The moment the shadow formed, an invisible will enveloped the entire banquet hall.

Sensing the gaze projected by the true Creator, and perceiving that He had somehow sealed this place, Glerint felt cold all over his body, his scalp tightened, and he forced himself to speak calmly:

"Who the hell are you?"

He pretended not to guess the identity of the other party, but the real creator was obviously not so easy to fool, A strange whisper came out of the mouth of the inverted hanging shadow, the voice was neither sad nor joyful, and seemed to suppress endless pain:

"Lord of Shadows and Fall."

When he had finished introducing himself, He whispered again:

"What about you? Who are you? I can't feel your depraved nature, but I can sense that the root of that spoiler in Tingen is you, and you have the same soul. ”

Other words...... He doesn't know who I really am?

Yes, my situation is extremely complicated, and even Herabergen and Night, who have always been attentive to me, know at most the nature of my soul, and know that I "foresaw" something.

In the midst of his thoughts, Gleilynt quickly had two choices:

Concealment or honesty.

Of course, it is safer to conceal, but honesty is the temperament that "children of chaos" should have, because the real creator is obviously not here to trouble himself, but to talk about cooperation.

Of course, it seems that half of it can be confessed?

Thinking of this, Gleilynt smiled under his breath and chose to confess part of the situation:

"The Emperor of Order and Chaos."

The true creator once cooperated with Solomon, and he must be no stranger to the breath of the "Black Emperor", plus the particularity of his soul has been noticed by him, so his guess must also be the revived "Black Emperor"? The only problem is that the revived "Black Emperor" should be one step back to fullness...... But if he knew that Russell had been contaminated by the fallen Mother Goddess, he would most likely have been misled into believing that he was a resurrected Russell, and that he had chosen another way of resurrection in order to get rid of the pollution.

"So, what is your purpose in finding me today?"

Without giving him time to think about it, Glerint immediately asked.

The true Creator's answer is roughly in the same direction as he guessed:

"I think we can work together on the '0-08' thing."

"You want '0-08' too?"

"No, originally my idea was to take advantage of the opportunity to take '0-08', but after thinking about it for a while, I felt that 'Adam' would not give me this opportunity."

"Do you have a grudge against that Son of God? So to sabotage His plan? ”

Glerint pretended not to know the relationship between them, and asked suspiciously.

The tone of the upside-down shadow remains the same, or rather, he has no emotion all the time:

"It's between me and Him, and it's not about what I'm going to talk about."

After saying this, He paused, and then said:

"I'm here just to remind you of one thing:

Your activities in Tingen should already be known to Him...... If you still want to continue your own actions, maybe I can help you. ”

What?

How is this possible? Anthy is just a completely thoughtless puppet, and there is no possibility of being sensed by Him. Even if he has been paying attention to "0-08", then at least he will have to wait until Anthy perceives the existence of "0-08" and has a certain interaction with each other, and then he will leave traces!

On his own side, even if he was aware of his own existence, he would not dare to read his thoughts directly.

Glerint frowned sharply and fell into deep thought.

"Two possibilities:

One is that he discovered Anthy's existence through me, and made some speculations based on his brain rather than his extraordinary abilities;

The second is that 'Black Night' seems to be trying to guard against Him and cooperate with me, but it is actually a hype to the end, and he chooses to sell me to the Son of God. ”

"And the latter is more likely, because the connection between me and Anzai was built through the 'world of order'."

Of course, the words of the real Creator may not be credible.

"Don't you have a desire for '0-08'? Why choose to help me? Aren't you afraid that after I get '0-08', I will choose to cooperate with Him? ”

"That's not going to be any worse for me." He did not answer whether He longed for "0-08".

Also......

"So, how should we work together?"

After a little deliberation, Glerint chose to have a limited belief in the real Creator, because this villain was much more credible than the "Black Night" and the Son of God, and compared to the two top conspirators.

If he had fully trusted the "goodwill" of the night, he was afraid that at some point, a blonde priest with kind eyes and eyes as pure as a baby would come out of the shadows around him.

"I need you to help me and help me project my power into the real world."

Let that child be born?

Hearing the words of the true creator, Glerint frowned immediately, this is a condition that he will never agree to, even if he does not consider the values of goodness and justice, putting such an evil god down will definitely greatly change the original "plot", which he cannot accept.

It seems that Gleilint's frown was "seen", and the real creator had to make some explanations in order to advance the cooperation:

"Of course, I know that this is something that the seven 'righteous gods' cannot accept."

"Therefore, I will put that part of my power into the 'Pen of Alsuhod' as soon as possible."

Then I have been busy for a long time, what benefit can I get except to befriend the Son of God?

Glerint didn't speak, he believed that this kind of cooperation that did not benefit one party at all, the other party should not be stupid enough to discuss it, because he could not agree to it.

Sure enough, He continued:

"I can help you suppress the consciousness of that pen, and I can also help you 'fall' when you need it."

The conditions are very favorable, a "Pen of Alesushod" with no negative effects, and it also solves the difficulty of playing the "Fallen Earl" by the way, but:

"How can I trust you?"

This is indeed a problem, and cooperation is based on trust and equivalence of strength.

After a moment of silence, the upside-down shadow whispered:

"After I've put some of my power into that pen, I can accept any form of conditioning."

This is already a very sincere condition, but Glerint does not have the means to restrain the other party.

Of course, not having it now does not mean that it will not be available in the future, and it does not mean that you cannot bluff the "upside-down hangman"...... He pondered for a while, and between the opening and closing of his eyelids, he already had an idea:

"Well, when you merge your power into the 'Pen of Alsukhod', by the way, you can also help me bring something in."

………………

The cooperation was reached, and the majestic and lofty consciousness dissipated, and Gleilynt glanced at Ms. S, who had been burned to charcoal, and took a long breath half sighing and half relieving the pressure:

"I always feel like I'm dancing with the abyss."

Ms. S's "Bishop of the Rose" trait didn't stay, so she should have melted into that shadow and was sacrificed to the "Hanged Man".

Glerint's harvest is only a magical item, a bronze whistle that roughly corresponds to the "Wind Favorite", with three extraordinary abilities of "Wind Control", "Gliding", and "Wind Blade", holding it all the time, and also has an unusually accurate grasp of the distance in the sea, and the negative effect is to randomly make the holder lose his balance.

Largely useless to Glerlint, he casually gave the name "Tempest Dance" and put it away, no longer paying attention.

Faced with "Ms. S", who had almost completely reduced to charcoal, Glerint really didn't have the heart to discern her head, and use it to announce to Vincenzo and the others that the danger was lifted. Anyway, the enemy is dead, and Harrison has become her flesh and blood supply when the two of them are fighting, so just leave this mess here and let Vincenzo and them make up for it themselves.

After dodging away and returning to his own image, Glerint hinted to Alister and the others, telling them that the crisis had been resolved and that they could do what they wanted.

……

In the days that followed, he began to live in seclusion......

By Sunday night, he had worked until 2 a.m., and had finally completed all four of the four essays, revising them, dividing them into chapters, and refining them again, and finally breaking them down into nine manuscripts suitable for publication.

"Next, it's time to find a way to publish them."

"Hehe, then I can come up with the last two paragraphs of my new honorific name...... 'Pioneer of the class struggle, gravedigger of the stubborn old' or something like that."

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