Lost Seal

Finally, under Bonoit's soft and hard paving, Oscia reluctantly got into the car.

Fearing that he would go back on his word, Bonoit immediately locked it.

"Look for a restaurant." Oscia tapped the back of the driver's seat.

Bonoit glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Do I look like a taxi driver?"

Ossia said: "No, the professionalism is not that strong. We just hitch a ride."

Bonoit said: "Then I must be the most generous person ever. Not only did I send you to the Michelin three-star restaurant La Pergola for free, but I also booked two pool-view rooms at the Cavalieri Waldorf Astoria Hotel. all expenses."

Osia said: "I've heard of river view rooms, sea view rooms, and mountain view rooms, and this is the first time I've heard of pool view rooms."

Mession helped explain: "A room with a view of the swimming pool."

O'Sea was a little interested: "Wow, can you see the bikini feast?"

Messing said: "You can see a beautiful pool."

Ossia: "..."

Bonoit was a little proud of his arrangement: "You're welcome."

O'Sea said: "I think you are still a little far from the 'most generous person'."

Bonoit said: "Breakfast is included, and the seat fee by the swimming pool is included."

Ossia said: "Bag bag?"

Bonoit said: "What?"

Messing said: "My master wants to buy a bag."

Bonoit: "..."

What the hell is buying a bag? !

……

During the red light break, Bonoit sent a text message to his superior: Buying a bag for Osiah Gangelo, will the cost be reimbursed?

The night is cool and the scenery is picturesque.

Osia was sitting by the window, with a large LV logo bag in hand.

There were two staple foods on the table, and Bonoit held a knife and fork and tried his best to restrain his eyes from looking in the direction of the bag.There, a black cat was poking its head out, shining green light into the eye of the dinner plate.

Oscia inserted the scallops and brought them to the cat's mouth.

The cat bit into its mouth very quickly, swallowed it in two or three bites, and licked the fork with its tongue.

Oscia smiled, and used the same fork to pick up a piece of scallop and put it into his mouth.

Bonoit covered his eyes.

Ossia asked casually, "Isn't it delicious?"

Bonoit took a sip of the red wine, moistened his throat and said, "How does it taste?"

Oscia pressed the base of the red wine glass with her fingers, shook it lightly, and said with a smile, "I really hope the liquid inside flows out of your blood vessels."

Bonoit even lost his appetite for alcohol.

After the meal was over, they got into the car Messing had rented.

"Why don't you take my car?" Bonoit grabbed the seat belt, not knowing whether he should wear it to ensure safety, or not wear it to ensure the convenience of escape.

Messing said: "Because I don't want to ride in a car controlled by a mobile phone."

"what?"

"Isn't it? Maybe you keep looking down at your phone while driving, so I misunderstood." Messing paused and said, "I thought 'Need for Speed' had already developed to control real cars."

Bonoit: "..."

Messing asked, "Where are you going now?"

There is a bar street behind the solemn church. The Serie A game has just come to an end, and the street is a little deserted.

Bonoit pushed open the door of one of the bars. Sparse people were sitting in the bar. Hearing the sound, he turned his head for a look, and then turned back quickly.

Ossia held the LV bag in his hand, glanced at the bar indifferently, and muttered, "I smell the rotten smell of holy water."

Bonoit led him through the lobby to the backstage - a small room of about ten square meters, with the windows closed, a bit stuffy.

An old man was sitting there, writing something quietly. When he heard the movement, he raised his head slightly: "Come on, please sit down for a while, I will finish writing this report."

Ossia picked a chair and sat down, gently teasing the cat with her fingers. Bonoit shut himself and Mession out of the door, and the only sound left in the room was the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

"Remember me? Tarek Thompson." He put down his pen, stuffed the paper into the envelope, stood up on crutches, and turned on the electric fan by the wall.

The fan made a strange whistling noise.

Osia made a finger movement, and the fan turned its head, blowing directly on Tarek's head: "I remember your crutch."

Tarek brushed his messy hair, leaned over and turned off the fan: "Sorry, I forgot that your blood is cold. Would you like something to drink?"

Oscia gently stroked her lower lip with her fingers, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing half of her fangs: "You know what I like to drink."

Tarek produced two bottles: "Beer and holy water."

With a flick of Osia's finger, the two bottles fell down at the same time. Tarek reached out to catch the holy water, and the beer bottle suddenly jumped up and fell into Osia's hand a second before it touched the ground.

He opened the bottle cap and sniffed it: "Is it mixed with holy water?"

Tarek said: "I know I can't hide it from your nose."

Osia took a sip, then shook her head: "It's hard to drink."

Tarek looked at him with a complicated expression: "Is the holy water also invalid for you?"

Osia shook the bottle: "The Holy See plans to deal with the blood race? At the moment of catching the witch and declaring war on hell? It's a big deal, I'm looking forward to it."

Tarek said: "No. I just want to confirm whether the holy water is ineffective against the witch, or the holy water is ineffective."

Osia put the beer on the table: "The Holy See's holy water is still 30.00% holy spring, 70.00% distilled water?"

Tarek's eyeballs moved: "There is less than one percent in the beer, this is just an experiment... Do you really feel nothing?"

Ossia opened and closed her fingers: "I'm full of strength, very energetic. Can I take a few bottles with me when I leave?"

Tarek was skeptical.

"So," Osia tapped the handrail impatiently, "are you going to open a brewery or a nightclub? If it's the latter, I can introduce some clients to you. I think they should be very happy to accept the witch's offer." Serve."

Tarek said: "If I give the witch to you..."

"Don't even think about it." Oscia mercilessly rejected this hot potato.

Tarek said, "She's immune to holy water, we can't do anything with her."

The corner of Osia's mouth curled into a sneering angle: "So you want to tell me that the way the Holy See deals with women is to help her take a bath? That's not what you did during the holy war. Insert a silver-wrapped stake into the female vampire's chest, wrap the silver To lure them into eating them in candy...what else, let me think."

Tarek said, "But she's a witch."

Osia stood up and slammed the beer bottle on the table next to Tarek: "Then use the sword of light that infects the holy spring to penetrate her chest."

"It's not like this……"

"How about that? Kick the witch's ball to the vampire, triggering a war between the vampire and hell, so that the human fisherman can benefit?"

"No," Tarek looked at the beer bottle and hesitated. "We are allies now, right? I can trust you, right?"

Oscia was noncommittal: "The crisis of the blood race has been resolved, and the passage to the blood race world has been closed. If you want to frame me for killing old Benson, you can frame me. I have nothing to fear."

Tarek leaned on a cane in one hand and stood up with the table in the other. His precarious appearance was enough to make any person who respects the old and the young feel sympathetic.

However, Osia is not human.

He hooked his fingers impatiently at the black cat. The black cat flicked its tail lazily, ran to his lap, and let him hug it.

Seeing that Osia turned to leave, Tarek had no choice but to shorten his performance time: "Cough. When the witch entered the human world, the Central Holy See got the news."

Osiah narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Tarek said: "We can't blame us, we don't know what they are going to do. It's like when Barr first came to France, we just watched from a distance and didn't interfere."

Ossia said: "Later you will know."

Tarek said: "Yes, we have been waiting for you to contact us during that time - after all, this is a matter of hell and the vampire world, there is no sufficient reason, we have no right to interfere. However, you did not do that."

Ossia shrugged and said, "I will remember next time, go to church and pray when in danger."

"We didn't have enough reason to contact you until old Benson was killed and a pocket watch with a McAvey badge was found at the scene." Tarek said, "This is the human world. Compared with the witch who broke in by mistake, we are more I have trusted you who have been neighbors for many years. You should feel that after reaching a cooperation agreement with you, we will spare no effort to help you."

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about how you know my identity." Even Winston, who is a blood clan, did not know about him, but the Holy See knew it all.This had to make him feel vigilant.

Tarek said: "Because someone has seen you."

"us?"

"You and Ansbilis McCarvey."

"Is that person still alive?"

"He has passed away, but he left your portraits."

Ossia pondered: "When is the holy war?"

Tarek said: "I have told you everything I know, please allow me to sincerely invite you to cooperate with us again."

Ossia said: "What are you cooperating with? Dealing with the witch? Lilith went to the vampire world, and the crisis of the vampire is over. I really can't think of a reason to get myself into trouble again."

Tarek said, "Don't you want to know where we met the witch?"

"Do not want to."

"The Strait of Magellan. At that time, she was coming from the direction of the South Pole."

Oscia looked down at the cat, and smiled casually: "It seems that she is not afraid of being frozen into a popsicle."

Tarek said: "For the sake of providing you with so much information, at least tell me why the witch appeared in Antarctica."

Osia said: "If I were you, I would rather use a shovel to pry open her cherry mouth than waste time on me." After that, he walked towards the door.

Tarek ran out of patience: "Osia, you will regret giving up your cooperation with the Holy See."

The black cat meowed.

Oscia paused with his hand on the doorknob: "Give me some time to think about it."