Turning his head slightly, he saw a child holding a newspaper that still smelled of ink, running and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Excuse me, the kingdom officially declares war on Fusac!"
Leonard took a breath and looked a little confused.
At this moment, a voice came from the bottom of his heart, "Boy, you are so useless and you still want to pick up a witch?"
Caught off guard and being exposed, Leonard was stunned for a moment, then turned red and said, "Old man, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"We are one." Grandpa Pales smiled, "Do you think you can hide your little tricks from me?"
"As I said, I don't know what you are talking about." Leonard muttered, speeding up his pace unconsciously.
As a 'Nighthawk', he is obsessed with a witch. If the goddess finds out, she will definitely impose divine punishment, right?
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I'm having random thoughts.
Leonard walked around the corner and happened to meet a black-haired young man with blood-red eyes and a blood cross armband.
With a bang, the two of them bumped into each other.
"Sorry, sorry." Leonard, who had lost his concentration due to a guilty conscience, quickly apologized.
Emlyn, who hurried to the warehouse to prepare the potion, forgave this reckless human and waved his hand, "Be careful next time. If you are in a good mood today, I won't argue with you."
After saying that, I left without thinking.
However, Pales, who was parasitic on Leonard, suddenly said: "Boy, this little bat is a little weird. The ring on his hand is of a very high level. It is most likely a level 0 sealed object!"
"What!" Leonard was shocked when he heard this.
But his long years of work experience allowed him to quickly suppress his emotions and said calmly: "In that case...goodbye, I wish you a happy day."
Hearing that the other party had surrendered so simply, the arrogance on Emlyn's face became more and more obvious. He held his head high and walked away with his hands in his pockets.
Leonard stood still, looking at the other person's figure in the distance and narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Old man." He spoke softly, "How much credit can you get for nipping the danger in the bud?"
"I suggest you go back to the church immediately and report it." Grandpa Pales said in a dull tone.
Leonard shook his head, "Even if you report it, you have to investigate it in advance. If there is really danger, you won't just sit idly by and watch, right?"
"You threaten me?" Grandpa Pales asked.
"No, we are one." Leonard rubbed his hands, "Isn't your strength my strength?"
Grandpa Pales listened and remained silent for a long time.
At the end, I sighed quietly.
Leonard immediately smiled, his smile extremely bright.
Only through contribution can one be promoted and become stronger.
Today, it is my fault, Leonard Mitchell, to make a meritorious deed!
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"Mr. White!"
"The raw materials for the healing potion are temporarily out of stock and need to be urgently dispatched from other places!"
"There are too many wounded people in the East District, please support us."
A certain trading house of the Blood Tribe temporarily became the headquarters of the Blood Cross Rescue Team. As soon as he entered, Emlyn was surrounded by all the Blood Tribe members.
This feeling made Emlyn very uncomfortable.
But, it’s so exciting!
The reason for the discomfort is that he has an eccentric nature, does not like to socialize, and only keeps company with dolls.
The reason why he feels so good is that he feels so valued, which allows him to realize the value of his life, as he prides himself on being extraordinary.
What Emlyn didn't notice was that among the many Vampire members, there was a sweet-looking Vampire girl who quietly pinched her eyes and smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth.
After pondering for a moment, she straightened her expression and came forward with a stack of parchment, "Hey, Emlyn, these are the documents you need to sign."
Emlyn glanced at the vampire girl and said slightly dissatisfied: "Miss Jenny, now I am the head of the Blood Cross Rescue Team, please call me Mr. White."
"Yes, yes, respected Mr. White." The vampire girl smiled disdainfully, her perfunctory expression evident.
A few blue veins appeared on Emlyn's forehead.
Among the vampires of his generation, the one he despised the most was Jenny Wesling.
Of course, he was the one whom Jenny Wesling despised the most.
The two of them were at odds with each other, and neither one gave the other a good look.
Originally, Jenny Weslin had already moved to Eastchester County with her family, and she had made Emlyn happy for a long time. As a result, this time Marquis Nibais issued a blood clan edict and summoned almost all the blood clan members. Jenny Weslin
Slin was naturally among them and followed the large army back to Backlund.
With the support of the oracle, Emlyn suddenly became the leader of the vampires of his generation. Even many vampires with titles had to listen to his orders. Jenny Weslin was naturally unhappy.
But Emlyn didn’t know.
His enemy had been swallowed up long ago, and what stood before him now was just a pretender, an extremely clever thief...
Not wanting to talk to this annoying bitch, Emlyn quickly signed the document.
'Jenny Wesling' did not let him go, and said: "There seems to be something wrong with the warehouse at the back. Do you want to take a look for yourself?"
"What!" Hearing this, Emlyn was startled.
The warehouse is an important place for storing all kinds of pharmaceuticals, so nothing should be missed!
In a hurry, he didn't care about that much anymore and just walked back.
‘Jenny Wesling’ smiled contentedly and followed suit.
It’s also Emlyn’s fault.
These days, he has been frequently appearing in the streets of Backlund, and was actually spotted by Amon.
It happened that Amon lacked a channel to understand "The Fool" and the Church of the Fool. After thinking for a moment, he decisively chose this vampire who wanted to raise his head to the sky while walking.
The possession went smoothly.
Emlyn is just a small Sequence 7, how can he resist the power of the King of Angels.
However, with the protection of 'Lilith's Ring', Amon was not able to completely swallow Emlyn, but only temporarily took over the body.
But Amon didn't care too much. He only needed an identity to get close to the top leaders of the Church of Fools, and the rest didn't matter.
"Let me see... oh, the memory is blocked again? Haha, it's expected. Wait, why did I say 'again'?" Amon could not help but mutter to himself as he controlled Emlyn to walk out of the warehouse.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Coincidentally, Leonard, who is brave and eager to achieve success, happened to rely on his nimble skills to climb over the wall and fall straight into the backyard.
For a moment, their eyes met.
Amon and Leonard were both stunned.
Immediately afterwards, Grandpa Pales's voice suddenly became sharp, "Run!"
Leonard shuddered, turned around and jumped up the wall without saying a word.
Opposite me, Amon felt an unspeakable ecstasy in his heart.
Reaching out to grab it, he stole the distance between them.
Leonard's eyes only felt blurry, and the next second, he was in front of that strange vampire.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. Don't you want to catch up with me?" Amon pinched his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm thinking of you even in my dreams, Pales Zoroaster."
Grandpa Pales suddenly felt despair.
He failed to calculate it despite all the calculations.
In just over ten minutes, the suspicious little bat turned into Amon.
Could it be that this was a trap against him from the beginning?
But, it doesn't make sense.
The only explanation is that I was really unlucky enough to catch up with the Amonton people.
Now it seems that the suspicious little bat is just the appetizer, and this handful of old bones is the main meal.
Thinking of this, Grandpa Pales simply refused to run away.
Because he knows that running away is impossible.
It is better to survive in death and fight to the death!
He said, "Boy, lend me your body for a while."
Without waiting for Leonard to reply, he took control of his body.
In an instant, ‘Leonard’s’ eyes became changed.
Amon put his hands on his hands and smiled, "Okay, okay, it's rare that you are willing to talk to me."
Grandpa Pales snorted coldly and forced out several insects of time that did not belong to him from his body.
He knows Amon too well.
Chat?
nonexistent.
Named the 'God of Mischief', every breath of this guy is a conspiracy and a trap!
"You are worthy of being able to see through my tricks." Amon's smile remained unchanged.
But the next second, his smile suddenly solidified.
Because he discovered that the person confronting him turned out to be someone else.
"Cunning old thing!" Amon twitched the corner of his mouth.
The desperate fight to the death was all his acting.
With a thought, he stole the distance between them again.
Grandpa Pales felt something in his heart and repeated his old tricks.
One chases and the other escapes.
Soon, Pales fled back to St. Mussel Cathedral in the North District.
Amon didn't dare to chase him anymore.
Because he knows that the goddess of the night is a ruthless person, no wonder he has to suffer a big loss.
However, not long after, Archbishop Anthony Stevenson came out personally holding a box.
Seeing Amon, he said gently: "The goddess ordered me to send this."
"Oh?" Amon was surprised.
I mustered up the courage to open the box, only to see a crystal pillar of intertwined light and shadow, with many insects of time swimming and floating in it.
The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1!
The thing he had been longing for suddenly came into his hands, and Amon hesitated.
what's the situation?
If what happened today could be said to be due to my overwhelming luck at the beginning, now it is just weird.
The goddess of the night shows her favor to herself?
wrong.
How can I have such a good relationship with those gods?
Except for the paranoid who has some friendship with me, the rest are all enemies!
Amon looked at the extraordinary properties of the precious 'Insect of Time' and didn't know what to do for a moment.
Archbishop Anthony didn't care about that much.
Although he was only a Sequence 3, as a true divine scroller, he was not afraid of secret evil gods like Amon. He put down the box, turned around and walked into St. Mussel Cathedral.
Amon thought about it, but he still couldn't resist his instinctive desire and took the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Insect of Time' into his body.
However, a spiritual warning suddenly arose.
Without any time to think, Amon simply gave up on Emlyn's body that he had just obtained, and instantly escaped into the void.
call--
The wind blows.
Emlyn suddenly woke up.
He scratched his head in confusion, "Hey, where am I?"
At the same time, a certain baby room.
Jon put down the picture album and said with a smile: "How about it? Compared with the story I told you, which one is more exciting?"
Opposite me, Adam still had the same indifferent expression, "This is not a story, this is a guide."
"All stories have a guide...what do you think?" Jon asked.
Adam was silent for a moment and nodded, "You are right."
Will Asceptin watched the two elders standing beside his cradle playing riddles, and was so frightened that he did not even dare to take a breath.
Fool on earth, no wonder he feels that today's bad luck is particularly strong...
Time passed by second by second, and no one said anything.
After a long while, Adam seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and asked, "Your purpose is not just to get Amon to deal with King George III, right?"
"Actually, I want him to come over and become the bell ringer under my chairmanship." Jon said seriously.
Adam was speechless.
Because he really has nothing to talk about with an Amon plu whose personality is at least a hundred times worse and whose abilities have been enhanced countless times.
The only principle of action for this existence is interest.
When he thought that the biggest threat facing the world was such an erratic thing, Adam became astonished.
He couldn't help but wonder, does his layout over the years really make sense...
After thinking about it and not understanding it, Adam decided to leave, "No matter what, I still support him."
As soon as the words fell, he gradually took on the shape of Hu and left here in a strange way.
Will Asceptin immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning his head, a flattering smile appeared on his chubby little face, "The great master of destiny, the great Jon Joestar..."
Licking a dog?
Lick the snake!
Jon waved his hand to interrupt him, "Serena, you are smart and should know what to say and what not to say."
"Of course, of course~" Will Auceptin put his little hands together and couldn't help but rub them.
Is it wrong for Extraordinaries of the 'Destiny' path to fear their fate?
That's right.
Completely in line with the acting method.
Rolling his eyes, he said: "Lord Master, what should I do next? Give them some luck?"
Even a butterfly's wings can create a storm.
Not to mention the 'mercury snake'.
This is why Leonard and Emlyn are so unlucky.
However, it's not that Jon and Will Asceptin were deliberately causing harm.
It's just that the fate of the two of them has always been like this.
Emlyn who is too high-profile will be taken over by Amon;
And Grandpa Pales is destined to be unable to retain his extraordinary characteristics.
Jon just pressed the fast forward button and skipped the process.
In short, he directly used the 'Crimson King', saving as much as possible in the process, fast forwarding to the final result, and then changing the result.
Emlyn, who was supposed to be dead, only lost his memory temporarily.
Grandpa Pales, who was swallowed up, was able to survive using the sequence of bits.
What?
Intervene and change the outcome?
It's not that Jon can't.
But don't want to.
Just like Adam said.
Amon obtained the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Insect of Time', which will be beneficial to his next actions.
And Grandpa Pales is destined to be unable to keep his extraordinary characteristics. He will either be snatched away by Amon or handed over to Crane in the future, and he will be demoted on both sides. It is better to adapt early, so that he no longer has to worry and live cautiously.
After listening to Will Asceptin's words, Jon shook his head and said, "What kind of luck, they are fine. Compared with this, do you feel that the 'destined day' has come? You will become a god as soon as possible, and you will be able to make a contribution as soon as possible.
force."
Hearing this, Will Auceptin smiled and said, "Hey, with Lord Master here, I feel that I can accommodate uniqueness at any time, and every day is a 'destined day'."
Revere fate and serve fate.
This is the correct way to play the 'Mercury Snake'!
Jon nodded with satisfaction.
Compared with the dumb snake of Ouroboros, Will Asceptin's little fleshy worm is indeed more pleasing to the eye.
