With the help of the Auxiliary, Edward gave Cynthia a language proficiency.

Just now, because of the language barrier, Cynthia, who was like a little transparent, finally has a sense of existence at this moment.

Cynthia cleared her throat and said, "I'm Cynthia, the god in charge of investment. ”

The female grave keeper, who was holding a booklet in her hand and raising her hand to record, froze, and looked up at Cynthia with some confusion.

“…… Investment? ”

Obviously, the female grave keeper does not understand the concept of "investment".

The record came to a standstill.

Fortunately, Cynthia found out about the embarrassment of the grave keeper, Cynthia nodded her cheek and thought about it, and said uncertainly: "That...... The god of fortune who rules the luck? ”

“…… God of Gamblers? ”

Cynthia blinked, and just wanted to refute it, but suddenly found that this statement seemed to have some truth!

Isn't it an alternative gamble to invest existing assets and fight for the future?

"Let's remember the god of wealth, this is more suitable, I don't like gambling too much, because I'm poor." Cynthia compromised.

Cynthia has been exposed to gambling, yes, although Cynthia is poor, she has indeed been exposed to gambling.

It's just that now that she thinks about it, Cynthia finds that the gambling games she came into contact with were specially arranged by the bad guys in the upper echelons of Emmen.

No matter how you play, you lose, and you almost can't keep your underwear and underwear if you lose.

The great nobles and kings of Emmen are a bunch of bad people. Thinking of them, Cynthia couldn't help but puff out her face in anger.

Cynthia silently gritted her teeth in her heart and swore that when she returned, she would give Emmen a big blood exchange!

Some of my sister's children are really bad in their hearts!

Cynthia's record was completed, and the grave keeper looked at Edward.

He didn't hide anything about the record, he directly introduced himself: "Edward, the god of shadows. ”

The Archbishop of the Star Sector is Edward's profession, not a priesthood, and Edward now only has a priesthood of the Shadow, so it is not wrong to say that Edward is the God of the Shadow.

"Shadow? …… Demon?! Almost at the same time, the spirits of the five human beings present with extraordinary strength trembled.

The four male extraordinaries showed a slightly wary look.

The target of the alert was Edward.

Once, there was a god with the title of "demon", descended to the world, that time the patrol bureau killed hundreds of elites, the director was replaced by three people in a row, the first two died tragically at the hands of the god in the name of the demon.

In addition, the three descending gods who were close to humans were killed on the spot, which caused the three gods to wither directly!

The god in the name of the devil is too dangerous.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited. Lord Edward is not a bad person. The grave keeper immediately spoke out to stop her companions' vigilance.

The 4 male extraordinaries also came back to their senses at this time, thinking back to the time they had been in contact with Edward, this adult was indeed not a bad person.

"Lord Edward, what is the Shadow?" The female grave keeper asked curiously, and at the same time, this was also a record for Edward.

"You know storybooks, right? From words to images, to live actors, when this dynamic performance is recorded and handed over to the audience to watch, this is the magic shadow. ”

Seeing that several of the leaders still looked sad, Edward sighed.

"Well, to put it simply, you just think of me as a god of entertainment."

"I see, god of entertainment? I know. Hearing Edward's explanation, the female grave keeper breathed a sigh of relief, but when she thought that it was the god of entertainment, the female grave keeper couldn't help but be a little surprised, and after looking at Edward again, the female grave keeper quickly made a record in her notebook.

While the female grave keeper was recording, Edward turned his gaze to the twenty or thirty ordinary people, and Edward was a little puzzled.

"I understand the arrival of a few of you, but what are you doing with some ordinary people?"

"For the sake of the gods, these young people are the reserves of the Patrol Bureau, they have not yet been baptized by the gods to become capable ones, you and Lady Cynthia are our targets, if you and Lady Cynthia don't mind, can you choose the right family among them? As long as there is hope, we will not give up on any situation that expands our ranks. ”

The old Night Watchman looked at the group of young people behind him, and his face showed an emotional look, thinking that he was also taken by his predecessors like this back then, and then met his lord.

“…… Aren't you afraid of meeting bad people? "Edward didn't know the number of gods in the world right now, but Edward had a gut feeling that something like the evil god of Sibia must exist.

"Before coming to the cellar again, our soothsayer in the bureau did a divination, and then before entering the submission, I felt your gaze, and you have no ill will towards us." The old night watchman said sincerely.

“…… Well, your perception is strong, but I think you should also understand that this is an anomaly. Edward looked at the old Night Watchman with a blank face, and reminded him again.

The old knight, who flickered dark purple in his eyes, nodded with a wry smile.

is older, the strength has been fixed, there is no possibility of promotion to a higher rank, and naturally there is no opportunity to enhance his own quality, the remnants of potions accumulated over the years, coupled with the increase in age, the old knight's body is overwhelmed and has become riddled with holes.

The old knight actually knew very well that it would not be long before he would spontaneously walk into the inner prison of the Night Patrol Bureau, wait for his end, kill himself, and then the body would be properly disposed of, cremated, and buried in the cemetery of the Patrol Bureau, thus ending his life.

He is the guard in the night of the black fog, the peace of man, the fight against chaos in the night, his night patrol to the death, worthy of the gods. The old knight had already thought of his epitaph.

Looking at the old knight Edward was a little hesitant, it was not that Edward didn't want to treat the other party, but that when the other party wanted to retain his own strength, Edward couldn't remove the filth from the other party's body at all...... Unless Edward opens a big one, but at this time Edward's ability to open a big one has been sealed.

After a moment's hesitation, Edward took out a small bottle and handed it to the old knight.

"You can see that you're not going to look for me. When you can't resist the pollution in your body, you can try drinking this, you may survive, of course, you will have a high chance of being burned to death and purified. ”

The old knight looked at the vial in his hand in astonishment, shook the pale golden oily liquid in the bottle, and felt the incomparably rich divine power, the old knight blurted out in surprise and said, "Holy water?!" ”

The old knight had seen similar water, and of course, the intensity of the divine power was far less than the golden liquid in the old knight's hand.

It was one of the relics of the deceased god, the Holy Maiden Serena.

The old knight looked at Edward in astonishment, his eyes full of confusion.

Who the hell is this young god in front of you?!

At this moment, the old knight no longer believed in what Edward said about the god of entertainment, in their world, holy water was not a miscellaneous god that could be made casually.

Only gods with light are qualified to make holy water.

And in the historical records of this world, there are very few gods with light!

Edward didn't pay any attention to the shocked old knight, he just took Cynthia's hand and walked up the cellar.

Dozens of people were crammed into the cellar, and Edward felt a little stuffy, and Edward had to go out to breathe.

Surrounded by a group of regular and probationary members of the Patrol Bureau, Edward and Cynthia walked out of the cellar.

The moment they stepped on the ground, Edward and Cynthia frowned at the same time, and the two acted in unison, covering their mouths and noses.

"What does this smell like?"

Looking up, it was foggy, and a street lamp every 5 meters barely illuminated the road 20 meters ahead.

It was night, pitch black, and the whole city was shrouded in black mist!

And this black fog was mixed with a stench that made Edward and the others uncomfortable.

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