Countless fragments of colorful crystal light were scattered all over the sky, like shattered glass, pouring down.

"Contract. was broken. ”

In a villa in London, James Morea looked at the colorful visions in the sky, and his heart gradually sank.

As early as decades ago, the Doomsday Party signed a contract with the Old God forces, and the first to discover the Demon Gate was the Doomsday Party, and they liberated several demons in order to sign a pact with the Old God forces in order to have an advantage in the future turmoil.

Originally, the Doomsday Party would not have torn its face with the forces of the ancient gods at this time.

The experiment had just completed its first phase, and it was not yet completely over, when the contract suddenly disappeared at such an important moment

James Morea couldn't think that as the supreme executor of the Doomsday Party in the Kingdom of Windsor, he had to activate the emergency plan!

Without even a coat, the gray-haired James Morea burst out the door, got into the carriage, and went straight to the poker club.

In the poker club, Guy Moran also saw a vision in the sky, he didn't know that it was a sign of a broken contract, and when he was at a loss, James Morea, braving the heavy rain, came.

"Professor?!"

Guy Moran hurriedly asked someone to bring a towel and add wood to the fireplace: "Why are you here?" Haven't we been using a password to keep in touch? ”

"The weather is so bad, it's unlikely that there will be surveillance, and the situation is urgent, so I can't take care of so much."

James Morea said in a deep voice: "Activate the emergency plan, notify Mr. Butler, and let him transfer all the research materials immediately!" ”

"Transfer?!" Guy Moran was surprised: "What happened?" ”

"The contract between the Doomsday Party and the forces of the Old Gods has been broken." James Morea said with a solemn expression: "According to the style of the ancient god forces, they will never take the initiative to break the contract, and the only ones who break the contract are the members of the Doomsday Party, I think, there must be some kind of member who has fallen into the trap. Why is your face so ugly? ”

Guy Moran's face turned pale for a while, and he was speechless, and he struggled for a long time before he spoke: "Professor. Today is the day when smokers do their hands"

"You assassinated Duke Shevali today?!"

James Morea's expression changed suddenly: "No! Didn't I let you go to the scene and command it yourself? Why are you still here?! ”

"I see it's raining so hard outside. The women's union is just a few helpless women. So."

"Are you going to ruin the Doomsday Party?!"

James Morea, who couldn't bear it anymore, roared loudly, he never thought that his former right-hand man would become the unenterprising appearance he is today!

When Guy Moran just retired, he was not only decisive but also resolute, and it was very easy to use, so James Morean kept him and cultivated him to his current status little by little.

But so much time has passed

Guy Moran has been completely eroded by London's materialistic life!

Guy Moran, who realized that he had caused a catastrophe, his face was as white as paper, and he trembled, he was afraid, afraid that James Morea would abandon him, afraid that the Doomsday Party would punish him, afraid of losing everything he had now.

"It's useless to talk about that now."

James Morea sat back in his chair and turned his head quickly: "If the problem is in London, then it proves that Duke Chevali is an ancient god force, and our assassination of her is equivalent to actively breaking the contract, which leads to the invalidity of the contract, how can Duke Shevali be an old god force?" Her Majesty watched her grow up! I've lived in London since I was a child! Besides her parents, Her Majesty is the one who knows her best! ”

"Huh"

A woman's sarcastic chuckle suddenly sounded in her ears, and the tip of her nose smelled a hint of perfume, James Morea slowly turned around, and found a charming and beautiful woman sitting behind the round table in the corner, and the other party sat there quietly, as if it had been a long time.

Freya de Chevalli!

His pupils shrank, and James Morea held his breath, grabbed the cane on the table, and stood up at once.

Guy Moran opened his mouth and was about to shout, when Freya suddenly flicked her fingers, and a black ball shot into his throat, Guy Moran fell to his knees with his throat clutched, his face turned red, and he couldn't breathe at all.

James Morea didn't dare to look away at all, he could only glance at Guy Moran with his peripheral vision, but at this moment of distraction, Freya had disappeared, and when she reappeared, she had already come behind James Morea.

Vanishing with Freya was the cane that James Morea had held in his hand.

"Not bad, not bad"

Freya looked at the cane, her eyes glowing red, as if she had penetrated the mystery inside the cane: "The Doomsday Party still has some good things. It's a pity for you. ”

Losing his weapon, James Moorea let out a few drops of cold sweat, and asked with a cold gaze: "Breaking the contract is a misunderstanding, and the Doomsday Party has no intention of provoking you."

"Shh

The cane came from behind and pressed against James Moorea's jaw from the bottom up, and the hot breath spurted on his neck, and a voice full of charm came:

"Tell me, James Morea, you. . . Afraid of death? ”

"Death?"

When asked about death, James Moorea's eyes were in a trance, as if he remembered something, and he stood there in a daze.

After a few seconds, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, and lowered his head, it was Guy Moran, whose face was blue and about to suffocate.

"I'm not afraid of death, but if you won't save him, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to ask him that question." James Morea said.

With a flick of Freya's finger, the unidentified object blocking Guy Moran's trachea flew out and dissipated into a mist in the air.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

Guy Moran propped himself up, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, gasping for breath and unable to utter a word.

"Aren't you going to do it?"

Seeing that Freya was slow to make a move, James Morea replied again, this time more calmly and relieved than the last time: "I am not afraid of death, my heart has long been dead, in that night."

"You're honest." Freya nodded: "I don't see the fear of death in your eyes. ”

"I'm not going to give my soul to the Old Gods." James Morea said: "In my life, I have done too many evil things and killed a lot of people, but I don't regret it, because everything I do is for the sake of humanity, even if I had to do it again, I would make the same choice." ”

"How do you say that?"

Freya sat down, thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "I remembered! Paimon told me that humans only realize that everything is empty when they are dying, and they will cry and beg for mercy in an attempt to escape the judgment of death."

"And for those who are not afraid of death, they seek to be famous, a good name that will be passed down through the ages!"

"You don't have to put gold on your face, Professor Moorea, who are you, I know very well, Lucy Bradley, right? You've loved the lover of your whole life. It's a pity that it wasn't you who she chose in the end. ”

His cheeks twitched slightly, James Morea clenched his fists, and his tone was mixed with a little anger: "What are you mentioning her for?" ”

"You know what? The wild seed she gave birth to with that man is still alive. Freya smiled and said, "Blonde and blue-eyed, tall and handsome, married and has a daughter. Looks exactly like Lucy Bradley, also called Lucy, as long as you say a word, I will help you kill their husband and wife, and bring the baby back for you to raise, for free. ”

"I don't love Lucy's skin."

"Souls are much easier to get than skins, please, it's too difficult to make identical skins, but souls wandering in the land of death are easy to recall." Freya laughed, "Why do you insist on it?" Is it really for humanity? Humanity will not perish, at least not now, and your efforts will not change the trajectory of history, if you look closely, how many people treat you as an enemy? Like Sherlock Holmes? He wants to catch you so badly. ”

"You use Sherlock Holmes as a metaphor for a human being, isn't it too exalting him?" James Morea relaxed, sat down across from Freya, and said quietly: "Holmes is enjoying the fun of solving crimes, he wants to catch me and prove that he recognizes my strength, this is due to his personality, and it has nothing to do with humans." ”

Freya didn't want to get entangled with James Morea on this topic, so she changed her tone and said, "So you'll never sign a contract with us, right?" Even if we can help you resurrect Lucy Bradley? ”

"She's dead, dead in my heart." James Moreya's old face was full of wrinkles, and when he was sad, the wrinkles deepened, huddled together like the ravines of the mountains: "There is nothing more beautiful than a memory, and to let her be reborn will break the last beauty in my heart, and it is good now." ”

"You don't hate the man who cheated on him, do you? With rhetoric, the scoundrel who coaxed her. ”

"I hate, I'm better than anyone else, I want him to die!" James Morea was emotional, and his breathing became heavy: "Lucy asked me to let him go before I died, for so many years, whenever I think about it, I will be murderous, but I still hold back, because this is Lucy's last wish, she said it to me in a pleading tone, in this life, she has only used a pleading tone to me twice, once when I found them, put the muzzle of the gun to the man's head, forced him to kneel, and the other time was when she was dying." ”

Speaking of this, James Morea took out a box of cigarettes from his bosom, took out one and lit it, squinted his eyes and said: "When Lucy begged me, I found that she had changed, she was no longer the Lucy I loved, but she was the same skin, her soul had already undergone a qualitative change, and my Lucy stayed forever in that summer." ”

"Although I would love to say that it is a touching story, but"

Freya tilted her head and wondered, "Aren't you the one who killed Lucy with your own hands?" Why are you so sad? ”

"She is seriously ill, and when she is dying, I killed her because I will not allow anyone, any being, to take her from me!" James Moorea's cheeks twisted and roared, "Not even if it's sick!" If she is going to die, she should die at my hands too! ”

"You have the potential to be a demon." Freya clapped her hands.

"You know so much that you even know about killing her with my own hands."

Taking a puff of his cigarette, James Morea felt a little afraid: "Could it be that this incident was also planned by you?" ”

"Who knows?"

Freya said ambiguously: "You won't believe me if I say no, because you already think it's our fault." ”

"Isn't it?"

"Yes, of course." Freya laughed narrowly, "You have been fooled, and we have played around like a wild dog. Are you satisfied? ”

James Morea nodded and snuffed out his half-smoked cigarette, "It's time for me to see Lucy, too. Do it, give me a good time! ”

"Your life is not over yet."

Freya said in a cold tone, "It's not me who killed you, including this Colonel Moran who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead. ”

"You're not going to kill me?"

Freya shook her head: "Don't kill." ”

"And what are you here for?" James Morea was puzzled: "You can't come to the club in this kind of weather to talk to me. ”

"I'm here to make a verbal agreement with you."

Freya said, "After the contract expires, I can already do something to you Doomsday, but I have been ordered to spare your lives, but this way, you can easily identify my identity, in case you leak my identity to the church, this identity will not be used, I will be very troubled."

"That's why I've come to the club to keep it a secret."

"The price is not to kill us?"

"The price is that I won't reveal your Doomsday membership to the church." Freya said: "It is the master's order not to kill you, I will not use the master's order as a bargaining chip to negotiate, but I can report you to the church if you treat me like this." ”

James Morea understood what Freya meant.

In London, the Church does not allow the presence of any great power that can pose a threat – except for the Royal Government.

Freya's identity has been revealed, and if the Doomsday Party reports it to the church, the church will definitely get rid of Freya, and even if she doesn't, it will make her lose her current identity.

Conversely, Freya can also report the Doomsday Party to the church, and the church will also eradicate it.

In this case, it is obviously not a good idea to make you live and die, James Morea believes that since the forces of the ancient gods intend to let them go, it is still unconditional, it is better to agree.

In the end, it's not good for everyone.

Even if you want to report it, you should pick a good time, not the present that is extremely unfavorable to the Doomsday Party

"Okay, I'll promise your terms."

James Morea said, "The Doomsday will not report your existence to the church, and in the same way, you can't do it. I mean, you can't report us to the church, Doomsday. ”

"The contract is established."

Freya smiled slightly, and her body melted into the ground as if mercury was melting, disappearing.

"Teaching Professors"

Guy Moran staggered to his feet, looked at Freya's disappeared seat with trepidation, and asked, "Are we going to continue to transfer?" ”

"No need, it seems that the ancient god forces have no idea of doing anything to us recently, they want to raise us and hand us over to others to slaughter like animals."

James Moorea said quietly: "But there will always be black goats in the sheepfold, and if you jump out of the fence, you can break free from the shackles of fate. Inform Mr. Butler and ask him to restart the research immediately and develop a complete body as quickly as possible! ”

"Yes!"

(End of chapter)