[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Of course, they will not be reduced to black boxing and protection fees. Even if Crowley does seem to be a fish in water in the North District, even if this career is really not difficult for Lindell, the problem is that Aziraphale in this family has one veto.

"And they brought a lot of gold coins when they came from England, so they shouldn't be short of money in the near future."

Nearly 20 years.

Steve was a little relieved, but new questions kept popping up: "Speaking of which, why did they come to the United States from England? And live in this neighborhood..."

The law and order in North Brooklyn has been criticized. If there is no shortage of money, there should be more and better places to go.

The content that needs to be explained is very complicated, Lindell thought, and it is not clear at all with the shallow life experience of the underage goblin.

Their relationship begins with a contract.

That day, he fell asleep under the tree due to lack of magic power, until he was violently shaken awake by a demon wearing big sunglasses. The other party promised to provide the minimum level of magic power supply and protection, on the condition that he play a family like a human being Role.

Specifically, the adopted son of these two men.

"Of course, if you can grow a wrinkled face with a gray beard, you can also try to play someone's old father, but to be honest, I personally don't like this option very much."

Crowley shrugged: "And it's quite a test of acting skills."

Britain is a country with a long history of mystery. Goblins, angels and demons are not uncommon here, but most of the mysterious creatures keep a vigilant distance from humans, and it is rare for this type to actively blend in.

The vines and grasses were moved violently by the goblin boy, but they were pinched by Crowley lightly in the palm of his hand.

"You see, your magic power is so depleted that it is very difficult to maintain your shape. If you leave it alone, it will disappear in a short time."

Crowley squatted down in the shade, grabbed the cane with one hand, and poked the other directly on the forehead with the other hand: "Don't talk about me, you can't even kill humans like this."

"..."

The goblin didn't answer, but stared at her golden eyes with vigilance.

"Crowley."

The angel standing nearby frowned and reminded: "Don't scare him like that..."

"Okay, okay, a feather is a deposit, and if you agree, it will be yours."

Crowley drew a black feather from the sleeve of the benevolent sleeve: "We need a creature with magical powers to cover, because in fact... the two of us are being tracked by a large group of angels and demons, and the breath of the goblin can Effectively covering our tracks is a win-win, sir."

He took off his sunglasses, revealing snake eyes that looked a little close to the other party.

"And we can sign an oath, and after you transform, we will end the cooperative relationship and go our separate ways, and there will never be any more ties to each other—just like human children will have their own lives after they grow up."

Demons are best at deceiving people, and this is equally effective for any creature: "I don't know why a goblin like you didn't stay in Avalon, but the two of us are experts at living in the human world."

The goblin with the nictitating membrane in his eyelids looked at the demon in front of him, and then turned to look at the angel standing not far away—even if he lacked common sense, he should know that angels and demons should belong to two sworn ties. They are a group of people, but in fact, the atmosphere between them is harmonious and tacit, and there is absolutely no hostile intention.

"We plan to go to the United States by boat later. If we can accept this contract, let's come together."

Angels and demons spread their huge wings, and golden magic power flows among them.

After a little thought, the goblin also extended his right hand with sharp nails to them.

"They suffered some persecution in the UK, and everyone disagreed with the two of them being together."

Lindell picked up the key points that Steve could understand and said: "So we came to the United States together. I was adopted before leaving."

Steve nodded knowingly: "Extreme religious?"

Which might explain why they're all so resistant to going to church...

"Is that so?"

Lindell is also a little distressed about how to position them. Angels and demons believe in God and Lucifer respectively. In theory, they should also be called "extreme religious people"?

This kind of topic was too complicated for them, and soon the two began to discuss the wedding two days later.It is said that although Crowley and Aziraphale did not plan to attend in person, they helped provide the decorative flowers needed for the wedding. I don't know what method they used. The leaves and petals of these plants are so crisp that the local The flower shop owner was shocked.

"I didn't expect Mr. Crawley to be so good at gardening."

Steve sighed with a face of "unrecognizable appearance": "Didn't some students want to learn the skills of planting spider plants from him before, but they were rejected... Does he have any special secrets?"

"This is not something humans of your age can learn."

Lindell refused with a stern face. Considering that flowers are the reproductive organs of plants, Lindell felt that Crowley's recent swear words should be too complicated for minors to hear.

"What strange things did you say, aren't you also at this age..."

"In short, it's not what you can listen to now."

"Does Lindell plan to inherit Mr. Crowley's planting skills in the future?"

"No, it's fine."

The two chatted one after another and walked out of the alley.

Not surprisingly, when I got home, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Crowley urging pots of roses stacked together with his back facing him: "You guys stand up!!"

Immediately afterwards, he threatened: "Anyone who behaves badly will be cut off and made into a bride's bouquet! This way, death is not far away! Then they will be burned in the fire of hell for seven days and seven nights..."

Lindell: "...I'm back."

The next series of threatening sounds were choked in his throat and stopped abruptly. Crowley turned his head: "How about the few people who asked you to clean up before?"

"They're all still alive."

Lindell said succinctly: "When I saw them, I happened to see them blocking the road."

"Then?"

"It was my classmate who was robbed."

Crowley was wearing sunglasses, so it was difficult to see his expression clearly through the lenses, but the other party stopped and glanced up and down for a long time: "If you want to avoid this kind of situation in the future, you should start earlier next time. , resolved more quickly.”

The goblin boy was taken aback: "Why do you think I want to avoid this situation?"

"When you grow up, you will know that children are trouble."

Crowley turned around and shrugged: "The reason is very simple. Think about why you deliberately told me about this matter—according to your usual thinking, a few humans are not worth mentioning, aren't they?"

That simple reason in Crowley's mouth made him think about it until the wedding day, but he still had no conclusion.

And "growing up" at the fairy level seems to be something that happened too long ago.

As the wedding approached, a pickup truck took away a carload of threatened potted plants.Lindell sat on the rear compartment and huddled with the roses, comforting them in a low voice, and they would be released after the day passed.

This is also his first time attending a human wedding.

According to the content of the agreement, it is not easy to pretend to be a human being. He has to put away his sharp nails, and the golden pupils and haw on his eyes will be covered by Aziraphale's magic power. The human cubs, accepting the meaningless care and caress of the neighbors and not resisting as much as possible, calling a human being a teacher with superficial respect... and all the troublesome things that are worthless.

The truck wobbled and stopped near the church.

"Did you move so much by yourself?"

The driver poked his head out of the cab and looked at Lindell's figure: "It's a little hard..."

"It's okay, we moved together!"

James ran at the front, climbed into the truck and began to move the flower pots, Steve followed behind, smiling gently at Lindell.

...and it's not all trouble.