Chapter 158 Parade
"Samuel, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, a parade of townspeople will march to the guard post," Bishop Cassius said calmly. "I hope you, as the Grand Mage, can come and appease everyone."
Samuel agreed: "I will come."
After saying that, he gently patted Arnold's arm that was around his waist, and the teleportation array immediately appeared, and the two of them disappeared in the purple light in an instant.
Bishop Cassius put away the smile on his face and looked thoughtful.
Elsewhere, Samuel and Arnold returned to the bedroom in the mansion.
No matter how many times he came, Samuel still couldn't get used to this strange experience of his body being transported but a part of his soul being missing.
He always felt that this kind of magic, similar to Apparition, might cause the risk of losing organs.
After standing firm, Arnold still kept his arms protectively around Samuel's waist. Samuel had to explain again that he was very safe and was not scratched by the zombies before he reluctantly let go of Samuel.
Samuel breathed a sigh of relief.
It was so embarrassing just now. He could actually handle that kind of situation by himself. At the very least, Bishop Cassius beside him would not sit idly by. But who would have thought that the puppy would secretly follow him out and act so quickly?
In particular, what he said...
Even a master of thick black studies like Samuel felt embarrassed.
I hope that Bishop Cassius, as a clergyman, does not have all that messy ethical knowledge in his head, otherwise it will be difficult for Samuel to deal with him as before in the next period of time.
"Mother, it's dangerous. Arnold will protect you."
Samuel took off his magic robe and threw it into the laundry basket. As he turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower, Arnold spoke to him seriously.
To this day, Samuel had no doubt about his loyalty because Arnold had just proved it.
For just a little bit of milk, the puppy offered his loyalty wholeheartedly.
Samuel didn't know if this was a good deal.
"Okay, I got it. I'll go take a shower first."
He had left early today, and it was not yet midnight. Samuel came out of the shower, changed into a comfortable silk robe, and instantly felt very comfortable.
——He will have a complete, undisturbed night.
Oh, Arnold is not a human being, Arnold is a puppy.
It had only been a few days since he traveled through time, but Samuel felt as tired as if he had lived for a year.
There were always various things to do every day. Whenever he had a moment of free time, he would first study magic and would not dare to go to bed until he had finished studying.
When looking in the mirror just now, Samuel took special care to observe whether the dark circles under his eyes were dark circles or black lines formed by corpse qi - the conclusion was that no matter what it was, it was very weird.
He looked more like a poisoned corpse than Arnold, the lively zombie.
Samuel didn't want to stay up late to study tonight. Since he had promised Bishop Cassius to appease the people tomorrow morning, according to Samuel's work habits, he would not let himself come back empty-handed after making an effort.
He will get his own pay.
After pouring a glass of water and placing it on the bedside, Samuel climbed into bed and prepared to go to sleep.
He didn't have to worry about Arnold at all, because the puppy had a more self-aware heart than anyone else - Samuel had just come out of the bathroom, and Arnold had also gone in to wash up.
He had showered during the day and had only gone out briefly, so when he entered the bathroom, Samuel suspected he had only just taken a shower.
Just a few minutes after I lay down on the bed, he followed me.
"Mother." The puppy came up clingingly, hugged Samuel's waist, and rubbed its head against his chest.
"Um."
"I want to eat..."
"No." Samuel turned over and curled up in the quilt to sleep.
Be humble and cautious.
He didn't want to continue engaging in marginalized sexual activity with someone who knew nothing.
It's time for a certain puppy to be weaned.
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The next day, Samuel was sucked awake.
He has now basically mastered a set of moves: pulling the dog away by its red hair, and then slapping it.
"Are you out of your mind?" Samuel scolded him. "Is there any milk? Is there? If not, why are you still sucking?"
Not only sucking, but also pinching.
Those who know him think he is in the oral stage, while those who don’t think he is just doing foreplay.
Samuel actually overlooked one point, which is that for many men, they are in the oral stage all their lives.
So with his not very strong resistance, Arnold's oral stage became more serious little by little.
Even started sexual exploration.
"Mother." Arnold lowered his head, looking pitiful.
He made Samuel realize that even though he was in his thirties, he still had a heart that loved the young - even though Arnold was better than him in every way.
But after all, he is a poor little kid who lost his mother and was harmed by his father.
Samuel sighed, ignored him, and got up to change his clothes.
He had deliberately worn a very long nightgown last night, thinking that since there were no buttons on it, it would not be unbuttoned like before.
As a result, the little dog Gu Yong Gu Yong piled the pajamas directly on his shoulders.
There was not a single day that went by when the poor pink tips were left undeveloped. Helplessly, Samuel had to continue wrapping a soft cloth strip around his chest to prevent friction from the fabric.
He deliberately chose a mysterious and luxurious magic robe that was suitable for the identity of a great magician.
"Arnold," Samuel instructed him, "try not to go out during the day. If you must go out, remember to hide in the shade. If you get exposed to the sun, you will never see me again."
Samuel doesn't want to lose Arnold, this powerful force, for the time being.
Arnold nodded obediently and promised, "I will carefully protect my mother."
Meaning he will follow, even during the day.
Samuel knew he couldn't control him, so he let him go.
Even if humans no longer have intelligence, animals should still have the instinct to be dangerous, right?
Samuel came downstairs carrying a large jar of cooling oil.
While he was frantically making up lessons that afternoon, he made a large ceramic jar of mint orange peel lard ointment, divided it into several portions in several exquisite small dressing boxes, and gave them all to his relatives last time.
The pottery jar is still full, weighing about ten pounds. It should come in handy today.
The housekeeper was surprised when Samuel appeared downstairs. He had planned to call Samuel at noon and let him have a good sleep in the morning, but Samuel woke up by himself.
The housekeeper, who was nearly sixty years old, didn't know that the mistress, who looked noble and beautiful, was actually woken up by her stepson's sucking.
"Paine." Samuel had only just learned the butler's name last night. "Here's the cooling oil. Take it. I'm going to the security office at nine o'clock. Come with me."
As he said this, he handed the clay pot to the butler.
The butler was flattered to take it. He didn't expect that Samuel would take him out to do something.
You know, servants have never had any social status. Even Mr. Hermann only handed over the affairs of the mansion to him and never let him get involved in the management of the town.
In this regard, Mr. Hermann only trusts his relatives and his magician staff.
"Okay." The butler immediately ordered the maid to bring out breakfast. "Would you like to eat in the dining room or in the garden? The weather is nice today."
"The garden."
"Okay, I'll set it up right away."
Since coming here, Samuel has never seen sunlight in the true sense.
It was extremely cloudy almost every day, with no blue in the sky, only foggy gray.
This morning, there was unexpectedly a little sunshine.
The presence of sunshine means that the moon and stars will be brighter at night, and the weather will be good at night, so the living dead should be more active.
At present, the only thing that has no progress is the situation of the living dead.
Samuel thought as he ate his freshly baked matsutake bread.
If he had the energy to spare, he would prefer to solve the problem of the living dead before escaping.
This way, even if he runs away and is caught in the future, the Vatican should let him go because he once saved the people... right?
Samuel felt that it was not easy for him to fight his way through the hellish beginning and reach the relatively balanced situation now.
To reward himself for being so awesome, Samuel ate an extra piece of apple pie.
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After breakfast, in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the butler had already prepared the carriage.
It was very different from the last time I took a carriage to Arnold's funeral.
At least this time, the butler did not dare to sit in the car with him, but sat outside and drove the car himself.
The guard office is located in the northwest suburbs of Golden Town, diagonally across from the cemetery.
A big reason for setting it up here is that behind the guard office is a whole stretch of rolling mountains, the mountain ridges running across the entire western continent, as long as half the coastline.
In these mountains lies the world's most precious treasure - gold.
There are many small towns built on the mountain, but only the gold town has the mining rights. Otherwise, the entire ridge is surrounded by miasma. Ordinary people who rush in may be poisoned to death before they find the gold mine.
Only in the gold town where there are many magicians and alchemists - mainly alchemists - can gold ore be successfully dug out from the mine.
It can be said that the magicians and alchemists in this world, to some extent, have iron rice bowls with the royal family.
Each of them must register, but working in the gold-related industry can bring them huge personal wealth.
This is why the Golden Town is as prosperous and wealthy as the capital.
From a distance, Samuel heard the noise of commotion.
After two days of patrolling, Samuel didn't see a single living person on the street, but it was obvious that the quietness of the night did not calm the residents and travelers.
Their growing rage boiled over after a night of enforced silence.
Each of them wore a black robe. No matter why they came to the Golden Town, at this moment, they had only one purpose: the Security Department must solve the problem of the living dead as soon as possible, recover the losses for the merchants, and allow the transaction of gold enchantment to proceed normally.
If you can't do that, open the gate and let everyone leave.
When the guards just sealed off the city, many small merchants were still thinking of catching the rebellious orcs in a jar. But after they found out that it was not orcs but the living dead that night, some small merchants could no longer hold on.
They are not big gold shops backed by wealthy businessmen. When the losses are bearable, what they value most is their own life safety.
At worst, I can give up the gold and leave here to find another way to make a living.
Who knows if you can survive if you encounter the living dead?
The carriage stopped outside for a few minutes, and Samuel listened to their slogans for a few minutes.
Finally, someone saw a carriage with a sign saying "Consul's Residence" and thought that it contained the town's consul, Mr. Hermann. They turned their attacks, surrounded the carriage, and angrily demanded that the consul, who had been hiding for several days, come out.
As the shouting and cursing almost broke through the sky, a hand covered with strange black lines opened the car door.
Samuel walked out slowly.
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