London, East End, Regent's Canal.

The East End of London is an industrial area and workers' residential area formed after the Industrial Revolution. It is also a crowded slum area. The streets are narrow and the houses are densely packed. Most of them are old buildings from the mid-19th century.

In later generations, the riverside apartments here may be praised as historical buildings rich in design and sedimentation, but to the people of the East End, this is just a gathering place for London's poorest people.

Even though the millennium is coming, paupers will still be paupers.

Bill Mays Sandwich Bar is a well-known place in this area because the beer and sandwiches here are cheap enough.

Sixteen-year-old Lillian is a waiter in this sandwich bar. In fact, she is still three months away from turning sixteen and does not meet the British age limit for working. However, the cook in this bar is her aunt, and she also needs it.

A few extra pounds to supplement her daily needs - she couldn't even hope to get a pound from her alcoholic father.

"Lillian, send it to Room 301 of the Park Villa." A dinner plate with sandwiches, cream soup and two slices of bacon was pushed over, and Lillian saw her aunt filling a glass of beer.

Putting the large mug of hoppy beer on the dinner plate, Aunt Susan waved her hand: "Go ahead."

Lilian was chewing bubble gum and blew a bubble reluctantly. The Park Villa sounded luxurious, but it was actually a hotel that had just been renovated—the cheapest kind.

The owners of Park Villa haven't had time to build their own kitchen yet, so they temporarily partnered with Bill Mace's Sandwich Bar, which is just across the street.

It is basically a dream to get tips from the customers there.

Lillian put the plate on the plate, and her beautiful sixteen-year-old body turned coquettishly. A customer who came to the bar early immediately whistled: "Lillian, do you want to play the tipping game?"

Lillian rolled her eyes at the other person with disgust. Working in a bar would only make her hate those dissolute drunkards who didn't know what a gentleman was.

Seeing the beautiful girl walk out of the bar in two steps, the customer whistled and a lustful look flashed across his eyes.

They arrived at the Park Villa in two minutes. Lillian opened the door and went in, saying hello to the landlady out of habit.

"Oh, Lillian, you are still as cute as ever." The fat landlady responded enthusiastically.

Lillian blew a bubble and looked at the other party with some doubts. Today's boss lady looked a little strange, as if she was on drugs...

Lillian, who didn't want to get involved, quickly walked to room 301.

She could actually choose to leave the items on the counter, but she still had the illusion of leaving some tips. After all, she was really short of money.

Before knocking on the door, she worked hard to adjust her expression so that the pure charm of a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl could be fully exuded. Her face and figure were the only things she could be proud of.

Of course, she was also prepared to kick down the old pervert who might appear - you see, trying to get tips based on your face in the ghetto is risky.

"Hello, sir, what you ordered has arrived." Lilian showed an impeccable smile.

The door was opened, and Lillian, who was accustomed to looking at each other with smiling eyes, secretly exclaimed.

The other party's upper body was unclothed, and his clear abdominal muscles were exposed, coupled with that extremely handsome face...

How could such a handsome guy live here...

Before she could think any more or give her a brighter smile, the boy took the things expressionlessly, and the door was shut cleanly, with a cold 'thank you' stuck to the ground.

Her prepared smile froze on her face.

"Stingy guy..." Lilian pouted and went downstairs unhappy, and immediately felt that the other person was not so handsome.

However, she didn't notice that there was a pair of light blue eyes on the ceiling that gradually disappeared after watching her leave.

After withdrawing the spying spell and making sure that the girl who delivered the food was fine, Sean's expression relaxed a lot.

However, his expression in the mirror was still solemn.

Fair and strong, his whole body exudes a healthy smell, and at the same time, he has a huge and pure source of magic power that can be felt as long as he calms down his mind a little.

However, Sean Wallop's expression was very bad. His mind was not clear enough before, so he subconsciously used magic first, and the smooth response of magic did not make him think much.

But now that he was in a safe place, he discovered this serious reality.

This is not my body, absolutely not.

He touched his face, trying to find the scar that could not be healed due to magic power - obviously, he could not find anything.

This body is healthy and perfect, not riddled with wounds, not a single one.

However, that face is indeed my own...

Sean looked at his face for a long time, then he dressed neatly and sat down at the small table.

As soon as the cheap food entered his mouth, he felt a sense of discomfort - his body was resisting these cheap, nutritious and unpalatable foods.

Sean paused, ate everything without any hesitation, and then he picked up the beer.

The burning sensation in his throat and the discomfort in his stomach reminded him that this was his first time drinking beer, and it was such a low-quality beer.

But he didn't care, his mind had become accustomed to alcohol, even though his body no longer ached.

After casually wiping the foam from the corner of his mouth, Sean began to check his belongings.

He was wearing a wizard's cloak and combat uniform, made of dragon skin and expensive.

There is a gem ring on the finger, which can detect the fluctuation of magic power... and it looks familiar...

There are many small pockets on the lining of the clothes, and there are many small bottles of magic potions inside. They are all high-quality products and can be used to deal with various situations. In addition...

Sean took a deep breath, clenched his fists hard to stop the trembling in his hands, and then carefully reached into the deepest part of the inner bag.

He grabbed something and slowly opened his hand.

It was a blue-green thorn sheath, with a slender tail extending from the bottom and wrapped around his finger.

Sean's lips twitched. He looked at the thorn sheath in ecstasy. He wanted to reach out and touch it several times, but in the end he did not dare to step forward.

At this time, the thorn sheath moved.

It grew larger, and then turned into a blue-green terrifying creature.

Looking at the other person's scarlet eyes, Sean almost lost his mind - the only mutated curled-winged demon in the world, the one hatched by himself...

I saw it again...

"Eat!" Dave thought cheerfully as soon as he appeared. He didn't care that he was in a strange environment. Instead, he climbed onto Sean's shoulder affectionately, "It's time for dinner, boss!"

Sean's lips moved with difficulty, and then he tremblingly called out the name that he had missed for a long time and hadn't called out for a long time.

"Dave..."

"Here! Brother! When will dinner be served!" Dave responded cheerfully.

"Dave, you're not dead, you're not dead..."

Sean hugged the Winged Demon tightly, his body shaking constantly.

The heartless Dave finally realized something was wrong. As the only magical animal that could telepathically communicate with Sean, he subconsciously sensed his master's heart.

Sadness, confusion, joy, incredible...

Every emotion is so intense.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Dave was confused.

Sean didn't respond, he just held it and kept shaking.

"Boss, what's wrong? Tell me! Dave will always stand by your side -" The Winged Demon's loyal and touching voice stopped abruptly before he could finish conveying it.

Because, it subconsciously smelled the smell of Sean's brain.

Usually, Dave doesn't do this, because it's too familiar, and the boss's brain is too attractive - why let himself suffer?

only……

In an instant, the curled-winged demon roughly broke away from its embrace, and its huge wings shattered the small room into pieces.

The crimson in its eyes almost turned into substance, and its harsh and violent roar was filled with madness.

"You're not the boss! Where's Sean? Where did you hide Sean?!"

Sean looked sad. He looked down at his hands, his voice full of confusion: "I am Sean..."

"You're not! You're not! Where's Sean?!" The Winged Demon pounced on him crazily, its terrifying mouth already covering Sean's throat.

The smell of blood overflowed, and Dave was stunned for a moment before rising into the air. It gave up the idea of ​​biting its throat, and instead circled back and forth angrily.

The smell of blood is definitely Sean's... The sense of intimacy that only Sean has is unmistakable... But, but, that consciousness is definitely not the Sean Wallop who gets along with him day and night.

No, this body belongs to Sean, I can't hurt it...

Dave hovered in place for a while angrily, and after leaving a terrifying look in his eyes, he rushed out of the room.

Leaving behind broken glass and wooden boards, and a screaming crowd below, Dave quickly disappeared.

Sean's hands trembled slightly. He stood up weakly and watched Dave leave sadly. He raised the wand in his hand again and again, and finally put it down.

Through the broken windows and walls, he glanced at the panicked crowd below, and then waved his wand with a grim expression.

The screaming crowd suddenly calmed down, their eyes lost their clarity, and then they resumed what they were doing before.

Not only these witnesses, but everyone around them who heard the movement and looked over curiously, all lost the look in their eyes.

After doing all this calmly, Sean walked back into the house, taking the fragments with him, and they immediately became complete.

The room became its original appearance again.

Sean sat on the edge of the small bed, staring at his hands and the gemstone ring in ecstasy.
To be continued...