Puerh looked at Karun hanging up the phone and said, "It's really interesting that you are monitoring yourself as a spy."

"This is a kind of peace of mind. Let's call it self-reflection."

"Hmm, it sounds like a very high level of enlightenment."

"Scroll, will it be finished in three days?"

"Yes, that's right. If it weren't for me and the stupid dog needing to rest and sleep while making it, we could finish it in three minutes with all the materials ready. We imprinted our spirits inside, so it will be much easier for you to learn. I think with your intelligence, you'll be able to learn it soon after making it, just like Dis did back then."

Puerh now completely regarded Karun as the old Dis, and had already corrected their previous measuring and predicting standards. However, it also knew that Karun did not want to follow in Dis's footsteps, so it would be difficult in the overall direction, but the details would still be astonishingly fast.

"You've worked hard. When the scroll is finished, I'll take you to the funeral home. Oh, I plan to renovate the funeral home and do some remodeling. I'll let Alfred do the design, and you can tell him your needs."

"Just build a doghouse in the yard. Anyway, I'll sleep in the master bedroom with you."

"Woof!!!"

The next day, Alfred officially followed Karun into the Pavarotti Funeral Home. Pike and Dingkong treated Alfred as Karun's subordinate, and Alfred didn't hesitate to use them as his assistants to set up the mourning hall together.

The two of them had originally thought that they could manipulate the new guy at will, but they didn't expect that the reality was that their status in the funeral home was -2.

But their work enthusiasm did increase a lot, and they were no longer as listless and idle as before. After all, they now had something to look forward to.

Although Mr. Pavarotti was indeed an excellent and competent judge, he wouldn't be considered a good boss if his subordinates had a different mindset than his own.

It took a whole day to set up the mourning hall. White was the main color, and many elements of "bloodsuckers" and "love" from literary works were added to the details, romantic and warm but solemn.

Karun just came out for a walk at night and there was nothing unsatisfactory. In terms of "taste," Alfred was definitely trustworthy, a man who was almost crowned with the surname "sao."

Karun had been reading notes in the study all day and finally finished reading Mr. Pavarotti's work notes. Of course, it was impossible to become a mature and experienced judge all at once after reading the notes, but at least he understood the process and logic.

In addition, he brought a few of Mr. Hoffen's notes and focused on reading the records about bloodthirsty demons. Mr. Hoffen's notes were mainly for major churches, and the information on demons and family beliefs was only mentioned in passing when introducing the churches. Therefore, searching for information was somewhat complicated. Of course, it could also be said that in Mr. Hoffen's perspective, family beliefs and demons were not worthy of being singled out.

There was an interesting record in it. The Original Principle Church had once studied a highly-ranked bloodthirsty demon, but it didn't specify which family it was from.The description of "high level" is rarely seen in Mr. Hofmann's notes, as he prefers to use pure words to record rather than adding "probably" adjectives.

This can only indicate that the bloodthirsty demon used by the researchers of the Principle Church for slicing research must have reached a certain high level.

Mr. Hofmann copied a research record and found that the higher the bloodline level of the bloodthirsty demon, the more likely they are to get lost.

"Lost" does not mean "polluted."

Pollution is the passive acceptance of external influences, while lost refers to some kind of cognitive disorder within oneself.

The beliefs of the church and family systems will also experience "loss". For example, Mr. Mack directly blew up his own legs in order to follow and imitate his ancestors, which is also a manifestation of loss.

Mr. Hofmann recorded that there is a lot of consciousness remaining in the direct lineage of the high-level bloodthirsty demon family, which makes it easier for them to have the opportunity to communicate with the ancestors. Excellent clan members can continuously advance in this "communication" like a "divine revelation", while mediocre ones are destined to lose their self-consciousness at some stage of life due to the continuous whispering of the ancestors in their hearts.

However, they have also developed some potions that can suppress this bloodline "whispering".

Therefore, is Elysa, who is about to hold a funeral here, unable to suppress the "voice" of the ancestor in her bloodline because she left the family and lost the supply of the potion, ultimately inevitably falling into loss?

After understanding the cause and effect, when passing by the locked workshop, Karun couldn't help but stop and have some respect for the bloodthirsty demon lady lying inside.

Knowing that she would most likely fall into loss without the potion, she still fled the family for love;

When sensing that she was about to fall into loss, she chose to commit suicide early for fear of harming ordinary people.

Karun couldn't help but try to think from her perspective, what choice would he make if he encountered a similar situation?

Thinking and thinking, Karun shook his head;

It's impossible to change positions because he has always avoided falling into such a situation.

The advantage of being both a boss and an employee is that he can go off work on time;

Tonight, Ding Kom is responsible for snoring while on duty;

When he went out, he didn't encounter the blue car from last night.

Back home, Karun looked at the phone.

"Young master, do you need to make a report?"

Thoughtful Alfred had already squatted down, pinching the phone line with his hands, and his eyes were about to turn red.

Karun hesitated.

In theory, he shouldn't report so frequently because the other party just regarded him as a plastic informant arranged casually;

Unless he wants to create an image of himself as a very bouncy lackey, eager to become a member of the Order Whip team.

But Karun doesn't like this image. If there is a choice, everyone likes to be aloof.

But...

Karun still dialed the number, and there was nothing to report today.

"Hello, how are you?" A woman's voice.

"I'm Karun, and I have something to report to the captain."

"Hello, I'm Neo."

Answered so quickly.

The image of Neo sitting next to the woman flashed in Karun's mind. He seemed to be waiting for the phone call too."在街口,他们好像在做什么仪式."

"嗯……我知道了，谢谢提醒。"

希莉点了点头,又低下头去擦地板.

卡伦喝完牛奶,起身准备出门。

他穿上黑色西装,戴上黑色墨镜,拎起手提包,走出了家门。

街上人流如织,熙熙攘攘。

卡伦走在人流中,看着街上的人们,心情有些复杂。

他的家族,茵默莱斯家族,是一个拥有超自然能力的家族。

而他,是这个家族的长孙。

他的任务,就是保护这个家族的利益,同时也要保护人类不受到超自然能力的伤害。

这是一个矛盾的任务。

他不得不面对着自己的身份,和人类的安全。

他走在街上,感受着这个城市的气息,同时也在寻找着什么。

他不知道自己在寻找什么,但他知道,这个城市里一定有他需要的东西。

他的手提包里,装着他的工具。

这些工具,能够帮助他保护人类的安全。

他走在街上,看着人们的表情,感受着他们的情绪。

他的眼睛,透过那些表情,看到了人们内心的真实。

他知道,这个城市里,有很多人需要他的帮助。

他走在街上,不知道自己要去哪里。

但他知道,他一定会找到自己要去的地方。

他的身体,充满了能量。

他的心灵,充满了勇气。

他是一个保护者。

他是一个英雄。

他是卡伦·茵默莱斯。"Just outside my house."

"Be careful when you go to work, young master."

"I know, Shili. I always avoid them," Karun shrugged. "Actually, I know why they hate us. They think we took their job opportunities. But it's not like we asked Vein's army to invade our country."

Karun took a bite of his fried egg and remained silent.

"Young master, how long do you think it will take for us to live equally like them? Mr. Lude is organizing a movement to demand legislation and grant us citizenship to stop discrimination against us. My parents received flyers yesterday, and my little brother is so excited. He considers Mr. Lude his idol."

"Shili, do you think that once there's legislation against discrimination, it will disappear instantly?"

"Isn't that the case? Hmm... maybe," Shili hesitated.

Karun softened his tone and smiled. "But it's still a good step forward."

"Yes, young master. You're right."

After breakfast, Karun went to the study and picked up a book called "The Sleepy Time." Puerh and Kevin were still sleeping. They were busy copying spells and taking naps. They would wake up, eat, continue copying spells, and sleep again. Karun's two spell scrolls would be completed in two days. If he worked faster, he could finish them tomorrow.

Under the sun, Karun felt drowsy while reading. This book was the author's autobiography, describing what he saw and heard in the town when he got older. The title really suited the book because it made him sleepy.

Karun stood up and replaced the book with "Luo Jin's Secret Diary." This book was interesting. The author was a famous Vein poet who was removed from the student textbooks because of his descendants. They published a version of his diary fifty years after he died according to his will, leading to his reputation being severely criticized by the current trend.

The book described his love and marriage with his wife, how sexy she was, and how he was not surprised when she undressed in front of him. It also talked about his affairs with many socialites and their wives, how they met, how they developed, what they were good at, and what he was obsessed with. It even included his wife's extramarital affair and how he responded to the Earl and the wealthy businessman who pursued his wife.

Reading this book, you would naturally have the idea that the upper class seemed to be composed of a group of "smog." It seemed like they didn't do anything all day except think about sex.

After finishing the book, Karun closed it and looked at the floor lamp next to his desk.

"Order - Guard the wall."

Three black walls appeared, and the figure of an old man also appeared in the study due to the influence of this aura.

"Oh, it seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time," the old man smiled at Karun.

"Yeah, I've been busy lately.""What have you been busy with? I mean, if you're bored and want someone to talk to, I'm willing to listen."

"Not much."

Karun didn't want to tell him that he had been busy wiping out the remnants of the Bright faction recently, almost driving them out of York City.

"I've read this book too." The old man saw the Secret Diary of Luo Jin on Karun's desk. "There's a saying that his descendants failed in their investments and lived a difficult life, so they united with publishers to publish this book in his name."

"What do you think?" Karun asked.

"I think it should be true. Poets always have some unexpected ideas, such as publishing a book to destroy their own image after their death. He might find it funny."

"In addition, I heard that in the original version, the author also wrote about his extramarital affair with the queen, but he didn't expect that fifty years after his death, the queen was still alive, so this part was cut."

"The queen has already died."

"Oh, really? Finally. How did she die?"

"I don't know, probably of old age."

"Well, that's about right."

"I want to ask you something. There's a part of the Bright power in my body."

"I saw it. There's a lot of things inside you."

"Can the Bright power be transformed into other systems of power?"

"No, it can't. The Bright power is unique, but its characteristic is inclusiveness, so it can be used for transformation and imitation."

Just like what Puerh said, a converter.

"But this kind of transformation is not really effective because the Bright power itself has supreme magic and mysteries, and it doesn't need to covet external things."

"Do you believe that if I go out to the street and preach with the Bright blessing, I will die in my bed the next morning?"

"The decline of the Bright is a law, just like the sun rises and sets. So, I firmly believe that the Bright will rise again."

"Then why did you run away? Why didn't you wait for sunrise in York City?"

"I just went to the colony to sow the seeds of the Bright and lying in bed waiting for sunrise is too boring, isn't it?"

"I'm good at making up stories like yours."

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from downstairs, and Alfred had returned.

"Well, I have something else to do. Let's talk next time."

"I hope everything goes well for you."

"Hmm?"

"Because when people are confused and anxious in their hearts, they subconsciously want the Bright. But it should be just a small matter, because if it's a big matter, people don't have the mood to look for the Bright."

"You talk too much."

"Okay, looking forward to our next conversation." The old man's figure dissipated and returned to this study.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "p𝑎wread.com".

Karun walked out of the study and went downstairs.

"Young master, little John has already started school. It's not far from here, and he can go to school by himself every day. In addition, I have transferred Mrs. Lake and the two Miss Pavaros to a nearby hotel as you instructed."

"Did Mrs. Lake ask anything?"

"No, I told her that a change of scenery occasionally is good for the physical and mental health of the young ladies, and she at least appeared to believe it."

"Okay."

"Young master, are we going to the funeral home now?""Let's go."

The second-hand black Porsche drove out of the apartment complex and quickly arrived at the Pavaro Funeral Society in the same Blue Bridge community.

"Young Master, there's a funeral tonight. Aren't you going to transform into Mr. Pavaro?"

"I'm not going to. I have a feeling that something might happen tonight."

"So that's what you've been worried about, Young Master."

"Yeah, if I transform into Mr. Pavaro and something happens, I won't be able to run away. I'll have to face it head-on."

Karun shrugged and cursed:

"This damn character setting."

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There's still tonight.