I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 451

Did the two of them have a fight?

impossible.

Theresa is understanding and has a very good relationship with Su Fan.

Alice couldn't imagine what kind of conflict could arise between the two of them.

No, perhaps it's not a contradiction?

She looked at Su Fan suspiciously, trying to figure out more.

Seeing that the latter put down his teacup without moving, as calm as an old monk in meditation, he could only sigh in his heart that the other party was really good at hiding his inner emotions.

But in reality, his thoughts had already drifted back to yesterday morning.

……

Su Fan, who had disappeared from public view, did not leave directly as everyone expected, but instead went to a rooftop not far away.

Someone is waiting for him here.

"Is it just my imagination? It seems like it's gotten much warmer here since you landed."

Theresa's shoulders, which had been slightly hunched due to the cold, relaxed.

"A small application of airflow manipulation."

Su Fan glanced at Theresa's hesitant expression, then leisurely crossed his arms.

He knew that his previous actions were difficult for ordinary people to accept.

Even if she knew everything that had happened, she would probably still have some reservations about his handling of the situation without saying a word.

For some reason, Su Fan felt a little uneasy.

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Indeed."

"Is it about why I didn't stand up for myself and prove my innocence?"

"It's complicated, but come a little closer first, the wind here is still too cold."

The weak morning light was of no use in providing warmth, and the morning breeze, carrying dew, was already cold and damp. Given that the two were on the rooftop, it was not surprising that this was the case.

Without thinking much, Su Fan walked over to Theresa and leaned against the edge of the rooftop.

"I can actually guess the reason."

"On the one hand, you have your own pride and disdain to explain to others. Whether you receive love or hate from others is irrelevant to you."

"On the other hand, you feel that they don't need to know too much."

Theresa looked up at the sky.

"Whether they are saved or destroyed is not something they can decide, so knowing so much is meaningless."

At this point, she paused.

"When the monster roared, Su, you sheltered the reporter who initially spoke up for you, right?"

"Actually, I'm quite glad that you can selectively protect someone like this. At least it proves that you still have a difference in your opinions of others."

"Treating everyone the same, regardless of their relationship to you, is actually a terrible thing."

Su Fan remained silent, and the two fell silent together.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft cry, suppressed with pain, suddenly broke his thoughts.

"Su Fan, could you please take a look at my shoulder? I feel like something's wrong."

Su Fan frowned upon hearing this and turned his head away.

He had clearly examined Theresa's body carefully and confirmed that she was not injured.

Could it be that they secretly did something while they were dealing with the monster below?

"let me see."

As soon as Su Fan finished speaking, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.

His lips were met with an unexpected attack, and his eyes widened slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled, her breath came in ragged gasps, and the warmth on her cheek betrayed her inner turmoil.

But those soft, boneless arms showed no sign of letting go; in fact, they tightened their grip even slightly. Su Fan raised his hand and gently wrapped it around her waist.

……

"Boom! Boom!"

Two muffled thuds suddenly came from the wall, startling the female pastor staying in the hotel so much that she jumped out of bed.

But physical and mental exhaustion soon made her lie back down.

"Here we go again..."

Susie wasn't particularly angry.

Getting angry also consumes energy, and right now she feels like the ashes left after a piece of paper has been burned.

It has no energy left at all, and it will collapse with the slightest touch.

This trip to Britain was arguably the most momentous and eventful mission of her life.

First, they investigated the seventy-two demon gods of hell and suppressed and destroyed the gates of hell they were trying to open. Then, they were immediately attacked by a terrifying attack created by mysterious heretics and had to fight against powerful monsters they had never heard of before.

Every muscle in her body was trembling, and there was no sign of it subsiding. That subconscious jolt just now had completely depleted the pitiful strength she had gained from lying in bed to recover.

Merciful Lord, have pity on your believers, at least let me get a good night's sleep tonight...

Who lives next door...? How do they still have the energy...?

Even if you're furious about the heretics who caused the deaths of thousands, there's no need to vent by pounding on the wall... Can't a person get some sleep?

Susie mumbled complaints to herself in a daze, her heavy eyelids soon sticking together.

In the other room separated by a wall, Theresa, ignoring her swollen forehead, was writhing on the bed, clutching her pillow like a maggot.

After a while, it fell into an eerie silence, and then began to roll again.

This cycle repeats itself.

The fragmented images that kept flashing through her mind constantly reminded her of the crime she had committed that morning.

She forcefully kissed Su Fan.

What was I thinking at that time?

Theresa's mind was a jumbled mess, her thoughts fragmented and disjointed.

She could sense the changes in Su Fan.

Each time they reunite after parting, the other person gains not only an astonishing power, but also an increasingly profound sense of inhumanity.

The non-human beings mentioned here do not refer to the cruel, evil, and filthy beings like demons, but rather to something else entirely.

Theresa didn't know how close Su Fan was to a god, but she knew that Su Fan was getting further and further away from humanity.

During her conversation with Su Fan, she felt as if he were a kite with a broken string, drifting towards the distant horizon.

So she couldn't help but reach out and grab the last thread, trying to connect him to the earth so that he wouldn't be separated from this world.

Theresa reached out and slowly clenched her fist toward the ceiling, as if trying to grasp a non-existent kite string.

You may not care about what others think, but some people will.

Those people are not worried about your bad reputation affecting them, but rather they are heartbroken that you have been treated this way.

No one wants you to be praised and loved more than those people, rather than being scorned as a villain.

For example, Superintendent Dyson, Officer Carl, Miss Alice, Miss Ron...

For example, me.

Why can't you understand?

But Theresa didn't know how to express herself.

There were so many things I wanted to say at the time, a thousand words stuck in my heart, unable to be uttered.

In a moment of irrationality, I subconsciously chose the simplest and most straightforward action.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

Thinking of this, Theresa lowered her raised fist and began to pound her poor forehead repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)