: Chapter 67

Asa stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor, looking down calmly. There were five people passing by the bookstore downstairs, led by a middle-aged man, and walking in the middle were two casually dressed young women. The last young man Asa knew--
When he saw the man for the first time, he was in this state, but he was hiding in the canopy at that time, and only the dark and deep fear wrapped him.
"Dad, those people walk strangely, and they're still standing in line." Gal whispered, his eyes a little disgusting.
Asa narrowed his eyes at the group of people downstairs, without speaking.
The church has a very strict hierarchy. This system has been implemented in all aspects of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. Just as they do now, even if they do not wear rigorous and conservative robes, the posture of walking in the queue still feels solemn.
Just as Asa wanted to take his eyes off and continue to look for a book for Gal, the man who fell to the bottom suddenly looked up and glanced at the third floor, and when he reached Asa, he noticed a slight glance.
The man with long blond hair gave him a strange feeling, but specifically asked him to tell him what was strange and he couldn't remember.
Looking at the facial features alone, I felt a bit like the portrait portrayed by the gravekeeper, but he was obviously a teenager ...
Asa ticked the corners of his lips and motioned for the other side to look at it. The young pastor's eyes and doubts did not escape his eyes. If you think about it, the gravekeeper must have planned what he looked like when he was young, and that information is probably in the hands of the church in London.
But I'm afraid they are disappointed. Although his appearance is a bit similar to his childhood, who would be him?
"Dad." Gal looked at Asa and the man underneath, and flattened his mouth and shouted, "Dad, I want cartoon books, I want you to hold."
Asa looked away, and stooped and hugged Gal. "What book do you want to read?"
The man underneath frowned at Gal, and finally the doubts were dissipated. There are so many people in the world who look similar. How can two people who are over ten years old be the same?
Asa hugged Gal and stood by the window, watching the young priest quickly follow the team and disappear into the corner.
"Dad, do you know those strange uncles?"
Garr held a small book in his hand, and leaning his head seemed to want to see the man clearly.
"No, I don't know." Asa chuckled softly, denying, "How did dad know such a weird person?"
With one hand holding Gal, Asa's eyes slowly became dark. The priest in London came to Las Vegas, what did he do?
When Asa returned to the hotel, instead of rushing to the room, he knocked on the door of the next room. "Mr. Seaman, are you there?"
It was Lyle who opened the door. After opening the door, he leaned sideways and yawned, "Oh, you are so early, I am still sleeping."
Asa didn't rush in, but frowned at the room. "You guys really ..." Tangled the words, "There is an artistic atmosphere, Mr. Seaman? And you are performing performance art?"
No wonder Asa would say so, the things in the room were crooked, the cushions on the sofa were still on the floor, and Lyle, who opened the door for him, was even more exaggerated, as if he had n’t bathed in a long time.
"Oh, don't mention it, Himan received a stamped email and ran back to the bloodline overnight." Lyle complained, but he could see that he was excited, "Master, it's great that he is away! I couldn't sleep in excitement the night before, and yesterday too! "
Asa nodded and said, "I can understand," the words had already come out, and Lyle's expression became even more excited. As he was about to say something, Asa slowly continued to say, "Without him giving you a bowel, you itch Can't sleep. "
"..." Lyle squeaked for a moment, pretending to close, "Oh Lord, I can't communicate with you."
Asa asked directly, "Why don't you go back with him?"
Asked with such a look, Lyle frowned, and reluctantly said, "He'll be back in a few days."
"I saw someone today."
Asaton paused, walked into the room with Gal, "I think it's a good choice for you to return to the bloodline community with him."
Maybe Asa's expression was so dignified that Lyle followed with a little nervousness, "What's the matter? Oh, Lord, are you trying to bring me some less wonderful news?"
Asa suddenly laughed at this time, "It's not bad news." Crooked her head and twisted her lips when she saw Lyle's breath sighed, "I also saw the priest in London today."
Lyle's facial features were even more distorted. He slapped his hands on the sofa handle, and asked nervously, "Oh my God, how did an adult recognize this ?! Did he write 'I'm from London' on his face?" ? "
"Don't you care about why he came?" Asa sat upright with a smile, "Nothing, I woke up from the cemetery and bit a gravekeeper. The priest came the next day. One of those who arrested me. "
"..." Lyle seemed relieved. "So, is he here to find an adult?"
"No, he hasn't seen me, and do you think he recognizes me now?"
"Dad, but that uncle stared at you for a long time." Gal, who had been quiet, suddenly looked up, with a look of dissatisfaction, "Gal hated that look."
"Good, uncle knows that you hate everyone who robs your dad." Lyle said quickly, "Don't look at me like that, all I say is conscience."
Asa glanced lightly at the two of them and made a concluding remark, "So there is two possibilities for a priest in London to come to Las Vegas. The first one is vacation, but I heard that the priest does not like to play. The odds are extremely low, and the five clergy are so clearly distinguished that the possibility of play is zero. "
Lair was affected by his dignified expression, and after swallowing his throat, he asked nervously, "What about the second one?" There was a little expectation in his eyes, and he seemed to be struggling.
"Your whereabouts are exposed, the church has been informed, and ..." Asa smiled and said in a tone, "They seem to be heading towards the church in Las Vegas."
"..." Lyle grimaced, "Oh no, the church really won't let go of any news about vampires, and you won't miss it at all!"
"Actually, there is no other way." Asa waited for Lyle to relax after he calmed down. "Your ability is actually very useful, such as avoiding certain people?"
Asa smiled, raised her chin slightly and pointed at the golden bat cage on the coffee table.
Lyle glanced at him and glanced at the coffee table intricately. "This is really frustrating news."
"But it ’s better than being caught by church people." Asa smiled, but her eyes were cold, and the blue eyes of the lake were tinged with gold, "Otherwise you will drag many people on, I will restrict your travel , Lyle. "
"Okay, okay, I don't like going out anyway." Lyleton paused, pouting and rolled his eyes, "Himan's stupid almost wiped out all my hobbies."
Asa hugged Gar and stood up. "If my partner is a good guy who treats clubbing and hunting as a good guy, I'll just kick him." He walked towards the door with the book in his hand.
"Dad." When he first came to the door, Garr spoke. "Gal won't bar, gamble, drink or hunt in the future. Gall only needs his father alone." The emerald green eyes seemed to be full of hope for the future. .
"No, as long as you call me Dad for one day, you don't have to think about it." Asa twisted the door of the room and walked out, she didn't even look at the look behind her eyes. "Dad can only be dad. "
Gal pursed his lips. "Asa, I want to come down."
"..." Asa's eyes fluttered and he asked with a strange expression, "What's your name?"
"Asa." Gal's expression was serious, and his immature face was serious. "Is it OK not to call your father?"
"..."
"You just said it yourself." Gal struggled a bit. "I'm going to go down, I'll go by myself."
"..."
Asa froze for a while, then tightened her arms and frowned, "What are you doing again? Call my dad soon." After speaking, he quickly opened the door and entered the room, surprisingly fast.
"I didn't make trouble!" Gal's eyes were serious. "I'm going to grow up so fast that I can stand by your side!"
Asa replied dissatisfied. "Call out dad."
"Asa."
"..."
Asa weakly stroked his forehead. He didn't know how to explain it. After a long time, he slowly spoke. "Even if you don't call my dad all your life, you will always be my son in my heart."
"Not biological."
"..."
The last episode of Isaac's silence on the topic of not calling dad, Gal didn't keep talking about Asa to quarrel with Asa.
In fact Asa thought that the child had a bad memory. He might get up tomorrow morning and forget what he said today, but Gall, sitting quietly on the sofa, obviously didn't think so.
It turned out that Asa was wrong and outrageous, because until the second night before he was about to perform the magic on the stage, Garr didn't call his father anymore.
Alice glanced at the little man on the ground, Gal, and said babblely, "Are you guys arguing? Why didn't the little guy call your father?" He took a sip of Coke from the assistant.
Garr leaned against the pillar in a humble fashion and looked at Alice with his head up. "Asa said, if you want to be her partner, you can't call his father."
"Ah !!!" Alice, who hadn't had time to swallow Coke, didn't hold her breath, Coke was sprayed far away, "cough ... cough! Partner ... mate?"
Asa looked faint, squinting on the ground and refused to give him a gall, "Hm."
"Oh God, I said why no handsome man like you was chased. It turned out ..." Alice glanced at Gal who was standing on the ground. "It has been reserved, haha!" Alice turned and laughed, "Sorry, It ’s so funny, I ca n’t help it, haha, my son is paired with a daddy.

"..." Asa glanced at Alice, who was giggling, and stretched out her hands to unbutton her shirt, and slowly walked towards her ...
"Well! What are you going to do?" Alice in a wild laugh stared at Asa with a gaze, "Hey!"
Asa didn't answer her words, still approached unhurriedly ...
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