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- Eventually, I managed to make a deal with the human and let him go. To be precise, it was compensation, and he had to do something for me. I felt like I was a victim from beginning to end: Mr. Nightmare had slipped into my dreams, I had treated him with graciousness, and I had only come to help my allies descend from God, not to make a fuss. But he took my things. Of course, it doesn't matter, what matters is why he didn't restrain his curiosity and prefer to take a look at it while he was tidying up?

He sees things that he shouldn't see, and he wants to be punished. In addition to exposing me, Rosell had made a pact with me when he was awake that I would not pass on the contents of the diary, especially the parts that dealt with the secret and the starry sky.

I also need to help him keep an eye out for those who can read his diary and spread it without knowing the sinister nature of it, creating panic and confusion, unless authorized by Russell himself.

This is my deal with Him.

He hopes that the human beings and the middle and low order extraordinary beings in this world can live safely without knowing anything. At least the real folks from the old days won't be laughing and laughing while reading His diary and suddenly lose control, go crazy, die, and blow up to pieces.

Of course, I can teach His diary to others to a certain extent, but not a second time, and I can't teach anyone Chinese. That gray notebook was a hundred years ago, and it was the same material I used to teach Richard. Why is it still in my conscious world, do I care? Or is it the handwriting of "someone" or "something", which is not good, and needs to be tapped.

Frankly, I regret my efforts to raise Him. My purpose is only to get Him to gather the remnants of the Temperance faction to my advantage, to take away the anchor of the bound God, and to oppose the Rose School under the control of the Mother Tree. I want an obedient subordinate, like their name: puppets. But He always had his own ideas, such as taking my sect to charity. Through the reverse influence of long-term believers on the gods, I have added a lot of messy anchors that I don't know what the meaning is.

Moreover, a charitable foundation had been established nearly 200 years ago, and a large grant had been received from Russell, who was already an archon at that time.

Which demon is doing charity? It's me, that's fine.

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I remember that when He was more like him, he always insisted on teaching me Chinese, and he was very careful about my accent, which I felt was tasteless.

"You still want to hear your native language." I say.

"Of course." He asked me, "Don't you want that?" ”

"I think it's okay." "The kingdom of Rune is very similar to my native seventeenth century," I replied truthfully, "and even the pollution fog that has persisted since the Industrial Revolution has become more and more similar, just like at home." Your alienation is probably due to the fact that the world as a whole is Western, and if this is an ancient Eastern country, you will definitely have a sense of belonging. ”

Russell pouted: "What you said also makes sense, but your translation Chinese is too pulled, I just want to laugh when I listen to it." ”

"Your spoken English is also terrible, I heard that your country has an English professional level test, I guess you didn't pass." I was-for-tat and hurt each other, "The writers and inventors whose works you have changed must be lining up to beat you up, all the way from Trier to Beckland." ”

"Damn, don't talk about that." Russell hurriedly waved his hand, "Matilda is pregnant, I'm going to have a third child!" Congratulations! ”

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But, but—I know, someone is influencing me.

If I hadn't been clothed in demonic skin, if I had been the Body, if I hadn't been this doppelganger as weak as my hand, if I had come in my true person, the quill and its current writer would have exploded and died when they wrote the first word about me. But there are not so many ifs, and I can only bear the burden of humiliation now.

- After all, the angels of the abyss have never been welcomed. Because I like to run around, do whatever I want, without the reserve of mythical creatures, and always destroy the game between gods. I still walked the earth with a big grin as I did in the Quaternary period, never shying away from the human eye, and never caring that my arrival symbolized disaster and bloodshed.

Mr. Nightmare also had distorted marks on his body, and he happened to come to my dream and just happened to have my notebook removed. I don't know what the writer is trying to do, what is the point of arranging a Sequence 7 with my hand, but he thinks that by giving me a blood sacrifice, he will take advantage of me, and the last person to be so stupid and naïve was Russell, so I warned him.

Now Russell probably scolds me every day in the mausoleum.

Although His inventions were spread all over the world, people watched His operas and novels with His developed light bulbs and various props, and nobles and commoners played His games, those who believed in Him were classified as cults. His only anchors were my charity, which had received the grant, and a few high-ups in my denomination—they thought I had a good relationship with Him, indeed. The children of the charity would thank Russell the Great at their weekly prayers, reciting His name and me. These tiny, world-wide anchors were His last straw.

The Black Emperor's insignificant, self-deceptive conscience saved him.

He is awake, I know. I am glad that He is awake, for in this way the great Consul, His Majesty the Emperor, who had made a deal with the devil, could listen to the prayers of the children and the weak in the lightless mausoleum, and day after day in the gap between sobriety and madness, recalling over and over again the sins he had committed and the seas of blood that he had made with his own hands.

…… How pleasing to the eye.

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Dunn pinched the bridge of his nose and yawned slightly, feeling that he seemed a little unenergetic today.

But this is also normal, yesterday I was busy with Crane Moretti investigating the witch-related case, and followed him to the morgue to psychic Mrs. Sharon. But Lady Sharon's spirit had vanished without a trace, and it was too late to go. In the afternoon, he was busy writing reports to the church and assisting the police in handling the scene of the incident to prevent imitation crimes. Visiting Hood Eugen in the insane asylum in the early hours of the morning, and patrolling Tingen's dreams as usual at night, digesting nightmare potions, the whole day is so fulfilling that even sleepless people feel tired.

To refresh and refresh himself, Dunn silently remembered the food he had eaten in his dream last night: pan-fried lamb chops with lemon juice, milk tea with plenty of milk, steak with black pepper sauce, fish and chips, expensive Highland black tea, smoked salmon sandwiches, milk sponge cake, biscuits......

Thinking of this, he habitually checked himself and found that although his body was tired, his spirit was actually better than ever! Nightmare's potion seemed to have been fully integrated into his body, and he felt that his mastery of power had reached the best state ever!

My potions are completely mastered! The effort paid off, and Klein's approach worked...... A hint of surprise appeared in his deep eyes, and a certain figure flashed in his mind to calm him down. But the usually steady captain of the night watchman could not hide his joy, got up from his chair, and paced back and forth in the office several times.

"Tuk Tuk!" There was a knock on the office door, and Kornley poked his head out of the door, "Captain! Old Neil brought Mrs. Sallyste's treats with your favourite pie and sorbet, made especially for you by Mrs. Sallyest, come out and eat it! You were late last time! ”

Deng En's eyebrows were overjoyed, and although he maintained the captain's reserve and composure, his pace still involuntarily accelerated by half a minute.

Kornley happily opened the door to make way and led his captain to the bustling lounge. As he went downstairs, Dunn glanced out of the window and saw a gentleman passing by the night watchman's small building. The two looked at each other by chance, and Dunn subconsciously nodded to each other, and the other party also pressed the brim of his hat very kindly.

The figures of Kornley and Dunn quickly disappeared from the window.

Edward loosened the brim of his hat, looked at the small building with the sign "Black Thorn Security Company", and said to himself, "This is it?" ”

"This was originally the stronghold of the Night Watchman, and the hero who destroyed the God's plan is here?" He spoke with a little appreciation, "That's right, that's good, when disaster strikes, someone has to die and struggle, and it's perfect to fall into the Jedi inch by inch with hope, and I'm really wanting to make this city my own more and more." ”

He listened intently, and heard the Nightmare say in a calm voice with a hint of joy, "I've mastered the Nightmare potion, and this month, our Nightwatcher team may submit a second special request. Then there was a cacophony of cheers, heckling, patting on the shoulders and hugging, vague blessings that seemed to carry something in their mouths, and the repeated mention of a name—"Dali."

Followed by "Madame", a human female, his love?

Thinking back to last night, all he showed was a sense of justice and a remarkable spirit of self-sacrifice. Edward thought with interest, but the voices were so noisy, and the human voices were always jumbled and of little value, that he only listened for two seconds and then stopped caring.

"Alright, Nightmare can help me monitor the movements of the night watchers, and I can be the first to know if there is any emergency. It's almost done, so why don't you visit that daring human? ”

In a house with a red chimney and a garden, I'm looking through my notebook and adding the new sentence "...... Understandably, Dunn saw the Abyss Angel in a dream, which unfortunately upset the other party. He's been controlled and hinted at quite covertly as a result, which is in line with Ince Zangwill's expectations." The archbishop of the night sneezed unexpectedly, and felt a chill.

TBC

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*Thank you all for your support! It's not good to be ambitious, it's mainly plot-based, and if you can finish it, it's .jpg considered a success

* With the help of an effective anchor and an outer god, Russell does not sleep all the time as in the original, but wakes up and sleeps halfway, but when he wakes up half the time he is crazy. Carving a tombstone for Edward Vaughn in the grave was one of the few acts he was most able to sustain sobriety.

It's September 5th, and it's 4 days before God's descent.