Creator's Steam Fairy

Da Gouzi disliked the red and white brains in his hands, and after washing his hands with river water for a long time, he found a brand new, golden pontoon bridge from the river water.

"I remembered that in a certain civilization in the Southern Continent, it is said that there is a god with a dog's head and a human body, who has the power to judge and protect the undead." Milton said to Loria in a trembling voice with a pale face: "In their In our culture, cats are close to gods...there is even a cat goddess."

Don't say that this veterinarian seems to have killed countless animals. Just here, on their territory... Those who have killed cats may not end well.

Loria nodded thoughtfully, and after thinking for a while, she said to Milton, "You should persuade your father to hold exhibitions and collect collections, just buy some fakes."

The real thing can kill people.

She touched the top of her head again when Milton nodded in agreement with her point of view and was about to walk across the pontoon bridge.

Fortunately, the ears did not grow.

As for the dead vet lady.

It's not that she hasn't seen dead people before, and she doesn't know how many people were turned into ashes by her in the wilderness.

Now that I think about it, what Tumei was afraid of was the veterinarian who had tortured and killed countless animals, right?

Oh, she is the priest of the Goddess of Life, so she can't break the rules because of her personal position.Then regret her lost life, which she has paid for with precious things... Loria dryly muttered a few prayers in her heart, then stared at Milton as he crossed the bridge.

I don't know if she was wrong, the golden pontoon seemed to fly a few inches into the air.

Can it still fly?

She watched Milton walking past leisurely and even saluted the big dog's head in the river, but he was treated with blank eyes.

I thought to myself that this kind Mr. Milton seemed to be a not-so-bright son.

Finally, it was her turn.

"I advise you to throw those things away and take them across the river, and the crime will be on your head."

The dog head in the river suddenly spoke.

"It's okay."

Loria knew that Gouzi was referring to the Tumei she was holding in her left hand and the Sunstone holding the soul of the black warrior in her right hand.

But who is behind her?

Miss Loria claims that she has followed the scriptures in words and deeds since she was a child (really?), and she has the ability to find the goddess.

She jumped onto the golden pontoon bridge and walked to the other side on her own.

The pontoon is unbiased, not moving an iota.

She also gave the yellow dog a supercilious look.

Then he was splashed with water.

The big dog spoke again: "I will send you some special products, the water of the Styx River, and I hope you will not dislike it...Puff."

Loria brushed away the wet hair on her forehead with the back of her hand, and the orchid flame rose up to dry herself quickly, and said viciously: "You wait."

I poured water on her three times!

Wait until she comes back one day to swell the dog's head.

Resisting the urge to throw Tumei on the dog's head, Miss Loria angrily took the long-eared guinea pig and left.

Anubis, who regained the appearance of a sharp-billed jackal, grinned at the illusory pink cat tail with blown fur in his eyes, nodded to a certain place in the mist, and dived into the River Styx again.

Recently, some people have come to this long-sleeping dead place inexplicably, breaking the silence of thousands of years.

Of these people, only two were able to leave alive.

Is the Underworld really a fun amusement park?

That's it.

……

When Luo Liya stepped on the other side and looked back, she saw only mist.

It turns out that this shore cannot see the other shore.

Then... Those who came first will naturally not be able to see the experience of those who came later.

Harper nodded at her, presumably he already knew what happened to a certain veterinarian, and when he was about to speak, everyone's eyes went dark.

Luo Liya kicked open the door of the cupboard, and jumped out with a gulu of the rabbit who was pretending to be dead.

Hello, lovely world.

Looking at the Isis River illuminated by the bright light outside the porthole, Loria was about to sigh a few words, but her ears were suddenly caught.

It wasn't the phantom hairy ears in the dream, but the pitiful little ears on both sides of the head that were howling with pain.

"Do you think you are very capable?"

Shasha grabbed Luria's little ear and walked out, ignoring the pity of Fenmao's 'painful pain' and 'it's gone, it's going to fall', and said: "I think I have indulged you too much recently, and the result is getting worse. It's getting more and more outrageous!"

She babbled all the way, seeing the wrinkled little face with pink hair, but after all, she didn't use too much force.

Chapter 111 The End of a Beautiful Weekend

It's no big deal to get your ears ripped off by a runt.

A reprimand under Miss Dorothy's smiling eyes was no big deal.

Loria covered her reddened ears and hid behind Dorothy, who helped her deal with the police's questioning - except for the veterinarian who came alone, all the missing passengers were found.

Almost all of them appeared in their own rooms, staring at the cabinet in a daze.

No one could explain where he went or what happened.

Everyone's answer is similar - open a drawer or a cabinet, and then lose the memory from yesterday evening to now.

Luo Liya was a little puzzled, she clearly remembered everything, even the big yellow dog that splashed her with river water.

Did he pretend to have amnesia on purpose because he didn't want to get into trouble?

It seems that the disappearance of the veterinarian on the Oasis cruise ship is destined to become an unsolved case.

But whether it was Harper or others, it seemed that everything had really been forgotten.

Except for Milton who kept winking at her.

what happened?Did he not forget?

That's great, her new chocolate is guaranteed.

But why it seems that only he and himself still remember what happened before... Thinking of that dog throwing river water at them...

Could it be the effect of the Styx water?

Loria had a little question, but no one came to answer her.

On the contrary, Sasha, who frowned and stared at her all the way, personally sent her back to No. 23 Park Road. After watching her return home, she turned away with a terrible low pressure.

Luo Liya didn't know where to offend the little dwarf, the president would grow up, didn't she just trick her into eating some unpalatable food.

I didn't expect the reaction to be so strong and fierce.

Well, next time...

Tease her next time.

As soon as she entered the house, Luria didn't see Abigail - she originally planned to go on a three-day, two-night cruise, but when she remembered that she had told Abigail in a letter that she would not be back until tomorrow evening, she decided to I gave up my plan to go to the maid.

Sleepy and tired, Luria found a bun from the kitchen and stuffed it into her belly. After taking a bath, she slipped into the soft and fluffy quilt.

Before he could adjust to the most comfortable position, he fell asleep with his head tilted.

In the dream, she turned into a cat, a cat with the head of a cat, the body of a cat and the tail of a cat. She loves to eat salmon and sleep well.

She beat all the streets and alleys of Longdinion, and the most vicious stray cats and dogs also surrendered to her fists.

Not to mention those weak rodents hiding in the dark.

The noise made by the chair being dragged woke up Luria's slumber. For a while, she didn't know whether she was a human or a cat. After a while, she got up from the bed.

It was the time when the sky was getting dark.

Loria followed the light downstairs.

"Miss, didn't you go out to play?" Abigail was obviously taken aback by Luria who came out behind her. She patted her chest and said, "Have you eaten yet? There is still a lot of dry food in the kitchen. Just cook."

"Farewell, farewell, Abby."

Thinking of the special food prepared for the wilderness, Luria, who vomited a long time ago, quickly blocked the maid's way, pointed to the maid's dress on her and said, "You change into casual clothes, let's go shopping."

Then find a restaurant that looks pleasing to the eye and have a good meal.

In public, Abby can't drag her away to save money, right?

Recently, she has been muttering about the high prices in Longtinian, especially the food. The meat here is [-] to [-]% more expensive than in Zambia. You can only buy beef tenderloin for the money you buy lamb; and fresh fruits and vegetables are simply expensive. The sky-high price is almost three to four times more expensive than Zambia.

The price of eating out is almost several times that of Zambia - especially where they live, the surrounding restaurants are not cheap.As for the cheap restaurants like Jambia, there are not no such restaurants, but they are all located in the east and south of this huge city, and they can only be found near the large shipyard.

And because of the expensive prices in Lontinion, even though the cheap restaurants charge similar fees, the materials they use are far inferior to those of their counterparts in Zambia.

The remaining 5000 pounds of Luria's net worth can be considered rich in Zambia, but in Londinium and Westminster, they can only be considered a small surplus.

She has no property income, and she knows nothing about stocks and investments mentioned in the newspaper.Although the salary is not low, compared with the locals, it is always without foundation.

Abigail also used to gossip about the neighbors around her in her spare time. For example, the landlady of No. 31-33 lives in No. 17. This is an old woman who is alone. She has no job and never buys stocks, but her The property can bring her about 18 guineas of rental income per week.

After Luria became a regular, her weekly salary was 2 pounds and 2 shillings.

Luckily, Loria doesn't have to pay for another of Londinium's famously expensive necessities - the rent.

Fortunately, for many years, rent, like wages, will always rise with rising prices.

It's just that those who hide a lot of money at home, their wealth has been greatly reduced over the years.

Loria is not as pessimistic as Abigail, she is still so young, and besides, there is an extra seniority allowance of 5 pounds per year.

Heh, after she has worked in the Natural History Society for 1 years...

I really want to see Sasha's heartbroken expression when she pays her an annual salary of 1 pounds [-] years later.

Miss Loria, who hadn't experienced the great inflation, was dreaming unrealistic dreams happily, but when Abigail changed her clothes and they were about to go out, someone rang a bell outside the front yard.

"Hello, is anyone home? Westwood Candy Company is here to deliver."

Abigail opened the door to welcome him out.

In order not to appear too greedy, Luria, who resisted not rushing forward, hid behind the door and poked her head to peek - someone jumped off the freight carriage and carried several wooden boxes from the carriage. .

Maybe it was because Abigail didn't seem to be able to move so many heavy objects, so the delivery person moved them into the room.

Luria quickly hid behind the door, and jumped on the person as soon as they left.

The instant magic 'crushed' the wooden box precisely, revealing the bottles and jars inside, including cocoa powder for brewing, and beautiful carved glass bottles, which contained exquisite cube-shaped candies wrapped in printed tin foil.

Miss Loria pushed one away, only had time to confirm that it was lighter in color than the chocolates she used to eat, and hurriedly stuffed it into her mouth.

The palate is smoother, with less exotic bitterness and a hint of milk.

The sweetness has been reduced, but it is no longer the abrupt sweetness of sucrose, but it is perfectly integrated with the aroma of chocolate.

From now on, she is a loyal customer of Westwood Candy Company.

or……

To buy some of their stock?

Loria firmly believed that, sooner or later, the candy company would rule the world.

Chapter 112 Autumn

Leaving home, walking along the park road towards the Isis River, within a quarter of an hour, Loria was attracted by a small restaurant.

Without it, the messy mosaic decoration on the wall would be too dazzling.

Ionesco restaurant?

This was the first time Loria had seen this spelling.

She looked at the signboard for a moment, and Abigail explained: "It's the spelling habit of several principalities in the east of the mainland, the three principalities of Transylvania, Moldova, and Wallachia."

"You know this as well?"