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——In the end, I successfully reached a deal with that human being and let him go. To be precise, it was compensation. He had to do something for me. I felt that I was the victim from the beginning to the end of this matter.

:Mr. Nightmare got into my dream, and I entertained him thoughtfully. I was just here to help my ally Shenjing, and I didn’t intend to cause trouble. But he lost my things. Of course, this is not important, the important thing is him

Why didn't he restrain his curiosity and insist on taking a look while packing?

He saw something he shouldn't have seen and will be punished. In addition to exposing me, it is also because Russell made an agreement with me when he was awake. I cannot spread the contents of the diary, especially the parts involving secrecy and the starry sky.

I also need to help him pay attention to monitoring those who can understand his diary and spread it without understanding the sinister nature of it, causing panic and chaos, unless authorized by Russell himself.

This is my deal with Him.

He hopes that the humans and mid- and low-sequence Extraordinaries in this world can live safely without knowing anything. At least the real fellow villagers from the old days will not laugh when they read His diary.

Then suddenly he lost control, went crazy, died, and exploded into pieces of flesh.

Of course, I can teach His diary to others to a certain extent, but I cannot spread it a second time, and I cannot teach anyone Chinese. That gray notebook was a hundred years ago, and it was still used by me to teach catechism.

Check the used materials. Why is it still in my conscious world? Do I care? Or is it the handiwork of "someone" or "something"? This is not good and needs to be hammered down.

Frankly speaking, I regret my behavior in cultivating him. My purpose was just to let him gather the remnants of the Temperance sect for my use, take away the anchor of the Bound God, and fight against the Rose School under the control of the Mother Tree. I think

I need an obedient subordinate, just like their name: puppet. But he always has his own ideas, such as leading my sect to do charity. The reverse influence of long-term believers on the gods has added a lot of chaos to me.

Know what it means to be an anchor.

Moreover, a charitable foundation was established nearly two hundred years ago and received a large amount of funding from Russell, who was already the consul at that time.

Which devil is doing charity? It's me, so that's okay.

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I remember that when He was still more like Him, He was always persistent in teaching me Chinese, and he was so fussy about my accent, which I felt was tasteless.

"You still long to hear your mother tongue." I said.

"Of course." He asked me, "Don't you hope so?"

"I think it's okay." I answered truthfully, "The Kingdom of Loen is very similar to my hometown in the seventeenth century. Even the pollution fog that never dissipates after the industrial revolution is becoming more and more similar, just like at home. You

The alienation is probably because the world as a whole is Western-style. If this was an ancient Eastern country, you would definitely have a sense of belonging."

Russell curled his lips: "What you said makes sense, but your translation accent in Chinese is so bad that I just want to laugh."

"Your spoken English is also very bad. I heard that your country has an English professional level exam. I guess you failed." I tit for tat, hurting each other, "The writers and inventors whose works you have magically changed must be lined up.

If I want to beat you, I can line up from Trier all the way to Backlund."

"Damn, stop talking about this." Russell waved his hand quickly, "Matilda is pregnant, I'm going to have a third child! Congratulate me!"

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But, but - I know that someone is influencing me.

If I am not wearing the skin of a devil, if I am the real body, not a clone as weak as one of my hands, if I come with a real person, that quill and its current holder are writing about me

At the first word of , it will explode to pieces and die completely. But without so many ifs, I can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden now.

——After all, the Angel of the Abyss has always been unpopular. Because I like to run around and do whatever I want. I don’t have the restraint of mythical creatures, and I always destroy the games between gods. I still walk as carelessly as I did in the Fourth Age.

On the ground, he never shied away from human eyes, and never cared that his arrival symbolized disaster and bloodshed.

Mr. Nightmare also had traces of distortion on his body. He happened to come into my dream and dropped my notebook. I don’t know what the writer wanted to do. What’s the point of arranging a Sequence 7 by my hand?

But he thought he could take advantage of me by offering me a blood sacrifice. The last person to be so stupid and naive was Russell, so I warned him.

Now Russell is probably scolding me every day in the mausoleum.

Although His inventions and creations are spread all over the world, people use the light bulbs and various props he developed, watch His operas and novels, and both nobles and commoners play the games He created, but those who believe in Him are classified as cults

His only anchors were my charity, which received the grant, and a few higher-ups in my denomination—they thought I had a good relationship with Him, and indeed, the children at the charity would thank me in weekly prayers.

Great Emperor Russell, recite his name, and also recite mine. These tiny anchors throughout the world are his last straw.

The Black Emperor is insignificant, and his self-deceptive conscience saves him.

He is awake, I know. I am very happy that He is awake, because in this way, this great consul, His Majesty the Emperor, who made a deal with the devil, can listen to the prayers of children and the weak in the lightless mausoleum.

Day after day, he struggled desperately in the gap between sanity and madness, thinking over and over again of the crimes he had committed and the sea of ​​blood he had created with his own hands.

...how pleasing to the eye.

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Dunn pinched the bridge of his nose and yawned slightly, feeling that he seemed a little lack of energy today.

But this is normal. I was busy investigating witch-related cases with Klein Moretti all day yesterday, and even followed him to the morgue to channel Mrs. Sharon. But Mrs. Sharon’s spirit has disappeared.

Without a trace, it was too late to go. In the afternoon, I was busy writing reports to the church, assisting the police in handling the scene of the incident, and preventing copycat crimes. In the early morning, I kept going to the lunatic asylum to visit Hood Eugen, and in the evening

He has to patrol Tingen's dreamland and digest the nightmare potion as usual. The whole day is so fulfilling that even a sleepless person can understandably feel tired.

In order to refresh and confirm, Dunn silently recalled the food he had seen in his dream last night: pan-fried lamb chops with lemon juice, milk tea with enough milk to make it very sweet, steak with black pepper sauce, and fish and chips, which were expensive.

Highland black tea, smoked salmon sandwich, milk sponge cake, biscuits...

Thinking of this, he habitually checked himself and found that although his body was exhausted, his spirit was actually better than ever! The "Nightmare" potion seemed to have been completely integrated into his body, and he felt that his control over power had actually reached

Best condition ever!

I have completely mastered the potion! My efforts during this period have not been in vain, Klein's method is indeed effective... A hint of surprise appeared in his deep eyes, and a certain figure flashing through his mind made him calm down again.

But the always steady Nighthawk Captain could not hide his joy. He stood up from his chair and walked back and forth in the office several times.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Someone knocked on the door of the office, and Cornley poked his head out of the door, "Captain! Old Neil brought Mrs. Salister's snacks, including your favorite pies and sorbets.

Mrs. Salister made it specially for you, come out and eat! You were late last time!"

Dunn was delighted. Although he maintained the captain's reserve and composure, his pace involuntarily accelerated by half a minute.

Cohen happily opened the door to get out of the way, leading his captain to the lively lounge. When going downstairs, Dunn accidentally glanced out the window and happened to see a gentleman passing by the night watcher's small building.

The two met each other's eyes by chance. Dunn nodded subconsciously to the other person, and the other person also pressed the brim of his hat in greeting very kindly.

The figures of Cornley and Dunn soon disappeared from the window.

Edward loosened the brim of his hat, looked at the small building with the sign "Blackthorn Security Company", and said to himself: "Is this it?"

"This turned out to be the stronghold of the Nighthawks, and the hero who destroyed the God's Plan was here?" He said with a hint of appreciation, "This is right, this is good. When disaster strikes, there must be someone who makes a desperate struggle.

The most perfect thing is to hold hope and fall into despair inch by inch. I really want to make this city my own more and more."

He listened carefully and heard the nightmare say in a calm and joyful voice: "I have mastered the "Nightmare" potion. This month, our Nighthawks team may submit a second special application." And then.

There was a burst of noisy cheers, boos, slaps on the shoulders and hugs, vague blessings that seemed to have something in their mouths, and the repeated mention of a name - "Daly".

Followed by "lady", human female, his love interest?

Thinking back to last night, all he showed was a sense of justice and an outstanding spirit of self-sacrifice. Edward thought with interest, but those voices were too complicated. Human voices were always messy and lacked enough value, so he only listened to

I no longer care in two seconds.

"Okay, Nightmare can help me monitor the movements of the Nighthawks, and I can know about any emergencies as soon as possible. The matter is basically completed. Next, do you want to visit that daring human?"

In a certain house with a red chimney and a garden, he was flipping through his notebook and adding a new sentence: "...It is understandable that Dunn saw the Angel of the Abyss in his dream, which unfortunately made him feel unhappy. He was criticized for this.

Quite covert control and hints, which is in line with Ince Zangwill's expectations." The former Archbishop of the Night sneezed unexpectedly and felt a chill.

TBC

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*Thank you for your support! Don’t aim too high, focus on the plot. If you can complete the book, it will be considered a success.jpg

*With the help of effective anchors and alien gods, Russell did not sleep all the time like in the original work, but was half awake and half asleep, but half the time when awake he was crazy. In the tomb to Edward

Vaughn's carving of a tombstone was one of his few acts that kept him awake.

It is now September 5th, and there are still 4 days until God descends.
Chapter completed!