Chapter 1020 [Observation] In the end, he still followed the teacher's bad example.
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Above the church.
Two figures stood against the wind.
"Sir, what are you looking at?"
Christie stood beside the man and instinctively looked in the direction he was gazing.
"That little witch over there seems... familiar," the man replied thoughtfully.
"Hmm?" Christie looked away with slight surprise and turned to look at the man.
The man paused for a moment, then turned away indifferently, "Never mind, I don't remember."
Christie: "..."
It would be strange if you remembered it, sir.
"What's her name?" the man asked casually.
"Merataya".
The man nodded upon hearing this, and without saying anything more, said, "I'm leaving."
Christie: "...You can go now."
He couldn't even bring himself to say "Take care" before leaving.
After the gentleman left, Christie's thoughtful gaze lingered for a moment on the small figure in the garden before she too departed.
See you next time.
That was when Christie brought back the two little angels.
The gentleman suddenly appeared.
After exchanging pleasantries with the younger angel, the two of them left Ellex's room one after the other.
The gentleman leaned casually against the tree trunk.
“Sir, you really are elusive.” Christie appeared right next to him, looking at him with a hint of helplessness.
"Aren't you the same?" the man glanced at him casually.
Smoothing his blue hair that fell over his shoulders, the man suddenly remembered something, glanced at Christie, and said casually, "Bring me back the body of that little magician I mentioned earlier after he dies."
"Hmm?" Christie tilted her head slightly, puzzled.
"Take a look at his fate line," the man said calmly, glancing down at the hem of his clothes.
Upon hearing this, Christie instinctively deduced for a moment, then briefly summarized her thoughts and looked at the man, "But what's the point of bringing his body back?"
Suddenly, his gaze became slightly strange. "Sir—?"
"What are you thinking about?" The man looked at him, seemingly genuinely puzzled.
Christie's eyes narrowed, and she smiled. "It's nothing,"
The man didn't explain why he needed to retrieve Behringer's body, only saying, "Just retrieve it when the time comes."
Christie nodded. "Okay."
The gentleman must have his reasons for doing this; we should just listen to him.
The two admired the scenery for a while before the man prepared to leave.
"Something came up with the elves, so I'm leaving now."
He stood up, straightened his cloak, then reached out and ruffled Christie's hair before slipping away.
Christie paused, sighed, and habitually tidied her hair.
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The gentleman's absence this time was not very long.
However, when Christie saw Mr. this time, she saw him holding a human cub that he had picked up from somewhere.
Christie: ?
Has the gentleman gone back to his old trade of collecting baby animals?
With these thoughts in mind, Christie glanced at the child in her husband's arms a few times, but for some reason felt that the child was somewhat familiar.
A few minutes later.
Christie, who had been chatting with her husband in the attic for a few minutes, sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.
Okay, he understands why he's become familiar with it.
It turns out that the child was the master's spiritual particle.
“Then…?” Christie looked at the man hesitantly.
The man remained slumped in the soft chair, stretching his back slightly, and casually said, "You take care of him."
Christie: "..."
"That's it." The man didn't give Christy a chance to speak; he ran off as soon as he finished speaking.
Christie's silence continued.
He just wanted to know if not taking back the spiritual particles would have any impact on him.
However, taking care of a child is no problem for him.
Well... but once the time is right, the children will take care of each other.
Christie left, satisfied, watching the children playing happily.
Christy eventually followed her teacher's bad habits... no, she had long since picked up his bad habits.
The kind of place where you wouldn't see a soul for eight hundred years.
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Everyone turned to look at Behringer, who looked completely bewildered and silly, and then turned to look at R.
"So, Godfather/Mr. R, why did you retrieve Behringer's remains?"
R smiled and said, "Who knows?"
"..."
We know you definitely know, even without us saying it.
Morataya remained expressionless, then gave a sly smile. "I have a bold idea—the little crybaby isn't dead."
Behringer stiffened instantly, his dog-like eyes widening in surprise. "??? A genuine fake dog!?"
“On another note…” Morataya hesitated for half a second, “not only Little Crybaby, but also Zhenliu and L’s remains were recovered, so…”
Liu Qingyao: "Huh? So, am I dead or not?"
Asa's eyes curved slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps, those who appear here are all still alive?"
"Hmm...dead but not completely dead?"
He paused, then added.
"..."
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
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