"You mean me...... I don't have a problem?"

Oguf was a little agitated, his palms grasping the armrests of his chair, his eyes no longer fixed on the contents of the paper.

"What kind of person is Rastolle, and how much do you know about him?"

Without a positive answer, Donald didn't know what was wrong with Oguf's body, so he simply threw the question back and continued his own transcription.

"I am just a thug of the church in Sia, and Mr. Rastolle has entrusted me to help him with some external affairs, and we have been working together for three years, he is a thoughtful and wise man, and in three years, he has gone from being a peripheral believer in the church to one of the central figures, which is extraordinary. ”

Carefully considering his words, Oguf spoke of Rastorle with great restraint.

Even if it's a guy with blood on his hands, he still has his own characters to fear.

It's not the fear of strength, but the feeling of powerlessness that comes up in the face of the other person.

Or rather, he was accustomed to the humility of the man when he spoke of him.

"Oh, even in private, you don't dare to talk about each other, you are destined to be a dog at the feet of Rastolle for the rest of your life, you can run, you can bark when you are young, the master takes you, hunts and runs, you are a little older, you are experienced, the master trusts you, you take care of the house, you are older...... Peel the skin and bone, the iron pot is waiting for you!"

Sarcastic Ogouf mercilessly, Donald's face turned red when he saw his reaction, but he didn't dare to say anything, and finally put his hands on the table.

Frowning in disappointment, Donald finished the second translation and stuffed the two pages into his pocket, no small gain, although one was mutilated, and the other was useless.

"Of course I know, in 3 years, I have done many dirty things for him, but in the end I got only a monetary reward, that's not what I want, power, I want power, every time I think that I am the same existence as those pigs who only know how to work every day, I will feel disgusted with myself, I want to surpass them and evolve...... Yes, evolution!"

The flesh of his face twitched faintly, and Donald's seemingly casual sarcasm still poked Oguf in the sore spot.

The mask finally didn't tighten, and he spoke of his desires, unabashedly.

It is foolish to hide one's desires in front of demons, and Oguf wants to use his lust and madness to get the demons' attention.

Oguf's self-proclaimed thug is not so much a cover-up as a self-deprecating "modesty".

How can an ordinary thug be so close to Jeffrey Rastoller?

Able to come to Donald with a box of precious items?

It is undeniable that Oguf's mind is pathological, and his reason for joining the church of Chia is simple, he wants to evolve and surpass ordinary humans, and for this he is willing to do anything, even if it is to be a loyal servant by a person's side for three years.

Without Donald Grant's presence, he might have waited any longer, as he had no choice, and he seemed unable to break free from Rastoller's grip on him after learning that he was in trouble.

"You're going to evolve...... Hah, you're going to evolve? That's really interesting, even if you have talent, dogs are still dogs, can they bark louder?"

"Your Excellency!"

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, his hands slapped the table, his body leaned forward, his mouth panting, his angry emotions were written on his face, and the ferocious momentum poured out.

I can't tell if it's deliberate or emotionally out of control.

But one thing is for sure, this guy definitely has more than a single digit number of lives on his hands!

"Angry, you know I'm right, you know it in your heart!"

Donald didn't give an inch, his arms pinched the sides of the table, and he pressed forward in the same way, his eyes already changing.

This is a reminder to Oguf that the identities of the two sides are not on the same level.

After a stalemate of about 5 seconds, Oguf sat down again and stopped looking at Donald.

How could he fight the demons!

"Oguf...... You keep saying you want to evolve, but you are willing to be a dog next to someone else, you ask me, and I will never reward someone else's dog!"

That's what Donald really wanted to say, he was going to stick a thorn in the middle of the two.

In fact, this thorn has been there for a long time, and the simple bond of interests seems to be strong, but that is under the premise that there is no external force involved.

Oguf's face was full of struggle.

The conversation between the two sides must not go on, and Donald got up and left the room.

It was almost 10 p.m., and if it was too late, he was worried about being followed.

When he got out of the house, under the night breeze, Donald only felt cold behind him, the confrontation just now, he was the main target of the momentum exuded by Oguf, and after calming down, he was also panicked, if a battle broke out just now, he didn't have the confidence to kill Oguf in a short time.

All he wanted to do was to sow discord between Rastol and August, and the confrontation was a natural move.

It was enough to do this for the time being, and Donald did not think that the person who said his words suddenly came to his senses, but instead respected him as God.

Oguf's ideological pathology does not mean that he is a stupid person, who can be valued so highly by Rastolle, and does not hesitate to use his talent as bait to tie him firmly to his side, it is impossible to say that he has no ability.

It is useless to deal with such people.

Power is the key.

You can disrespect me, but you can't be afraid of me.

He can't show weakness in front of Ogouf, absolutely not!

**

It was still a dormitory building in the college, and it was bright outside, and the students were heading to the classrooms where their classes were taking place.

"Jenny, Jenny...... Why don't you like me, why, we have clearly had the most intimate communication, why do you reject me, I want to take care of you, I want to take you into my arms......"

Clutching a note in his hand, a haggard pale cheek beneath his long messy brown hair.

Despair hovered around her.

There is nothing left, and if she lets her family and school know what happened last night, she will lose her future.

It's all that bastard, that bastard...... Beast!

It was the first time she had sweared, even in her heart, a little more refreshed, and quickly occupied by other emotions.

"Jenny, Jenny...... I've been waiting outside for an hour, I'm going to class soon, and my books are still inside!"

When her roommate came home, she just took away her groceries and bedding, and her books were still neatly arranged on the bed.

She still didn't move from the sound of the door panel, the room was too ugly, she didn't have time to clean up, she would be found......

"Bastard, I know you're in there, I'm too late for class, neurotic, go die!"

The roommate outside finally got impatient, and if it wasn't a girls' dormitory, she would definitely find her boyfriend and kick the door open.

To die?

Can it solve the problem?