Chapter 166 Dog Training
Arnold acted like a puppy every day, enjoying himself on the beautiful woman's chest. This was the first time he came out in the middle of the night to do something his teacher asked him to do.
Then he found that this was a big problem that he couldn't solve even with ten of them.
The power of the words gradually lost its effect, and the corpses' instinct to pursue life made them more obsessed with gold, and their behavior became more uncontrollable.
The living dead are much more active than before, and their movement speed has also increased.
Arnold saw with his own eyes a mummy that looked like a big gecko, lying on the hotel window and knocking on the glass.
The streets were in chaos, and the commercial street was basically cleared out. Some of the zombies went to the northwest and tried to enter the mines - they were already dead, so they were naturally not afraid of the miasma.
Another group of zombies were entrenched in residential areas, trying to break in. Arnold could imagine how devastated the ordinary people must be.
The living dead were originally invented by evil alchemists. Arnold tried to mobilize them, but the weak effect of Pan's words, alchemy, and the corpse's instinct to pursue life, these three combined, Arnold helplessly found that the living dead became even crazier.
It's the kind of crazy person who is willing to give up and live one more day as long as possible.
Even some of the living dead who regained consciousness began to look for their former homes and families.
There were those seeking revenge, and those seeking love—Arnold thought he was also the one seeking love.
Corpses were crawling in the dark on the street. Arnold hid in the shadows and saw several priests being hit by the limbs thrown by the zombies when they were fighting for the gold. They immediately fell to the ground and retched, unable to bear it.
Arnold: "..."
Teacher, look at what you have done!
Is this a mess I can clean up on my own?
Arnold had a major breakdown.
He wandered around outside all night, and the scenes he saw were more outrageous than the last.
He also saw Bishop Cassius, who was not in such a miserable state. Arnold observed him for a long time and concluded that he was more handsome and cute.
Otherwise, why would Samuel treat him specially?
Even Samuel in the past didn't like Cassius. Arnold was secretly delighted.
Halfway through, Arnold was almost hit by a flying eyeball when he was changing positions.
Anyone else would be scared to death, but first of all, Arnold was already dead, and secondly, his teacher was Pan, and Pan mentioned that he had a younger brother named Eyeball.
There are many small eyeballs besides the big eyeballs, and ordinary people cannot see the small eyeballs.
Arnold didn't dare to stay any longer and went back early - his teacher's younger brother had come, so it was not his turn to clean up the matter of the living dead.
Arnold slipped away with a clear conscience.
Let his younger brother take care of the teacher's sins.
The red-haired puppy went home happily to find his mother.
Back in the bedroom, Arnold took a shower as usual to wash off any smell that might have lingered on his body.
Then get into bed.
The bed smelled sweet because Samuel smelled sweet. Arnold couldn't help but move closer to him, hugging him gently and kissing the back of his neck and shoulders.
I wonder if Samuel figured it out after I left. I'm loyal, gentle, cute, strong, young and handsome. I'm much better than Cassius. Samuel should choose me.
He must like me since he tolerates my intimate behaviors.
Did he know it himself?
In such anticipation, Arnold couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
Just then, Samuel turned over.
He didn't know if he was dreaming about something. Arnold guessed that he might have had some beautiful dreams because of the contact at night. Samuel snuggled into his arms in a daze.
There was a slight murmur from the black-haired beauty's mouth, a very seductive tone. She hooked her arms around Arnold's neck and buried her face in his collarbone.
The nightgown was loose, and a large area of warm skin was pressed against it.
Even one leg squeezed into Arnold's legs.
Arnold would never have dared to dream of a scene where Samuel would be so proactive.
Although the body of a twenty-year-old boy is hard, his blood and energy can make other parts of his body as hard as the body.
Arnold is hard.
He was still immersed in the tenderness of the beautiful woman throwing herself into his arms when he was suddenly slapped in the face.
Arnold:?
He looked confusedly at the person who had sat up, crossed his arms, and looked at him with cold eyes.
There was no trace of sleepiness on the beautiful woman's face.
Samuel: "Idiot, get off the bed and kneel down."
"..." Arnold stammered, "I was wrong."
…
Half an hour later, after listening to Arnold's explanation, Samuel was no longer so angry.
He is very calm.
He was so calm that he wanted to strangle Arnold and then strangle himself - it turned out that this kid had been conscious in recent times.
The beautiful woman, feeling cheated, wanted to strangle this audacious pervert.
"That's it," Arnold said. "Mother... Samuel, I told you everything."
Except for his own heart and the nugget of gold.
Samuel stared at him with cold eyes, saying nothing.
His feet were still in Amu's arms - one of them was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the other was kneeling in front of the bed.
Arnold was afraid that Samuel would catch a cold, so while explaining, he calmly held Samuel's bare feet in his arms.
By the time Samuel realized what was happening, it was already difficult to pull away.
Emotionally, he really wanted to kick Arnold in the face. He saw it all as the boy secretly stared at him while explaining.
Intellectually, Samuel knew that there was no need for him to fight Arnold - Samuel was afraid that slapping him would make him feel good and that he would lick his hand.
"When did you know that I was not the original owner of this body?" Samuel asked.
"From the beginning," Arnold replied, "I knew it in the basement."
"Yeah." Samuel responded indifferently.
If Samuel had not found that his body had recovered briefly when he looked in the mirror, he would not have realized that his most trusted puppy had completely recovered his memory if he had not been busy reviewing what had happened.
Yes, Samuel knew that Arnold was gradually recovering and returning to his previous IQ bit by bit. He thought it was a slow and gradual process, so he patiently established contact with Arnold.
Try to treat him gently and sincerely, expect to get something in return, and for some reason condone some inappropriate behavior.
Those were enough to make Samuel shy, but he didn't expect that Arnold was actually sober.
Samuel was so angry that he calmed down.
After listening to Arnold's explanation - a true confession in a sense - Samuel felt a strange sense of comfort in his heart.
Something like: You are obsessed with me to this extent, then I think I can understand your logic for the bastard things you do.
Now that things have come to this, I might as well go to sleep, Samuel thought.
Tonight simply broke his threshold again, and he briefly hated this damn world and his terrible interpersonal relationships.
Why isn't he as lucky as that foreign model?
Samuel rubbed his temples with a headache, stood up and went to the bathroom. He wanted to look in the mirror again.
Sure enough, the black lines formed by the corpse qi returned, and he was still on the verge of death.
Samuel returned to the bed, grabbed the red-haired puppy who was still kneeling on the ground, pressed him down and kissed him without saying a word.
Ten seconds later, he let go of Arnold, who was confused and had no time to go further and perform well, and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror again.
Sure enough, the black line disappeared again.
It really is because of the exchange of body fluids...
After a kiss, the corpse qi is sucked away by the living dead?
It's not impossible, after all, Arnold is a real corpse.
Samuel tossed and turned for most of the night. It had only been less than ten days since he traveled through time, but his experience had already been more exciting than many people's entire lives.
Rest is the most important thing in the world. If you don’t get enough rest, you won’t be able to deal with the troubles the next day.
"Go to sleep. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow." Samuel said in a deep voice, "Go to sleep on the sofa."
"good."
Although he agreed, Arnold still lay on the edge of the bed and waited until Samuel fell asleep before sitting on the sofa.
He is the living dead, and the living dead do not need sleep at night.
So Arnold went back to his room and took out a book about alchemy. He decided to read it late into the night to improve his personal strength and competitiveness.
However, it was late at night and quiet with no one to disturb him, so he still didn't read much.
Arnold kept thinking about the kiss - of course he also saw the dark lines on Samuel's face suddenly disappear, he knew that it was because of heart problems.
He didn't tell Samuel about the heart.
Arnold lost himself in the rough kiss.
He likes me, right? He likes me too, right? Even if it's just an experiment, why would he kiss me if he doesn't like me?
He kissed me first, which means he likes me.
Samuel likes me too.
whee.
…
The next day, at eight o'clock, Samuel got up.
After washing up, his mind became much clearer. When he came out and saw Arnold looking at him eagerly, he felt very annoyed.
So he sent Arnold to spy on His Majesty the Son of God who came from the Central Church.
Arnold complied with all of Samuel's arrangements, but before leaving, he carved an alchemy array on Samuel's gold bracelet.
"What is this?" asked Samuel.
"A summoning circle," Arnold explained. "Now that I'm dead, I'm no longer considered a living person. I'm considered an object. The summoning circle can be used to retrieve objects. When you're in danger, just trigger it and I'll be by your side immediately."
"One-way or two-way? You can also come over on your own initiative?" Samuel discovered the blind spot.
Arnold paused, then had to confess, "Yes, of course the object can't take the initiative, but I have consciousness, so I can take the initiative to find you. Between us, this formation is two-way."
Finally, he added, "I can use this formation to help you transport those ten tons of gold."
Samuel was finally satisfied: "Okay."
For the sake of gold, just tolerate the puppy's little thoughts.
Arnold went out.
Samuel had no plans for today. He finished his breakfast leisurely and told the butler about the Central Church sending the Son of God.
"Whatever Mr. Herman is like, he'd better be dead," Samuel said. "You know what I mean? Somebody has to take responsibility for these things—all of them."
This was the first time that Samuel had spoken so clearly, and the butler also understood the situation. It seemed as if he had only truly gotten to know this great magician in recent times.
His intuition told him that Mr. Herman's relatives were no match for Samuel.
"I understand, sir," the butler replied, "I will fully cooperate with you."
Samuel nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
Now, he has completely settled this internal issue.
The only unstable factors left are those outside.
"Paine, give me the key to the Archon's office. I need to find some information," Samuel said. "Also, let me tell you something in advance—Arnold has also been resurrected."
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