He has a round face, a slightly bald forehead, and is dressed in a black coat.

Standing on the edge of the dimly lit attic, facing Charles on the sofa, the visitor raised his hand and greeted him in a friendly manner.

However, Charles was not friendly to this, looking at this sudden middle-aged demon, his eyes flashed, and his manic thoughts burst out in an instant!

The sound of the wind kicking up a large amount of dust was muffled, and the smiling guy's face changed, and he hurriedly launched a teleportation, appearing directly in another location.

A sharp rumbling sound was immediately heard in his ears, and after standing firm, Crowley raised his hand to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his face as he watched as he watched the steel wall that had been "knocked out" by the Char Nian power, revealing the sunlight outside.

"What a surprise, this is your new way of welcome?"

"No, that's what it means to send off guests." Charles snorted, "I have a feeling that you will be fine when you come." ”

"Satan again." Crowley's face turned pale when he heard this: "For your sake, I betrayed the noble prince of hell, you know how much risk I had." ”

His tone was a little plaintive.

It's a pity that Charles doesn't eat this: "Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to do with me?" Also, how did you find me?"

He wondered about it.

Obviously, the nightmare beast is gone, how can his whereabouts be exposed to this person's eyes again?

"Christmas is coming, and of course you need to prepare a gift for a friend." Crowley shook his coat and saw that Charles didn't do anything more, and he smiled again.

"As for how to find you. Well, all I can say is that demons also watch TV news. ”

After that, he didn't explain much, and after glancing around, he changed the subject and said, "Obviously, this is not a good place to chat. Shall we go to a café not far away for a friendly conversation? ”

"Right here, let go of a fart." Charles replied angrily.

For this insidious and cunning demon, he has no leisure or politeness.

"Don't be like this, we can be considered friends, you can't be polite when you speak."

Crowley sighed, and then saw that the other party's face was different, and hurriedly blurted out the purpose of his trip.

"Sending you 73 demons, what do you think of this Christmas present?"

"73 demons?" Charles was stunned.

"Yes, Devil, three days later, Chicago." Crowley nodded earnestly, and then said, "You see, I'm very generous, maybe I can consider dressing up as Santa Claus on the day of the holiday." ”

Charles was noncommittal.

If there are really so many demons who give it to him in vain, then of course he shouldn't want it in vain, but this person in front of him is not a trustworthy person.

"Who knows if this you're talking about is a trap." He asked bluntly.

"It certainly can't be a trap." Crowley said, "Why else would I take the initiative to give Dagon to you?" ”

Charles couldn't deny this, but he still didn't trust him: "What is your purpose? Exclusion of dissidents? Have fun pit your kind? ”

"Maybe you can put it mildly," Crowley blinked, "How about the word?" ”

"Ideas? You mean about the apocalypse? Charles was enlightened, but still puzzled.

"Why?"

"That's a good question." Crowley smiled.

"So, why is it inappropriate for a good big boss to risk his life to be an errand boy for others?"

"Demons are not idiot angels who only listen to orders."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a pile of flesh and blood fragments burst out of the partition under a corner of the warehouse.

There was no small noise, and Charles glanced around the corner, but didn't say anything.

They were two children, and two descendants of the god of lights, who had been hiding there before, and Charles had known about it for a long time.

"You're welcome."

Seeing that his face was expressionless, Crowley smiled and left this sentence, and then disappeared with a faint dodge.

The speed with which Charles left was as decisive and even abrupt as ever, and Charles was used to it, but he was still puzzled.

Isn't that what you mean by "giving gifts"? Why didn't you talk halfway?

He wondered, but then the phone vibrated in his mouth. When he pulled it out, he narrowed his eyes at a piece of information.

[Chicago, three days later, interested in phone contact - Crowley]

"How did he know my phone number?" Charles frowned.

But before he could ponder it, another message suddenly appeared.

[I'm in Louisville - Fiona. Goode]

Charles was speechless.

"Who the hell leaked it?"

He muttered, a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that those who know his phone number are unlikely to leak such private information, but for now......

"Confused by spells?"

With a guess, Charles felt the urge to throw his phone away.

After all, as long as he knows his phone number, then someone with a heart will be able to locate his location, and in this way, his talent will not be effective at all.

But in the end, he didn't.

In modern society, it is really inconvenient to have no mobile phones......

"I'll get a different card when I go out in a while."

The thought crossed his mind, but Charles was in no hurry to leave.

Instead, he stood there and began to chant awkward Latin incantations.

After a while, the sound of the spell fell, and a cloud of gray grew out in front of him, converging into a middle-aged grim reaper in a black suit.

“boss。”

He bowed to Charles.

"Metatron has a connection with a small tribe of the Indians, or is hidden in a tribe, you can help me keep an eye on it." Charles commanded.

He was going to find it himself, but after thinking about it carefully, he had to give up the idea.

As for the God clerk hidden in a certain alley, Charles only has these two words in his memory, so even if he tries to do it himself, he may not be able to find it successfully.

So it's better to leave it to the Grim Reapers.

"By the way, there's also the Monster Ancestor. If there's a place for them, remember to give me a copy. He added.

Death nodded, and then saw that Charles had nothing else, and then he turned into ashes and dissipated.

"I'm glad to have these Grim Reapers."

Charles was a little glad about this, and then thought back to what Crowley had said earlier.

The one apparently didn't want the apocalypse to appear, which was in line with the American hunters, but for Charles......

With thoughts racing through his mind, he turned and walked out of the storehouse attic. As you walk, take a card out of your wallet.

Then he asked the "sleepy-eyed" silver-haired old man among them.

"Tell me about the thing you mentioned."

"What's that?" The silver-haired old man in the card didn't seem to have woken up yet, rubbing his eyes, looking a little dazed.

"Valhalla." Charles reminded him.

Before he found the lair of the lamp god, he had talked to this thing. As a result, Charles's original thoughts that he didn't care much about have quietly changed.

Because from the mouth of the god of the winter solstice, he learned that the mythical place called Valhalla has a very interesting ability - it can transform human souls into a kind of existence called Heroic Spirit.