How did I become a god of evil!

Chapter 36 Only Fear What You Can’t See 【Read More】

June [-]th, light rain.

The patter of fine raindrops was very comfortable on the face, reminding Yadi of Irene's truth-swelling and pain relief technique.

In the evening, he walked out of the rented laboratory in the laboratory building, feeling a little uneasy.

There are four more Light Binding and two Blazing Shock spells in his pocket, and the average cost of the six spells has reached 6000 Holy See Coins + 12 God's Grace Coupons. Fortunately, it is cheap to build a primary security seal array, otherwise the cost would be even higher .

I'm not very worried about the design of the spell being cracked.

The design diagram is a simplified version suitable for your own operation. The key part is the non-destructive transformation of spirituality realized by Taiji diagram combined with the law of the unity of opposites. It is difficult for others to realize it even if they crack it.

But how much money can be sold is a question. He made this batch of spells with debts on his back.

Borrowed 4 yuan from Ted.

Based on the relationship between the two brothers, they wouldn't say anything even if they didn't return Ted, but Yadi is a shameless person.

Take the tram out of the school gate and get off at Brandy Street Station in the central area.

It was already dark, and the dazzling and colorful neon lights turned the central area into a city that never sleeps. The majestic and magnificent Covenant Cathedral a few streets away exudes holy white light, as if the gods descended from the earth illuminated the world.

Yadi walked while looking at the tourist map of the Holy City, and finally found the Dragon and Rose Club in a small street.

There are six officially designated trading locations, which are located in the six districts of Shengdu. This club is the closest to the school.

The facade of the club is very small, the appearance is similar to that of an ordinary coffee shop, there is no one in front of the door, and it looks very deserted.

Pushing the door open, the lobby is dimly lit and small in size, with a few tables by the window and no guests.

Only a woman in leather was sitting on a high chair in front of the bar drinking wine.

The bartender behind the bar squinted over, "Sir, if you want coffee, go to the next door. This is a private club."

The woman glanced back, her drunken eyes lit up, and she whistled loudly, "Hey, handsome guy, don't listen to his fart, you can stay here."

Yadi: "I'm here..."

"Never mind what you're here for, why don't you buy me a drink?"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman in leather had turned around and looked at him with a smile, her body leaning on the bar counter was silently showing her perfect figure.

"..."

Yadi shook his head.

The figure is really good, the one-piece tight leather jacket and leather pants fully display the long legs, thin waist, plump buttocks, and high breasts. The length is also beautiful, especially the slightly thick red lips are very sexy.

Definitely poke XP.

However, this hairstyle does not look like an easy woman to mess with.

Half bald, half pink long hair, rock punk hairstyle.

He doesn't want to make trouble.

What's so good about being handsome!

It can only bring beautiful visual enjoyment to others, but you can't see it yourself. It has made great contributions to improving the appearance of the city without giving money.

It has perfectly interpreted the true meaning of beauty for the human race, and re-established a positive and healthy life goal for the majority of women. They have to make huge sacrifices themselves, and have to endure various types of harassment from the opposite sex all the time.

If you don't answer, she will be angry; if you answer, you will be angry.

Can't we all look up to Irene?

Yadi sighed silently, and secretly made up his mind, "If you have a chance, you must get a disguise mask." '

Seeing that the punk girl in leather was rejected, the bartender at the bar chuckled and lowered his head to wipe his glass to cover it up.

"Laugh at the fart!"

The punk girl in leather slammed down on the bar, as if she felt that she should maintain a ladylike image at this time, and smiled, "Handsome, if you don't buy me, how about I buy you a drink?"

"Not good." Yadi shook his head again.

The bartender snorted again, and the wine glass creaked as it was rubbed with a white towel.

"Oh, I don't believe it anymore!"

The punk girl in leather straightened her waist, jumped off the high chair, and faced Yadi face to face.

With the support of ten centimeter high heels, she is just as tall as Yadi who is 182.

"He's from out of town, do you know what my old lady does!"

The leather-clothed woman stared drunkenly, "There are too many people who fall in love with me, but there are not many who can make me fall in love with you. Don't be ashamed!"

"Leona, forget it."

The bartender raised his head and smiled, "This kid isn't very old, maybe he's still a baby, don't scare the kids to pee."

Leona snorted, "As long as you are in the holy capital, you have to urinate in my mother's jug!" Flicking half of her long hair, she gestured to the dark corridor, "Come with me, handsome boy, you can't go anywhere , I will definitely eat you today!"

The quality of official personnel is not high. It seems that Camuel is just a special case.

Fortunately, Yadi has tiger skins to pull.

"Miss Leona, please pay attention to your words, otherwise you will be regarded as a heretic." Yadi showed Camuel's cold face back then.

"heresy?"

Leona pinched her waist and laughed, "That's right, I'm a heretic, come and arrest me; you wouldn't say you belong to the Second Tribunal, would you?"

With a swipe, she lowered her face, "Coincidentally, me too."

"..."

Lie down.

Pretending to be bald.

Yadi reluctantly took out his black card and put it on the bar, "I am a member of this club."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The bartender looked down at the black card, then up at Yadi, with shock written on his face.

Leona was also surprised. She glanced at Yadi and then at Heika, her drunken eyes woke up a bit.

After being dazed for a while, the bartender hurriedly picked up the black card and poked it under the bar.

A light flashed faintly in the darkness.

The bartender narrowed his eyes again, held the black card in both hands and handed it to Yadi, "Good evening, my lord." He jumped out of the bar, trotted to Yadi, bowed slightly, "Please follow me, my lord."

Yadi kept a calm expression and followed the bartender inside.

Walking into a small private room, the bartender closed the door and pressed his hand on the wall.

A light flickered on the wall, revealing a door.

The bartender twisted the doorknob and hesitated when he was about to open the door, "My lord, don't you need to pretend?"

"Of course." Yadi nodded slightly.

"..."

The bartender didn't move.

It took about a few seconds for Yadi to realize that he was waiting for him to use a camouflage prop.

"Uh, I forgot to bring it today."

"I have it, if you don't mind it."

"of course not."

The bartender took out a black triangular-shaped glasses from his coat pocket, very similar to the masked glasses commonly seen at masquerade balls, and held them in front of Yadi with both hands.

"Thank you."

Yadi thanked, "I'll pay you back later."

"It is my honor to serve you." The bartender bowed solemnly.

Yadi smiled, "What's your name?"

"Jeff." The bartender bowed. "Jeff Bruy."

"Jeff, God will bless you."

"Praise the Court of God."

"Praise the Court of God."

Jeff unscrewed the door, and Yadi put on his mask and stepped in.

Close the door, "Huh..."

Jeff let out a sigh of relief.

Walking out of the small private room and turning to the lobby, Leona sat on the high chair drinking wine silently, but did not notice that the glass was empty.

Jeff went to the bar, picked up a bottle of Bloody Rose and half poured Leona a glass.

The scarlet wine sparkled in the dim light.

"What is his identity?" Leona's voice was low, and she was completely sober.

"..."

"Jeff, we've known each other for 15 years!"

"I do not know."

"My old lady..."

"I mean, the identity on the license is hidden, I can't see it!"

"……how is this possible?"

"The black card license is only used by big shots, but the identity information on that damn black card is hidden. What does that mean?" Jeff almost growled, "It means that the club has no right to see it!"

"Don't you understand, Leona?"

"That's why I'm afraid, I'm afraid of what I can't see!"

(End of this chapter)