631

In Pritz Harbor, a young man with dark hair and dark eyes, thin face and monocle glasses rode a bicycle and returned home leisurely and leisurely.

With a clear smile, he opened the mailbox and took out the newspaper and letters inside.

After entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle glasses on his right eye, unpacked the envelope while walking, and looked at the contents while walking until he found a letter without a signature:

"If we all lost contact in Beckland, it means that there is a possibility that Pales Soloasde is hidden near Berklund Street in the North.

"Don't ask why we are taking risks, life always requires some excitement, fun and expectation."

...

Amon wore a local garland straw hat, a local tabal shirt and jacket, bent over and watched the brown-skinned local people dig out small blue crabs as big as a quarter of their palm from the beach and the sea, and put them in a carry-on basket.

People who dig crabs live. (emphasis)

This small seaside city that can be visited in half a day after riding a bicycle has not yet fully popularized all aspects of the "Regulations on the Reemployment Management of Death Biology". The newly built church of Death God has no zenith, and there is only one Sequence 7 and a few ordinary people.

The summoned necro creatures are usually enough to maintain public order. If you can attract more creatures to participate in production activities, the spirituality will be at its bottom.

Participating in such farmhouse-like activities can indeed bring freshness. Although it is boring to do inefficient things with humans most of the time, at least it is really encouraging to dig out some real food from farmhouse activities.

In the research direction of "research and understanding that is most interested in humans", Amon thought in the end and chose food. Because both literature and art are too abstract, and no matter how rich Amon's knowledge is, it is impossible to cover all the delicious foods in the world. Even if he can cover everything through his clone, it is difficult to have a corresponding sense of reality between clones, because Meng doesn't care. Therefore, in order to find some fun in the boring and unchanging Amon's life, he began to turn his attention to flavors and delicacies that he didn't know much.

"Is this going to take it back for food?"

He couldn't help asking, and reached out to try to say hello to the little crabs who were constantly crawling out in his backpack. The crab's pliers could always cut from his fingertips at the critical moment and clamp other similar ones.

The civilians living on the coast of the South China chuckled at the young man from the North China who was slightly sun-tanned:

"Take it back and pickle it."

The "change of ownership" of the Sun's authority, or "return", caused a small commotion in Amon's group, and there was also a full-monarch referendum that took the opportunity to cast a bad luck in Trier to check the situation. The body seemed not very happy to see all this, because he had always hated the real Creator and persisted in cleaning up the city-states in the Eastern Continent that had converted to the real Creator and destroyed these only positive anchors. The Holy Word Angel was also unable to resist. He estimated that the real Creator was actually the "dark angel" who had also seized benefits.

Faced with the East Mainland, which is now regaining the sunshine and may lead to collective conversion, he is not clear about his original idea.

I heard that the original name "The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, is one and ten thousand, the beginning and the end, the God of the gods, the dominant of the vast astral world" can also respond to it to a certain extent, proving that the real Creator of the present has overlapped with the original Creator to some extent. Amon was a little curious about the idea of ​​the original entity - do he think that "the Creator will return one day" and it doesn't matter, or do he think that the "dark angel" has blasphemed his father and was angry?

He didn't know, but not to say anything else, when the sun returned to the Creator's hand, Amon felt relieved, and he finally felt that this "father" could make a good call.

Otherwise, even if Adam and history testify, he will still feel awkward and will even continue to be influenced by ontological thinking and constantly develop resentment towards the real Creator.

Amon asked again in a skilled Dutan language: "How do you eat this one so small?"

As far as he knows, crabs must be eaten by peeling the shell.

"Marinated with spices and wine, it will become a fresh and sweet delicacy next year. It can be made into soup or mashed for seasoning."

"Eat the shell? Mash it?"

Amon poked these small crabs with his hand, which were not big but very hard, with their shells: "It will take a long time to soak the shells softly, right?"

"Yes, it will take about several months or even a year."

In other words, save the past and then take out the marinated food? It’s a very common way of storing food... Amon tried to conceive a paper’s proposal report in his mind. Some people went out to do independent research for nearly a year and had not even drawn the cake for the proposal report. He didn’t admit who it was. But as soon as he put the manuscript paper in his mind, he was disturbed by the next sentence of an old man from the Southern Mainland:

"Do you want to give it a try? With rice and delicious soup with marinated seasonings from blue crab, you are a kind and generous gentleman, and I will entertain you with the best containers at home."

Amon was so alert that he immediately pinched his right eye socket and laughed:

“I’m very willing to try.”

"But, well, just give me a normal bowl."

632

Klein took off his hat and put it on his head. A "teleport" appeared in a director's office at the "Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund" at 22 Paisfiel Street.

Audrey had already changed back to her light green dress, holding a pen, staring blankly, savoring every detail of the punishment action at noon, while the golden-retriever dog Susie finished her mission and went out for a walk.

Suddenly, the noble girl had a premonition and raised her head.

In her clear and green eyes, a figure with black hair and brown eyes, a thin face and deep facial features quickly emerged.

The figure was wearing a white shirt, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. He looked cold, pressed his hands on the top hat and bowed his body slightly.

Audrey was stunned at first, and then she remembered who the person was.

German Sparo!

Although she had never met the other person directly before, she had seen a very real wanted order for the portrait painting in several newspapers.

According to Miss Justice's reaction, Klein realized that he had not changed back to Dwayne Dontes, but he didn't care much about it. He let go of the palm of his hat, straightened his body, nodded and said:

"There is something you need help."

——His disguise was also stolen by Amon, but after the other party "restarted", he was returned, but he didn't care about changing back to Downe Dontes.

Mr. "World", who is already a demigod, needs my help? His mental problems are in trouble and need treatment? No, it doesn't look like... Audrey pursed her lips, put down her pen with curiosity and expectation, stood up, and responded seriously:

“No problem.”

Klein did not say anything, immediately walked over and grabbed Miss Justice's arm. Then, the figures of the two faded inch and disappeared inch by inch.

...

After the split of the spoils, Richard felt that this time he had some gains. Seeing that the other party seemed to have to find other helpers, he took a few dead insects and his small suitcase that had not changed for a hundred years to leave Dawn Dontez with a wink.

As for the follow-up actions of those who have been parasitized by Amon, Richard felt that since Mr. X could find an angel from the thief to deal with this Amon clone, it would be easy to steal the memories and adverse reactions of these people.

He put his hand in his pocket and fiddled with the spoils tied to mummies. This treatment is much easier to use than the spiritual wall, and can effectively prevent spiritual dissipation and even weaken the extraordinary aggregation effect to a certain extent, but it can be done only in a limited way.

"These things are easy to find sellers, and they can be sold for at least 10,000 pounds. The 'error', 'grafting', and 'fate' are very useful no matter which one they draw. They can be made into talismans and sold to adults who cherish their lives, or to those families who secretly need 'time insects' in secret..."

Richard hummed a small tune, his mouth curled up:

"Hey, I wonder how many of these time insects actually come from those families?"

"And who is that 'stealer' angel? Anyway, it's not from the Amon family, it's a stranger outside of history?"

He walked a few steps on the street, enjoying the street scene of Beckland, which was much more depressed than the last time, and could not help but gloat while exerting limited sympathy to the common people. Then, He stopped and stopped in front of a cake shop.

Richard's brow frowned.

"demon?"

The feeling of the adjacent path is too obvious, and the malicious intention cannot be hidden at all. The cake shop sign is painted with the icon of "Fetus Food Processing Factory". In addition to the mouth-watering delicious pastries, there are also recruitment notices on the poster. The food factory business has also been affected by the depression economy, but recruitment advertisements are still hanging. In the eyes of people today, recruitment advertisements are synonymous with hope.

The shop is still in a constant stream, from the cheapest honey cake of 1p per piece to the light cream fruit cake of about 1sul, the Fetus Food Factory is aimed at all classes. Even the middle class, who already seem a little stretched in the war, is willing to buy a honey cake or cream bread for some cheap and delicious enjoyment.

And the best-selling products now are scraps sold in bags.

"...The devil dares to enter the house?"

Richard frowned and looked at the shop—there was no problem with cakes and food, there was no chronic poison, nor any bad items. Only the clerk with purple hair fell to the ground after being swept by His eyes, foaming at the mouth like an epilepsy patient.

So that's how it is. The demons have quietly climbed up to the top of people's heads, started business, opened factories, and used money to buy lives... They did so well, and they probably had secretly established relationships with many nobles by giving away shares. And people's pursuit of them is the recognition of the devil's behavior, and people's ignorance of the deceased is the permission to give sacrifices to the demon.

Unfortunately, the Rose School basically does not have such a business brain, and even moderation cannot save their pitiful IQ and vision.

After all, "self-control" is just a way of acting, a high moral requirement for oneself, or a social atmosphere. How could there be really idiots using this plan to govern the country?

Richard thought regretfully.

Many of them even disagree that they would immediately drive away the remaining Intis garrison and force the new Intis government to recognize the independence of the Highland Kingdom. They are still expecting that the New Intis Parliament can give the Highland more human rights and status. They are unwilling to learn from the Bayan Empire next door to make self-improvement without understanding the role of law and governance. Is it meaningful to be a terrorist?

It's no different from two hundred years ago!

The Angel of Temperance has expressed affirmation of their behavior and views: "I am going on a business trip now, so you can wait for me." After he is ready to go back, he will show his strength to the Rose School... to be prepared to win people with virtue.

Just as Richard was thinking about whether to sell the worm of time after he went back or to win people with virtue first, his attention was suddenly disrupted again, and he subconsciously looked at the residence of Dawn Dances, Berklund Street, just now.

"It turned out to be you, Renette Tinicol!"

Feeling this familiar breath, Richard almost laughed out loud:

"I just said why Mr. X has a high-sequence breath and imprint of prisoner paths. I just said why the temperate faction that fled to the North mainland seems to have the courage to continue fighting with me again, which made me think it was Sharon who grew up. It turned out to be you, Renette!"

"You are really...doing your best!"

Sure enough, even if you die, I still can't understand you. It's obviously the national religion, but I can't survive in my country, and I still have to take on that kind of restrained air. I don't hate you for regarding faith above the country. After all, piety is the only virtue of God's favor... I only hate people like you who are naturally enjoying the support of the whole country as the national religion, and you need to fight but have a higher faith than the country and the people.

I thought that after you become a creature in the spiritual world, you will be more scrupulous and stop thinking about participating in the battles of living people when you die. I didn’t expect that you would still have to protect your remnants of the temperance faction when you reach this point.

It’s so pious and kind, worthy of admiration! Richard laughed a few times in his heart.

"Did you go to be a messenger? Or a contracted creature?"

"If Mr. X doesn't mind, I will kill Renette directly. Wouldn't I just go and be a messenger?" Richard started to laugh again, and his sneer looked like a devil. "It seems that he can only let the temperate faction continue to split, and he still has to deal with it."

"What are you laughing at on the road?"

A voice made Richard come back to his senses. The memory of being distracted in class and criticized by the teacher suddenly died with his eyes open. Richard immediately showed an impeccable business smile and looked forward without changing his face.

"Why are you holding a trumpet?"

"I need a horn to do business."

Edward glanced at his unfilial doctoral student with anger: "Why are you there too?"

"I'm on a business trip."

"I'm idle now?"
To be continued...