"You really look like a qualified editor." Elle looked at Kerma with some mockery, who was checking her manuscript word by word, and the latter looked up, his handsome face shrouded in darkness with some confusion.

"Why are you writing these things?" He felt that he could no longer keep up with the brain circuits of the strange girl, who always liked to create all kinds of surprises for him.

"It's boring~" Elle leaned back and lay on the bed, fortunately the dress was long enough without revealing a trace of scenery, although she knew that even if she was gone, Kersma would not look at it. "Besides, I've already submitted an article to the newspaper, so now it's for you to see in advance whether the follow-up plot arrangement is reasonable."

"I have a feeling that your choice of subject matter may not be so suitable." It was rare for Kerma to discuss it with her in earnest, "There are many Storm Cultists in Beckland, you know. He put down the pile of manuscript paper full of words, and on the top was a very conspicuous line of Juan Xiu Hua words—"Me and my Countess."

Hell, this madman would humorously complain about the Storm Church. Elle said with some resentment: "I am afraid that those guys whose heads are in the water are born of curly-haired baboons, especially the so-called philosopher Lu Ermi, who even proposes that women are born with intellectual defects, so they should take the words of their father and husband as the orders of their masters." Nor would the Creator have had created them by replacing the pituitary gland with a mouse or a cockroach. ”

"In fact, his thinking is not unacceptable, but there are certain limitations of the times." What is it? Kersma said that the times are limited, and you are a devout believer of the true Creator who still understands philosophy? Elle suddenly remembered another "Black Sage", Leomaste, poor true creation, probably only his beloved red and white rose was his most loyal follower.

Elle looked at the demigod with some surprise and said faintly: "I thought you would think that superficiality is a woman's soul, like a mist floating on shallow water, and a man's soul is deep, like a torrent surging deep on the earth's surface, and a woman can feel its power but don't understand it. (It's not me saying it, it's Nietzsche who said it)

"It's not that the ignorance of the lambs has nothing to do with gender, they are stupid and ignorant, so they need the Lord's indoctrination, so there are shepherds, only by listening to the teachings of the Lord, accepting the sublimation of the soul and the mind, they can become a person in the strict sense, Backerland has a population of more than five million, a few curly baboons control the official, and the foolish lambs have almost four million, and only a few can be baptized and ascend to the kingdom of God." Presenter Kesma unusually began to make his tirade, well, he didn't discriminate against women, he just discriminated against everyone who didn't believe in the true Creator, and sure enough, there was nothing to talk about with the madmen of the Aurora Society.

Honestly, what would happen if he met the ancient Sun God believers in Silver City? Think heretics are far more hateful than heretics?

"As for sales, you don't have to worry, doesn't that "Storm Villa" also use Ms. Sissi as the protagonist, and besides, I don't plan to earn these manuscript fees, just to relieve boredom and loneliness." Elle is not going to communicate with these madmen who don't treat people as human beings anymore, these madmen will only frantically correct your three views and make you accept the whispering teachings of the real Creator.

"But I agree with his idea that most lambs are ignorant, and perhaps biologists or sociologists many years later will think that these uncivilized creatures are actually a subspecies of baboons?" Elle looked at the handsome Kersma, and saw that he was still worried about his manuscript, what was wrong, did he take the wrong medicine?

"That lady Sissi's crush is a man, I think your arrangement may be rejected by the vast majority of people, you better be mentally prepared in advance." Kersma couldn't help but hit her when she saw Elle's optimistic expression.

I didn't write it to them, and besides, I made a pen name in your name. Elle still didn't tell Kersma the truth, maybe the sage would be reprimanded by the angels for being misunderstood and indulging in writing novels in his spare time? She couldn't help but gently cover her small mouth that couldn't hold back her laughter.

……

As soon as Hazel Macht woke up, he saw the little snake curled up at the head of his bed, and that guy had sent a letter again? She looked at Jörmungård suspiciously, and saw that the little snake was sleeping soundly, not at all like it had a letter, could it be that she knew her own thoughts and asked it to help her hunt Ziringus?

She stroked her beautiful dark green wavy long hair, her fingertips gently wrapped around her chest, for a girl of her age, there is a good family to support her privileged life, she can almost be called no worries, she can pursue what she wants with all her heart, and the vast and mysterious extraordinary realm is precisely the most enthusiastic topic of these aristocratic young girls, the dangerous corner hidden under the iceberg is not revealed in front of these greenhouse flowers, they always think that the extraordinary realm is magical, Interestingly, it's easy to overlook the madness and danger that comes with getting out of control or otherwise.

Today may be another idle day. Hazel changed into her usual casual clothes as usual, and her father, Congressman Macht, and her mother, Madame Liana, prepared to attend a ball hosted by some members of the New Party. Her father, a former army officer, entered politics after leaving the army, and her mother, who came from a family of barristers, provided a lot of resources for Mr. Makht to enter politics, both of whom were followers of the goddess of the night.

However, compared with the big aristocrats of the Conservative Party and the New Party, her family still lacks a lot of background, which is why the Parliamentarian Maher has never been able to become a big supporter or speaker of the New Party like Earl Hall.

She thought about it for a moment, and finally reached out and let Jörmungåt cross it around her wrist and forearm, but fortunately, the sleeves were looser, and after wearing gloves to cover it, it didn't look bulging.

Well, according to their methods, they can feel the digestion of potions very quickly, and stealing just for the sake of playing is always not so happy, and stealing other people's items is not something a lady should do......

Hazel pulled the brim of her hat to cover part of her face slightly, and she propped up a parasol, her dark brown eyes twinkling, looking around for her target.

"The necklace doesn't sense anything of value, and sure enough, people like me aren't very common in Beckland." She walks the streets of the West End, where security allows her to go out on the streets alone without worrying about thieves, thugs, and gangsters.

She noticed a gray-eyed man with high cheekbones and neatly combed hair walking by, or rather, it wasn't she who noticed, but the necklace around her neck that had been given to her by her teacher.

He had value worth stealing, and Hazel casually glanced back, the man was carrying a suitcase, a little pale, and dressed in a well-dressed formal suit, which Hazel recognized as Patrick Jason, a banker from Beckland.

Jason didn't notice the fleeting sight behind him, or rather, he didn't expect someone to make his own idea here, and his steps were unhurried, and he was about to turn the street.

Hazel was about to turn around and follow, when she suddenly felt the little snake bite on her wrist, and her movements were stagnant because of the pain, and her beautiful face was even slightly distorted, and by the time she came back to her senses, the Mr. Jason was gone.

In the shadow of a house, a pool of viscous black liquid gradually gathered, this black liquid is like the most terrible collection of ugly desires and violent emotions in the depths of the human soul, full of greed, hunger, and lustful impulses, but only for a moment converged into the human form, revealing that pale face.

The man with towering cheekbones looked solemnly in the direction just now, and in the end he didn't say anything or do anything, he simply turned away with the suitcase in his handbag.

If Elle were here, it would be easy to see that this was similar to the ability of the "Disobedient", which belonged to Sequence 5 of the "Abyss" path, the incarnation of desire only possessed by the "Apostle of Desire"!