The enraged Leviathan once again showed his fangs to Lucifer, and Lucifer's murderous aura was even stronger, filling the entire hall, "If it weren't for me, then you would have returned your status in hell, and it was me who gave you the title of monarch." "Lucifer's overwhelming demonic aura overwhelms the Leviathan.

"It was I who brought the legions of angels and resisted God face to face, it was I who changed humanity and made God lose face, it was I who established your authority." Lucifer pushed the Leviathan away, and it slammed into its seat, and Lucifer shouted to the devil in the hall.

"It was I, the only Son who hurt God." Pointing to the spear on the throne that was missing the head. "It is I who provoked the disputes of mankind, it is I who sent original sin to the world, and if it were not for what I have done, how could this place be filled with so many souls, all of which I have given you." Lucifer pointed to all the demons and said impassionedly.

"How do you compare to me! Looks like you're going to have to find a place to calm down, Fishhead, do you think it would be better to kick you to the 'extreme cold' to chat with Judas? Lucifer pointed to Leviathan and said.

"No one has the right to oppose me here, I am the master here, and anyone who opposes me will be punished with the severest punishment." Lucifer pointed to the ground, then sat back on his throne, and the hall was silent.

"Beelzebub, please continue." Lucifer raised his hand to Beelzebub very gentlemanly.

Beelzebub adjusted his voice, "I think it's definitely a needle in a haystack to find that angel now, we can't find him at all, we can start with that human." ”

Lucifer nodded in agreement.

"Finding that person probably won't go so well." Someone objected, and the speaker was the witch lord Rosebina, who wore a black gown with a high collar and a strange ornament, and when she walked with the bells ringing, she stepped out of her seat and stood in the middle of the hall, and the eyes of Beelzebub and Lucifer and others were turned to her again.

"Tell me your reasoning too." Lucifer commanded, and Rossibina stood up, a beautiful and graceful gesture, a graceful figure, and a soft voice.

"The angel robbed the human being's 'sand of time', no human being, no matter how noble and lowly he is, can not get rid of the end of time, and at the end of his time, 'death' will also end his life and take away that person's soul, "death" is based on the remainder of time to find the target, that is to say, 'death' will not let a person die for no reason, nor will it let go of any person who loves the world. ”

After a pause, Sebina said: "If, whether we intervene or not, the life and death of human beings should in fact be arranged by fate, 'death' is just the collection of expired 'spirits' for heaven and hell. ”

Lucifer listened carefully to Rosebina's explanation, "However, now this human being's 'sand of time' is no longer in the hands of 'death', which means that he is now fixed at that 'time' point, and what is even more terrifying is that there will be infinite possibilities for his future fate. ”

"What do you mean?" Lucifer asked.

"In fact, the 'sands of time' can't be destroyed at all, and it can't be reshaped, the only one in the world, now this person's time has been robbed, even if it is robbed, it means that the existence of his fate continues, and 'death' can't determine whether this person continues to live or die according to 'time', a person who should have died is still walking in the world, and he has participated in things that should not have been involved in the future, for those who should have been' The arrangement of good things has an impact, so there are infinite possibilities in front of this person, which is also very dangerous, and the result is that these things that he is involved in are subsequently toppled like dominoes. Rosebina paused.

"For another example, he can get rich, get hurt, grow old, and run away at any time, and 'fate' has no arrangements for his future existence at all, and it may have been impossible to find him." After Rossebina finished explaining, Lucifer and the rest of the room seemed to have a clearer idea.

"Now this thing is like, the person who carries the puppet is 'fate' and the thread is 'time', but the puppet's string is broken and becomes an uncontrolled puppet, but this free puppet can affect other puppets at any time, right?" Beelzebub will give you a more popular explanation.

"So to speak." Rosebina affirmed Beelzebub's simple parable.

"Then we can't just dig out his soul?" The presiding judge, Rovco, asks the Witch King.

"Unless we cut off the chain of that man's soul and 'time', even if we kill him, we must wait for 'death' to cut off his soul and ' If it is impossible to simply ingest, his soul is also imprisoned at that point in time, even if we go to the human world to affect the life of human beings, it is also the arrangement of fate, for example, someone originally went out of hell to possess someone and tortured him to death, that is also the arrangement of fate, if you go to arrest him, there are also many possibilities, for example, suddenly something is delayed, or he does not appear in the designated place, or you may stagger the time of meeting and so on。 Of course, it is not ruled out that you may be caught. ”

"Then we can find him and cut off time and fate, can we say that our strength can't even find one?" Samael said, and everyone nodded yes.

"This doesn't work at all, fate is related to time, except for the 'scythe of time', no one can cut off 'time', time is not controlled by us, this is the rule." Barberet, the chief priest, replied.

"Yes, it's impossible, only the 'Scythe of Time' in charge of death can be cut off, time stops at a point, but his fate will not stop at that point, only if you can tear the 'Scythe of Time' can be cut off, no matter how powerful your weapon is, you can't, this is the rule, it is the rule arranged by the Creator, he is now like us, he has infinite time, and there is indestructible life, unless the 'Sand of Time' returns to the hands of 'Death', so that the sand of human time flows again." Serebina answered everyone's questions.

"So there's nothing we can do now?" Lucifer asked, like Rosibina.

"This, this ......, what I just said is only a possibility, and there is also a possibility that this person was robbed of the 'sand of time' by angels is also arranged by fate, if you need a detailed answer, you have to ......." Rosebine is a bit of a distraction.

"Go on."

"It's hard to say, no one has ever encountered anything like this, great Helllord, you'd better go and ask the knights, maybe they'll give you an answer." Rosabina replied.

What Rosabina said is indeed right, the knight should be found, only they can peek into the fate of everything, Lucifer sighed and fell into deep thought, he knew very well the knight's position.

They belong neither to heaven nor to hell, they are completely neutral, they are truly obedient to God's revelations, completely rigid, conservative, and unbound by feelings, neither demons nor angels can restrain them, and it is entirely up to the knights to cooperate or not depends entirely on their own will, and until the seal is broken, they will not take sides, even if the heavens fall apart. This is tricky, and whether you can get an answer there or not depends entirely on luck.

"Apocalypse lobby ......," Lucifer said silently. Everyone present was silent, all eyes focused on Lucifer.

"This can be much easier with the help of the knights, who know anyone's soul, time, and they know things we don't know, such as their relationship to 'fate.'" Rosebina said.

"Of course, I'll go and see the 'knight' in person." Lucifer announced to the crowd.

"King, as the dignified king of hell, how can you let you go to the knight in person, and if you allow it, I can handle this matter." Basaldo, the son of the devil, said in his own right.

Lucifer looked at it and said, "You? The corners of his mouth rose and he sneered, "It's up to you?" Babies should do something baby, do you think you can handle this for me? Lucifer was dismissive of Basardo, not even looking at him.

"Of course I can do it, if you give me a chance." Basaldo lost face in front of everyone and said hatefully.

"I think he could." Speaking for Basardo was his father, Samael.

"My brother, you should know who I'm going to meet, and it's better for me to do it myself." Lucifer reassures Samael.

Lucifer glared at Basaldo again, and the cold eyes made Basaldo feel creepy, and he was both angry and frightened, so he could only sit back in his chair with his head down.

"Barberet, you go to the human world to find that person, do everything you can, I want the details of this person, and if you find him, you can find that angel." Lucifer pointed at him.

"Of course, my king, I will not let you down." Barberet bowed.

"I will personally go to the Apocalypse Hall, pay attention to the movements of this human and angel at all times, don't act rashly in this matter, and wait for me to come back." After Lucifer finished arranging the task, he said to the entire demon king present, and after finishing speaking, he turned into a cloud of black smoke and flew away from the zenith.

"Look, it's not as intense as we thought, and it's so disappointing." Asmodeus continued to look at his fingers and said to Mammon.

"Well, as I expected, I think it's a barbarian act to fight and kill." Mammon replied with a smile.

The others disappeared into the council hall one after another, only Basaldo was in place, and after a moment of silence, he got up and left the hall in resentment, followed by a black figure behind him. "Dididi...... Drip Drip...... Didi Didi ......"

Thomas's eyes moved, he was woken up by the alarm clock, the sun outside the window was already shining on his face, because the alarm clock and the sun made Thomas feel annoyed, he squinted and reached out to touch the table, grabbed the alarm clock and looked at it, it showed 7:03, and sighed and closed his eyes, anyway, there was nothing to do for him, sometimes he thought that I was idle anyway, why did I turn the alarm clock, and in the end he blamed it on the habit that he had developed for many years.

Squinted on the bed for a while, at this time he was no longer sleepy, he wanted to lie down to no avail, or lazily got up, sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his eyes with his palms, stretched his waist again, rubbed his temples, his head still came from a bulging pain, thinking back to yesterday's "seeming" was not a peaceful night, he was a little uncertain.

Touching the pain points on his body, the pain disappeared, sighed and got up and picked up the bath towel on the chair and walked into the bathroom, took a hot shower, he came to his senses completely, walked to the mirror, and looked at his casually grown beard, the beard seemed to be popping out of his chin at will, sloppy, this is the only accurate definition he set for himself.

Looks like you've been living a bad life lately, isn't it? Buddy.

I have to meet with Nils this afternoon to talk about the strange things of last night, thinking that he can give some advice, if there is no suggestion to talk, it is good, after thinking about it, pick up the razor and adjust the soap foam, I have to give myself a makeover, after all, he is going to meet a friend, he has to let him change his opinion, he is not a casual person, unlike the walking dead in those bars.

While scraping, he was thinking about how to explain to Nils what happened last night, thinking about it, there was a sudden pain, the blade scraped out blood, and the blood quickly stained the soap foam around him red, so he quickly took a towel to stop the bleeding, washed the soap off his face, and touched his smooth chin with his hand, thinking that he was indeed much more energetic than just now, of course, not counting the blood bar next to the corner of his mouth.

I came out of the bathroom, walked to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, looked at the empty refrigerator and immediately gave up the idea of making myself a sandwich, not even eggs, cereal, bread, milk and nothing, okay, okay, let's go out and eat, it's still early anyway.

Lazily dressed, walked to the small shop at the corner of the street, took a newspaper from the door, and as soon as he sat down, the waitress came over and handed over the menu with a small book, and Thomas looked at the waitress with a resentful look.

"Coffee, egg crepes, and two pieces of bacon," Thomas said, handing over the menu, added, "Coffee without sugar, thank you." Then he gave the waiter a fake smile.

The waitress didn't even look at it, she turned around and left, faintly he also saw her roll her eyes at him, Thomas shook his head, picked up the newspaper, and looked at the latest novelties, hoping to find clues from the newspaper about the strange things of last night, but he didn't want to appear in the newspaper even more.

Soon his breakfast came, Thomas held a knife and fork in his hand, looking at the yellow and steaming egg pancakes on the plate, the soaring aroma of coffee, he didn't have much appetite, and he wondered if he should find a job or something, it was not a way to dangle like this all day, and he looked back and thought, what can he do? I don't have a bottom in my heart.

I think of a phrase my father used to say, "After taking the first difficult step, even the remaining dirt roads will become runways." "I don't know if it's original by him, anyway, it's a sentence he often nags about,. Sometimes it makes sense to think about it.

Thomas took a deep breath and exhaled to himself, "Come on, see where my first steps are?" He opened the newspaper recruitment page, asked for another pen, and while drinking coffee, he looked slowly, circled it, and occasionally took two bites.

Unfolded and looked at the circle he drew on the recruitment page, thinking that it was still a good start, at least six more suitable, he nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "Let's see what we want to do next." He folded the newspaper, drank the last bit of coffee in his cup, put down the money, picked up the newspaper and got up to leave.

After going out, he stood at the door and took a deep breath of the cold and fresh air of late autumn, the cold air stimulated the whole body with the exhalation, impacted his brain, and unfolded the newspaper to the first target to apply for, which was also the closest to him.

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After three regular knocks, the door clicked open.

"Hello, Councilor Morin, there's a young lady looking for you outside the door, and she insists on seeing you,......" Monica pushed the door open and stood into the room with one hand on the doorknob.

"If you don't have an appointment, please ask her to register at the registration office, and I will arrange a time to meet."

Morin, who was in front of the desk, lay on the table, writing something quickly on the paper, and said to his secretary without raising his head, Councilor Morin had gray hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging from his nose, and his body was a little fat, and even the gray suit was tightly supported by his body.

"I told her, but, she said, you understand when you see her." The secretary followed up on the interrupted debriefing.

"Monica, I'm busy right now, you saw that, explain to that lady where I'm now, okay?" Still did not look up, although the words were polite, but from the language was still full of impatience.

"Hello, Miss, ...... so," Morin overheard Monica explain to the 'unbooked' lady outside the door.

Morin heard Monica's voice becoming more and more impatient, and he could hear it through the door, he raised his head and held his nose with glasses on his head, wanting to see who was so bold and trespassed into his territory without his permission, this practice was very disliked by him, Monica's voice just wanted to stop this impolite lady, but as a result, the door clicked open again and again, and the lady in front of him still made him shocked.

"Hello, Councilor Morin, how are you doing? It's really surprising to treat an old friend I haven't seen in years. "The lady was very polite but also very aggressive.

The lady who broke in, about thirty years old, with long red wavy hair, beautiful face, charming eyes, red lips, especially when smiling and talking, looked more sexy, tall figure, black professional suit, dressed fashionably, dressed appropriately and very trendy, it was simply a perfect combination, and there was a cold temperament under the perfect surface.

"Monica, please close the door, I have something important to discuss with the councillor, and we don't want to be bothered by anyone until I come out, okay? My little beauty. The lady smiled and stared at Maureen, snapping her fingers as she walked past Monica, more of an order than a politeness, as if the owner of the room had been the noble lady in the first place.

"Okay, miss, don't be bothered by anyone." After saying that, Monica politely exited the door and closed the door casually.

"You, you ............" Morin was stunned, not only did the lady in front of her exude an irresistible charm, but for Morin she also had unrivaled rights.

"Alright, Maureen, don't be nervous." The grim lady rolled her eyes and shook her head, expressing inappropriate body language.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to come, for the attitude just now...... I apologize for Monica. Morin stood up tremblingly and said.

"Well, Councillor, everyone makes mistakes, not even God Almighty." The grim lady said with a wave of her hand.

Sitting on the leather swivel chair in front of Morin's desk, he crossed Erlang's legs, took out a cigarette holder from his bag, inserted a cigarette, and said, "Your Excellency, it seems that you have been doing a lot of things recently, and I am really here now, isn't it?" By the way, how many years have we known each other? ”

"Uh, it's been 6 years." Morin's tone was very humble.

"Oh! Time flies, doesn't it? Maureen, I still remember the first time you met you, you were still a small clerk, humble, cowardly, unassertive, inconspicuous, and a little shy, and everyone paid attention to your existence for so many years, which was really ....... Felina was immersed in the memories and let out a hearty laugh.

"Yes, without your help, I ...... Remember, what's the point? With a lighter, he quickly got up and lit a cigarette for the uninvited lady across the table, and now everyone dared to take his scar in front of him, he was now a respected and sought-after councillor, and in front of this lady he looked as cheap as possible.

She took a puff gracefully, the red flame on the cigarette butt slowly brightened as she inhaled, and the smoke was exhaled from her sexy red lips.

"This is a return visit to our old friends, and we also want to hear the feedback from our old friends, after all, this is one of the advantages of our company's survival." The lady said in an official tone.

"Yes, yes, very good, very satisfied, I want to introduce more customers to you." While saying that, Morin touched a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head, and said with a sycophant.

"Please don't be nervous, I have other things to do this time, please help, you won't refuse me, right?" As he spoke, he looked at him and stroked Morin's hairy and fat hands with his hand, hoping that this would relieve him of the pressure from the burden.

"Of course, I'm definitely going to give it my all." Maureen is a little more stable.

"I'll just say, Councilor Morin is not the kind of person who is ungrateful." The lady said with a flirtatious look and a smile.

Out of the glass-walled building, standing on the side of the busy road, Thomas folded up the newspaper in his hand and stuffed it into the garbage can, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out the last cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case and lit it, took a deep breath, rubbed the cigarette case and threw it into the trash can, he was venting his dissatisfaction, looked back at the towering glass edifice and sighed, and stretched out his middle finger to the building.