132

In his first awakening, the Red Evil Spirit lit the first match.

He saw time going back and the world returning to the glorious era. The living and complete Lord stood in the light and waved to him, saying, come, my sword, come with me to quell the kingdom of dragons and giants, and let the light always shine. Go to the Sky City where the Fantasy Dragon is high above, so that the humans there can be saved, and the arrogant ancient gods can be restrained and restricted.

They stared at the insignificant fire in silence. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the match went out. The Lord's figure and the light were extinguished together. The shadow of the enemy in the distance turned into curls of green smoke, rising, rising, and scattering.

The second time he woke up, the red evil spirit lit a second match. This time he learned the lesson and held the flame with his hand to block the wind and let it burn longer.

This time, what appeared in the fire was the solemn and heavy black empire. The black emperor was the king of earth and the king of kings appointed by the Lord.

The Lord was seriously injured and mutilated, and his spirit was not very good. This period was very difficult, but the Lord and Ouroleus were by his side, so there was still some peace of mind. The Black Emperor sits high on the throne and looks down at all living beings. He and the Lord respect each other, recognize each other, and form a true alliance. They share a throne with two sides and are hostile to the six evil gods on the distant earth. Although the Red Angel insisted that no one could compare to the Lord, he still obediently put himself under Solomon's command temporarily. The red color of war has leveled the earth, and strict iron laws have set the shackles of survival. Although I am a little depressed, the days are still brisk, and hope seems to be right in front of me.

There were others in the fire, as well as the figures of the two conquerors.

Although Medici showed disdain for them, he could not deny that they were all his most valuable prey and opponents.

Lighting a fire is easy for the three-in-one hunter, but a dead fire full of resentment is not as bright as this vibrant light. However, most things in the world are not what people want. There is no wind, but a drop of rainwater seeped into the dark basement at some point and fell on the flames impartially. The fire exploded with huge sparks and was extinguished in the blink of an eye.

That spark was as red as blood, as red as the afterglow of the sunset on the day when the black empire fell, and like the hot magma that spewed out after the earth trembled. The evil god launched a judgment, the throne collapsed, the Lord also roared in mourning for his allies, and the secret prayer people also shed bright red tears from their ears and eyes. As red as the blood that flowed into his eyes on the day he died, as red as the crown on the head of Alistair Tudor and the crazy flames in his eyes on the day he was born as an evil spirit.

The red evil spirit smacked his lips, and he reached out to touch the last match on the body of the descendant of Tudor. This time he wanted to block the wind and the rain above. But when He picked up the last one, he found that the blood that seeped out had already wet it, and there would no longer be light here.

Another few decades of silence and dead silence.

Sauron said: "...The little fortune teller who came before is quite clever and can run very fast. Otherwise, we can have more fun now."

Medici hummed twice: "He is running so fast and is a fortune teller. Could it be that he is a descendant of Antigonus? It's not because there is nothing that can be obtained from this poor place. If not even the Red Priest's Blasphemous Card is If you can’t tempt him, then it seems that only the Fool card can seduce him.”

"Isn't that right? That boy seems to have blown this place down. Poor Lord Red Angel will continue to be a prisoner for who knows how long."

"No matter where I am, I'm fine except for being bored. There are still people who come close to me and let me scold them. I won't get tired of it in a few decades."

"The God of War has nothing but his mouth now."

"Of course it's because a loser like you is dragging me down."

The two hunters passed the time talking to each other, mixed with teasing about each other's embarrassing situation and the usual insults against the gods. After a while, Medici's right cheek opened with a mouth. Einhorn did not join the two hunters' communication as punctually as they clocked in every day, but after he appeared, Medici and Sauron gradually stopped talking. , a pair of eyes shared by the three souls turned to the only door in the room.

somebody is coming.

133

Before the end of the Russell Memorial Exhibition, Edward happened to see Klein leaving after the visit at the exit. At the moment, he still needs to maintain a certain friendly relationship with him. Although Klein behaves a little raw and unnatural, that doesn't matter. He just needs to finish what he needs to do.

According to his guess, he only needed to explain the grudge between Bernadette and himself seriously, and then express his apology to him properly. These possible effects alone are not good enough, then - the devil can basically detect the type of desire in others, and use this to formulate plans to seduce and fall. Klein... seems... quite short of money, and it seems that he will have to spend a lot of money in the short term. Being a private detective is not a very lucrative job. From his recent movements, it can be judged that he belongs to the category with good luck. At least he is not so depressed that he needs to receive commissions of less than one pound to make a living. But for humans, the more things like money, the better——

"Bernadette didn't trust me very much to begin with, and she hated me even more after Russell's death. It was an oversight on my part that I didn't take into account her hostility towards me in time and let you be affected by the high sequence. I'm really glad that you're okay. "

After saying that, Edward took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and took out two creased notes: "This is an apology."

Calling Bernadette "she" means that the other person is only a high-sequence, Sequence 3 or 4, and not an angel... Also, angels are not so ubiquitous. Klein hesitated for a moment, but Bernadette's glance did not hurt him much. The divination on the gray fog also showed that they would not have any interactions in the future, so he thought of evading: "You don't have to be so polite... ..." He glanced at the note and suddenly got stuck in his speech. It was only the clown's control that kept him from being dumbfounded on the spot.

There is an bearer account on each of the two pieces of paper - Klein is very familiar with this - and the withdrawal password and the amount in the account are also written below. The first one is 500 pounds, and the second one is also 500 pounds. The value of a piece of paper exceeds Klein's entire current net worth!

He, he just made a request to Miss Justice, asking her to help him check if there were any abnormalities in the bookmarks in the manuscript, and offered an unlimited reward starting at five hundred pounds...

"I remember that you have your own secret, and the income of a private detective is very unstable. I no longer need money very much, plus we all come from that world, and it is natural to help our fellow citizens."

Place of origin, hometown. Mutual help among compatriots. It was reasonable. Faced with such sincere words and apology, Klein found it difficult to refuse.

Know it with emotion, move it with reason.

"So, Klein, I hope you can accept my apology and stop worrying about my negligence today."

Confirm both parties to the transaction and emphasize the content of the transaction.

The apology is not limited to the gold pound in hand, so getting anything from yourself is considered a transaction.

Don’t worry about it anymore. My negligence today can be understood as an increase in goodwill, or it can be further twisted into a condition that is more in line with the intention.

"The souls under my control will never complain about my negligence."

"...Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Edward...but it is for nothing. Your apology is too much, and I was not seriously hurt." After a few seconds of silence, Klein controlled himself. He didn't reach out to take the two pieces of paper with the bearer account written on them, but he had already accepted in his heart that the apology from the other party was part of the "deal". He gradually let go of his guard and made the decision to leave Edward W. Walker a few hours ago. En Yuan's decision was forgotten by him, good feelings and recognition quietly emerged from his heart, and there was also a smile on his face.

"I won't use the money. Although I can't help you in any way, you are right. We are fellow villagers and we need to help each other."

Edward smiled nonchalantly and put the two notes away. He put his wallet back into his inner pocket. Just when Klein thought he had given up, he took out... a bunch of rice dumplings? ?

"Today is October 16th. I still remember your country's festival. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival." Facing Klein's surprised gaze, Edward Vaughn was well prepared and said with a smile, "Although it seems that you shouldn't eat on the Double Ninth Festival. Zongzi, you should climb high to enjoy the flowers, right?... And the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival have passed. It’s a pity that I haven’t met you at that time. Originally, I didn’t know much about your culture, but Russell always remembered it, so I also Just remember it. I originally guessed that you might come to Russell's exhibition today, so I prepared in advance. If you don't come, I will also visit you."

"But I don't know your favorite taste... I made it based on the recipe Russell told me. There are sweet and salty, white water rice dumplings, red bean rice dumplings, meat rice dumplings and other flavors. You should like it. Bar?"

"..." If Klein can still refuse money, then this kind of gift is completely irresistible to him. It wasn't until this string of delicate rice dumplings was placed in his hands that he felt his eyes heat up, and a faint sadness filled his heart as if it was blocked.

"...Thank you very much, Mr. Edward."

He used his clown ability to control his facial expressions, control the tears and choked throat, and accepted this strange food in the eyes of others as naturally and friendly as possible. The rice dumplings were still warm, so Klein carefully wrapped them with the scarf he took off, held them in his arms, and said his thanks again seriously: "Thank you, then I'll leave first."

“Hopefully they bring back some memories of home.”

Edward bid farewell to him and said sadly: "I'm going to attend a banquet later. A gentleman who came to settle in Backlund invited me and others to visit his new home. Russell also taught me a lot. Something, you are his fellow countryman, I will give you a taste if I have a chance in the future."

134

"'It's really fun."

On the way to the mansion of Mr. Miller Carter, the initiator of tonight's party, Edward said to himself to the glass on the carriage window: "I didn't buy his soul."

"His soul has been booked by someone else." The reflection on the glass answered him, his expression and tone were very calm, "I also felt the resistance, even if the King of Angels booked his soul, you can't It can't be pried at all, it seems that a true god holds him in his hand."

"Who is the one?"

"Goddess of the Night?" The reflection said to himself, "He has always been connected to the Goddess of the Night, vaguely visible, but it does exist. Interestingly, he used a false identity to show others, claiming to be a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, but he has the connection of the Goddess of the Night. Watching, it reminds me of a special human being.”

"Megoose."

"...You actually remember her name." Edward said with admiration, "I only remember the way she looked with only bones left in the end."

"Although I didn't buy his soul, I succeeded in buying his kindness and trust. If we can confirm who holds his soul, then at least half of our purpose of exploring the person behind it will be accomplished."

"It doesn't matter if you can't buy it. I have a hunch that if you keep him, you can discover more things." Reflection looked like he didn't want to say anything more. When he passed by a bright gas street lamp, he disappeared from the glass.

The reflection returned to normal, and Edward Vaughan sat upright, tilted his head slightly, and adjusted his appearance through the glass. At His feet lies the Backlund specialty that will be given to Mr. Miller Carter tonight. It is not expensive but is thoughtful enough. The carriage galloped smoothly and bumpily on the street. The sky gradually darkened, and the brightly lit mansion was in front of us.

TBC

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*Devil's deal.

He never told a lie, but could not believe a single word.

When we first met, I was induced by the devil's spirituality to have a favorable impression, but it could be washed away above the gray mist. But if you accept the transaction, it means that you have actively accepted the inducement, and you will not notice it even if you are above the gray fog.

Edward and Richard are also a set of comparisons. The angel is dusty, humble and poor, while the devil is friendly, kind, rich and handsome.

Because only demons need to seduce others.

*132-The red angel selling matches is a product of inspiration. Judging from the overall feeling, it is also one of my most satisfying and favorite parts.

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