Chapter 104 Casting Master Anna

It was raining heavily outside the window. The phonograph in the Heston Cafe played the most popular songs of the moment. Kerosene lamps were neatly hung on the wall, illuminating the entire cafe. Camus looked at the girl holding the coffee and expressed his doubts. He had just felt the subtle mental fluctuations in her.

Anna took a sip of coffee and turned to look out the window, "Well... I drank the 'caster' potion the day before yesterday. I will use "purity" as my noble quality to create my own holy clothes."

Camus tightened his fingers when he heard it, "Purity? What do you mean? Can't I choose something else?"

Anna smiled like a flower, "We Saints all pursue noble qualities, sincerity, friendliness, unity, etc. I chose purity. Although no constellation has chosen me yet, I can take the path of 'heir'."

"Heir? "

Anna picked up a grape and fed it into her mouth, "The constellation armor is limited, but it can also be inherited. The competitors of pure quality are the least among all qualities. The pinnacle of pure quality is the 'Virgo Gold Armor', the most noble, beautiful and pure armor in the world."

Camus was stunned, "Your enemy is a gold saint who can rival the gods. Did you choose the wrong one?"

Anna clenched her fists, "Virgo Shaka? This is just my dream. In fact, the highest goal in my ideal is just the 'Cygnus' armor. If there really is such a day, I will talk about it. "

Camus looked at the little cat man and moved his lips, "I think 'sincere quality' is also OK. Why don't you choose this as your noble quality. "

Anna shook her head, "I have lied before. The constellation will see through your heart, and sincere quality is impossible. "

"Elegance? Elegance is also OK. "

Anna shook her head, "There are too few elegant armors, and they all have owners. "

Camus took a sip of coffee, closed his eyes quietly and listened to the pleasant music. After a while, he opened his red and blue eyes.

"Congratulations, Anna, you have found your own way. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Anna looked at Camus sincerely, her bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, "Mr. Camus, thank you for your help last time, which helped me get out of crying and grief. My mother may be watching me in heaven, um... maybe watching me by my side."

"Puff..."

Camus almost sprayed the coffee in his mouth when he heard it, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Cough cough..."

After coughing a few times, Mr. Camus looked at Anna carefully. Her mother had become his spiritual object. If she knew, would she tear herself apart alive?

"Mr. Camus, are you okay? Is the coffee not to your taste?" Anna showed a caring expression, and Camus quickly shook his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, I drank it in a hurry just now, his coffee is really delicious. "

Anna glanced at Camus' coffee and showed an admiring expression.

"His coffee is the bitterest in Caldecott, but it tastes very good with sugar. I didn't expect that you like pure coffee, Mr. Camus. Don't you find it bitter?"

Camus glanced at the cup and took another big sip expressionlessly, "Well, bitter? It's okay, are you still studying?"

Anna nodded, "I'm still studying at Caldecott City Astronomy University, what about you?"

Camus smiled, "Maybe we will become classmates. I'm preparing to take the entrance exam for the Astronomy University. Do you have any opinions?"

"Really, Mr. Camus?" Looking at Anna's expectant expression, Camus nodded.

"Oh, God of War and Wisdom, this is really good news. Do you need me to lend you books?"

"Well, do you think I need those books?"

Anna rested her chin on her head and thought for a long time, and began to count with her fingers.

"You have to know "Astrology", and you also have to know a little about "Comet Movement Theory", and you must know "History of Astronomy". That's about it, it's quite simple. "

When Camus heard that there were only three books, he showed a relieved expression. Susie didn't lie to me. Astronomy is indeed not complicated.

"Um... Miss Anna, can you mail these books to me? I live at 77 Golden Oak Avenue, thank you."

Anna showed her four little fangs and raised the coffee cup, "Yes... Cheers, you will be my junior in the future. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Ding..."

The two coffee cups collided in the air. At this time, the rain outside the window stopped. Camus leaned back in the chair and smiled at Anna who was eating seriously.

"Do you need me to take you home later? Or do you have something to do here?"

Anna stuffed a piece of pudding into her mouth, "Woo... I was going to get my jewelry, forget it... Let's get it tomorrow? Mr. Camus, aren't you hungry? "

Camus nodded and joined in the eating. Although he had no sense of taste, he still had to eat. Being hungry was not a good choice.

...

An hour later, Camus paid 78 copper coins for the meal, stopped a carriage and helped Anna onto the truck.

"Sir, please excuse me, Triumph District."

The driver lowered his voice as soon as he heard it, "Okay, sir, please sit down."

An hour later, Camus sent Anna to No. 27 before turning back.

"Sir, No. 77 Golden Oak Street."

The driver drove the carriage slowly, "Sir, every time I come here, I think I'm dreaming. What a luxurious oil lamp. You will never see such a scenery on the lower streets. I'll go to the guests after I send you back."

Camus smiled, "Then try to live in a place like this, and things will get better."

"Hehe..." The driver smiled honestly, "Tonight is a good day. The daughter of the old Hanfu family is getting married. The other party is a noble painter. Hanfu has been talking all day."

"Oh, this is indeed good news. Is the Hanfu you are talking about driving a shabby carriage, an old rabbit man?"

The driver turned around in surprise, "Sir, do you know him?"

Camus' eyes flashed, "You know him, then do you know what happened to his family recently?"

"Oh, it's indeed a good thing. I can't understand why a noble painter would fall in love with an inferior civilian. This is as strange as the thorn birds not returning to the south."

Camus wrote two words "Ghost" on the glass window, exhaled to cover the font, and then turned to look at the car door.

"Let's go to Golden Oak Street to get the gift first. Since it's such a surprising thing, I must go and see. Maybe I know that noble painter?"

"Oh, Sun God, what good things did the old Khan do in his previous life that made a noble congratulate him? It's incredible. Because time is tight, sir, please sit down."

The carriage ran wildly on the road, bringing up the water along the way. Camus looked out the window quietly, took off his glasses, and revealed his bright red and blue eyes.

"I just lack souls. I hope you won't let me down. Do you want to call others? Call Kaxiu together."

Thinking of this, Camus took out the mirror, contacted Kaxiu, and then rested against the wall.

When he returned home, he saw the light in the room. Camus jumped off the carriage and walked into the yard. The coachman was stunned when he saw that it was this yard.

"Sir, you can't go in. Many people have died in this house."

Camus stopped and a flat voice reached the coachman's ears, "Just wait here, I'll be back soon."