Chapter 065 A Slap
Perhaps because his spirit had been well soothed, Garcia slept soundly that night.
When I woke up again, I heard from Jophiel that it was almost noon.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" the blond boy squinted his eyes and yawned, his toes scrabbling across the floor, trying to find his shoes. "I'll have to deal with Samuel later, and if I sleep too long, my mind won't be clear..."
He blamed Jophiel for not waking him up earlier, causing him to sleep for a long time and get upset.
It’s as if, if you really get up early, your brain will become a little smarter.
"It's been resolved," said Jophiel.
"What?" Garcia was still not fully awake.
"The matter of the living dead has been resolved," the silver-haired man patiently explained. "Last night, I appeared in the cemetery in the form of a wheel eyeball. I wanted to use the surveillance cameras to see the source of power for the living dead..."
"Surveillance? What surveillance?" Garcia couldn't help but interrupt.
The modern words that came out of Yophiel's mouth made Garcia feel very confused.
"This is it." Jophiel opened his palm and a small eyeball with wings slowly appeared on it. "This is the one that always follows you."
As he spoke, his little eyes quickly flew in front of Garcia and got close to him.
"Wow! It's my little pet's double eyelids!" Garcia exclaimed in surprise.
But after thinking about it, he asked the silver-haired man cautiously, "What do you mean it's a monitor? Can you see the image signal it transmits?"
"Yes." Jophiel answered truthfully.
"Can you?" Garcia's voice rose eight degrees. "Before, when I slept naked, and when I showered... you could see everything with it? Jophiel, you're really rude!"
The blond boy put his hands on his hips with a snort, wanting to have a good talk with the archangel whose noble filter suddenly shattered to the ground.
On the side, the little boy with the eyes didn't know that he had caused such a big trouble and still wanted to continue to stick with Garcia.
Garcia, who was suddenly angry like a little rooster, crowing with his neck raised, was pinched in his hand and stuffed under his butt in anger.
Yophiel: “…”
Garcia said angrily: "Tell me! Why are you spying on me?"
"They don't monitor all the time, but only observe occasionally," Yophiel replied. "Their function is to observe all living things. Garcia, you are the most unique and beautiful of all living things."
Now it was Garcia's turn to be speechless.
It was the same yesterday. Jophiel hit the ball straight and I was unable to defend myself.
But some things still need to be made clear.
The blond boy cleared his throat and said seriously, "Jophiel, I understand your feelings, but I haven't thought it through yet, so please don't go too far."
"What is excessive?" asked Jophiel.
Garcia thought for a moment and carefully outlined the boundaries: "You can't kiss me or hug me without my permission—I'm still young, I'm not even an adult!"
"Next time I'll ask ahead of time," Jophiel promised, "but you're already an adult."
"No." Garcia looked in the mirror every day, so how could he not tell the age of this body?
"You're an adult now," the silver-haired man said confidently. "I molded this body myself. The parameters are the same as yours. I added a lot of holy water during the making process, so it's very pure and suits your pink soul very well."
Garcia was silent again.
He thought to himself, you mutant birdman, I worked so hard to hide my identity, but you already knew it.
"What does pink soul mean?"
"When I first saw you, you were a light red from head to toe."
“…”
Garcia remembered that he was in a car accident and was hit by a seafood truck.
Not only was his body torn to pieces, but the fish water that spilled out of the truck bed also poured over his body, diluting the bloodstains.
"You call that pink?" Garcia asked expressionlessly.
"Light red, water red. But I think pink suits you very well." Jophiel looked quite serious.
Garcia almost gasped.
He couldn't believe that when he was testing it, he dyed the whole pool of holy water pink, and secretly felt that it was very romantic.
Now it seems really stupid.
"What's the difference between me and someone having their period..." the blond boy muttered to himself.
"Hmm?" Jophiel felt that something was amiss with Garcia, as if he was a little weaker. Remembering that he had once said he was fragile, he hurriedly asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Jophiel, I must solemnly inform you now... I'm going to!" Garcia's face suddenly changed drastically, "Double eyelids, what are you doing!"
The little eyeball that he had just sat on began to tremble violently, perhaps due to lack of oxygen or some other reason.
The little wings fluttered desperately.
Garcia's expression was distorted by its sudden movement, and he quickly turned over to let the little thing out.
The little eyeball, who had regained his freedom, wanted to get close to Garcia, but was slapped away by Garcia with a sullen face.
"Stay away from me!" he roared.
"hiss--"
At the same time, the handsome archangel also turned his face slightly and let out a small cry of pain from his throat.
This made Garcia think of something in an instant.
As a result, he became more and more angry and embarrassed.
"Stay away from me too!" Garcia collapsed and yelled.
…
Half an hour later, Garcia, having digested her anger, went downstairs with her taciturn husband.
At the stairs on the first floor, he was taken to the restaurant by the butler who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time.
Sure enough, Samuel was already sitting there.
"Your Majesty, please take a seat." Samuel, dressed in a long robe and a religious hat, stood up and elegantly and respectfully invited the two to take a seat.
Garcia nodded and sat at the other end of the long table with Jophiel.
This long table is not too long, with only six seats, which is just enough for the host and guests to talk and dine at a relatively comfortable social distance.
After the two of them sat down, the small door on Samuel's side opened, and servants brought up a series of exquisitely presented Western cold dishes on carts.
When they left the restaurant again and there were only three of them left in the space, Samuel took off his hat and gloves, revealing his face.
The skin is still covered with black lines.
Garcia suddenly asked, "These black lines are back again? I thought you didn't need me to treat you anymore."
These words successfully shattered the gentle and elegant mask on Samuel's face.
He sighed and said, "Sure enough, I still can't hide it from you."
Garcia had just been tricked by Little Eyeball in the morning and was still holding his breath. He had no energy to be cautious with Samuel who seemed to be organizing some kind of Hongmen Banquet.
Just hit a straight shot.
But he thought it was a straight ball, but in Samuel's eyes, it was like a combination of open cards and spring in Landlord, which directly confused Samuel.
Seeing that the little saint who had a formal smile yesterday was pouting unhappily today, Samuel was really afraid that he would make him angry and be targeted by the mysterious local organization, the Holy See.
I had to show some appreciation.
"Now that you know that," he said, "I think I must show my sincerity."
"What sincerity?" Garcia poked the tuna's eye on the plate with his fork. This reminded him of the mischievous little eyeball, making him even more annoyed. His voice became muffled. "I'm here to do business. I won't accept bribes."
"Ten tons of gold." The man's voice was melodious.
Garcia's fork slammed into the plate.
The blond boy's eyes widened and he asked in a lost voice, "What did you say?"
"Ten tons of gold," Samuel repeated.
"I heard you... I mean, Samuel, I don't understand what you mean." Garcia said carefully, "Do you want me or the Vatican to do anything for you? Regarding these ten tons of gold?"
Hearing this, Samuel breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that his sincerity had paid off.
She slowly explained, "These ten tons of gold are the wealth accumulated by successive consuls. They are considered personal property and are not included in the empire's tax revenue. As the wife of the deceased current consul, I believe I can handle this inheritance."
"I want to pay these ten tons of gold to the Holy See free of charge. I only hope that the Holy See will stop investigating the matter of the living dead. I promise that all the living dead, except Arnold, will find eternal rest."
"Please don't take away the nugget of gold from Arnold, which is of the same origin as the Vatican. Please."
It was at this time that Garcia truly noticed that Samuel's intellectual and sexy charm could not be shaken even by the black lines running through the blood vessels in his skin.
This extremely charming man/wife and widow is surrendering to the Church for his living dead stepson:
"You have a husband too. I think you understand how I feel, right?"
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"What does he mean? He means that he thinks I've been having an affair and getting married secretly without telling the Vatican, so he thinks I'm in the same situation as him and that I can understand what's going on between him and his stepson. Is that what he means?"
Garcia looked quite frantic.
He even pulled his beautiful long golden hair into a bird's nest.
Probably because the clergy of the Vatican had announced things along the streets in the morning, many shops were opening for business one after another at this moment.
There were more and more people on the street, and everyone took off their cloaks for concealment.
Now it seems that the Golden Town is really as described in the travel notes, extremely luxurious and prosperous.
Garcia and Jophiel were on their way out of the city - they planned to go to the Vatican first, say hello to the bishop of the gold town they had not seen for a long time, and negotiate with him about the transportation of the ten tons of gold.
Then he left the city and took advantage of the night to return to the Vatican on a wheeled carriage.
Garcia was complaining crazily along the way.
The silver-haired man next to him just listened silently.
Jophiel tried to tell Garcia that he and Samuel were actually talking at cross purposes at the mansion just now.
Because last night, it was actually me who went to solve this matter, and Samuel probably misunderstood something.
But Garcia's current crazy look made him, the omnipotent archangel who had never known fear, inexplicably feel a tension that was almost fear rising from his human body.
People usually call it the desire to survive.
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