late at night.

Stephen Sandwindmill District private house, outside a single-family villa.

A man in a windbreaker walked on a cobbled path, calmly crossing the high fence, and the magic alarm flashed, but it didn't sound.

The man pressed his right index finger on his lips, as if the action had some magic. He passed through the mechanism and the courtyard full of alarms without causing any movement.

After crossing the entrance, he seemed to relax his guard and moved his index finger away from his lips.

He entered the hall and skillfully walked around the second floor. He was about to push open the door of the study, but when he put his hand on the door handle, he seemed to feel something and turned around suddenly.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, an old man in a well-inspired suit stood.

A gentle bell sounded, and then the dim lights lingered.

"Master, you have climbed over the wall of your home again..." The old man looked at the footprints on the lawn outside the window and showed a helpless look:

"This is not what the silence field is used."

The man said calmly: "I learned it a long time ago, and I have to learn and apply whatever skills I have to do."

Speaking of this, he suddenly hesitated:

"Have they slept?"

The old man nodded: "Mrs. and the two ladies are already asleep. During dinner tonight, the lady asked me to clean up the study..."

The man sighed: "I know I know... I have to sleep in the study when I come back late. Am I not very self-conscious?"

"No." The old man said seriously: "My wife was angry today and she couldn't even sleep in the study."

"She asked me to fill my study with cactus."

The man was stunned: "Then where will I sleep?"

The old man coughed: "Stable? This is what the lady means. Of course, you can ignore it, at least I can understand that you are indeed busy with official duties."

The man rubbed his temples with great worries:

"So, the reason you stayed up so late to wait for me to come home is to tell me the news?"

The old man shook his head: "It's not."

He handed a delicate invitation to the man.

The man was stunned for a moment, opened it and looked at it, and his expression became more subtle.

"It seems that you are busy tomorrow's breakfast time."

The old man's tone was calm, but he had a little gloating.

"Damn it, how could there be such a stubborn person?"

The man waved the invitation letter in his hand excitedly: "Isn't my replies rejection obvious enough?"

"Or, this warlock is illiterate?"

The old man thought for a while: "I don't think so, lord."

"We might as well think from another perspective. If the guest reads your rejection but still insists on visiting, it means that he has something important to him at least very important to him."

"That's why I said that you're busy at breakfast tomorrow."

The man nodded thoughtfully.

"So, is the breakfast still the same as before?" the old man asked.

The man shook his head reluctantly and said:

"Prepare one for him, too."

"I seem to have some impression of this warlock. It seems that he was from the last negotiation team. It is said that he has something to do with the big man in Paradise Lost."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but yawn and hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't push open the door of the study.

He was about to run to the rooftop and go for a night.

Although he is called "the irritable Akai", his status at home is very humble, and his wife and his two wives are both existences that he cannot afford to offend. In order to calm his wife's anger over the past few days, he had to do so.

But when he just stepped on the stairs, the old man as the butler did not leave, and he was still standing there.

"Is there anything else?" Akai was a little confused.

"It's gone, lord." The old man sighed softly: "Just want to remind you that some things are not achieved if you have haste."

"I understand the mood you want to make up for, but don't affect your mood."

"The state of mind of the demon hunter is the most important."

A trace of haze flashed in Akai's eyes.

He nodded, turned around and walked onto the stairs without hesitation.

Tonight, another night of hard to fall asleep.

...

At the same time, the second floor of the Lettuce Hotel.

Xu Nan has not fallen asleep, and the little male cat transformed into Xie Yutong has long fallen asleep on the sofa.

He sat by the window and waited patiently.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, blowing open the window, and with a creaking sound, there was no sound.

"I remember that private casting is prohibited in Stephen Sand public areas."

Xu Nan was speechless.

A small head suddenly appeared from the window.

“I have a spell casting license.”

The other party said stubbornly.

Xu Nan stood by the window, glanced down, and saw a light yellow magic carpet shaking in a regular wave shape.

"Like you have an expired airship license?"

He couldn't help but tease.

The other party was furious: "Do you want that thing anymore?"

Xu Nan coughed: "I want it."

"This matter is very important. Thank you for your willingness to go out in the middle of the night to help me..."

His words were interrupted impatiently by Emma:

"Okay, don't be hypocritical. Here are the things, please record them yourself."

Her eyes became slightly sharp: "If I find that the things here are taken to do evil by you... Humph!"

Xu Nan took a file record, he glanced at it and smiled gratefully.

Jiang Yuanchi is not in the city. He wants to get some official information from Stephen San, and he is quite troublesome. He and Roger have a good relationship, but they are not yet at this point.

In fact, it was his last choice to ask Emma for help. He basically didn't have much expectations. Unexpectedly, Emma was so diligent that she actually collected information for him overnight, and was amazingly efficient.

Xu Nan opened the file bag and quickly checked the information he wanted. Not long after, he showed a relieved expression.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as what I guessed.

His eyes narrowed.

"It seems that someone is going to be in trouble." Emma leaned against the window and stretched, then knocked on the window door with some dissatisfaction: "Don't you invite me in and sit?"

Xu Nan was stunned: "Is this necessary?"

Emma said irritably: "Of course it's necessary!"

"Why do you think I'm going to do things for you?"

After saying that, she squeezed in through the window without saying a word.

Emma's petite figure is naturally not difficult, and judging from her skillful skills, it is obviously not the first time.

She was still quite moving when she climbed the window. The poor little earth cat was awakened and looked at Emma in a little panic.

Xu Nan made a gesture of silence, and Xie Yutong quickly jumped onto the bed and hid in the corner of the wall.

Emma doesn't care.

She pulled over the chair and sat down, pondering:

"I have something to ask you for it."

Xu Nan shook his eyebrows. Sure enough, Emma would not help him in vain...

He asked, "As long as it has nothing to do with Senior Sister Jiang, I can discuss it."

Xu Nan had long understood what Emma thought about Jiang Yuanchi; but Jiang Yuanchi rarely mentioned Emma in front of Xu Nan, which made Xu Nanfu think. But no matter what, this woman actually wanted to kidnap her chief wizard all day, which was unforgivable!

But he still needs Emma's help now, so he has to be more upright and at least he can't refuse so directly.
To be continued...