Those bastards, Thea thought as she walked back and forth.

"Analyze it," Henry said, looking at Thea.

"They're assholes," she just grunted, pacing up and down.

"Thea," said the old man in a reproachful tone.

She rolled her eyes, but this time the practice was serious. She knew that her grandfather would not give up until she gave a satisfactory answer. Some things didn't change because of the end of the world.

"The monk is strong. He hit those people effortlessly. Demons are also powerful. I barely had time to react until John's leg was pierced. By the way, are you okay?" she said, turning to their guardian.

John was quick to assure her: "I'm fine, my lady, and with the pill I won't have a problem fighting." ”。

"Concentrate," Henry reproached.

"Well, they're also very rich. They spent more money than we did," she said, still feeling a little annoyed when she remembered that monk's stupid face when he kept raising his bid.

She didn't know what the stone was, but her petalworm longed for it. But with the family surgery going on, she had already handed over most of her possessions, and she really didn't expect to need so much money in the short term. Who knew that the useless bureaucrats of the New World Government would sell good things?

"You make a list of things that anyone with eyes can see. Focus, what's going on with your quarrel with the devil?, Henry said, clearly unhappy with her performance.

Thea stopped pacing around and remembered that moment. She aimed one of her petals at the flamboyant demon's throat and placed him in his place. She wasn't ready for such a shameless response and still felt a little flustered. She knew the devil was asking questions of rhetoric, but she wanted to know what the answer was.

Will she be able to kill the demon before Grandpa and John die?Thea quickly regained her focus, knowing that her grandfather was expecting an answer. She recounted the entire incident, focusing her attention on every movement and every expression of the members of the odd group.

"They're not afraid," she blurted out, startled.

"Good. "Go on," Henry Marshall smiled and nodded.

"The demon calls it 'a little fun before the auction,' and while he's mostly joking, he doesn't seem to take the situation too seriously. The monk seemed worried, but worried about the wrong thing. He seems to be afraid that the demons will hurt us, not me. All in all, he seemed more annoying than anything else," she continued, frowning.

"What does that mean?" Henry urged her to keep going.

"Neither the monks nor the demons really see us or me as a threat. Ignorance cannot be explained, because they know exactly who we are. The same was true for their whole team, only the old Asian man looked worried, but he was clearly just a weakling. They believe that the demon is stronger than me, even though I am third on the power list. ”

"What is the power dynamics between the monk and the devil?" her grandfather asked, in a different way.

"Friends. "No, wait," she said, frowning. "The devil performed twice, both times only stopping after the monk intervened. It may not be official, but the monks predominate. ”

"Good. The old man said, "Let's look at the previous question."

Thea paused for a few seconds and repeated her previous reasoning.

"The devil may believe that he is stronger, or at least as strong as I am. But judging by his character, he will not follow the orders of the weak, so the monk should at least be as strong as a demon," she said, realizing that her eyes widened. "The whole group believed that not only demons, but even monks could defeat me. ”

This is a disturbing realization. From the very beginning, she kept pushing herself. She even literally went on a suicidal mission and assassinated the leader of the invasion, which made her family's current progress possible.

Whenever she walks down the street, she feels fear or reverence. She doesn't care about all this, but the fact that she's looked down upon after all her struggles is irritating.

"Great. Remember, a small glimpse or an innocent conversation can reveal far more than expected. Everything has a cause and effect. That's why it's important to always act in a measured and thoughtful manner. But you're still missing details," Henry said.

"You seem to think that the devil is an impulsive character, and your opinion can be disgraced by preconceived notions of what the devil should be. I think this creature is a planner hidden in disguise. Just as we get valuable information from communication, so do they.

"Your time in the wilderness has made you extremely powerful, but your actions have become unnecessarily simplistic. Henry went on to say that if you remember your previous lessons, you can get the information without giving up, "He seems to be preparing another sermon."

Fortunately for Thea, he was interrupted by a feeling of extreme danger.

It's as if there was a monster in the opera house, and even Thea's neck was erected. Even the invisible petals of her weapon began to tremble as they danced around her.

The New World government seems to have angered the superbrother. "Antecedents and consequences," Henry said with a smile, looking towards the ominous feeling.

"What do you think?" said Thomas, looking at the group.

Many delegates still looked a little tired. Thomas can't really blame them, because he has a lot of adrenaline in his veins at this moment.

It's one thing to read a name on a ladder, it's another to face the power that the list represents. Ascending to the first position on the ladder of power wasn't meant to show off, and Thomas had no doubt that the superbrother could take advantage of his threat if he wanted to.

They might be able to concentrate their fire on him down, but not before he kills them all.

"He can be a great asset. He's already shown kindness to the information crystal," Asano said hesitantly.

"It's too dangerous. We can't let such people lose," said the representative of France, frowning.

"How do we stop him? If we try to interfere, he'll just kill us," Joanna retorted.

If we can't control him. "We will risk creating a global network that will only allow him to pounce and crown himself king," the French representative added.

"Do we know anything about him? You've met Thomas before. What did you find?"

"We have good reason to believe that he is American and has some connection to Greenworth. When he first arrived in New Washington, it was one of the towns he had inquired about, and he rushed there immediately after visiting an information broker.

"Shortly after he arrived at Greenworth, he slaughtered all the leaders of the town and erected a huge boulder in the cemetery. Our hypothesis is that the cultivator who controlled Greenworth killed the people around him, and he killed them in revenge. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing exactly who was killed by the cultivators.

"We've been asking around as much as we can, but information is scarce and our government staff is having some difficulties with cooperation because our last representative kind of ruined our reputation. We also showed a photo of Munch to the citizens of Greenworth, hoping that he would be recognized. Still, we had no luck.

"One more piece of news. I have just received a report that Mr. Munch has asked around about the cities of the political parties. When he discovers that Mr. Bernard's town is close to an undead invasion, he tries to broker a deal with their teleporter

"What's that important information?" asked Joanna.

"A farming group from Greenworth landed very close to that location. Mr. Munch may try to find someone who is important to him, and that person may be in the group.

"You're saying we should catch his friends or family?" asked the Japanese representative, frowning. "It was like playing with fire. ”

"For now, we should concentrate on finding them and deducing from them the identity of Mr. Munch. We have come to believe that the name of his town should be named after himself, and that he says that the town is run by a council, which is largely a lie in order to hide his personality. So if we find Atwood in the cultivator group, we're almost certain who he is," Thomas said.

"And then?" asked one representative.

"See if we can find or utilize someone close to his inner circle. So that we can get a great fortune, both for intelligence and for covert operations if necessary. ”

"I believe he will help repel the invasion. You all know how bad this looks. If we can push him to the front, the chances of success will be much greater.

"And after that?" asked one of the delegates worriedly.

"We don't need to get into trouble in the backyard since then," Joanna said with a steely expression, and Thomas didn't make an effort to contradict her.

"I'm not sure. I want wealth as much as the next man, but you have to live to enjoy it," Daven said hesitantly.

"As long as we are careful and plan everything," Red retorted with a sneer. "Remember, this isn't the first Ranke we've killed. ”

"The guy looks strong, though. I get goosebumps at the thought of him. He punched the poor bastards as hard as if they were just practicing target shooting. Not even a little sweat. ”

"He's not a god, he's not a god, because he can beat some people. His head will still explode from a bullet from a high-caliber sniper. No one has enough strength yet to survive the most powerful Old World weapons, so it's a small window of opportunity before they become too powerful. If we fire a few bullets in a staggered manner, no treasure or skill will be able to protect him. ”

Danny added, "His companions would scramble to give Ricky a chance to snatch the body and then disappear. ”。

"He easily dropped 6 million on a stupid stone, and who knows how many things he put in the cosmic sack," Red said seductively, and even those who hesitated couldn't help but nod.

"We will skip the last part of government and set a trap. We're going to have the same setup as last time, do you know what to do?"

A small group of eight people nodded gloomily.

"Good. In a few hours, we'll be going to get rich. ”

Alaya smiled and handed Nams a cup of tea: "Good job standing guard next to the boss for so long. ”。

"It's my duty. Our responsibility, you'd better remember. I've seen you fight with people. Let's not forget that it was Lord Ogras who saved us from suffering and gave us a place in the multiverse," Namith replied succinctly, but still accepted the cup.

Alya smiled as she sat next to the scarred demon in a small gazebo on the outskirts of town.

"I really miss the crimson sky. Looking at this endless blue, I feel like I've been wandering in a dream, or I'm caught up in the fantasies of Janos," Aalia said with a sigh, taking a sip of her own cup.

"Lord Ogras will one day bring us home after he takes control of this planet. We want the Azrezaks to know who their true leader is. They will either bend their knees or perish," replied Namith, his eyes glinting with fanaticism.

Alaya glanced at it, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and sighed again.

"I remember when I was a kid in the slums of Teferizan. My mother was a prostitute, who knows who my dad was. Ever since I got in the way of my mom's business, she has always hated me. She called it "stealing her youth". She beat me, insulted me, and forced me to beg for food to survive.

"I still adore her, and when she goes to work in beautiful clothes and makeup, I always feel like she's the most beautiful person in the world. She's perfect in my eyes, and I'm the wrong one," Aalia said, looking at her sister of more than twenty years, her eyes moistened.

"What are you talking about?" Ah......" Namis asked, her words a little slurred at the end.

"I'm talking about the fact that strong emotions, such as love or devotion, can create an image of reality, even if the reality may be different. You see Ograth as the brave descendant of the Azrezak family, who once saved you, and who will once again reclaim his position as our demonic leader. From then on, he will embark on a tried-and-true path to becoming a true Great Demon King. ”

"Don't you see? When he severed ties with the Azrezak family, he found comfort and happiness. Going home was the last thing he wanted to do, because it was now his real home. But you've been walking around, trying to get Ilvier and Janos to help you assassinate Lord Zach, without noticing that you're actually trying to destroy Ogras's shelter. "We tried to convince you, but you were too stubborn," said Aria, looking sadly at Nams, who had collapsed in her chair. "Something needs to be done. ”

"Oh. . . How.. Lord Ogras. "Vengeance ......" was Namith's last words, and she exhaled her last breath with glazed eyes.

"If one of the wheels is aligned in the wrong direction, the carriage won't move forward," said Aria, her eyes red. "Silly girl, do you think I'm going to kill you unless I'm ordered to do so?"