Opening the door, Greel's new neighbor looked at the combination of the old man and the young child in front of him, a little puzzled, a little puzzled, and more often he recognized Grell - his neighbor, who is said to be an old professor of the Royal Academy of the Holy Kingdom, is an old-fashioned person.

Of course, he had heard of this, for on this winter night the gentlemen and ladies were still fond of bridge, and a gentleman like him, whose cards and wallets were equally swollen, was of course the most favored man in the salon.

"Mr. Greer, is there anything wrong with you?" The new neighbor raised his eyebrows, and at the same time thought about several filings in his heart.

If you come here to ask for money to support education, then no problem, just send this old man away with a sum of money.

If he had come to say hello, it would be no problem, and he would have invited the old gentleman to come in and sit down with his students, and he was willing to make a cup of tea for the old man—I heard that this child had no wife, and that his life had been scattered, and that this child could not have been his grandson, and that the child seemed to have much better taste in dress than Mr. Greer, and looked like the heir of a great nobleman.

Well, interesting, maybe a lot of money can be obtained from him and his family by some small means.

After all, he had just completed a sacrifice, and although he couldn't find his god from the subspace, he accidentally intercepted a powerful soul, which made him a little excited—he wanted to see what kind of terrifying monster this one who was intercepted into that toddler's body would grow.

Thinking of this, he noticed that his old neighbor had opened his mouth.

"Good morning, sir, I'm your neighbor, Professor Greer." In the first sentence, the old man said his name, and he was very satisfied with his professorship.

What an interesting old man, he thought, and at the same time reached out and shook the old man's hand: "Saan Stoker, good afternoon, Professor Greer. ”

"I heard that a new neighbor is coming, so I'm here to say hello, you see, I have a junior apprentice, and I'm teaching him what aristocratic etiquette is." The old man was full of pride and pride when he talked about this child, as if the child beside him was the most beautiful existence in his heart.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sa'an." The kid smiled and said hello.

A proud little rooster, Sa'an smiled very sincerely, he has seen a lot of such children, pride is their shield, nobility is their weapon, but in the end, they are just lonely children.

There are ways to clean him up.

Saan thought as he looked at Professor Greer, "Professor Greer, I think you didn't just come to my door today to see me. ”

"Of course, you see, I'm a professor, an old man emeritus of the Royal Academy, and I heard that you came here with a child, so I thought, if I may, I can introduce you to the admission notice of the Royal Academy, after all, the ladies in the salon say that you are a gentleman who understands that knowledge is power."

Ah, knowledge is power, this old thing that is chaotic words when heard, he shouldn't be a believer in the Lord of Wisdom, right?

It's terrible.

With such an exclamation, Saan smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, my child is only one year old, and there is no way." With that, Sa'an moved out of the way so that the old man could notice the child in the stroller in the hall.

He could see the indelible regret on Professor Greer's face: "It's a shame that I originally wanted to recruit enough students for my students' classes. ”

In the old man's self-talk, Saan knew that his students had not been able to recruit enough students for some reason, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that his class would be cut off, so for the sake of his own students, an old thing like him could only come out of his house to help his students.

In this way, Saan understood a little—the old man really doted on his student, and in this case, Saan hoped that this student would find enough apprentices, at least then he wouldn't have to watch his teacher work so hard for him.

"But I can introduce you to some of the kids, after all, there are a lot of my new friends over there."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Saan."

At this moment, the guests and the two men flattered each other for a while, until Sa'an noticed that the child was staring in the direction of the toddler.

What he was looking at, what he was thinking.

With such doubts, Sa'an opened his mouth: "Child, you are looking at my child, right. ”

"Yes, a very strange life, obviously with the mark of subspace, but without the pollution of subspace, Mr. Sa'an, what terrible things did you get from your sacrifice." With that, the kid looked up at Saan.

At this moment, Sa'an's inner barrier was almost broken, he struggled, and after taking several steps back, he struggled to stand up, only to find that the child had already been picked up by him.

His illusion didn't seem to work on him at all, so he reached out and tried to pull out the revolver at his waist.

But what came out was a cold and slippery snake, and Saan screamed and threw it away, and then it occurred to him that it was not a snake, his sea of consciousness was crushed, and the revolver was turned into his most feared appearance by his opponent.

A snake ...... Damn, where did this monster come from.

Saan plucked up his courage and hit him again with an instantaneous technique, but after returning again in vain, Saan sat down on the floor.

The continuous use of the technique put a lot of burden on him, and he looked at the child who came over: "I surrender. ”

"I don't accept Chaos' surrender, tell me, what the hell is going on with this child, and I'll give you a happy death."

The kid said with a blank face.

Saan tried to struggle, but his body was already on his knees.

In the battle of illusion, the young man with his head bowed lost everything.

………………

"You're so dirty." This was the only impression that Greel, who had watched the whole battle between Marin and this Sa'an, and Marin and Sa'an had fought three times - the first time, Marin gave a hint to Sa'an when he spoke, and the latter's sea of consciousness was completely unable to fight against a legend, and was penetrated on the spot.

The second time, Sa'an gave himself a hint that worked, and he had about three seconds of soberness for it, so he pulled out his revolver - a very good choice.

But that's all, because Marin's suggestion ensues, Sa'an mistakes the gun in his hand for a snake and throws it away.

Of course, he quickly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

And for the third and last time, when Sa'an chose to surrender, after trying to attack Marin again with a spell but still failed, Sa'an sat down, but he did not beg for mercy, but wanted to complete an assassination attack one last time, and then be defeated.

What a sad fate, young man.

The old man sighed as he caught the child handed over by Marin: "I don't feel any danger at all about this child. ”

"That's because the illusion obscures the most real side of the child." Mr. Marin's words sounded very philosophical, although Grell didn't feel anything wrong at all, and his real eyes couldn't see what was wrong with the toddler in his arms.

Then the kid woke up, and he smacked his mouth a few times, and then yawned.

Greer saw the fangs in the little creature's mouth—from the gums to the throat, like shark-like fangs—and the old man felt fear again: "Look at this tooth, it's better than all of us." ”

Grell let out a sigh as he removed the child's bloody mouth away from his head.

"yes, in addition to her teeth, she has a pretty good body." Marin, who was searching for souls, said.

Well, Grell was silent for a moment, and his two old friends gathered around, one from the left to the right, and finally it was Lena who opened the swaddling clothes, and they saw the child's lovely body, and he had the hands that a human should have, the little red dots that a human should have, the small belly that a human should have, and ...... Tentacles that humans should never have.

"What is this?" For the first time, Grell felt that he was holding not a baby, but a fireball from a mage.

If the mutation of the fangs is still acceptable, then the mutation of these tentacles is completely unacceptable, and such a child is destined to be purified.

"Mr. Marin, did you find anything?" Greel's old friend Jack asked, the anger on his face palpable - such a twist and distortion could never have been the child's own will.

"This guy wanted to bring his Mr. Rifle to him, and he chose this child as a vessel, because this child had psionic talents, and it was suitable for subspace visitors to occupy his body, and his sacrifice succeeded, but it also failed, because another soul from subspace took over this child's body, and the power of subspace transformed this child's body, and it seemed strange to me that this child was not completely transformed into a demon, and his soul was victorious in the confrontation, I think I should find someone who is well versed in soul science to solve my doubts. Marlin's answer made Grell stunned for a moment, and then he figured it out - this Mr. Rifle must represent a certain god, he is in subspace, he should be exiled, so how many local gods are exiled in subspace?

The answer is already on the horizon.

Thinking of this, Greer and his three old friends chose to smile at the same time.

"I see, then, Mr. Marin, what are you going to do with this child?" Grell asked, thinking that Marin's comments about the child proved that the child was not necessarily dead.

Greer is too old to see such a young child bleed, let alone such a poor child dying for it, although Grell also understands that if it really can't be saved, then he must kill the child.

"Leave it to me." A small voice rang out in the hall.

Grell was horrified to find that there was an extra ...... in the hall No, definitely not people.

It was a child who looked like Lord Marin who had used his paternal bloodline, but it was definitely not a relative of Lord Marin, and Greer involuntarily handed the child out in his hand, and the child, who looked like a girl, reached out and hugged the children.

It is also very strange to say, it turns out that some restless children immediately quieted down as soon as they were hugged by this person.

She held the child in her arms, and soon Grell saw her mouth open, full of fangs falling out, and teeth that should be human were growing.

"The power that only a god should have, friend of the Goddess of Harvest......" Lena had already recognized the identity of this one, and her reminder surprised Grell - the goddess of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest was seriously injured, and it had always been the information of the transcendent realm for her to maintain her faith by an outer god, and Greil had never believed this, because he had really never seen such a generous god who would perform the priesthood in the place of another god.

To this day, he sees this one.

The girl in front of him kissed the little child one last time, and Grell saw that the lower half of the child's body was being distorted in reverse, the suckers on the tentacles were missing, and the sarcoma was falling off, and eventually, Greer saw that the tentacles had sacred inscriptions lit up.

"This child, there is no problem, in the name of the goddess of harvest, born as a human being, she has the power to stand on the earth." The god's proverb was engraved on the child's forehead in a second, and Greer had never been so close to the miracle, and when he took the child from the god's hands, he felt his own wavering in his faith for the first time...... How sacred this is.

"Thank you, madam, for your mercy." Marlin had already broken the villain's neck.

"This child was born with a mission that belonged to her, and I could not watch her wither, so I came, and I gave her the right to walk on the earth, and no mortal can deprive her of this power, and no god will dare to deprive her of all this, for we are Mother Earth, the lovers of the Anonymous." After the lady finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and patted Marin's head: "I will hand over this child to you to guard, Marin Gayat, do you have confidence?" ”

"It depends on who the opponent is, and whether my helper can be on call."

Lord Marlin's answer made Grell almost laugh.

But in the next second, Grell couldn't laugh, because a little red-skinned guy appeared through the open gap, and he didn't poke his head out, but Ariel still felt the wind of chaos blowing in his face, and the only existence that prevented the city from changing into a living person frowned: "Marlin won't call you." ”

"I believe that one day, this child will choose mine." As soon as he finished speaking, he was ripped out of the gap, and then the gap was closed.

Before closing, Grell heard the voice of a handsome-looking young man: "I said let Marlin choose for himself, you guy want to sneak away again?" ”

Wait a minute, why is it that when I listen to the voice, I can make up the appearance of an ordinary young man with a handsome smile.

Grell felt strange as he found his two old friends pulling on their Lord of Justice emblems on their chests.

And the little lady turned her head to look at Marin: "Now, Marin, are you confident?" ”

"Of course, ma'am, I have never had such confidence in myself as I do today." Mr. Marin's face was full of pride.