Chapter 47 Red Evil Spirit

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When he woke up for the first time, 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 level 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, the match was extinguished, the Lord's figure and the light were extinguished together, and the shadow of the enemy in the distance turned into curls of green smoke, rising, rising, and scattering.

When he woke up for the second time, the red evil spirit lit a second match. This time he learned the lesson and held the flame with his hands 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 appointed by the Lord, the king of kings.

The Lord was seriously injured and mutilated, and he was not in good spirits. This was a very difficult time, but with the Lord and Ouroleus by his side, there was still some peace of mind. The Black Emperor sat on the throne and looked down.

With all living beings, he and the Lord respect each other, recognize each other, and form a true alliance. They share the throne of one body and two sides, and are hostile to the six evil gods on the distant earth. Although the Red Angel insists that no one can compare to the Lord, he still obediently

He temporarily named himself under Solomon's command. The red of war swept the earth, and strict iron laws set the shackles of survival. Although he was a little depressed, the days were still brisk, and hope seemed to be right in front of him.

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.

It is easy for the three-in-one hunter to light a fire, but a dead fire full of resentment is not as bright as this vibrant light. However, most things in the world cannot be what people want. There is no wind, but the darkness of the basement does not know when to seep in.

A drop of rain fell impartially on the fire. The fire erupted into 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, like the hot magma that spewed out after the earth trembled. The evil god launched judgment, the throne collapsed, and the Lord also roared in mourning for his allies.

, the secret prayer people also shed bright red tears from their ears and eyes. As red as the blood that flowed into their eyes on the day they died, as red as the day when they were born as evil spirits, and the Ya who was crowned here.

The crown on Lista Tudor's head and the crazy fire in her eyes.

The red evil spirit smacked his lips. He reached out to touch the last match on the body of the descendant of Tuduo. This time he wanted to block the wind and the rain on it. But when he picked up the last match, he found that the blood that had seeped out had already

It has been wetted and there will no longer be light here.

Another 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 snorted: "He runs so fast and is a fortune teller. Could it be that he is a descendant of Antigonus? It's not because this poor place can't get anything out. If not even the Red Priest's Blasphemous Card

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 chatting away the time, mixed with ridicule of each other's embarrassing situation and the usual insults to the gods. After a while, Medici's right cheek opened and a mouth opened, and Einhorn

He did not participate in the punctual hunter communication between the two of them that clocked in every day, but after He appeared, Medici and Sauron gradually stopped talking, and the eyes shared by the three souls turned to the only door in the room.

somebody is coming.

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Before the end of the Russell Memorial Exhibition, Edward happened to see Klein at the exit after finishing the visit. He still needed to maintain a certain friendly relationship with him. Although Klein acted a little raw and unnatural, that was not important.

You just have to do what you need to do.

According to his guess, as long as he carefully explains the grudge between Bernadette and himself, and then expresses his apology to him. These may not be effective enough, then - the devil can basically detect it from others.

Types of desires, in order to formulate plans to seduce and degenerate. Klein... seems... quite short of money, and he seems to be spending a lot of money in the short term. Private detective is not a very profitable job. From his recent past,

From his 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 less than one pound of entrustment to make ends meet. However, for humans, the more 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 my negligence 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 party is only a high-sequence, Sequence 3 or 4, and is not an angel... Also, how can angels be so ubiquitous? Klein hesitated for a moment, but Bernadette's glance did not

He didn't suffer too much harm, and the divination on the gray mist also showed that they would not have any intersection in the future, so he thought of evading: "You don't have to be so polite..." He glanced at the note and suddenly stopped talking.

After a moment, it was only the clown's control that kept him from being stunned 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 he 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 don't need money very much anymore, and besides, we all come from that world, and it is natural to help our compatriots."

The place of origin, hometown, and mutual help between compatriots. It was reasonable and 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 me anymore. Today's negligence can be understood as an increase in goodwill, or it can be further twisted into conditions that are 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 other party's apology was part of the "deal". He gradually let go of his guard and separated from Edward Waugh, which he had made 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 away the two notes. 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 made preparations 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 exquisite rice dumplings was put into his hands that he felt his eyes heat up and his heart felt hot.

A faint sadness filled the air, as if it was blocked.

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

He used his clown ability to control his facial expressions, control his 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 used his own

Wrap them carefully in the scarf, hold them in your arms, and thank you seriously again: "Thank you, then I'll go first."

"Hopefully they can remind you of some of the flavors 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 villager, I will give you a try if I have a chance in the future."

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"'That's fun."

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

"His soul has been booked by someone else." The reflection on the glass answered him, with a very calm expression and tone, "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 her bones in the end."

"Although I didn't buy his soul, I successfully bought his friendliness and trust. If we can confirm who owns his soul, then at least half of our purpose of exploring the person behind it will be accomplished."

"It doesn't matter if he can't buy it. I have a hunch that we can discover more things if we keep him." 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 Vaughn sat up straight, tilted his head slightly, and adjusted his appearance through the glass. At his feet was the Backlund specialty that he was going to give to Mr. Miller Carter tonight.

It's not expensive but it's thoughtful enough. The carriage runs smoothly and bumpily on the street. The sky is getting dark, and the brightly lit mansion is in front of you.

TBC

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*Devil's deal.

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

If you are induced by the devil's spirituality to have a favorable impression when you first meet, it can be washed away when you are above the gray fog. But if you accept the deal, it means that you have actively accepted the inducement, and you will not notice it when 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 an explosion of inspiration. Judging from the overall feeling, it is also one of my most satisfying and favorite parts.
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