Chapter 117 The End of Adela

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Human emotions, Amon is very interested in this topic.

He leaned against the wall, pushed up his glasses, and asked, "Are you regretting not collecting her soul?"

He thought Edward would nod, but he didn't expect that the other party would deny it without hesitation.

"Being a unique soul is worthy of me taking a second look, but if you want to become a human being that I collect, it is far from qualified."

So Amon thought seriously and asked rationally: "Is Richard Ernst the only person on this planet that you think is worth collecting?"

Edward hummed, not reacting much to the name. His fingers tapped on the armrest lightly, and he seemed to have some ideas: "I'm still more optimistic about him, although I don't think he will live to be collected by me."

Time, no, He will certainly not survive."

"Resist colonialism and support independence, and you will never escape the consequences."

"Disrespecting gods and awakening people will inevitably lead to death."

The evening sun shone on the devil. The devil used his hand to block the sun shining on his face. His black eyes narrowed slightly, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "There are so many reasons to want him to die."

There is a way, or in other words, there is no need for a reason to eradicate the cult. Richard should even thank the weak and incompetent Temperance Faction and the dead Highland Princess. If she is still alive, the gods will definitely choose between him and Richard."

"One is the remnant of the party who may be destroyed by the indulgence faction at any time, and the leader of the temperance faction clings to the lap of the Seven Gods to survive. The other is a cult angel who has strong influence among the people at the bottom but does not listen to God's words. Who should be eliminated?

, it’s very clear who to choose.”

Amon was tired of standing, so he moved a chair and sat down. He sat at the junction of sunlight and shadow, took out a gemstone from his pocket and looked at the sunlight carefully. The sunlight was refracted into countless tiny spots of light, which fell on the bedroom.

in every corner.

"His ideas and thoughts were all taught by you." Amon closed one eye, "Is this his 'future' that you expect?"

What I'm looking forward to? What I'm looking forward to is watching His destiny go on naturally and heading towards His due ending, whether the result is death or something else.

For people like Richard Ernst who have already awakened, even if I don't convey the thoughts of the old era, he himself will find his way onto this path sooner or later. The awakened humans have proven that they are still the same as in the past.

Such a tireless pursuit of happiness, but this time the dream will not come true, and the theory will be defeated by the world. He will not be the first, nor will he be the last, but there is no doubt that he is the strongest and most capable and capable of action.

The one who is determined... But look, the greatest ideas of mankind in the past have been denied by today's world, making it difficult to move forward, or even destroyed. Isn't this evidence of the decline of human civilization?

"In what I see of His future..."

Killed by Si'a, killed by the righteous gods and their angels, killed by the temperance faction supported by the Seven Gods, died in the doomsday, died in pollution...

"...It's already pitch black and there's no way to go."

When he began to think about Richard's ending, he suddenly thought of Adela again.

When Adela was still alive, she didn't have much prejudice against Richard's former slave status, but she didn't have much respect for him. She treated him like an ordinary person. After all, Richard was a demigod who had regained his freedom at that time. But

Their ideas and beliefs often conflict. The flower born in the royal family is not a weak and ignorant little white flower. What she absorbs during her growth is not dew, but the bone marrow and flesh of the people and slaves.

Two days before her death, it seemed that the hiding place of her maternal grandparents and family was discovered by Russell's soldiers.

And the one who led the soldiers to search and clean up was of course "himself".

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Dark halls, empty mansions.

The sky outside the window was dark, and she fell to the ground, with the dagger stabbed into her heart. She felt the breeze blowing on her face, sniffing the fragrance of flowers and blood. The burgundy skirt spread on the ground, like a blooming flower.

Failed flower.

She has not yet breathed her last, with an extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful smile on her face because she got what she wanted. Time has not dimmed her beauty. The devil is half-kneeling beside him in silence. He has not expected this situation and is thinking about it.

The question is to save or not to save.

"You don't have to...save me." Adela said softly, stopping the demon's possible actions. Blood rose from her throat, but she still had room to finish her sentence.

"I'm very happy...so no need, save me."

The devil thought for a while, but chose to ask his most curious question in the last moment: "Why did you commit suicide?"

Adela laughed, coughing up blood and laughing at the same time.

"Because I... love you like this so much!"

"So I can't tolerate loving my enemies so madly!"

Like a flashback, her jewel-like green eyes suddenly lit up, reflecting the distant candlelight in the candlestick on the wall.

She didn't know where the strength came from, raised her arm, and touched His cheek with her blood-stained fingers, leaving several long blood marks.

Her eyes were a little obsessed: "As expected of a devil..."

"Until now, I still think you... are so perfect..."

The end of this sentence fell together with the arm, like a grain of sand falling in the wind, and lost its trace in the blink of an eye.

She is dead, the devil thought. She will never talk to him again.

But he didn't get the answer yet, so after a few seconds of silence, the devil slowly stood up and asked a corner of the hall:

"Why did your mother commit suicide?"

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On Saturday morning, the air was chilly. The school had gone on winter vacation, but Aaliyah, who was unwilling to stay out and couldn't go home, had already completed the detention procedures and was still living in an empty dormitory.

She didn't want to take the 3-penny public carriage, so she got up early and walked all the way from Backlund University City to the East District.

She used her scholarship to buy two portions of meatloaf from the cafeteria, eating one while walking and holding the other in her arms to take to Miss Maria.

After entering the East District from a street with relatively good security, she skillfully turned a few corners, passed through alleys and residential areas, and came to a processing factory under Maria's name. When there were no disputes or legal commissions to deal with,

, Maria always stays in school or factory.

Miss Maria obtained her lawyer's license ten years ago. At that time, she used the identity of a "disciple of the Goddess of the Night" because only female believers of the Goddess of the Night could not be treated differently when looking for a job. Although the Church of Steam also supports

Women go out to work, but their influence in Loen has not exceeded that of the Church of Night and Storm.

Sure enough, she found Maria in the factory, but she was too busy talking to other people to disturb her.

With Miss Maria's abilities, if she continues step by step, even if it will be more difficult for women in the workplace, she should be a famous senior lawyer now...a senior lawyer with an annual salary of 800 to 1,000 pounds...Alia looked at

The other party's burqa, which was stained with oil, was stunned.

A man carrying a box noticed her standing in a daze in the open space at the entrance of the factory, and took the initiative to say hello: "Alia?"

Aaliya quickly turned around and saw two boxes stacked together, a pair of hands lifting the boxes and a lower body wearing thick jeans. She didn't expect who this was for a moment, and then she suddenly realized the memory voice:

"Admissor?"

Bump! The two boxes were piled into the corner. Admissor shook his arms and hands and turned around: "It is indeed Aria."

Aria was suddenly curious: "You didn't even see me, how did you know it was mine?"

"This is a secret." Admissor said in a pretentious manner, then put his hands to his mouth and whispered, "This is the power of my potion."

"I also know that you are very lucky today, but I don't know what will happen specifically."

"You used to stagger when walking, but now you can lift two boxes at once. The magic potion is really magical." Aaliyah covered her mouth and smiled, chatting happily with her fellow villagers, and even asked with some expectation, "What if you become a

Extraordinary person, can I also obtain such power in the future?"

She still didn't give up her plan to join the Pilgrimage Sect, even though the people around her wanted her to live safely.

Admissor also thought so, so he paused slightly and said with some worry: "Isn't your dream to become a female teacher? Your belief on the ID card is also the goddess of the night. You will definitely be able to find a job in the future.

Stable and rewarding job.”

"Public school teachers have a weekly salary of 4 pounds. With bonuses and subsidies, your annual salary is at least 200 pounds. After you have stabilized your life, you can save some money and donate it to us, or come to a charity school to provide education.

Late……"

Yes, 200 pounds is enough for a single lady to live a good life. As long as she does not spend extravagance and waste, she will definitely be able to save enough pension money before retirement. This is an amount that I have never dared to think about... and it has been the same since I was a child.

Now the wish has finally reached the point where it is within reach - Aaliya smiled sheepishly and said firmly:

"Not just money, knowledge and status, I want to have more power to help others."

"Just like the leaders and others helped us."

Admissor knew that he could not change the other person's mind, so he nodded reluctantly and made a suggestion: "Actually, you don't have to be very powerful. There are also ways to be good at knowledge. You can choose to become a "reader". This

It can make you smarter and master and understand knowledge faster.”

I heard from Miss Maria that the famous detective "Eisinger Stanton" seems to be an Extraordinary person in this path. His rank is not too high, but this old man is very outstanding and is very likely to be someone from Backlund.

The organizers of some secret gatherings, and they are suspected of not belonging to the church, which is thought-provoking... It can be seen that even mid- to low-sequence Extraordinaries can make a difference as long as they are arranged in the right place.

Is this still possible? Aria's eyes lit up. She also had doubts about whether she could become as strong as Miss Maria. After all, she was still an ordinary woman, and she had done the most cruel things.

It means killing chickens and fishes.

She was about to ask in detail when she saw Miss Maria sending the people she was talking to to the door. Both parties seemed to be in a good mood, and they must have successfully completed an order.

Maria sent away the client, stretched out refreshed, then looked at the two young people chatting in the corner, and said with a smile: "Aliya, you are here to ask about Admisor's return."

Is it about village affairs?”
To be continued...