Is the Evil God Me?

Mr. Boris is a typical middle-class man in the kingdom of Albion.

The degree of anti-risk is poor. He is stingy and loves to take advantage of small things, but he has to show generosity in front of others. Lynn once thought that if Mr Boris went to work in the water authority, he would definitely have a better future than collecting rent.

Collect rent on Squirrel Street?

scoff!

Lynn's nasal voice very skillfully expressed his forecast for the career prospects. It is estimated that there will be a period of economic downturn before the war is really over, and the purchasing power of the gold pound will further decline. Mr. Boris may soon welcome him. The personal economic crisis is in danger. After all, if the oil and water at the bottom are drained, it is time to squeeze the middle.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The knock on the door was dull, and soon the door opened a crack. In the dim light of the low-quality oil lamp, Mr. Boris's dry and thin face appeared in the crack of the door. It was a little terrifying to look at it suddenly. The moment he saw Lynn, his yellow and cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and he seemed very surprised.

"Good evening, Mr. Boris." Lynn bowed in a polite greeting.

"Good evening, little sir."

Boris widened the crack in the door, then glanced at both sides of the door before breathing a sigh of relief. The landlord was wearing pajamas, and he was holding a string of holy emblems of various churches on his chest, which he pointed at Lynn intentionally or not.

"I heard that you were taken away by the gentlemen of Elba Field, uh... It seems that it is not as bad as the rumors." Apparently missed the scene of Lynn being taken away in the middle of the night, Boris who heard from other tenants Mr. has acquiesced that he is dead, and he did not expect Lynn to come back safe and sound.

Didn't you say that there is a [Thug Cave]? People who have no money have to shave their skins when they go in, and become a hard worker and serf, how can this kid have nothing at all?

The landlord was a little murmured.

Immediately after the conversation started, Lynn changed his body language. His waist was straight, his head was raised, his eyes were narrowed, and his expression became much more serious. Such a proper upper-class gentleman faced poor ghosts and pariahs. look. Being stared at by Lynn's indifferent and deep eyes, Boris couldn't help but feel breathless, like a frog being stared at by a snake.

"Mr. Boris, I'm here to check with you about my room. Since yesterday, after I left, has anyone else entered my room, including you."

"Who dares to enter that haunted house with traces of blood and sorcery..." Boris replied subconsciously and cautiously, but he quickly reacted. "Wait, what right do you have to question me like that?"

Very good, at least one's own things should be complete.

Lynn didn't show any signs of weakness. Instead, he took a step forward. This offensive body language scared Boris back two steps. Without giving him time to react in anger, Lynn's emotionless monotonous voice sounded faintly.

"I have to remind you Mr. Boris, that is the scene, not the murder scene that can be settled with the gentlemen of Elba Field with 100 pounds, but the extraordinary! Do you understand? The extraordinary murder scene! The things under the bed are comparable to people. It's much more terrifying. I went to the investigation to settle this matter, and the gentlemen of the [Repression Bureau] take this matter very seriously."

"I, I, how do I know?" Boris loves to take advantage, but he is not brave enough to pick up the wool related to the extraordinary. Taking advantage is cheeky but does not mean bold.

'Nonsense, if you ignorant and ignorant guy understands me, I won't use this to flicker and intimidate you. ’

Lynn answered inwardly, lowering his raised head a little.

"That's right, you don't know anything, otherwise why do you think you can still sit here in peace. Four people were gutted and eaten clean, that thing eats more than you, Boris. gentlemen."

"My God!" Poor Boris began to tremble.

"Let me guess, there must be a lot of people asking you, poor little Lynn was taken away, can his room be sublet at a low price, as long as half the original price can stop the loss in time, and the people around don't dare to Chew your tongue." Lynn forced his eyes to imagine what would happen in the vicinity of rent collection every month. Those intermediaries are the sharpest flies, and they will buzz around and pester you whenever there is a profit to be made. .

"I swear! I didn't move anything inside, and I locked the door!"

Mysterious and extraordinary rumors are always dangerous and taboo. Boris looked at the intact Lynn and couldn't help but think about it, but he didn't dare to think deeply. He could only let Lynn lead him by the nose.

The report of the tragic death because of the mysterious and extraordinary is the best intimidation. Lynn borrowed the name of the [Suppression Bureau], but there was no obstacle in his heart.

Boris was trembling, holding a string of holy symbols and shivering, for fear that Lynn would suddenly turn into a sorcerer and summon the devil. 【Weaving Moth】is a benevolent lady, in her realm all things are allowed, and now is the time when night covers the earth. As for whether Mr. Lynn has been recruited by the [Suppression Bureau], that is not much different from the devil in the eyes of Mr. Boris.

Both illegal and legal blood-sucking can kill people.

There are even times when you have to put your neck close to you to legally **** blood, or you might die overnight without anyone taking care of you.

"Very good. It seems that the one under the bed has nothing for him to pack."

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, his calm expression without warmth finally revealed a soft smile. The end of the intimidation was completely in place, and Lynn finally showed his fangs.

"I'm going to pick up my things. Remember to lock them on the spot. If there is any strange noise, please run to the [Good Luck Bar] to notify me. I will contact the gentlemen of the [Suppression Bureau], and they will come to Kangkang."

"[Good Luck Bar]?"

Mr. Boris imagined and shouted at once.

"Isn't that an entire street away?!"

"You need to exercise, I still have to go and settle down." Lin En pretended to leave and made a malicious attack.

"No, no, wait a minute, little sir." Boris hurriedly jumped out and grabbed Lynn. "It's so late, you see how you can run so far to settle down, upstairs, wouldn't it be a good house upstairs?! There are so many wild dogs outside!"

"Upstairs...?"

Lynn frowned, and Boris quickly clapped his palm.

"That's right! It's upstairs, with a big soft bed, a private bathroom, and a bright new gas lamp! The window is also convenient, and it's suitable for knockers to remind you when to get up."

I spent a long time talking, intimidation and guidance. Isn't it just for those good rooms of a miser like you. Lynn didn't rush to agree, but looked at Boris the landlord meaningfully. After his expression was so nervous that he unconsciously appeared to pray, Lynn nodded reservedly.

"Since you are so generous, I will also be optimistic about the original room."

With Mr. Boris' thousands of thanks, Lynn can no longer live in the **** heap in a short period of time.

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After packing up, packing and checking in, going to the private bathroom, burning some boiling water and taking a very comfortable hot shower, Lynn threw himself onto the soft big bed with indescribable laziness and fatigue. With his eyelids closed quickly, he fell asleep with a faint fear of the rotting fertile under the prosperity today.

Before his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness, Lynn seemed to hear the faint charm of the Black Holy Grail in a low smile.

Like falling weightless, passing through the thick water curtain.

Lin En, who fell into a dream, saw a strange and beautiful psychedelic world, bizarre, bizarre, and incredible!