132

In his first awakening, the Red Evil Spirit lit the first match.

He saw that time had gone backwards, that the world had returned to a glorious era, and that the living, complete Lord stood in the light and beckoned to him, saying, Come, my swordmen, come with me to pacify the kingdom of dragons and giants, and let the light shine all the way to the sky city where the dragon of fantasy reigns high, so that the human beings there may be saved, and the ancient gods who cannot be immortalized may be restrained and limited.

They gazed silently at the insignificant light of the fire, and out of nowhere came a gust of wind, the matches were extinguished, the figure of the Lord was extinguished along with the light, and the shadows of the distant enemies turned into curling smoke, rising, rising, and scattering.

The second time he woke up, the Red Evil Spirit lit a second match, and this time he learned to hold the flame in his hand to block the wind and make it burn longer.

This time, what appeared in the firelight was the solemn and heavy black empire, and the black emperor was the king of the earth and the king of kings appointed by the Lord.

The Lord was badly injured and incomplete, and his spirit was not very good, and it was a difficult time, but the Lord and Ulorius were by his side, and there was still something to reassure people. The Black Emperor sat on his throne and looked down on all living beings, and he and the Lord respected each other, recognized each other, and formed a true alliance, sharing the throne of one and two sides, and hostile to the evil six gods of the distant land. Although the Red Angel insisted that there was no one like the Lord, he obediently put himself under Solomon's command for the time being. The red of war flattens the earth, and the strict iron law formulates the shackles of survival, although it is a little down, but the days are still brisk, and hope seems to be at hand.

There were others in the firelight, and the figures of the two conquerors.

Although Medici was dismissive of them, he could not deny that they were his most valuable prey and opponents.

Lighting a flame is easy for a triad hunter, but a resentful fire is not as bright as a vibrant light. But most of the things in the world can't be as expected, there is no wind, but at some point in the dark basement a drop of rain seeps in, and falls on the fire impartially. The flames erupted into huge sparks and were extinguished in the blink of an eye.

That spark was as red as blood, as red as the sunset on the day the empire fell, like the hot magma that erupted from the earth after it trembled. The evil gods have wrought their judgments, the throne has collapsed, the Lord has let out a cry of mourning for his allies, and the ears and eyes of the secret prayers have burst into bright red tears. Red as the blood that flowed into his eyes on the day he fell, as red as the crown on the head of Alista Tudot, who was crowned here on the day he was born as an evil spirit, and the mad fire in his eyes.

The Red Spirit smacked his lips, reaching for the last match on the corpse of the Descendant of Tudor, this time to keep out the wind and the rain on it. But when He picked up the last one, he found that the blood that had seeped out had already wet it, and there would be no more light here.

Decades of silence and dead silence again.

Sauron spoke, "...... The little soothsayer who came before was clever and ran quite fast, otherwise he would have had more pastime now. ”

Medici snorted twice: "Running so fast, and a soothsayer, is he a descendant of Antigonus?" It's not because he can't get anything out of this place, if even the Red Priest's blasphemy card can't tempt him, then it seems that only the Fool's card can bewitch him. ”

"Isn't it, that kid seems to have blown up this place, and poor Lord Red Angel will continue to be a prisoner for an unknown amount of time."

"Everywhere, I'm good here except for being bored, and there are people who put their faces over to me and scold, and I won't get tired of it for decades."

"The god of war has nothing but his mouth right now."

"That's because of a piece of waste like you, of course."

The two hunters passed the time by talking and talking, mixed with ridicule of each other's embarrassment and customary insults to the gods. After a while, Medici's right cheek cracked open, and Einhorn didn't join the hunter communication that the two men clocked in on every day, but after he appeared, both Medici and Sauron gradually stopped talking, and the eyes of the three souls turned to the only door in the room.

Someone's coming.

133

Before the end of the Russell Memorial Exhibition, Edward saw Klein at the exit just after the tour was finished. At present, I still need to maintain a certain friendly relationship with him, although Klein behaves a little raw and a little unnatural, but it doesn't matter, he just needs to do what he needs to do.

According to his guess, just seriously explain the grievances between Bernadette and himself, and then apologize to him. These possible effects alone are not good, and the demons can almost detect the type of desire in others, and use them to devise a plan to tempt and fall. Klein...... Look...... It's a lot of money, and it seems like there will be a lot of money to spend in the short term. Private detective is not a very lucrative job, and judging from his recent movements, he is in the category of good luck, at least not so bad that he needs to receive less than a pound of commissions to make ends meet. But for human beings, the more money the better-

"Bernadette didn't trust me much in the first place, and she hated me even more after Russell's death. It was my negligence to not take into account her hostility towards me in time and let you be affected by the high sequence, I'm so glad you're okay. ”

With that, Edward took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his trench coat and took out two creaseed notes: "This is an apology." ”

Addressing Bernadette as "she" means that the other party is only a high sequence, sequence 3 or 4, not an angel...... Also, how can angels be seen so everywhere. Klein hesitated for a moment, Bernadette's glance didn't hurt him too much, and the divination on the gray mist also showed that they would not have any intersection in the future, so he had the idea of shirking: "You don't have to be so polite......" He glanced at the note, and his speech suddenly froze, relying on the control of the clown to not be dumbfounded on the spot.

There was a bearer account on each of the two sheets of paper - Klein was very familiar with this - and the withdrawal password and the amount in the account were also written below, the first was five hundred pounds, and the second was also five hundred pounds, and the value of these two pieces of paper was more than Klein's entire net worth now!

He, he had just made a request to Miss "Justice" to help him see if there was anything unusual in the bookmarks in the manuscript, and offered an uncapped reward of five hundred pounds......

"I remember you have your own secrets, and the earnings of a private investigator are very volatile. I don't really need money anymore, plus we are all from that world, and it is natural to help my fellow citizens. ”

From, hometown. Compatriots help each other. It is reasonable to say that in the face of such sincere words and apologies, Klein is difficult to refuse.

Knowing it with affection, moving it with reason.

"So, Klein, I hope you can accept my apology and stop worrying about my negligence today."

Confirm both sides of the transaction and emphasize the content of the transaction.

The apology is not limited to the gold pounds in your hand, so anything you get from yourself is considered a transaction.

Ignore the fact that my negligence today can be understood as an increase in favorability, or it can be further distorted into conditions that are more in line with intent to be true.

"The soul under my control never complains about my negligence"

“…… Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Edward...... But it was useless, your apology was too much, and I was not seriously hurt. After a few seconds of silence, Klein controlled himself, did not reach out to take the two notes with bearer accounts written on them, but in his heart he had accepted that the other party's apology was part of the completion of the "transaction", he gradually let go of his guard, and the decision he made a few hours ago to stay away from Edward Vaughn was left behind by himself, and a sense of goodwill and recognition quietly emerged from his heart, and some smiles appeared on his face.

"I don't need this money, although I don't have much to help you, but you are right, we are fellow villagers, we need to help each other."

Edward smiled unconcernedly, put the two notes away, and put the wallet back into his inner pocket, and just when Crane thought he had given up, he felt out of his pocket...... A bunch of zongzi??

"Today is October 16th, I still remember your country's holiday, and tomorrow is the Chung Yeung Festival." Facing Klein's surprised gaze, Edward Vaughn was already prepared, and said with a smile, "Although it seems that you shouldn't eat zongzi during the Double Ninth Festival, you should climb high to enjoy the flowers, right?" …… And the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival have passed, it's a pity that I haven't met you at that time. Originally, I didn't know much about your culture, but Russell kept it in mind, so I remembered. I had a guess that you might be coming to Russell's exhibition today, so I prepared in advance. If you don't come, I'll visit you too. ”

"I don't know what you like though...... I made it according to the recipe that Russell told me, there are sweet and salty, white water dumplings, red bean dumplings, meat dumplings and other flavors, there should be something you like, right? ”

"...... "If Money Klein could still refuse, then this kind of gift was completely irresistible to him." It wasn't until this string of delicate zongzi was put in his hand that he felt that his eyes were hot, and his heart seemed to be filled with a faint sadness.

“…… Thank you so much, Mr. Edward. ”

He used the clown's ability to control his facial expressions, control tears and choked throats, and take the strange food in the eyes of others as naturally and friendly as possible. The dumplings were still warm, and Klein carefully wrapped them in the scarf he had untied them, hugged them in his arms, and thanked him earnestly again: "Thank you, then I'll go first." ”

"Hopefully, they will remind you of some of the flavors of home."

Edward said goodbye to him, sighing, "I was going to a banquet later, and a gentleman who had settled in Bakeland invited me and the others to visit his new home. Russell also taught me a lot of things, you are his countryman, I will give you a taste in the future. ”

134

"'It's funny.'"

On the way to the mansion of Mr. Miller Carter, the initiator of tonight's feast, Edward muttered to himself into the glass of the carriage window, "I didn't buy his soul." ”

"His soul was booked by someone else." The reflection on the glass replied to him, his expression and tone were very flat, "I also feel the resistance, even if the King of Angels predestined his soul, you can't completely pry it in, it seems that the true God has held him in his hands." ”

"Who could it be?"

"Goddess of the Night?" Reflection muttered to himself, "He has always had the connection of the goddess of the night in him, looming, but it does exist. Interestingly, he presented himself as a believer in the god of steam and machines, but he had the gaze of the goddess of the night, which reminded me of a special human. ”

"Megoos."

“…… You remember her name. Edward said admiringly, "I just remember how she ended up with only skeletons." ”

"I didn't buy his soul, but I succeeded in buying his kindness and trust. If we can confirm whose hands his soul is, then we will have at least half of the purpose of exploring the person behind it. ”

"It doesn't matter if you can't buy it, I have a hunch that I can only find more things by keeping him." The reflection looked like he didn't want to say anything more, and when he passed by a bright gas lamp, he disappeared from the glass.

The reflection returned to normal, and Edward Vaughn sat up straight, tilted his head slightly, and adjusted his appearance against the glass. At his feet was the Bakerland specialty that he was going to give to Mr. Miller Carter tonight, not too expensive but with enough care. The carriage was steady and bumpy through the streets, and the sky was getting darker, and the brightly lit mansion was in sight.

TBC

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* Devil's deal.

He never lied, but he couldn't believe a word.

When I first met, I was induced by the spirit of the demon to have a good feeling, and I could be washed away above the gray mist. But if you accept the transaction, it means that you have taken the initiative to accept the inducement, and you will not notice it when you reach the gray fog.

Edward and Richard are also a set of contrasts, the angel is dusty, inconspicuous and poor, and the demon is friendly and kind, rich and handsome.

Because only demons need to seduce others.

*132 - The Red Angel who sells matches, the product of an explosion of inspiration, and the overall feeling is also one of my most satisfying and favorite parts.