It must be said that the old George of the gardener's workshop was a very considerate gentleman, and he even sent a horse-drawn carriage to deliver the purchased goods back to the estate for free. So at this time, No. 86 was sitting on the pedal at the back of the carriage, enjoying the journey back without the need to walk. Of course, you have to endure the stench of manure drifting in the wind on the truck, and the bone-like jolts of the wheels with no shock absorption, but this is obviously not a big deal.

Unlike No. 86, who sat all the way to the end, the young Tik remained as energetic as ever, except for sitting on the pedal for a while to rest from time to time, and more often than not, he wanted to chirp like a little lark into the trees next to him, or the stream along the main road. Well, in fact, when he saw the disgraced 86, he almost thought that his husband had been robbed or some other mishap. However, in the flickering performance of the other party's words, the boy snickered and found the answer in his heart, so the matter was quickly revealed, which did save No. 86 a lot of trouble to cover up.

Ostensibly, 86 is sitting there resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he is having another exchange with Mott flying in the air. "What the hell was the demon that just attacked me?" he recalled, recalling the battle, and only later did he realize how dangerous the situation was.

"What is it?" I don't know......," Mott replied very dryly, "no one knows how many kinds of demons there are in Burning Hell, not even the Supreme Heaven, which has been fighting with Hell for thousands of years. Those who have been named are only a part of the mortal world in previous history, and they only account for a very small percentage of the total. ”

"Most of the time, we're dealing with Burning Hell, right?" asked 86.

"So to speak," Mott nodded, "those winged ones are so much milder than Burning Hell!"

"Why?"

Mott tilted his head and thought for a moment, as if thinking about a simpler answer to the question. "Let's put it this way, the difference in rank of Burning Hell is even more severe than that of the Supreme Heaven, even to the point of dying at any time. "The same kind of demons gather together to form their own race, and the most powerful of them will have a name that will be passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the highest status of the race—the lord. There is only one way to maintain the ownership of the name, or to create a new lord - kill the weak and keep the strong! ”

"The power structure of the entire Burning Hell is such a pyramid structure - low-level demons, middle-level demons, high-level demons, lords, high lords (ruling over different races), demon kings......" Mott counted one by one, "until the top, standing at the top of the pyramid, those beings who can't even be mentioned by name, the Demon God of Chaos. ”

"Why can't you even mention names?" 86 opened his eyes and glanced at Mott curiously, "Is this necessary?"

Mott looked squarely at Number 86, and his voice was serious. "So, Boss, tell me, God, why is it called 'God'?

"Strength, if I had to say it......" 86 replied.

"No! The reason why gods are called 'gods' is because they are immortal and immortal!" Mott's voice was unusually hollow, "The gods conceived by Anu, the father of the gods, are forever above life and time, and their strength is only a manifestation that has evolved over a long period of time, but it is far from the essence. ”

"As for why Burning Hell often gains the upper hand in battles with the High Heavens, because one worships power and the other believes in ......wisdom," Mott's expression took on a hint of irony, "In the same unending situation, power only leads to destruction, while wisdom gives birth to trade-offs! So, often the madmen of Hell have already punched it, and the Birdmen of Heaven are still in the council thinking about whether I should block it with a shield or fight it with a sword! quack quack......" Skull said with a laugh, Praise my parables, and I should find an assistant and write down all my words!"

"I don't think the master will agree......" 86 whispered.

"Ahem, ahem...... In short, no matter what, Burning Hell is better than the Supreme Heaven. Mott cleared his throat and continued, "But are the Demon Gods of Chaos in Burning Hell just simple-minded and reckless? Of course not, they have no less wisdom than the Lord Gods of Light, but the minions below, you have also seen, those cute little red bugs, they are controlled only by instinct, and there are orders from the masters of the upper layer. The skull paused, "That is, ......"

"In other words, the attack just now is not a coincidence," 86 understood what Mott meant, "and the target of those bugs is 'me.'" The question is just why, and who is behind it. ”

"That's right, Boss!" Mott landed on top of No. 86's head, "by all indications, the original owner of this body was probably targeted before we arrived." "Even if the bugs don't do anything in the alley, they'll find an opportunity to kill this unlucky man." It's a pity that the other party's luck was really bad and they ended up meeting us!"

"If that's the case, aren't we leaning in on the Messenger behind us now?" No. 86 poked his head out of the carriage and glanced ahead, "How do I feel like I'm going to die?......

"Uh...... If that's what you're going to think, that's fine......" Bones said after a moment's thought.

"There's another question, if the Clearer dies in the mission, will the master resurrect him?......" No. 86 asked seriously, "I mean, this extremely dangerous profession must have some welfare protection, right?!"

"I'm sorry, boss, I haven't heard of it......," Mott said, adding another stab, "but to be honest, it's the first time I've seen a weak newcomer like you......"

The long journey had been left behind by a conversation between No. 86 and Mott, and when the sun hung lazily in the western sky after a hard day's work, they were about to run behind the mountains and begin a night's rest, when they turned over a lush grove.

After this, No. 86 clearly felt that the speed of the carriage was gradually slowing down, and if it was a little confusing to go from a familiar place to a new place, then it would be a strange world no matter where it went, but it would be stress-free. At this point, Number 86 is even somewhat in favor of the owner's practice of deleting his own memories, because this will save a lot of unnecessary emotions.

Little Tik, who was sitting beside him, climbed to the top of the carriage with his hands and feet, and with the "fresh" manure under his feet, announced with great excitement, "We are home!" he said, waving his arms vigorously like a triumphant hero.

No. 86 could not resist the curiosity in his heart, climbed the edge of the carriage, stood up from the pedals, and leaned out halfway. Stretching his gaze forward, he saw the destination of his trip—an imposing manor.

At the end of the road ahead, a circle of tall courtyard walls with long nails nailed to the top hug each other, leaving a pitch-black gate, between the upright iron bars, the delicate pinched pattern and the huge family crest constitute its most striking shape. Perhaps it was because he saw a carriage coming from afar, and the guards standing on both sides were slowly pushing the gate open, and even at a long distance, the muffled "creaking" sound was still clearly discernible.

Inside the gate, a well-manicured lawn and a two-part walkway in the middle arch over a spectacular landscape of carved water jets. Even those who are extremely lacking in aesthetic taste can see for the first time that this statue depicts a god and an angel waving his wings in the highest heaven, and that it is the work of a famous artist.

No. 86's gaze slowly went upward, and farther behind the group of sculptures stood a splendid three-story building. It occupies a large area, with straight lines outlining a solemn and heavy texture, and at each end of the flat roof, stands a sharply framed tower, and a monster-like drip vent exposed to the wall.

Unlike those weather-beaten buildings, its body shimmers with pale moonlight and completeness, and even in the afterglow of the setting sun, you can still see the almost pure whiteness and elegance. Dozens of tall floor-to-ceiling windows are encased in intricate patterns carved into stone, lining either side of the central axis of the main entrance. The slightly protruding vestibule extends into a high terrace supported by several stout columns, and the steps that extend to the left and right merge with the base of the terrace, and finally disappear into the walkway in front of the entrance.

No matter which way you look at it, the architectural aesthetics of this mansion have reached the pinnacle.

"Boss, this is not an ordinary manor, the manor that can be owned...... Mott said to No. 86 next to him, "After so many missions, there are not many manors like this. I'm looking forward to what we're going to go through, quack quack......"

No. 86 was silent and did not speak, and the carriage slowly drove into the manor under the alert gaze of the janitor, then turned to the right and left the main road that connected the gate. "Sir, don't worry, I'll help you pack up all the things in the car. Tike Jr. looked at the silent 86, thinking that his husband had been upset by the experience in town. "But it's only tonight! I'm going to have a day off tomorrow!"

Number 86 smiled and rubbed the boy's head, he actually liked this little guy like a little adult. "Okay, I remember what I promised, tomorrow you have a full day off, don't worry!"

"Hah, thank you, sir!" said Tik with joy.

"What do you think, Boss?" Mott was surprised by the sudden silence of No. 86.

Number 86 shook his head. "It's not ......," he said, glancing back at the mansion in the distance behind him - not only is this the place where he will live in the next few days, but there is also a dark force that wants to kill him, the only question is who will make it out alive...... (To be continued.) )