The car is moving;

Karen was about to take some time to sleep for a while. As soon as she leaned her head against the car window, Alfred, who was driving, freed up one hand and handed it over with a pillow:

"Master, use this."

"Where did you find it?"

"I bought it myself after sending the young master to Apple Street."

Karen pressed the pillow against the car window, leaned in, and closed her eyes:

“Very comfortable.”

Alfred smiled and continued to concentrate on driving.

Little John originally thought that after he said the word "pig pen", it would arouse Karen's interest. Anyone who has ever flattered others knows that sometimes the person he flatters can make him happy if he can say a few more words to him.

It feels like a gift.

But Karen's dull reaction made Little John feel a little sad.

Pavarro stretched out his hand, reached across the seat, and landed on Little John's head.

Little John felt a chill in his head and shuddered subconsciously. He felt that this gentleman seemed like a dead man.

"Actually, it has a soul."

Little John asked with some confusion: "You are talking about it, who are you referring to?"

"The one you just mentioned."

"Pig pen?"

"It's taking revenge."

"this……"

"You are the target of its revenge."

"I?"

"You may think it's fun to have these special abilities now, but in the future when your pollution worsens and you lose control, you will regret being born to your parents."

Pavaro withdrew his hand from Little John's head, but Little John shuddered again.

"Then... what should I do?"

Alfred spoke:

"You should learn to believe!"

"Faith...which religion should I follow?"

“Go to the true First Church!”

"Specifically...who is it?"

"Do you think you can believe it if you want to? This church has strict review requirements for every believer!"

Nowadays, the only believer in this church is myself, half a cat and half a dog.

"Oh, okay." Little John didn't know how to answer the question.

a short period of silence;

"Mr. Alfred, can you play a song?" Pavaro asked.

"Of course, which one do you want to listen to?"

"Anything is fine. I used to think that listening to music was a waste of time, but now I feel that waste is a kind of beauty, a very luxurious beauty."

Alfred turned on the car radio, and soon the melody and song flowed out. It was the song "Write a Letter to My Past Self" that Karen had heard before.

Pavarro shrank his neck towards the collar of his coat and relaxed his body as much as possible. Of course, this was just because he felt relaxed, and his body muscles were already stiff.

Karen closed her eyes and said, "Are you feeling it?"

Pavarro smiled and said: "Everything I watch or listen to now can trigger feelings."

Little John interjected: "So sensitive."

Then,

Karen continued to sleep with her eyes closed, and Pavaro continued to listen to the song.

Little John's eyes widened, and he sat back upright again, rubbing the toes of his shoes awkwardly underneath.

Because of Alfred, the car radio became a CD player, and this song has been playing on a loop.

Karen also really fell asleep. He had been too busy these days and had no proper sleep time.

I don’t know how long I slept before Karen was woken up by Alfred’s voice:

"Master, Master."

Karen opened her eyes, put down the pillow, stretched out her hand to pinch her neck and asked:

"arrive?"

"Master, we're almost there; um, does that truck in front of you look familiar?"

Karen turned sideways and looked out the front window of the car.

"It looks familiar, the advertising paper on the carriage."

"Yes, Master, the last time you were driving, there was a traffic accident in front of us on our way home. A car and a truck collided."

"Is it a company car?"

"One of the car's taillights was broken, and we haven't had time to repair it yet. I remember, it was just a car."

"What a coincidence." Karen paused, "The same song was played."

"Master, if we go further, we will reach the Misu Sausage Factory. This car is heading in the same direction as we are now."

Karen nodded.

The sausage factory arrived. The gate was on the downhill side of the road. The factory door opened and a truck drove in. At the same time, another truck drove out. Even at this hour, the factory still seemed very busy.

"I really didn't expect that we would come directly to the door like this." Pavaro sighed.

Karen smiled and said: "This is the way my grandpa taught me."

Alfred drove directly past the gate without stopping. After driving a short distance ahead, he turned the car under the road and parked in an alley.

"squeak……"

A slightly harsh voice came;

"Hiss..." Alfred took a breath and said distressedly: "Oh no, the car was scratched."

Little John immediately comforted him: "Isn't it just a car?"

Alfred ignored him and hurriedly opened the car door and went out to check the scratches.

"..." Little John.

He didn't know what was going on tonight. He kept trying to blend in and please, but he said the wrong thing again and again.

Karen helped Mr. Pavarro out of the car, Alfred said with some distress:

"I didn't expect that there was a telephone pole in the alley. It needs to be repainted."

Karen comforted: "It's okay, the car is a means of transportation."

Pu'er, who had been sleeping together before, was also riding on Kevin's back.

"Woof!"

"We have checked here before, but we couldn't find anything abnormal. It seems that there should be a simple shielding formation here."

"I'll check it out."

Alfred took out a small bag, shook out some white powder from it and sprinkled it on the ground, and then took out a few black things like charcoal and placed them on the powder.

These are all formation materials. When Karen left Allen Manor, Alfred, who had been practicing formations at the manor, brought out some backup materials.

"Are there enough materials?" Karen asked.

Alfred shook his head and said: "Master, next we need to find a way to earn some coupons."

"Silly Dog and I also need some specific materials."

Pavaro said: "After you receive my salary, you can buy it through the channels of the Cult of Kosmos. You can give the coupons to the messenger who comes three times a month. He will help go to the district to buy and then bring it with you.

return."

Pu'er: "Your monthly salary is not enough to buy blood spirit powder, how can it be enough for us?"

After saying that, Pu'er knew that he had said the wrong thing and immediately said:

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

Pavarro said: "Sometimes, I also doubt myself whether I made the wrong choice."
To be continued...