"It seems that Mr. Holden cares about you."

As Jon spoke, he took out the funeral parlor's coffee beans from the cupboard and ground them.

"snort"

Old Warren snorted disdainfully, "He is just afraid that his enemies will seek revenge and find me."

"I've said it a long time ago, he shouldn't be in this business. Sooner or later, his head will be moved because he gets into trouble."

"Hey, you stupid donkey, you are grinding unwashed coffee beans. Don't you have any brains? Didn't you see that some coffee beans are still stained with dirt?"

"And there is coffee powder in the cupboard that I just prepared. Can't you look for it?"

Jon could only laugh dryly when he saw this.

He had never ground coffee beans in his previous life. Welch relied purely on servants to do this kind of work, and naturally he had no experience in his memory.

He had only seen old Warren grinding it like this, so he thought that was how it was done.

"Help me clean up the stone powder on the ground, or I'll make the coffee." Old Warren said, holding his knees and standing up.

As Jon was cleaning, he remembered the scene just now.

Old Warren turned his back to Jon. When he couldn't see Jon, Jon's face became a little ugly.

But it's not because of old Warren or Holden, but because of himself.

When Jon faced Holden and drew his gun, he opened the magic eye immediately, just to gain the magic eye's enhanced dynamic vision and to use the assassin's ability to scare the gangster.

But Jon had the urge to sever the man's body with his magic eye.

"This seems to be because Holden has the intention to kill me? So it makes me instinctively have this impulse driven by the magic eye?"

Jon never had the idea of ​​using the Eye's twisting power casually.

The magic eye can only exert its greatest power when it is first seen, which is commonly known as the first sight kill.

After all, when the enemy encounters you for the first time, they often have no time to take precautions because they don’t know the capabilities of your eyes.

If the ability of the Magic Eye is used frequently, Jon's reputation will be spread, and enemies will often be on guard.

This is not a good thing.

The magic eye won't be out of control, and I don't have anything similar to the magic eye to kill.

It shouldn't happen, it's not a moon here.

But this world seems to be more dangerous than Xingyue...

It is better to use the Magic Eye as little as possible in the future. Just as Jon was thinking this, Old Warren had already poured the ground coffee powder into the boiling kettle.

He slowly walked over and said.

"It's enough to pour me a cup in three to five minutes. You don't need to add anything. If you want to drink the rest, just drink it and look for candy cubes in the cupboard."

...

I walked through the door and said hello to Selena who was reading the newspaper.

This made her a little cautious.

Back home, Jon received a reply from the editor of the Tussock Daily News.

The general content is:

"Dear Mr. Jon Snow:

I am very happy to receive your contribution and I have to say that I am very impressed by the content of your work..."

What followed were some brief compliments to Jon, questions to Jon about the plot in the work, and questions about when Jon would be free. He planned to meet with Jon, and he hoped to discuss it with Jon.

Let’s talk about how to serialize the article in his newspapers and periodicals, etc.

It can be seen that the editor of the Tasok newspaper greatly appreciates articles like biting satire.

This made Jon feel a lot happier.

He immediately drafted an envelope, intending to compliment the editor on his good taste.

While I was writing the letter, Xiao Guai came around.

"H-how are you..." Xiaoguai shook his tail and said, shaking the air.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was not heavy, and it also had an accent similar to that of Jon's Jianhai County. It was soft and soft, and it was not like the accent that a cat who was about to enter old age should have.

However, as she enters the ranks of extraordinary people, not extraordinary cats, her lifespan should increase, so she cannot always be said to be an elderly cat.

"My dear? You can talk now?" Jon was a little surprised.

Although I had long known that extraordinary pets could talk, I didn't expect that Xiaoguai would be able to talk so soon after taking the magic potion.

He hugged the little boy over and rubbed its head hard.

"No, Jon, stop it, my hair is messed up, and I didn't understand it before, but now, I want to say, I don't like this two-word affix made up of small and cute. It's a bit weird.

name."

Jon ignored her, and instead started to stroke her against her hair, which made the little boy a little angry. While holding Jon's arm, she bit Jon's finger, but she didn't use any force, so she just touched her finger.

A shallow tooth mark was left behind.

"By the way, little dear, if you can do divination now, you can give it a try."

"Jon, you have to understand that I am not your pet, I am an independent cat." Xiaoguai said.

She felt she could change her name.

...

Unfortunately, when Jon grabbed the scruff of Destiny's neck, her name change failed before it even started.

In the early morning, Jon took advantage of Backlund's haze and came to the funeral parlor.

At Jon's feet was a black cat walking quickly.

I have to admit that Xiaoguai has become more and more energetic since he became an Extraordinary. He wakes up earlier than Jon all day long and goes to bed later than Jon. Sometimes he can't be seen and wanders off somewhere.

At this time, old Warren was sitting at the door of the funeral home, carving something.

Abandoned stones were scattered beneath his feet.

Jon noticed that what Old Warren seemed to be carving this time was not a tombstone.

It's a bust of a person.

This is a bust of a woman. She is a little thin and wears a linen shirt on her upper body. There are patches on the shirt, but her arms are not carved. Her face is still blank because it has not been carved yet.

"Your wife, or daughter?" Jon asked tentatively.

"Well, neither." Old Warren muttered.

"Breakfast and tea are ready in the kitchen. You don't have to go out to buy them. Just eat them here in the morning."

Old Warren said.

"Can this black cat eat that bread? I didn't prepare food specifically for the kitten."

Old Man Warren asked.

"Meow" the little boy barked in response.

Jon had already communicated with her beforehand, and Xiaoguai could not speak outside without his permission.

This is also to avoid scaring ordinary people.

"I've fed her cat food, so don't worry about her."

Jon walked into the funeral parlor. In the crowded kitchen, there was brown bread that had been heated, and a little orange-red sauce for Jon to dip into.
Chapter completed!