Father Mavie

Chapter 706 Skin bag (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
Countless colorful fragments of crystal light scattered all over the sky, pouring down like shattered glass.

"The contract...was broken."

In a villa in London, James Morea looked at the colorful vision in the sky, and his heart gradually sank.

As early as decades ago, the Doomsday Party signed a contract with the ancient gods. The Doomsday Party was the first to discover the demon gate. They liberated several demons in order to sign an agreement with the ancient gods, so that in the future turmoil leading.

Originally, the Doomsday Party would not break skin with the ancient gods at this time.

The first stage of the experiment has just been completed, and the contract has not yet completely ended. At such an important moment, the contract suddenly disappeared
James Morea didn't dare to think about it anymore. As the top executor of the Doomsday Party in the Kingdom of Windsor, he must activate an emergency plan!
Without even taking his coat, the gray-haired James Morea rushed out of the gate, got into the carriage, and headed straight for the poker club.

In the poker club, Guy Moran also saw a vision in the sky. He didn't know that it was a sign of breaking the contract. When he was at a loss, James Morea came in the heavy rain.

"professor?!"

Guy Moran hurriedly asked someone to bring towels and add firewood to the fireplace: "Why are you here? Haven't we been using secret codes to communicate?"

"The weather is so bad, there is little possibility of monitoring, and the situation is urgent, so I can't take care of so much."

James Morea said in a deep voice: "Activate the emergency plan, notify Mr. Steward, and let him transfer all the research materials immediately!"

"Transfer?!" Guy Moran asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"The contract between the Doomsday Party and the ancient gods has been broken." James Morea said solemnly: "According to the behavior of the ancient gods, they will never take the initiative to break the contract. Only members of the Doomsday Party will break the contract. I think, some members must have fallen into the trap. Why is your face so ugly?"

Guy Moran's face turned blue and white for a while, and he was speechless in response. After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "Professor, today is the day for smokers and others to fight."

"You assassinated Duke Chevalier today?!"

James Morea's expression changed suddenly: "No! Didn't I ask you to go to the scene to direct in person? Why are you still here?!"

"I, I see it's raining so much outside. The Women's Union is just a few helpless women. So."

"Are you going to destroy the Doomsday Party?!"

James Morea, who couldn't bear it anymore, roared angrily. He never expected that the former right-hand man turned into the unprogressive look he is today!

When Guy Moran just retired, he was not only decisive but also resolute, and he was very easy to use. Only then did James Morea keep him and cultivate him to where he is today.

But time has passed so long
Guy Moran has been completely eroded by the materialistic life in London!
Guy Moran, who realized that he had caused a catastrophe, turned pale as paper and kept trembling. He was afraid that James Morea would abandon him, that the Doomsday Party would punish him, and that he would lose everything he had now.
"It's useless to say that now."

James Morea sat back in his chair and turned his head rapidly: "If the problem lies in London, it proves that Duke Chevalli is an ancient god force. Our assassination of her is equivalent to actively breaking the contract, which led to the invalidation of the contract Chevalier How could the duke be an ancient god? She was raised by His Majesty! She has lived in London since she was a child! Apart from her parents, His Majesty is the person who knows her best!"

"Ah"

A woman's mocking chuckle suddenly sounded beside her ears, and the tip of her nose also smelled a scent of perfume. James Morea slowly turned around and found a charming and beautiful woman sitting behind a round table in the corner, and the other party was sitting there quietly , as if it has been a long time.

Freya de Chevalier!
Pupils shrank, James Morea held his breath, grabbed the cane on the table, and stood up all of a sudden.

Guy Moran opened his mouth, and just about to shout, Freya flicked his fingers suddenly, and a black ball shot into his throat. Guy Moran knelt down on the ground clutching his throat, his face flushed, and there was no can not breath.

James Morea didn't dare to look away at all, so he could only glance at Guy Moran from the corner of his eye, but Freya had disappeared in this moment of absence, and when she reappeared, she had already come to James Morea's place. behind.

Disappearing with Freya was the cane held by James Morea.

"Not bad"

Freya looked at the cane, her eyes glowed red, as if she had penetrated the mystery inside the cane: "The Doomsday Party still has some good things. It's a pity for you to use them."

After losing his weapon, James Morea shed a few drops of cold sweat, and asked with a cold look: "Breaking the contract is a misunderstanding, and the Doomsday Party has no intention of provoking you."

"shush"

The cane protruded from behind, pressed against James Morea's chin from bottom to top, and the scorching breath hit the neck, and a charming voice came:

"Tell me, James Morea, are you... afraid of death?"

"die?"

When asked about death, James Morea's eyes were in a trance, as if recalling something, he stood there in a daze.

After a few seconds, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, and he lowered his head. It was Guy Moran, whose face was blue and about to suffocate.

"I'm not afraid of death, but if you don't save him, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to ask him this question," said James Morea.

With a hook of Freya's finger, the unknown object blocking Guy Moran's trachea flew out and dissipated in a puff of mist in the air.

"Cough! Cough!"

Guy Moran propped himself up, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, panting heavily, unable to utter a word.

"Aren't you going to do it?"

Seeing that Freya didn't make a move, James Morea replied again, this time more calmly and more relieved than last time: "I'm not afraid of death, my heart died long ago, that night."

"You're very honest." Freya nodded, "I don't see the fear of death in your eyes."

"I will not offer my soul to the ancient gods." James Morea said: "In my life, I have done too many evil things and killed many people, but I do not regret it, because everything I have done , it’s all for human beings, even if I had to do it again, I would make the same choice.”

"How did you say that?"

Freya sat down, thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "I remember! Paimon told me that human beings will realize that everything is nothingness when they are dying. They will cry and beg for mercy, trying to escape the judgment of death."

"And for those who are not afraid of death, they seek fame, which will be passed down for generations!"

"You don't need to put gold on your face, Professor Morea, I know who you are, Lucy Bradley, right? The lover you have loved for a lifetime. It is a pity that she did not choose you in the end .”

His cheeks twitched slightly, and James Morea clenched his fists, with a little anger mixed in his tone: "What do you mention her for?"

"Did you know? The bastard she had with that man is still alive." Freya said with a smile: "Blonde, blue-eyed, tall and handsome, married and gave birth to a daughter who looks like Lucy Bradley is exactly the same, also called Lucy, as long as you say a word, I will help you kill their couple and bring the baby back to you to raise, free of charge."

"It's not Lucy's skin that I love."

"The soul is much easier to make than the skin. Please, it is too difficult to make the same skin. On the contrary, it is easy to recall the soul wandering in the country of death." Freya laughed: "Why do you insist? It is really for human beings ?Humanity will not perish, at least not now, and your efforts will not change the trajectory of history. Take a closer look, how many people treat you as an enemy? For example, Sherlock Holmes? He wants to catch you too much."

"You use Sherlock Holmes as a metaphor for human beings, isn't that flattering him too much?" James Morea relaxed, sat opposite Freya, and said quietly: "Holmes is enjoying the fun of solving crimes. He wants to catch me. It proves that he recognizes my strength, this is due to his character, and has nothing to do with human beings."

Freya didn't want to entangle James Morea on this topic, so she changed the subject: "So you will never sign a contract with us, right? Even if we can help you resurrect Lucy Bradley?"

"She is dead, dead in my heart." James Morea's old face was full of wrinkles, and when he was sad, the wrinkles deepened, crowded together like the ravines of mountains: "Nothing is more beautiful than memories, Allowing her to be reborn will break the last goodness in my heart, and it's fine now."

"You don't hate the man who lied to him, do you? The rascal who tricked her with sweet words."

"I hate him, I hate him more than anyone else, I want him to die!" James Morea was emotional, and his breathing became heavy: "Lucy asked me to let him go before he died. Over the years, whenever When I think of this incident, I will feel murderous, but I still hold back, because this is Lucy's last wish, she told me in a begging tone, and she has only used the begging to me twice in her life The tone, once when I found them, put the gun against the man's head and forced him to kneel down, and the other time was when she was dying."

Speaking of this, James Morea took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out one and lit it, squinted his eyes and said: "When Lucy begged me, I realized that she has changed, she is no longer the one I love. That Lucy is just like a skin, her soul has undergone a qualitative change, and my Lucy will stay in that summer forever."

"While I would love to say it's a touching story,"

Freya tilted her head and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you the one who killed Lucy with your own hands? Why are you so sad?"

"She was already seriously ill. When she was dying, I killed her because I did not allow anyone or any existence to take her away from me!" James Morea shouted with twisted cheeks: "Even if it is a serious illness No way! If she wants to die, she should die by my hands!"

"You have the potential to be a demon." Freya clapped her hands and applauded.

"You know too many things, you even know that I killed her with my own hands."

After taking a puff of cigarette, James Morea felt a bit of fear: "Could it be that you planned this incident by yourself?"

"Who knows?"

Freya said ambiguously: "If I say it's not, you won't believe it, because you already think it's our fault."

"Is not it?"

"Yes, of course." Freya said with a narrow smile, "You were fooled and played around by us like wild dogs. Are you satisfied with this?"

James Morea nodded and stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette: "It's time for me to see Lucy too. Do it, give me a good time!"

"Your life is not over yet."

Freya said in a cold tone: "I am not the one who killed you, including this Colonel Moran who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead."

"You won't kill me?"

Freya shook her head: "No."

"Then what is the purpose of your coming here?" James Morea was puzzled: "It is impossible for you to come to the club in this weather to chat with me."

"I'm here to make a verbal agreement with you."

Freya said: "After the contract expires, I can already attack you doomsday party, but the order I received is to keep you alive, but this way, you can easily see through my identity, in case you will My identity is leaked to the church, this identity can no longer be used, I will be very troubled."

"In view of this, I made a special trip to the club to let you keep it a secret."

"The price is not to kill us?"

"The price is that I will not reveal the identities of your doomsday party members to the church." Freya said: "It is the master's order not to kill you. I will not use the master's order as a bargaining chip, but I can report you to the church. If you treat me like this."

James Morea understood what Freya meant.

In London, the church does not allow any great power that can pose a threat-except the royal government.

Freya's identity has been exposed. If the Doomsday Party reports to the church, the church will definitely get rid of Freya, or even if it doesn't, it will make her lose her current identity.

Conversely, Freya can also report the doomsday party to the church, and the church will also eradicate it.

Under such circumstances, it is obviously not a good idea to make you live and die. James Morea believes that since the ancient gods intend to let them go, it is still unconditional, so it is better to agree.

In the end, it's not good for everyone.

Even if you want to report, you should pick a good time, not now, which is extremely unfavorable to the Doomsday Party
"Okay, I agree to your terms."

James Morea said: "The Doom Party doesn't report your existence to the Church, and likewise, you can't. I mean, you can't report us to the Church, Doom Party."

"The contract is established."

Freya smiled slightly, her body melted into the ground like mercury, and disappeared.

"Professor"

Guy Moran got up tremblingly, looked at the seat where Freya disappeared with lingering fear, and asked, "Should we continue to transfer?"

"No need, it seems that the ancient gods have no intention of doing anything against us in the near future. They want to raise us up and give them to others to be slaughtered like animals."

James Morea said faintly: "But there will always be black goats in the sheepfold. As long as they jump out of the fence, they can break free from the shackles of fate. Inform Mr. Steward, let him restart the research immediately, and develop a complete goat as quickly as possible. body!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)