One was a man. He looked to be in his fifties and was busy shovelling a vast amount of sugar into his cup. The other was a woman. She looked most inte...esting.I did a quick scan. Very nice was my initial thought and worthy of a more detailed look. I started to go through my mental check-list.I began as I always do, at her feet. Black patent leather court shoes with a sensible heel, probably about 3 inches.Check.Nice shapely legs clad in sheer stockings. Slender ankles leading to very curvy. The busty, beautiful Swedish officer’s name is Ingrid, and her English is not very good.“OK,” she says, smiling at Bao.Bao sniffs the air. “Are you cooking?” she asks. “I’m kind of hungry, and I can’t leave until the weather’s better.”“OK,” Ingrid replies, smiling.There’s a lot more going on, but in other words, it’s a normal Friday at CCL… except for the weather.And except for the fact that one of the women in the CCL house is a killer. Pretty soon she’ll don her costume, pick up her knife,. The Inner Panorama trembled and the spherical soul emanated dark light that shone on the brown speck, trying to expel it.‘Does Nature really not permit to assimilate more than one attribute?’ Zax wondered.He already knew that a cultivator could only have one attribute, even those who cultivated mist or Qi refinement techniques similar to his big sister Zetsa’s Radical Fiery Icy Provocation Qi refining technique, which doubled in both fire and ice, had to one day pick the attribute they had. People didn't seem to need extra counseling or whatever on that day. Maybe his sermons did some good?"Come in. The door is unlocked."What was she going to say to him? How could she ask? Eileen opened the door timidly and entered the parson's office. "Uh, Reverend Gibson, sir, I'm sorry to bother you," she stammered, looking around the office. It wasn't a large room and it was crowded with furniture. There was a plain, straight chair in front of the solid looking, wooden desk, a sturdy, wood.