The Lord!

Aiden stiffened when he heard the name.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Say you're incompetent? Okay, the incompetence of the subordinates is the incompetence of the manager, the manager is you, you are incompetent!" Michael repeated happily, ignoring Aiden's unsightly face.

"That lord thinks I'm too slow, so he sent you? What about the oracle?" Aiden pulled back his tie and avoided Michael's uncomfortable cute loli eye makeup.

Michael took out the seal of the family totem from somewhere in the classical gold lacquer wax and handed it to Aiden respectfully.

The family coat of arms of the lord is an ancient style handed down from the Middle Ages, and every element on it dates back to the 14th century. Every member of the organization knew that the Lord who existed at the top of the pyramid was a British nobleman who had been hereditary for centuries, and only the Four Envoys could see the Seal Shield Badge and delve into the meaning of each element, tracing the true identity of the Lord who only had an alias in the Order.

But none of Aiden, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel explored it. All four of them have a common feeling, but once they know that there are too many adults, it is not a good thing.

"What? Scared silly when you saw an adult's handbook? You think I'm fooling you, but you don't think I've actually taken out this thing?" Seeing that Aiden was slow to tear open the seal, Michael asked aloud:

"Did you see the adult?"

"No, only the oracle delivered to my desk silently." Her stronghold in Edinburgh was no less protected than Aiden's, and no one knew how the Lord had delivered the things directly.

Is it Harry Potter magic?

The simple two lines of beautiful floral letters occupy the parchment page, and the elegant written language does not contain any subtle negative words, but it makes Aiden break out in a cold sweat.

"Only adults have the ability to make our doctor doom show such an expression." Michael shook Lori's short legs and looked at his iron-blue face playfully.

"Have you seen it?" After reading it, Aiden respectfully restored the original appearance of the edict and stored it in the safe behind the painting "Ivan the Terrible Kills the Son" by the artist Repin of the E country hidden on the wall.

Michael looked at the scrawny, frightened-eyed old man in the painting, holding his dead, bloodied son in his arms, and the dark red hue matched the office.

She had always thought that a psychopathic surgeon like Aiden should hang Rembrandt's "Dr. Doerr's Anatomy Lessons", but the unstimulating tones were not for him. Ah, hanging pictures is really a science! If you want to scare your subordinates, Goya's "Saturnalia Devouring His Son" is the most effective!

"Who's going to see you. Of course I have my lines of communication, otherwise you think I'm going to drop what I'm doing to take over from you?" Michael's eyes returned to him, and he suddenly had a trompe l'oeil of the dead son in the painting. "My Edinburgh is no more laid-back than your London."

This letter from the Lord is a sign of distrust of Aiden. The end of the unfavorable situation, with the practice of the organization, is definitely not as simple as resigning from the responsibility.

The adult's handwritten decree saved Alan and Div from the crisis of organ harvesting, and Aiden was trapped in the abyss from which he could never recover. As for her, she couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

"I don't need you to interfere, my territory, I take care of myself."

Spanning until midnight on Tuesday, the atmosphere of Tartarus Bar changes from cold blue melancholy to calm dark red, and with the image of the Norse god of war on Tuesday, the overall music also chooses music with a strong sense of rhythm according to the DJ's preference.

The number of people in the room is not too small because it is late, but the more noisy the night gets.

Drinkers seeking a home in the Bar of Tartarus sit indoors in groups of three or five, letting alcohol and notes beat on their heartstrings, forgetting for a moment the world's things; A few drinkers recline on the high table outside the bar, accompanied by the cold night breeze of Windsor, the alcohol burns all the internal organs, and the multiple feelings of alternating between hot and cold are also a novel experience.

Michael was back at the Bar in Tartarus again, just hours later, and the day had crossed Tuesday

For both of them, it is indeed "see you tomorrow"!.

I hope the little sister bartender will like the surprise she gave.

"What an arrogant Tartarus, I'll meet the ferryman of the River Styx!" Aiden calmly pressed the remote control of the sports car, and the door slowly lowered.

"What I want to know is, what if you fail?" This time, Michael stepped on knee-length black stiletto leather boots, a black lace waistcoat and a suede miniskirt, and the skin exposed to the cold air was fortunately protected by a fur coat; Large golden waves draped over her shoulders, earthy eyeshadow and cat eyeliner complement each other, with delicate and plump red lip makeup, and sitting on the hood of a supercar with her feet crossed makes people mistakenly think that it is a woman who is a big brother of the underworld.

"You're not going to get a chance to see the joke." Aiden gently looked at Michael's body, when did she change her look?

"It's always good to plan ahead." Michael's lips curled up in a way that looked even more gloating. "Since our doctor of doom was born without fear, let's go straight to the Yellow Dragon, shall we?"

Michael got up and naturally hooked Aiden's wrist, and as an English gentleman, he naturally would not shake off the lady's slender hand.

He should have cut off a piece of her nail to test it to see if she really has the genes of the demon girl, and her transformation skills are amazing!

The Dolby 8.0-like surround sound is playing BksreeBoys' SraighThroughMyHear, and the brisk bass hits the drinker's heart one after another, and the muscles and nerves of the whole body seem to be plucked by the invisible hand of the note, and dance with it.

Aiden accompanied Michael into Tartarus, and inexplicably he heard the cry of his soul - Tararus, the deepest part of the underworld, there will always be something that hits my heart as the lyrics say, and is my burial place.

Michael walked close to Aiden, and immediately felt his momentary stunnedness like the speed of sound, and chuckled:

"What's the matter, our doctor of doom, has the soul you sent into Tartarus (*Hell Intended) penetrated your heart? Are you scared?"

"Is that her?" Aiden ignored her and didn't have time to pay attention. The Black Emperor's edict has made it clear that his ability to do things is not up to his expectations, and before dawn is his deadline.

"Pretty special temperament, right? She is both handsome and innocent and cute, and I almost fell in love with her after watching her for 3 days." Michael said happily, rubbing against Aiden's muscular arm wrapped in a suit.

"You look like a hot girl with a milky waist and hooking my hand, please respect yourself, okay?" Aiden hooked Michael's sharp chin and said at a distance where the tips of their noses almost touched.

"Boss Aiden is so impatient?" With a bright red smile, Michael looked up to transition his lipstick to his thin, good-looking lips. "Then I'll play the role of the Doomsday Doctor's woman."

"I hope you don't eat the marrow until you kiss me next time with the appearance of an old man with a beer belly." Aiden gently wiped his thin lips and wiped away the grease that didn't belong to him.

Michael let go of Aiden and gracefully walked to the bar and took a seat, waiting for Anya to greet her; Aiden sat side by side with her, silently observing.

"Sir, Madam, do you want something?" Anya felt two burning glances, and when she raised her eyes, the handsome man and the beautiful woman met her green pupils.

"Barender, give me a glass of blue champagne."

This tone and this sentence, she only heard from the mouth of a child-faced Lori not long ago, and now the exact same order spits out from the mouth of a beautiful blonde woman, is it the same person?

Under the fur coat taken off is a Gothic black lace vest, and the full snow-white breasts are about to come out, so that this woman can't help but want to sneak a little, V-shaped face, high nose bridge, and perfect facial features are completely different from the little Lori just now. By visual inspection, her height is almost the same as hers, and she is by no means the petite and cute guy just now.

That can only be boiled down: blue champagne is hot today.

"By the way, give me a straw." Michael smirked.

Anya threw the stemmed cherry into the bubbling blue liquid

Hearing this similar conversation, he stopped what he was doing and stared at her seriously.

"Do you want to remember that kiss when you look at me like this?" At the same time as Michael broke it, he stretched out his hand and took the drink that was in Anya's hand.

"Little Lori?" Anya couldn't believe it, but all kinds of signs told her that the girl in front of her was the same person as Fang Cai's little Lori. "No wonder you'd say you've been observing me for days, and I'm never going to find out."

"Your reaction really made me hopelessly fall in love with you! I've never had such a reaction from you, and for the first time, this horrible guy next door to me has been chasing me like a ghost for days!" Michael spoke homely, and Aiden, who had become the object of discussion, coldly brushed his sense of existence after a few seconds:

"You're my woman now, and your arms are bent outward?" A large hand reached out from behind Michael's back, just covering her snowy breasts, which were coveted by both good men and women, and pinched them hard as a sign of punishment.

"Oops, our boss is angry." Michael, who has a very different appearance, drinks blue champagne in the same way as in the Lori period.

"Oh? This is the boss who is going to chop his hands?" As soon as the clever Anya got Michael's prompt, she immediately took a little more interest in him. Well...... It should not be an interest, but a provocation. "Boss, don't be very good at talking, but you can't do it yourself!"

"Hahaha!"

"I can't do it, don't just say it with your mouth, we can experience it for ourselves!" Aiden looked at Anya with no emotion in his eyes.