Carlisle couldn't comment much on this.

While Carlisle was lost in thought again, Kled, Edward and others had already left the suite.

When he came to his senses, only a somewhat excited Sgar and pieces of porcelain were left in the foyer.

Seeing this, Carlisle sighed deeply.

Stepped forward and cleaned up Sgar's crime scene.

'Happiness is all yours. I can only stay at home with a lizard, and I have to be responsible for shoveling poop and wiping the lizard's butt.'

Thinking of this, Carlisle felt a sense of tightness in his chest.

If possible, Carlisle really wanted to beat that bastard Kled to death with a stick.

It's a pity that the two are now in the honeymoon period of cooperation. In order to resist the high pressure from the Magical Congress of the United States, he must not offend Kled.

Sighing, Carlisle could only touch Sgar's rough skin, then lowered his head and silently began to sort out the difficult tiles.

…

It wasn't until early in the morning that Kled took Edward back to the suite.

Judging from the blood stains on Kled's clothes and the lip prints on Edward's neck, the two of them must have had an extremely exciting night last night.

Carlisle had already dressed up and was sitting in the living room, enjoying a cup of English black tea in the morning light.

Opposite him, the big lizard Sgar changed from his naughty and mischievous appearance yesterday and knelt on the sofa that it scratched yesterday with very anthropomorphic movements.

With a solemn expression and a cup of steaming black tea placed in front of it, the scene looked like Sgar was drinking tea with Carlisle.

Unfortunately, Sgar's peaceful state only lasted for a short period of time.

After discovering that Kled was back, Sgar jumped up from the sofa, threw himself into Kled's arms, and screamed non-stop, as if he was accusing something.

Upon seeing this, Kled punched Sgar's big spike-covered head open, then frowned and asked Carlisle:

"What did you do to it?"

"Nothing, I just gave it a lesson in court etiquette of the Republic of China."

As he spoke, Carlisle threw a book as thick as a dictionary on the coffee table.

Kled looked down and saw several large gilded letters written on the cover of the book:

"Ancient Rites"

Kled smacked his lips. It was hard for him to imagine how Carlisle taught the lizard Sgar.

However, there were no wounds on Sgar's body at all, so no force should have been used.

Is this a spiritual attack?

Seeing Sgar trembling behind him, Kled fell into deep doubts.

At this moment, Carlisle took a sip of black tea and said:

"Okay, hurry up and change your clothes, we're going to leave soon."

Hearing this, Klie no longer hesitated and waved his hand directly, and all the bloodstains and stains on his body disappeared in an instant.

Edward walked into the cloakroom honestly and started to change clothes.

He didn't dare let Kled cast a cleansing spell on him.

Kled's magic level is inversely proportional to his force value, which is terrible.

Moreover, it is very troublesome for vampires to travel during the day.

Edward and Carlisle not only had to wear thick suits and gloves that could tightly cover their entire bodies and not be transparent to light, but they also had to apply a large amount of sunscreen on their faces and other areas.

The only good thing is probably that vampires have no body temperature.

Otherwise, this kind of weather would be so tight that ordinary humans would never be able to endure it.

After everyone was ready, the three of them left the suite together and walked towards the Thames River.

Their destination this time was a large basement by the Thames River.

This is also one of the few nuclear shelters in London.

But unlike other countries, the owner of this shelter is not an official organization, but a small nobleman who is deeply poisoned by the Mayan doomsday culture and firmly believes that the end of the world will come in 2012.

Of course, that is already a thing of the past.
Chapter completed!