It's sunny and it's in the South Side, so there's no hustle and bustle in the North End. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info everything is quiet and peaceful bathed in the sun.

A pale cyan shadow appeared at the end of the gravel road, and on the side of the upper stairs, the standing stone of the 'Green Sanatorium' stood there, and no one was provoked, but it was put on a tarpaulin and hooked into the wagon by the workers wearing the overalls of the falken logo.

The man in the overfit gestured, and the truck started.

Goodbye, quiet and peaceful.

After the boom, the main entrance of the nursing home on the steps opened, and men and women in nurses' uniforms poured out, maintaining a middle-aged man in formal clothes, Mr. Green, "Who are you?! Who gave you the right to do this!!"

The workers in the tooling looked at each other, waved their hands impatiently, and said, "Go and talk to our leader......"

"Tsk!"

We see these reasons just because of the pale cyan shadow, isn't it? He made a sound, but no one noticed. He began to move, the cyan phantom body going up, piercing through the bodies of the nurses who were running down, and Mr. Green, who glanced at him with an anxious face.

Probably muttering to himself, "Tsk! I guess my old job is gone." ”

Old job. Ah, this cyan figure is Sloane. The Soul Walker is back...... No, that's not even a return, the devil knows where his body is now.

Sloane looked up and looked at the figure behind a window on the third floor.

The figure behind the window raised an eyebrow, beckoned to the 'Sloane' below, and then turned to the room, well, Amilia, "Why didn't anyone tell me Barton had a soul walker?"

"What?" Emilia seemed to be wandering, sitting on the couch, holding a notebook in one hand to record the treatment and a remote control in the other, watching the news on TV—

The footage of the report was livestreamed, and the Barton History Exhibition was displayed at the carnival. The reporter just got a person wearing a volunteer hat out of nowhere, and did the following interview: "Mr. XX, it is said that 80% of the staff of this exhibition are people from the 'Life Transformation Project' in the shelter, including you, right?"

Somewhat nervously replied, "Yes, yes, thanks to Quin and the Smith Group for this opportunity, I hope that those of us can use this hard work to show the citizens of Barton that we are no longer the ...... who beg on the streets and are useless to the city."

It's a long paragraph, probably memorized, and I won't repeat it.

A distracted Emilia had a peaceful smile on her face, and that's why she started the asylum project, wasn't it?

I said. Mokawi stood in front of the TV and looked at Amilia, "Why didn't you tell me that Barton had a soul walker~"

Emilia pursed her lips, "What?"

Mokawi raised an eyebrow, "This, who." His gaze was focused on his side. She just beckoned someone to come up at the window, didn't she?

The corners of Amilia's eyes twitched, and she looked at the air around Mokave, "Uh, Mokave! It's one-on-one therapy time!Be serious!Don't call inexplicable things!" Emilia couldn't see.

"Okay, then I'll be serious. Mokawi turned around and went to turn off the TV.

"Wait a minute! I want to finish reading this ......" Emilia shut up consciously, Mokawi's point was clear, right? Emilia waved her hand, not wanting to care.

Mokawi smiled and walked around the TV, not bothering Emilia to care about the carnival news, but instead focused his gaze magically on the air, "What? Are you interested in this news too? Soul Walker." ”

Cyan Sloan, looking at the TV, "Where is this? Looks like Herman's factory." "Don't blame him for not confirming, the booth and the crowded flow of people don't look like the factory ruins at all. It's also a shame that Sloan can recognize it.

"That's right. The news for the past two days has been this, Paisi's Carnival, don't you know? Where do you live? Soul Walker?"

"I have a name! Impatiently introducing himself, he glanced at Mokawi, "So you are the ancestor of the Mokawi clan who was rumored to be in the middle of the country, and was abandoned in the Federation by the clansmen and the Secret Alliance?" ”

"Is there anyone still thinking about me in the middle?" said Mokawi, who was actually happy.

Uh, Sloane pursed his lips and didn't bother to answer, glancing at Amilia, "Isn't this the ghoul's girlfriend?" Why is she here. ”

"Do you know her?" Morkawi looked at Emilia, "Amilia, he knows you, but you don't know him~ I don't know if you're still the type who lacks social etiquette~"

Emilia gave a roll of her eyes, got up and left, probably going to another room to find a TV.

"You don't have to mess around, Patton doesn't know me. Sloan looked at Amilia's back as she left, "And she's well protected by ghouls, and she never asks about alien things." There is temptation in this, "You...... Uh, Grande's vampire. I can't think of anyone who can connect you, your ancestor, to her. Tsk, Zachary Grande. Tsk!"

The expression and tone were too obvious, and Mokawi leaned directly to the sofa, tilting his head sideways, with a smile on his face, "Do you hate him?

"I don't hate it enough to describe!" it was probably Sloane who didn't feel the need to hide, "where is he? I went to Grande, and he wasn't there......! Tsk!"

"You're going to Grande?" Mokawi seemed to hear something of interest, "What about Benjamin? He said he'd come over with me today~"

Sloan looked at Mokawi, the corners of his mouth twitching twice, probably trying to think of the reason why a vampire clan ancestor could be so excited to mention Alpha. "I don't know, I didn't get too close." Tsk, there's an atmosphere I don't like...... Uh, it's uncomfortable. ”

"Of course ~ Zach is dead ~ Grande is grieving ~"

There was silence inside for a while, causing a noise outside to appear here - the staff of the nursing home seemed to be preventing the workers from continuing to dismantle something......

"What did you say!!" gloomy.

"Zach is dead~" Mokawi said again kindly, "I was shot by 'Colt'~huh~" Mokawi seemed to have a playful heart, "Goodbye, eternal life~ Goodbye, the world in Toredo's eyes~"

The cyan figure began to distort and then vanished.

Now, we know that Sloan is really in place. The sparsely populated Betch train station, exit. Sloan stood at the corner of the street, his cheeks twitching for a long time, and he looked back at the Becky Station that he had just walked out, "Go back again?" hesitated. yes, Zach is all hanging, why are you going back to Barton, venting your emotions at the vampire's graveyard? Hmph, vampires can't have such a thing as a graveyard.

How did this abominable vampire ruin Lip's 'life', how did he ruin his own life, and drove them out of his own home...... Where is this anger now......

"Hey, buddy!" was tapped on the shoulder, and the guy who looked like he was in his thirties was carrying the backpack behind him, "You've been standing here for a while, are you okay?"

Sloan glanced at it, if you can really ignore it, but this guy can't do it, the last two days of the long train journey was spent with this guy. To tell the truth, this kind of fate, it's difficult, it's really difficult, watching the travelers come and go, leaving in different states and different cities, this guy has been sitting with Sloan to the easternmost terminal of the Federation.

"I'm fine, Russell. Sloan helped the man named Russell to put his salute on the parked taxi, his eyes a little avoiding the other party's gaze, "So, will you go directly to the South District now and find your friend?"

"Ha, not so soon, I'm going to surprise him~" He looked around, and there was already a guy with a small flyer waiting next to the taxi, "I'll probably go to this Becky's hotel." "I hope I don't be slaughtered as an out-of-tlander......"

Sloan glanced at the guy who was unusually enthusiastic about helping Russell bargain with the taxi driver, pulled the corners of his mouth, and turned his eyes away, "Don't worry, you won't be slaughtered, Becky...... "Well, we all know what Becky is most developed, right?" ”

The end note of the "oh~" turn is to understand the meaning conveyed by Sloane. It's not hard to imagine what kind of topics can men talk about on long journeys and solo travelers, "What about you? Go straight home?" With a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was testing something, "I remember you said that you live in the South District, right...... That ......"

Sloane certainly knows what the other person is trying, and that's the downside of a long journey in the same space for a long time, and sometimes it's hard to make sure that some of your information isn't exposed. For example, Sloan knew that this Russell had come to Barton South to find his friend, and Russell knew that Sloan's home was in the South End.

"I'm sorry! when I didn't say!" Russell smiled as he seemed a little self-conscious, "I just wanted to make it easier, you told me there were no hotels in the South End of Barton." It's me asking too much, don't take it personally. ”

"Nope. The corners of Sloane's eyes twitched suddenly, and he began to dig into the inner and lower pockets of his coat, "You look like a good person." The key he took out and handed it directly to Russell, and then walked to the guy who was still chatting with the taxi driver, glared directly, pushed it away, and reported the address to the taxi driver, "xxx", and then looked at Russell again, "I'll go back in a while, you go and live first, and help me clean up." ”

"Uh......" surprise came too suddenly?

"Don't think about it!" Sloane was already pushing Russell into the car, "I don't think I'll be able to get back to my old job, and there's not much chance of living on the South End." I know that there have been a lot of job opportunities in Barton recently, especially in the North District, I will probably stay in the North District for a while, you, you are in the South District, help me take care of the house, and surprise your friends!"

"Uh......" Sure enough, the surprise came too suddenly.

"Tsk. You can give me your ID if you want!" Sloane pouted. It's not that Sloan trusts a person who travels together, well, take it as well, well, don't care. Yes, it's Sloan who doesn't care about anything in Barton anymore.

So, why not make it a little easier for others. Although not everyone is the kind of Maitreya who practices with the perfection of his chances, everyone can do this once or twice once in a while.

"Uh...... Thank you?" Russell looked at the key in his hand, still a little confused, "You, won't you go back together?"

The reason for this question was that Sloan pushed Russell into the car, and he was still standing outside the car.

"No, I'm going to ......," the corners of his mouth twitched, "Friend, take a look over there, and ask what happened when I wasn't at Barton...... "Sloan has any other friends at Barton? "I'll get back to you. Finally, there was a lightening joke, "I remember my home phone number." "I knocked on the window to signal the driver to drive.

A pair of eyes, watching the taxi move away, a pair of eyes, began to shake out cyan phantom eyes on his face, looked in the direction of Pai Siying, the phantom stepped out of Sloane's body, and began to walk in that direction.

'Grande's vampire is dead, and what will the wizards who really contact Barton do with the alien sorcerers, at least, I'll tell Silella that Barton's former dream demon has been frozen in time forever. The real role of 'Colt'......

That's what Sloane thought when he was heading in the direction of Paising, Sloane in the right body, changed direction and went to Knoll, friend? No, No. Rippert. Mokawi said that Zach was killed by 'Colt,' right. Sloan would never have thought that Zach had killed himself while he was playing with his own gun. Grande has a second 'Colt', and Sloan knows all too well, doesn't he? That, the third 'Colt', the third 'Colt' that was brought back by No...... Need to be recycled!

The only thing that still makes sense at Barton!

At Barton, there's a lot to do for Sloane. Leave him alone. Let's go see something interesting.

The Kozil shop on Liszt Street is vertically up, and the apartments on the top floor are more luxurious than James's.

Zach was shaking his wine glass and looking at the green-eyed model, "Do you still want to die?" after I make up for this century, my experience, my ......" always felt a little weird when he said, "Do you still want to die after the journey?"

Wait a minute. This century is the century in which Zach fled and evaded the bounty of the Hidden Alliance. Uh, Zach didn't tell anyone, he actually told, uh, 'himself'.

Zagar was quiet for a moment, "I'm feeling a little irritable, you're making me a little irritable...... Hey, I'm a little irritable to myself. "You are me, I am you. Try to understand. "I can understand why you rejected my reasons for wanting to end my life, but, at the same time, my heart did not waver. I can understand you, but you can't understand me. Explaining the movement, he moved his wooden arm, which could only move in a fixed direction, "Look, your desire to survive is boring with me." ”

"Then if I get you out of this body. Do you really want to come back to life?" Zach continued to shake his glass, a little faster.

"Hehe, why mention it, Zach. You know what I know, what you think, I can think of it. You reject the other self and want to die, but you will reject the other self even more to really come alive. So, don't mention it, don't make our 'tangled' lives even more 'tangled'......"

"There's no best of both worlds?" Zach's glass stopped shaking.

"Nope. ”

"Okay. Zach lit his glass, squinting, as if to say something, "Challenge acceptance." ”

"Uh, no, this isn't breaking up the wizard-werewolf relationship, it's not secretly aiding the Black Witch, you can't take this as a challenge for Toredo to pass the eternal life......"

"Shhh Zach shook his glass again, stood by the window, and opened the curtain slightly. It was deserted, and everyone ran to the carnival.

"It's like I'm bored, I've been here for two days, I'm bored, I need to find something to do. ”