What kind of weird button is this?

Chapter 81 Adaptive Tasks
  Jim couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that the man didn't seem to be preparing to continue attacking.

There was no way, with the magic sealed, if he faced this man who was not easy to mess with at first sight, he might really die on the spot.

"Brother, what do I call you? And what are we going to do in Anka this time?"

Jim rubbed his hands and followed the man like a fly. He watched the man dig a hole bit by bit and bury the black ball into the ground. He couldn't help but want to use a condom to see if he could find out more information. Much information.

But it's a pity that his words seemed to be lost in the ocean, and the other party had no intention of answering him at all.

It wasn't until all the work was done and the pit had been filled that the man turned around and looked at Jim and said:

"Listen, although I don't know why there is one more person on Anka's mission this time, but since you can answer the question about the devil's resurrection, I won't embarrass you too much.

But there are some things I can do well by myself, and I will never tell you, do you understand? "

"This……"

"First, I don't fully trust you." The man said as he stretched out a finger, and then stretched out a second finger after saying this, "Second, if you are really from our side, Man, you should not ask me this question, but the person who asked you to come to Ankh.”

The man looked very wary, but after a slight pause, he decided to answer Jim's first question.

"You can call me Hatton."

"Hatton, huh? My name is Jim."

Jim nodded, and his expression became very serious.

He understood that he had now completely become a sinner who betrayed Anka, and could even be said to be a sinner who betrayed Xilin.

Although he didn't have a good impression of the Xilin Empire itself, he still felt a little sad in his heart after finally reaching this point.

Jim laughed self-deprecatingly. He thought he was a mouse, and he felt that it was actually good that he could survive. Sometimes thinking too much about things was a waste.

"Mr. Hatton, please...is there anything I can do to help?"

"Say less, do less. And... survive."

"That's it?"

Hatton looked at Jim with some humor and said, "What do you think? We are just chess pieces. My task is only that matter. Do you think I know a lot more than you?
  In fact, I just know that something big is about to happen, and I don’t know much else than you. "

"I want to ask a question."

"explain."

Jim frowned and turned to look at the pit where he was buried. Until now, he still had a fear of the black sphere.

Although he felt that his power to control the elements was back, the feeling of losing his only support was really uncomfortable.

It is a feeling of despair that one is powerless in the face of threats and can only wait to die.

"Mr. Hatton, that ball you just buried in the soil, will its magic-forbidden effect be effective on everyone?"

"So, it seems that your profession is a magician?"

Hatton narrowed his eyes. He was not good at magic, but with the power given to him by the demons, he was not very afraid of Jim rushing up to attack him.

Although he also wanted to find out Jim's identity, it was obvious that he could not return to the Chester Empire to ask specifically now.

Now he can only wait quietly for that karmic fire to burn out all Anka's hopes, and then lead the lizardmen through most of Xilin's territory from here with the force of a wildfire.

He doesn't care about the ultimate goal of the demons, nor does he care whether the emperor above him will burn himself by playing with fire. He is just an insignificant tool. All he needs to care about is that his family can live a good life for the rest of his life.

People like them can build a new home on these ruins, and then ignore the noise of war outside and live their own lives for the rest of their lives.

"Forget it, I don't care what you are." Hatton shook his head, "It doesn't hurt to tell you this. Anyway, magicians are the most powerless in this catastrophe."

As he spoke, Hatton walked to the bench outside the garden and sat down.

"The name of that black sphere is anti-element crystal. It only takes the size of a fingernail to make a magician lose the ability to communicate with the elements for life.

However, the demons made some modifications to it, turning it into a huge anti-magic barrier starter. Just by activating it, everyone in the entire city will lose the ability to communicate with the elements. "

"hiss……"

This was the first time Jim had heard of these things. Not only did he feel sad for Anka's fate, but he also felt scared at the cruelty of Sirius' methods.

"So, is this thing effective against demons?"

"..."

Hatton looked at Jim as if he were a fool, "Of course it doesn't work. When you use range skills, will you still hit your own people?"

"Well, wouldn't it?"

"I fucking..."

Hatton calmed down a little of his anger, and then kept reassuring himself that they were villains, and it was normal for villains not to care about their own lives or lives.

"Okay, I still have some things to do next, so I won't talk nonsense to you anymore."

With that said, he stood up, then turned and walked towards the exit of the garden.

But when Hatton was halfway gone, he suddenly turned around and smiled at Jim and said:
  "Mr. Jim, if you have the idea of ​​digging out the crystals and taking a look, I advise you to be cautious.

After all, if someone like you comes into contact with it, maybe all the magic power in the body will be swallowed up by it as delicious food~"      …"

Seeing that the other party saw what he was thinking, Jim couldn't help but swallow, and then nodded solemnly.

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"Master, have they left?"

At the door of the living room, Liz knocked on the door and asked Sirius who was sitting inside.

"Well, let's go."

Sirius looked at the broken window, and the figure of Moura who preferred to use the window instead of using the door appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This is all money...

Is it worth it to show off? The reason why Sirius had been sitting in his room drinking tea and thinking for so long was actually because he was thinking about how much money these furniture would cost to buy back.

He does have money now, but that's not how he spends his money, right?

If one day his identity is revealed and he needs to drag these people away, then these financial reserves will be life-saving straw.

Just when Sirius was feeling distressed about the furniture, Liz pushed the door of the living room open from the outside.

And when she saw the mess in the room, she was stunned.

"Master...this, this is?"

"Ah?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "Well, there was a little accident, it's okay Liz."

"Is it really okay?"

Liz's little face tensed up, she couldn't believe what Sirius said was true.

What kind of small accident can turn a good living room into a mess? Several pieces of furniture fell over and their positions were changed. If this can be called a small accident, what is a big accident?

"Master, Lizzie has something to say, is that okay?"

"Huh? Tell me." Sirius looked at Liz's expression, feeling a little curious.

"If the master doesn't want to see them, he doesn't have to meet them. Liz, Liz will help the master stop them..."

As Liz spoke, her head lowered further and further, and in the end her voice was so quiet that even Sirius couldn't hear it.

"Liz feels that they are not good people..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Liz shook her head. She knew that her last words were inappropriate, so she pretended that she had never said anything.

Seeing that his maid seemed to be acting strange since this morning, Sirius was also a little worried.

But at the moment, he didn't have much thought to deal with Liz's side of the matter. Although in order to deal with possible crises in the future, he should persuade Liz to learn light magic quickly, but he understood that if Liz was as partial to science as It is not easy to force one's talent to study.

The only headache that gave him now was how to deal with the two younger brothers he had just adopted.

Needless to say about Jim, Sirius himself didn't really want this backstabbing maniac to follow him.

Although Mo La just looked like she was frightened, she was not an easy character to deal with. She was acting in front of these two people. If it were not for the support of the button effect, just with his acting skills and cleverness , I really can’t survive until now.

But there is also a big problem now, that is, as the so-called "Devil King", he must arrange something for his two servants to do, right?

Not making arrangements is suspicious, and making unreasonable arrangements is also suspicious. Now, Sirius just felt like he had a huge headache, and he couldn't even form a word despite racking his brains.

Wait...appropriate words?

Sirius suddenly came up with a very good idea.

"Liz."

"Yes, Master."

"Prepare two pieces of paper and envelopes for me. Oh yes...and give me a pen. I want to write two letters and send them out."

"Good host."

Liz didn't ask why. She only knew that the owner was very confident at this moment, as if all the previous problems had been solved.

She just needs to understand this and that's enough.

Liz quickly brought the paper, pen and other things over. Her feet in small leather shoes bounced a few times on the broken glass on the ground, and then she came to Sirius's side.

After putting the things down, she didn't intend to read the content of the letter and left to clean the room. This saved Sirius some embarrassment and made him increasingly feel that asking Liz to be a maid was a wise choice.

"Well... the content will adapt automatically anyway, so just write whatever you want."

Sirius picked up the pen and wrote the first sentence in the letter to Moura:

[Since you all say that I, a human who yearns for light, am a heinous devil, then I will be your devil...]

(End of this chapter)