"Lord Rastolle, what are we going to do with him next? Donald Grant is just a puppet, but he represents a demon. ”

Inside, Donald took a glass of wine, while Oguff outside tried to seek Rastorle's advice.

"Just a puppet...... There is no warning of the arrival of that adult, Mr. Grant is a member of our church, and he is and will be, and as long as he can still communicate with that one, we will respect him, and I want to choose him as a puppet, most likely because of Mr. Grant's personal peculiarities...... I'll appoint you to be his contact for the next few days, what do you think?"

It is obvious that as long as Donald survives as a puppet of the demon, he will maintain a certain amount of respect, after all, the existence of the demon itself is a very important resource for them.

The person in the internal connection of the organization needs to offer a large number of sacrifices every time he comes, and ordinary dead things are just that, and the recent requests have become more and more excessive, and in comparison, the person in front of him seems to be a lot easier to talk to.

Who wants the boss above to be an existence who only knows how to eat, drink and take, and has nothing in return?

"I have always been at your mercy, but Mr. Rastolle, I would like you to think again about bestowing me with talent, I have been working for the organization for several years, and now I feel more and more physically inadequate...... If I can become a god-honored person, I will have more energy to devote to serving the organization. ”

Ogouf leaned forward, lowered his head, and did not look at Rastolle, this may not be what a subordinate should do, but he had waited too long, and there had been a lot of scrolls, formulas, and secret medicines in his hands over the years, but he could only look at them because he had no talent.

He's almost forty years old.

If this continues, when will he become a god?

"Mr. Ogouf, there will be a chance, during this time I have asked the other members to look around for a recipe ritual that suits you, give me a little time, okay?"

The old man's tone was soft, his left hand holding a cane studded with emerald gemstones, and his right hand resting on Ogouf's shoulder, without force, but making him a little shorter, up to his chest.

How can you be equal to me?

"Thank you very much for your help. ”

What else can be said?

I can only continue to wait.

"The One within Donald...... No one else in the organization should know this news, after all, that person's energy is limited, if the other people know, everyone will inevitably make unpleasant, stable, united, this is the atmosphere that an organization should have, right? You know, I know, there is no third person. ”

There is an imbalance between supply and demand, and it is obvious that the supply is far less than the demand at present, so it is necessary to try to avoid other people in need from knowing about it.

"I understand, don't worry. ”

Donald Grant was a treasure to them at the moment, and as long as he was willing to help, there were not many lost tablets and other rubbings that the church had collected in various ways over the years, but there were still five or six copies.

"That's good, as much as I would love to stay here, I do have something to attend to, and in a few days someone will bring something in, and you will personally hand it over to Mr. Donald Grant, and then send him away in person, can you do it?"

"Of course, have I ever let you down?"

Sending the other party to the door, bowing down to watch him board the carriage and leave, the same picture Oguf did not know how many times he had seen it over the years.

"Before I knew it, it had been 3 years. ”

Looking back at the glass window behind him, what was reflected was a man with deep-set eyes, a brown face, and a pinch of stubble on his chin.

But is this really what he wants? For three years, he didn't know how much dirt his hands had been stained, but the hands of the one who had just left were clean, and he just opened his mouth about anything, completely ignoring the lives and deaths of the people below.

Donald Grant is the devil's puppet, what about himself?

When one day you no longer have agile skills and accurate marksmanship, will your presence become an eyesore?

He lowered his head and looked at his right hand with thick joints, and slowly clenched it, and the clicking sound brought by the friction of the joints was clearly audible.

"Boss, do you need me to say something about the coal stove so that they don't have to wait?"

The person who threatened Donald with a knife before noticed that his boss's mood was not quite right, and some nervously stepped forward to ask, but there were still people watching on the coal stove, and he had to tell him.

"Well, please take off my hat from the carriage first, and I'll have to go out later. ”

nodded, his eyes stayed on this henchman of his own, how long has he been with him?

It seems like a year and a half or so.

"Okay. ”

I went to the side of the street, opened the side door, stepped into the back of the carriage, looked left and right, and did not find Ogouf's hat.

Just as he was about to turn back, he put two hands on his neck, and he was violently straining, and the sound of his bones being misaligned.

The young man swallowed his last breath before he could speak, and his eyes widened when he died, and he couldn't figure out why the boss wanted to kill him!

Curled up in the legs of the two rows of seats in the carriage, Rastoller said that only the two of them knew about it except Donald Grant himself.

So the person in front of him became superfluous.

"Mr. Gna, I'm sorry to kill you. ”

Closing the car door, Oguf said sorry, and his eyes did not waver.

Oguf thinks that Rastol is a ruthless and unrighteous person, and how good is he in turn?

In the end, everyone is not all for their own selfish interests!

It takes time to prepare the items to be traded, after all, the cult is not a hall of words, and the acquisition of resources needs to be reported, and it is necessary to cover up his whereabouts under the premise of not wanting others to know about Donald's existence.

Back in the cellar, Oguf sent Donald to the door as well.

"Mr. Grant, please come to the location written above at 9 p.m. in three days' time, where there will be a small newsstand, and you will show your voucher to the person in it, and they will take you to a hidden place to complete the transaction. ”

Keeping his attitude as low as he could, Ogouf handed over a piece of paper and a piece of copper in both hands.

"Oguf...... You're just an ordinary person, aren't you?"

At the door, Donald looked condescendingly at Oguf, who handed over the piece of paper.

"Yes, I have not yet received the qualifications given by God. ”

With a shock to his upper body, Ogouf's head wanted to be raised, but it was actually lowered, he was used to it.

"Who said that, Rastolle, don't forget, I'm God!"

With a word, Donald put on his silk top hat, held up his umbrella, and strode into the rain.