As soon as this idea appeared, it couldn't help but take root in Sean's mind.

Indeed, I am such an excellent person and handsome, and I am still a great writer. It is probably normal to attract a girl or something.

An impulse suddenly surged into my heart, "I want you."

"What did you say?" Delia looked at him in surprise.

"You know what I'm talking about." Sean said seriously. He was not a frivolous and impulsive person, but he was almost dead. What else could he worry about? "This is my wish. If I can really make a wish, I hope I can get you."

But Delia suddenly had a look, and she looked at him coldly, completely devoid of her previous charm.

"You don't know what you are talking about, no, you don't want these things. You should make a wish to cure your illness. After all, that's an incurable disease, right?"

Sean thought to himself that the problem cannot be cured. Now I don’t really have such a wish to make it. Oh, I know, this woman must be testing me. Haha, woman, I always want to listen to some good words. I’m familiar with this.

"No, life is precious, but love is more expensive. I was attracted to you when I saw you for the first time. If I really had such a wish, I just wanted to get you."

Sean was tugging nonsense that he didn't believe, but his face was full of sincerity. For the first time, he found that he still had some talent for acting. Looking at the changing expressions of women, Sean thought that he might succeed—

But soon he became a little uncertain, because Delia's eyes were gradually becoming cold, and even with a hint of murderous intent. For a moment, Sean thought the other party would slap him, or simply get up and leave. However, Delia did not leave, but instead attached herself and kissed his lips.

It was a charming and hot kiss. Sean was a little confused. He didn't expect the other party to be so proactive. Are the words he said just now so lethal?

But soon he stopped thinking about this issue and enjoyed it.

The two did not stay in the bar for too long. That night, Delia and Sean returned to his home and spent an ecstasy night with him.

The next morning, when Sean woke up from bed, Delia was gone.

He scratched his head. The memory of last night was a little blurred with alcohol, but the pleasant spirit still lingered. The smell of rose perfume on the woman's body remained in the bed.

When Sean wanted to get up, a pain came from his back! He screamed in pain and touched it with his hand. It hurt so much. He looked in the mirror and could see several bloody scratches imprinted on his back.

This woman is so wild.

Sean thought with lingering fear—but it was really strong. He licked his lips and was quite reminiscent of what he had experienced last night.

This aftertaste made him feel quite leisurely all morning.

It was not until the burning feeling of panic surged into his heart again, accompanied by a nausea that he remembered that he was still suffering from a terminal illness.

Sean baked a few slices of bread and ate it hard with the milk. He could feel that he had no more time. The old book might be his only chance.

After a ridiculous night last night, he saw that it was a blessing or a disaster or a disaster. Besides, he was about to die, so what else could he worry about? It would be better to let go of his hands and feet and do it. Maybe the willows and flowers are bright, and auspicious people will have their own appearance.

After breakfast, he headed straight to Alhaz's home. Before he set off, he brought the revolver with him by chance.

He was not sure whether the reason for carrying the gun was the insecurity from the bottom of his heart or the slightest doubts about Alhaz. He vaguely remembered that before he fainted yesterday, he seemed to see the strange smile on Alhaz's face. He didn't pay much attention at that time, but he became a little alert.

Although the two have known each other for a long time, they know people but not their hearts. He is not very clear about the true origin of this foreigner, and it is also necessary to be careful.

When he arrived at the door of Alhaz's apartment, Sean knocked on the door. While walking left and right, his feet accidentally encountered something. He looked down and saw that it was a bottle of milk.

The Milk Company of Sword Castle delivers fresh milk every morning. Sean is a little strange. Although Alhaz is lazy, he is not too lazy to even take milk.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind, would this guy run away with the book?

This thought made him nervous. The old book was his only hope. He suddenly knocked on the door again, "Alhaz, are you here?"

Still no one responded, just as he couldn't help but want to hit the door, the door opened silently.

He felt relieved and went straight into the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Shaun felt a little strange. Alhaz stood at the door with a smile on his face, his expression was extremely peaceful. The light in the room was very dark and the curtains were not taken off. Not only that, he found that many things in the room were covered with black cloth, making the whole room look like a museum that had not started business.

"Good morning Ryder, you didn't read that book, did you?"

But Alhaz did not answer, but instead led him to the dining table with great sincerity, poured a cup of tea from the pot hanging on the fireplace, and placed it in front of him.

"Why don't you talk? Where did you put that book? I think you're right. We should try it and summon a devil or something." Sean said as he glanced at the teacup delivered to him. The red liquid was pure and transparent, and there was no heat at all.

He vaguely felt something was wrong. Didn’t Alhaz not drink tea? And why was the water still cold? He looked up at the other party, and Alhaz was still smiling. His expression had not changed at all since he entered the room. The smile seemed to solidify on his face, and it seemed like he was wearing a mask, which looked a little weird.

Sean's heart suddenly raised, and he turned his body calmly, pretending to be wearing a handkerchief, but his hand held the handle of the gun in his arms.

"Are you okay Alhaz?"

Alhaz still didn't say anything, but just pushed the teacup in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

Sean felt more and more strange about this guy. Could it be that he had drugged himself? He looked at the teacup, and suddenly, he noticed something seemed to be in the teacup. After a closer look, a figure appeared in the tea reflection and carefully identified it - it was Alhaz!

In the reflection, Alhaz waved his hands vigorously, as if he wanted to attract Sean's attention, but seemed to be expressing something.

Sean looked up again, but found that Alhaz opposite him was sitting there smiling, not moving.

Sean felt a big alarm in his heart. He suddenly poured the tea in his hand on the other party. The tea fell on Alhaz and slowly flowed down. What made Sean feel creepy was that the tea flowed down a plane, just like Alhaz was flat, just like a painting, no, it was a glass mirror.
Chapter completed!