Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

The Council of Elders is Lu Ensi's territory, and Berlin will not take the risk if it is not completely sure, so it can only start from other channels.

So he set his sights on Crowley.

This is a very strict blood family, with a meticulous and even harsh working attitude.

Berlin appreciates such a vampire except for his vampire status, and he is also the only vampire on the planet who has the same duke status as Lu Ensi.

But Berlin is not an idiot. He contacted the matter between him and Gordon when he collided in the Star City before. In addition, when he was in Star Wars with Panelo, it was Crowley who cooperated with Gordon at the same time, including Gordon's dislike of him. , and the scar on Crowley's face, and even what role he played in that battle.

He could imagine what Gordon had been through.

So he wasn't as surprised as he'd imagined when he saw Gordon reluctantly enter Crowley's place.

He rubbed the snake-shaped ring on his index finger, thinking, if the timing was right tonight, maybe he could get rid of Crowley while stealing the information.

Calculating what to do, Berlin jumped from the lurking tree.

Crowley likes to be quiet, and the buildings with a radius of several miles are all under his name, but there is nothing other than the proper staff, and there are even few servants.

Crowley's life is very regular. After he got off work from the Council of Elders, he went directly to the Imperial Military Academy to pick up Gordon. During the period, he would go to a convenience store to buy ingredients.

Berlin detected in the mastermind of Crowley's residence that there was indeed a letter passing through his hands, so there is no doubt that the probability of this letter is more than half in the hands of Lunes.

He quietly exited the computer virus he carried to attack the master brain.

"I told you I don't like to eat shiitake mushrooms." Gordon's voice came from near and far, and Berlin hid without a trace.

Gordon scratched his red hair irritably, and without changing his shoes, he walked into the house with a bang, put the ingredients in the kitchen in Crowe behind him expressionlessly, and went to the shoe rack to get clean ones Put on the slippers for Gordon.

"Aren't you tired? Don't you want me to eat? Hurry up and I'll go back after eating." Gordon kicked Crowley's shoes far away, and he walked around the living room anxiously.

Crowley picked up the slippers again, and said in a voice as deep as the bottom of the valley, "Change your shoes." The hideous scar on his face was even more terrifying.

Then there were sparse voices. Berlin didn't know if Gordon had changed his slippers in the end. He rubbed the silver ring on his hand and didn't move for a while.

After a while, the tempting aroma of rice wafted through the air, and Berlin jumped off the high beam. Through the gap in the door, he saw two harmonious figures.

Gordon had red hair and reluctantly put the dishes on the table.

There was a faint sense of harmony between them, and the warm atmosphere was reflected in Berlin's light blue eyes.

The meal went on in harmony, and after Crowley sent Gordon out, he came back and took out a can of cold beer from the cooler.

"Come out."

Berlin's eyes remained unchanged, he opened the door and walked out.

Crowley's emerald eyes looked over: "General Cal, long time no see."

Berlin walked to the sofa and sat up. He stared at the cold beer on the table, raised his hand to pick up Kaikai: "You don't seem surprised."

"What should happen will always happen. Moreover, it is inevitable for you to come to me. I know it, and Lu Ensi knows it too."

"Really." Berlin turned the rim of the beer bottle: "That's really bad."

There was no words for a while, until the bottle in Berlin's hand was empty, Crowley said slowly: "What I can tell you is that the letter is genuine, but as for it, how to get it is up to you, if you want As for the role I played with Panelo in Star Wars, I'm sorry, but the order I got was to hold back Gordon's team, and as a result, I didn't stop the success." At the corner of the mouth, fingertips are stroking the hideous scar extending from the eyeball to a chin.

"Of course, when he rushed over, the unit you led had been wiped out."

Berlin turned the serpentine ring on his index finger: "Your scar should not only be left in the process of stopping."

There was an intriguing taste in the emerald's eyes, but Crowley didn't speak.

After a while, Berlin stood up from the sofa: "I'm good at everything, just protecting my weaknesses."

Crowley laughed silently.

***

The air was depressing to the point of impetuosity, and the patrolling of this street was stricter than usual. Berlin stepped on the ground with one foot and one foot, and a long and thin figure was pulled out from the ground.

Berlin opened the door, and the lights in the room were bright. Lorenzo, who hadn't appeared for several days, was in the bathroom. The two idiots curled up on the soft stool. After seeing Berlin, they raised their heads and jumped down. They walked to Berlin's feet and rubbed each other affectionately. .

Berlin touched its little head, carried it to the table, grabbed chocolate beans and fed it one by one.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and the door "clicked" open. Lorenzo's naked upper body with water stains on it, and a towel around his waist, saw Berlin rubbing against him with a smile.

"I'm back. I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you miss me?"

Berlin fed the last chocolate bean to the two fools, and when he looked up, he saw bulging abdominal muscles.

Lorenzo smiled: "?"

Berlin let go of the two idiots in his arms, and he raised his hand. With Lorenzo's astonished expression, his fingers stretched and stroked along the lines of his abdominal muscles like stroking the strings of a cello.

Lorenzo grabbed her fingers and looked at the pair of light blue eyes with bottomless silence: "You..."

"Is this body yours or someone else's?" Berlin asked quietly, without pulling his fingers away from Lorenzo's hand.

Responding to him was Lorenzo's retracted smile, he bowed slightly, and put Berlin's fingers on his face, his scarlet eyes glowed with moisture: "What do you think?"

Berlin pulled his hand from Lorenzo's palm: "I hate the feeling of being concealed."

Concealing it, Lorenzo straightened up slowly, with a smile that disappeared from the corner of his mouth, put his finger on the towel around his waist, pulled the towel violently, and ran naked in large characters: "Isn't it obvious at a glance!"

Berlin: "..."...It's really serious for only a second.

Two idiots: "..." The mentally handicapped owner.

In the end Lorenzo got a kick from Berlin and covered his face and wept.

Berlin took a deep breath, and under Lorenzo's pretendingly pitiful expression, he said indifferently: "I heard that Prince Panelo sent you a beauty during this visit."

Lorenzo hiccups and stops crying.

Berlin: "Had a good time."

Lorenzo said seriously: "No, I didn't, how could it be possible!"

Berlin shifted his gaze, walked to the closet, and with some distaste, pulled the clothes and pants that Lorenzo took off before entering the bathroom: "Why do you take a shower if you are not having fun?"

Lorenzo: "..."

"Traces of destruction?"

Lorenzo: "...No."

"Ah"