. I am so envious that I can’t close my mouth from ear to ear.

Wear clothes that have been tumble-dried and ironed, and bring all your gear, especially that little bag.

Opening it, a red light immediately illuminated Lynch's face.

Flaming red lips, the real deal.

This thing needs to be put away, we will still be counting on it later.

Lin Qi smiled strangely, tied the bag again, hid the gem close to his body, then picked up his cane and walked down the stairs.

"Wow, Uncle Lynch, long time no see. I haven't seen you since your leg healed. You don't even play with me anymore." Little Martha hadn't gone to school yet, but her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Qi, and she was very happy. He rushed over and hung it on Lin Qi's leg, "When will it break again? I still want to paint, oops."

If you are really good at talking, I would like to give you two slaps.

The little bastard got two slaps as he wished, and he immediately took Lynch's hand and sat at the dining table with satisfaction. This little thing was getting more and more clingy. However, I asked someone in Charles Square a few days ago that the group of 'kids from the King's District' have indeed restrained themselves a lot and rarely commit crimes now, which surprised everyone.

"Here you go." Lynch took out two one-pound notes, thought about it, and then changed them into four ten-shilling coins. "You still remember my black uniform, the Ranger uniform."

"Um."

"Have your people keep an eye on several nearby blocks in the past few days. If you find anyone wearing that kind of clothes peeking around, notify me as soon as possible."

"Okay." The little guy put the money into his pocket and stared at Lin Qi with his blue eyes, "Is it dangerous?"

"Not for you, but you are proud of being beaten." Lynch stood up and took the breakfast and coffee brought by Mrs. Maggie. He took a big bite and felt quite fulfilled. "Is there any news these days? From your sister Maya I heard it from over there.”

"No, it's all normal."

Little Martha's answer made Lynch a little disappointed. It seemed that the Rangers used some method to appease the Deep Diver Pirate Davis and did not expose their collusion with each other. It's a pity, I still want to see them dog bite dog. Just as I was feeling regretful, I heard Martha continue:

"There is a princess who is going to have a cocktail party again. It will be published in the newspaper today. These rich people are so disgusting. They just have cocktail parties when they have nothing to do. I don't know what they are doing by having so many cocktail parties. It's so annoying."

"I know, it was held just to invite me to participate."

"Hahahaha, Uncle Lynch, you are so brave. The princess invites you to the cocktail party. Hahaha, the governor also invited me to attend."

Bang bang bang.

Cheerful laughter was still echoing in the restaurant, and a knock suddenly sounded from the door.

The little guy ran to open the door, leaving only Lynch and Mrs. Maggie facing each other in the restaurant.

"Don't be angry with her. She didn't mean to laugh at you. She also knows that you are really good to her and are teasing her and joking with you."

Seeing the blond landlady talking softly with a soft smile, Lin Qi felt warm in her heart and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't hate children who know their mistakes and can correct them. This little thing is slowly learning to be sensible now." ”

"Yes." Mrs. Maggie wiped her eyes and nodded vigorously, "I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I really can't imagine what would happen in the future. I will ask you again in the future..."

"Huh?"

Before Mrs. Maggie finished speaking, Martha's surprised voice came from the door. When she turned around, she saw the little thing coming back holding an envelope with a dull look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Maggie came forward worriedly, looked around repeatedly, and then felt relieved after confirming that her daughter was fine.

"The invitation letter... is from Uncle Lynch." Little Martha looked at Lynch's expression as if she had met the goddess of the night she believed in. "The princess invites you to attend the reception on the evening of the 17th. The butler of the Earl's Palace personally sent it. "

"Throw it on the porch for me. I know this, so there's no need to read it." Lynch said casually, "I'm going out later, so I won't put it upstairs. It's not an important thing anyway."

"Oh..." The little guy glanced at Lin Qi, carefully placed the invitation letter on the shoe cabinet, and suddenly stuck out his tongue at Lin Qi angrily, then ran back to Lin Qi, shaking his arms and asked , "Uncle Lynch, why did the princess invite you? She also held this cocktail party just to invite you."

"I asked her to drive it. She asked me to find something. I found it for her, so I used this reception to hand it to her in a high-profile way."

"Then you said you were going out soon, are you also going to see her?"

"That's not true. It's enough to meet at the cocktail party. There is no need to meet in advance." Lynch had already finished breakfast and stood up to pat the little thing on the head. "Do you still remember the old lady who often came to treat me a few days ago? Mrs. Nightingale.”

"Um."

"I'm going to find her, and it's time to repay the debt I owe her."