"As you wish."

The honest man reached out to take out a scroll from the gray burqa. The two demons immediately stepped forward vigilantly and blocked everything behind them. Before coming to the Imprint City, six fingers gave them the order of death. If everything happened three times, they would encounter a more tragic ending than death.

"Don't worry, there is no danger in this scroll - if you know how to use it," the goblin saw that the two goblins wanted to do it, and quickly waved his hand to indicate that there was no danger, but his words did not dispel the concerns of Wanshijisan and his two bodyguards.

"You are holding a messenger scroll." Wanshijisan's head stretched out from behind a bodyguard, glanced at the scroll quickly, and then shrank his head back.

"Well, do you know Altochen? This means that you are probably an old bird." The honest man nodded and said without denying it.

"You can summon a dozen assassins and spies with that scroll. I think I have enough reason to be alert," said the voice of All Time San from behind the demon bodyguard, but in fact, he had already activated the [Invisibility Technique] at this time and hid in the corner of the room.

The goblin looked at the location where everything was three. "In fact, it is the messenger scroll that only the highest member of the express company in Altochen is qualified to have. The terrible guys that can be summoned are far more than just assassins and spies. It seems that you have been away from Imprint City for a while, and you have forgotten that those spies and assassins with no surnames are not the most dangerous ones in Imprint City-"

The honest man said a honest word.

In the Imprint City, spies and assassins are dangerous, but they are just a group of unknown people. The truly dangerous old birds in the Imprint City are all famous guys. They regard fame as armor and signs to provide themselves with means of protection and making money.

"So who are you going to summon?"

"——Of course he is a salesman, who else can it be? Aren't you going to come here to purchase a batch of goods?" The honest man no longer threatened everyone with words, but said very honestly what he did. Yes, while taking out the messenger scroll, he had already completed the summoning conditions. As for whether to open the scroll, it was actually just a way to cover up the eyes and eyes.

The corridor trembled and rattled. "The person I'm looking for for you is here." The goblin put away the scroll and the old god said on the ground.

A demon bodyguard who has done everything three randomly displayed a detective demon eye downstairs. After a while, he said directly: "This little goblin found two people, one of them was a Tifflin..."

Under the pressure of everything, the bodyguard swallowed the word "miscellaneous" and his face became unsightly.

The honest man glanced at the bodyguard and nodded, "It seems that your employer has a way to control you. The dark Lord thought he would give your fate to him for disposal." After saying that, he looked at everything again: "If you have the business of dealing with their bodies in the future, you can contact me at a 20% discount." And just as he was speaking, the two salesmen had already walked to the top of the apartment.

Sure enough, there was one of them, Tifflin.

Most of the Tyvolin people are undoubtedly world-weary villains. They seem to have a pathological hostility towards everything, believing that the entire multiverse world is despising them, so they respond with the same contempt.

The reason for this situation is only their appearance: perhaps because they have cat-like eyes, perhaps because they are waving their tails, perhaps because they have dark green hair or a pair of small horns...

The earliest group of Tifflins did have devilish blood, but there were also some group of Tifflins whose physical changes were caused by environmental reasons, which was also called the "cost of survival": Once humans leave the stable and safe main material plane, their children may experience this physical change.

Unlike most of Cambion, who has demonic blood, Teflin in the Order camp seems to find it difficult to find self-identity. Even though the same creature changes its shape due to planes are everywhere in the multiverse, the Teflins regard these insignificant distinctiveness as a burden on their shoulders.

The Taeflin man came upstairs, a young woman. Although she had sharp ridges on her forearms, she was actually very charming in terms of appearance. If her eyes were not so sharp, she might think that these white bone bulges on the creamy brown skin were just decorations.

The black tights she wore were real dragon scale armor, and her hands were pressed on the hilt of the sword, as if waiting for one of us to discriminate against her race. Just as there was a horned skeleton floating on the chest of the dragon scale armor, this was the symbol of the Doomsday Guardians.

Because the organization is based on the doomsday outlook on life of "everything will eventually be destroyed" - more precisely, a fanatical sentiment towards the collapse, a cold attitude towards the end of the multiverse - it is quite attractive to some Tifflins.

If you have a choice, All Things are San is actually unwilling to deal with the people of the Doomsday Guards. Because whether it is to ease the gradual collapse of existence with clever creativity or to accelerate this process through malicious destruction, people may become their targets of attack.

These people are not only lunatics, but also not like demons. They are a kind of orderly lunatic with faith.

In short, the Doomsday Guards are all perverts.

"Greetings again, sir and ladies." The honest man led the newcomer up to us and said, "Please allow me to introduce Ms. Yasmin of the Order of the Doomsday, and the Crip O'Brothers of the Transcendent Monk."

If Yasmin, a Tiffliner, was a fireball that could explode at any time, then Cripuo would be an iceberg on the brink of collapse. He was an elf, with no age, and a strange calm that was inconsistent with his race. He had crystal green eyes, his hair was clean, and his face was filled with a complicated smile when he bowed.

But he felt that everything was three, but in fact he was ten times more terrifying than the Yasmin next to him: he was the legendary monk who could beat you up while discussing the meticulousness of flower arrangement with you while talking about the simplicity of flowers.

Besides, he was not bare-handed: he had a pair of numbass made of some kind of biological arm bones on his belt, and it was disturbing just by looking at the weapon.

What makes everything worry even more is the organization he belongs to: Zhiranhui, also known as the Miyun.

People in this organization believe that people have too many distractions, and as long as they don’t think randomly, they will naturally hear the mysterious pulsating rhythm of the multiverse. In abstraction, this means that people should think and act naturally; but in reality, this means that the clowns can make instinctive reactions before they perceive things. Their training theory is to do anything without thinking based on intuition.

This also allows people like Cripuo to act reflexively without discussing corresponding strategies in emergencies; at the same time, it also means that they will not weigh the pros and cons and act recklessly.
Chapter completed!