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A day in the life of "Edward Vaughn".

I woke up from my Intis-style opulent bed and stared at the top of the bed with cascading curtains for a few minutes. All the furniture has been with me for more than a hundred years, and I can imagine every relief line on the bedpost with my eyes closed. Every time the allies and Richard saw them, they would look like they wanted to decorate them with ivory and gems, or secretly take a gold-encrusted chair and carved drawer to auction.

I went to bed at eleven o'clock every night, drank a glass of warm water before going to bed, and woke up at eight o'clock in the morning, and both Russell and Adella praised me for my humanity.

I got to work. By the way, move the allies to the side.

Since He came, He has been able to do some of the work of reading the books, and He seems unhappy, but I am very happy.

I piled up this month's bills from the newly sacrificed institutions and the Aurora Society's spending statements for the week neatly into his stroller, and he rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled one out of the middle. I saw a huge bloody red seal at the end of the ledger:

This month's "loss" is two hundred and twenty pounds and five soles and eightpence.

Ally's pupil earthquake, this month lost the money of my two clothes, which is undoubtedly worse for the Aurora Society, which is not wealthy. But He accepted it all and continued to rummage through other reports.

"Fiscal Application: Two Ahowa County intelligence officers were arrested as intis spies after accidentally leaving false identification while passing on information, and they were released on bail totaling four hundred pounds.

Annotation: No money. Let them jailbreak themselves. ”

"Report: Five people were killed and ten injured in a dispute with a Highland gang while participating in a charity event in Port Prieze.

Notes: Well done, it's okay to kill, don't destroy buildings. ”

"Report: Your Excellency has deliberately provoked trouble and is unwilling to participate in charitable activities in the eastern side of Beckland, and has been repatriated to the headquarters to recuperate."

"Report: Mr. A, the Divine Envoy, has passed the merit assessment and has been qualified for promotion, and I am willing to "continue to promote in this way, this is the closest path to the Lord" and refuse to be promoted through the adjacent path, there is currently no redundant Sequence 4 trait in the association, do you want to issue a task related to searching for potions materials?"

……

The allies get busy, sometimes issuing oracles, sometimes putting a mask of pain on the bill. Miss Furth Wall's manuscript will be submitted to me for review in the afternoon, and the progress of the opera can be slowed down a little. Towards noon, I put on my coat and went out leisurely to the store to buy ingredients and bread.

I met a gentleman from a law firm on another street that worked with the editorial department, and I said hello, and I said hello.

Passing by the eastern side of Beckland, I checked out the despair and suffering of the people. Recall the previous cooperation request from the Witch Cult, which detailed the content of helping a high-ranking person digest potions and complete the ritual, which was held in the Eastern District, which could cause a large-scale disaster. Well, I must admit that I like the calamity brought by witches and hunters, but I don't like death after a calamity. If she could prolong the course of the catastrophe and the dying process indefinitely, then I would be more interested.

However, the other party's cooperation treaty is to help allies descend from the gods, and now that the aurora will be successful, there is naturally no need to cooperate. As for whether or not the terms will be amended to proceed, it is not something I have to think about.

It is a neighborhood where misery and hope are intertwined, a blind spot in the vision of the gods, a breeding ground for cults and extreme emotions.

Most of the people who live here can sell anything for a bite of bread, life and soul are the cheapest, and labor is the most valuable thing. I think I'd have seen the people in charge of the Pilgrimage Sect, but that was about twenty years ago.

Midday. Go back and cook. The allies are categorically unwilling to maintain humanity in this way.

He is only Sequence 8, and He cannot be helped.

It's good that I base my happiness on His suffering. After a short lunch break, I went out early with my finished manuscript in preparation for an appointment with Miss Forth at about three o'clock in the afternoon.

During this time, I decided to go to my favorite club to pass the time first, as there were all kinds of places to rest and plenty of afternoon tea to choose from, as well as a professional and well-equipped band to help me rehearse beforehand – and I went there more often to pack food after the Allies descended. If you don't have to be a member to enter, I'd love to see Miss Furth come here and talk to me.

Someone said hello to me again. I nodded and smiled back.

After a brief conversation, I learned that the front desk was checking in on a new member, and that the lady I was greeting turned out to be a lover of my work and came to the Kragg Club every week.

The new member seems to be a detective, he doesn't pay attention to me, and I don't pay attention to him. The waiter easily arranged a private reading room with a piano for me, and by the way, I notified the resident band to come to the rehearsal.

The rehearsal went very well.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I met Miss Furth at the old place and had a great conversation, and I complimented her on her delicate smoky makeup.

- Smoky makeup is a makeup invented by Russell. It is used to express the deep eye sockets and increase the three-dimensional sense of the facial features, which is all the rage in Intis.

I inquired in passing about the Abraham's family, and Miss Forth knew nothing, and was very interested in the secrets of the Quaternary that I had revealed in a few words. It seems that she must have gotten the bracelet by chance and become an extraordinary "apprentice".

Her bracelet and the seal I was carrying at the time were so strong that they must have been the product of the Abrahamic family, and no matter how bad it was, it was the legacy of a person closely related to the Abrahamic family. Since Miss Furth has used it, there is a high probability that she will hear the cry of "Bethel Abraham" under the control of the fallen Mother Goddess during the full moon.

But there is no direct conflict of interest between the Fallen Mother and I, and I can't afford to stop Him from helping Abraham or even Mr. Men. Even, if the Fallen Mother Goddess is slightly better, the chances of tearing the seal and recovering the essentia as soon as possible will increase, and it would be even better to be able to overpower the Mother Tree of Desire by the way.

Her progress is good, although the more you get to the back, the more sloppy the handwriting, but the plot and line design are much better than the first two times. The lines of the play are more exaggerated and flashy than the dialogue of the novel, and it is a good thing that it can be smoothly transformed - I am satisfied, which means that I can do the work smoothly, so I gave her part of the manuscript fee in advance as encouragement.

Everyone was happy.

I was going to go home and put down the manuscript and sheet music, but my ally told me to go to the Aurora Club, and I asked him what he was going to do, and he said that Mr. A had received a big order, and the details were not clear, and he needed to be detailed.

"A reward for the assassination of Ambassador Intis, although I don't know what it is, but the reward is 10,000 pounds."

73

Mr. A sat in silence in the underground church, praying with his eyes down. The Dark Sage, who sat next to him from a seat, was also silent, pondering the implications of this mission.

"The inner tilt of the aristocracy? Or was Rune going to use this method to provoke a war with Intis? "But this may not be too straightforward and obvious, and if you complete the mission, you will inevitably be met with fierce retaliation from the four churches and the military in the two countries, you have done a good job, and the risk we take deserves a higher reward, especially at the critical moment when the Lord returns to the earth." ”

"Praise the Lord." Mr. A reverently recited.

"Praise the Lord." Kersma also closed her eyes and meditated.

After a few seconds of silence in the underground church, Mr. A was the first to speak: "I'm going to assassinate Ambassador Beckrang tonight, because he happened to have a ball at home for some reason, and it's a good opportunity to get involved." For a quick victory, I pray for the help of the Holy One. ”

"No problem, your grazing 'recorder' abilities unfold. The Witch Sect's cooperation with us has been stranded, otherwise we can use it to gain some of their abilities, and the Curse of Disease is quite useful. ”

With that, the two cordoned off the underground church. Mr. A uses the ability of "Record" to transform into a black knight several meters tall, wearing armor forged from shadows, wielding a giant sword, and demonstrating the most basic and powerful slashing skills over and over again. It took more than twenty failures before he finally succeeded in recording a Sage-level jump slash.

"At present, it seems that force is sufficient, but it lacks the ability to control the other side." Kersma turned back into her human form and flipped through Mr. A's "notes" and pondered, "You can use the ability of the lawyer's path, bribery or distortion to temporarily imprison, but after the switch, you must face the danger of being attacked by the ambassador's bodyguards......"

"I can help you, such as the filthy word 'imprison'."

A voice that always had a demonic seductive tone came from behind them, and the demon came out of the simulated "abyss" and greeted the two with a smile: "Maybe you need more direct help?" I don't know how hard you can record, but "death" should be enough to kill the ambassador and everything living in the current arena, suitable for assassination. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, our purpose is only to cause the death of an ambassador, not the lives of all the nobles and wealthy merchants present, which will involve the forces behind them." Before Mr. A could speak, Ksma immediately replied, "The extraordinary abilities of the angel level are too precious, and they can probably exert the level of a top saint after being recorded, perhaps, what we need is your "imprisonment" related spells. ”

"Chaos and despair are the nature of everything, that's it, it's the will of the allies, I'm just here to see if you need help."

The Angel of the Abyss doesn't care about rejection, his temper is always unimaginably good, which is why people dare not be contemptuous and fearful:

"Recently, our believers have been working closely together, I don't mind doing some small favors to the envoys of my allies, I can give you "death" and "imprisonment", if you have other demonic path abilities on your record, I may be able to raise them to the saint level by infusing spirituality."

Mr. A was overjoyed, and immediately grazing the recorder, and after more than an hour of repeated attempts, he finally recorded the ability successfully. He had already contacted the person who had come to help, a timber merchant who had been invited to the ball. The whole family happened to be devout believers in the Lord—and when the time came, Mr. A would hide in the body of his accompanying daughter, and let the girl use her appearance to lure the ambassador to be alone, and he would wait for the opportunity to assassinate him.

This pious and venerable girl will surely die, so the Aurora Society will give the family who sacrificed for the Lord a reward and favor to help them listen to the teachings of the Lord's holy voice, become extraordinary, and change their names and surnames to avoid the dangers that follow.

After Mr. A left, the Dark Sage asked, "Do you think we need to secretly investigate the publisher of the bounty?" ”

"I don't think so." Edward disagreed, "Now is the time to reorganize within the shrinking forces, and there is no need to make extraneous branches. And the initiator behind it may not allow you to investigate his whereabouts, and killing a few related bounty hunters is just cutting off the way of money, and there is no point. ”

"I see. Also, if Your Excellency does not obey the arrangement and his reputation in the Council is getting worse and worse, do you need my help to mediate? ”

"Not at all." He said, "I'll take care of it, and if he makes a small move or runs away, just tell me." ”

"Yes. And one last thing. "A murder was found somewhere in the East End, and the other party used a gutt-cutting murder method, and we suspect that there is a 'demon' in Beckland operating in the shadows." ”

“…… That's an interesting thing. ”

The Abyss Angel touched his chin and smiled with interest: "Help me keep an eye on it, but with the Extraordinary Trait Aggregation, they will run into me sooner or later...... Let me see, which family brought me snacks? ”

TBC

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I'm really tired every day! I really want to touch the fish!

* The Three Great Demon Families looked at Edward just as Jacob met Amun.

* Every time Edward goes out: he is full of confidence, and in fact, no one knows who greets him, who you are, who you are, and who you .jpg