The empty room, with not even a bed except for the floor and the sealed windows, had taken all the scrolls and books from the room after finishing the previous work, leaving Angela not even a single piece of parchment.

The black and white striped shirt was covered with a dark brown waistcoat, a beautiful sky blue bow tie, long black hair like a waterfall, a delicate girl like a doll, but her eyes were dark green as if she were completely dead, squatting on the floor with a strip of wood that she picked up from nowhere.

There was a faint commotion outside the door, but the girl seemed to be unconscious, still carving on the ground with the broken wood in her hand. It wasn't until the door was opened that the girl subconsciously raised her head, but suddenly a black shadow attacked her, grabbed her throat, and her delicate petite body was directly pressed against the wall by the other party.

The doorknob was broken by Edward the moment he entered, although he wasn't sure if it still worked for wizards after seeing Mark's "little tricks", but at least there was an extra insurance.

The girl who was pressed against the wall looked at Edward so calmly, as if the pain came from her back, and the delicate neck that was pinched had nothing to do with her, her eyes were gray and she looked like she was loveless, looking at Edward's extremely cold gaze, as if she was a rag doll.

Although I was surprised that the other party was a little girl, it was clear that there would be no third person in this room. Smiling, Edward didn't let up, his right hand stuck in her throat slowly strained.

"Are you the one who came to kill me?" the little girl asked suddenly with an expressionless face, her body almost half-hanging on the wall motionless, not even struggling, her dark green pupils staring at Edward motionlessly.

"What's your name?"

"Angela. ”

"Full name. ”

"Angela Honan. For the first time, the little girl's eyes showed disgust: "I don't like this." ”

"...... Honan" The corners of Edward's mouth couldn't help but curl, he felt as if he was about to come into contact with the truth, but there was no need to be in such a hurry now, he had to learn more from this Miss Angela.

"Why do you think I'm here to kill you?" Edward pulled the question back, smiling a little good-naturedly, "Why would you want to die, Angela...... Miss. ”

"Because Angela is no longer of use - Angela has created all the most terrible monsters in the world, and my father said that Angela was born in this world to accomplish this mission. The little girl said this sentence very plainly: "People who are useless, people who are not needed, there is no need to live, right?"

"Why?"

The little girl shook her head, but Edward didn't care, still smiling, and said, "Edward Witwood, this is my name—if you want to know. ”

"I know they told me about you. An Jiela said expressionlessly, "You killed my father and cut off his head." ”

"Are you going to take revenge, then?" asked Edward rhetorically, "the enemy is close now, isn't he?"

"Why revenge, I'm just a tool, why revenge? I'm just ...... It's just a tool that no one needs. ”

It's just a tool, Angela remembered it from the day she became conscious, and that's all she knew - creating the most terrible monster in the world was her only role.

What a tool, what an interesting vocabulary...... Edward suddenly let go of his right hand, and looked at the girl in surprise, or maybe it was really because he was too surprised, and he suddenly couldn't help but smile.

He suddenly really admired the wizard Aiden Hanan, how far would this guy have to go to completely erase his own daughter's personality and make her believe that she was no different from a chair or parchment......? It's perfect!

Everyone, regardless of age or upbringing, has a self-awareness and self-perception that is the inevitable consequence of having his own opinion on everything - the so-called objectivity is completely false, and human beings are subjective animals, and they will judge the world according to their own eyes and not those of others, at least Edward knew that.

And it is impossible for a person to associate himself with a "tool" and not an equivalent "human" from the moment of birth, because the person himself has the ability to judge and define his own existence - is it the power of magic, or is it a very strong psychological suggestion?

He now felt that he had belittled the Wizard Aiden too much, and that he was definitely not a madman—no one could do such a thing without his mind. Aiden Hanan, he's a real devil, a monster through and through, a monster who has made such a masterpiece!

Angela Honan's personality has completely collapsed...... No, no, no, it is completely impossible to describe such a perfect result in this word, it should be distorted and tampered with, as if a pure white paper was soaked in black ink, and then the "thing" that was taken out was as if it was born black.

How strange is that...... Why didn't I feel disgust and anger from the bottom of my heart when I saw such a disgusting thing, why didn't I feel the slightest bit of hatred and compassion, isn't this all a matter of course?

Why did you know such a terrible thing yourself...... On the contrary, he would be inexplicably happy, and he was about to laugh out loud with excitement - Edward, who was trying his best to restrain himself, trembled all over, and his excitement seemed to be rapidly transfusing blood into all the blood vessels in his body, which made him incomparably unbearable.

Ugly things, dirty things, sad things...... But it can give birth to such delicate and beautiful, such pleasing flowers, with incomparable profanity, but pure like angels.

Angela looked blankly at Edward, whose head was bowed and his body was trembling violently, like a doll placed there, waiting for the doll to be torn and broken.

"You just said that you made the monster, right?" Edward looked up suddenly, glared at him and gasped violently, "You made this qiē, right?"

The girl nodded, without pride or hatred - how could a tool feel for what he had done? Edward nodded, "If that's the case, then you don't have the right to die right now—yes, you don't have the power to die!"

"Because of this monster you have created, at least 400,000 people are about to face the danger of death! This qiē is something you have done, since it starts with you, it should also be up to you to end!" Edward said awe-inspiringly, "You must stop the person who is about to use this monster, and then destroy this monster completely, all of which you must do." ”

There is no truth at all in these words, and people with a little sense and normal thinking can deduce the loopholes, which is completely moral kidnapping - but for a "tool" who is eager to be needed and used, being able to use it is the happiest thing for her.

Or should it be said...... The only motivation to survive is to be "needed", and that's it.

"Really...... Can't Angela die yet?" While saying this, the dark green eyes that were originally full of dead gray suddenly burst into brilliance, and the petite body suddenly trembled as if twitching, and hugged Edward's right arm tightly, as if worried that he would disappear: "Angela, Angela, is it really useful?!"

"Of course, a tool as useful as yours is not at all used to the point where it is completely broken and unusable. Edward smiled and nodded, "At least for now." ”

"So, until the monster you created is completely destroyed, you don't have the right to die, live well, and then destroy the qiē you created with your own hands, understand?"

The girl nodded vigorously. At this time, the movement outside the door seemed to stop, and the screams and fighting all slowly subsided, and the whole room was as quiet as the dead silence before the storm.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Edward could more or less guess what was going on outside, but he didn't have the slightest intention of going out to help - it was true that he had lost Marco Tasker, a guy he knew well, and it might be risky to escape by himself, but it was not as difficult as he imagined, at least it was okay to go back to the original room first.

And Edward had a hunch - this silver-haired wizard should not die, at least not easily by the enemies outside, he dared to bring himself here, it was impossible that he was not prepared at all.

Angela Hanan, who was beside her, tugged Edward's sleeve tightly, as if she was afraid that he would escape, Edward caressed her little head lovingly, and slowly leaned up: "So, Angela, after this incident is over, are you willing...... When do I have tools?"

The girl didn't speak, but her little hands clenched Edward's sleeve harder, and her dark green eyes looked at him motionlessly.

"Bang!" the door was suddenly pushed open, and Marco Tasker, panting, leaned against the door frame and gasped for breath, looking at Edward with burning eyes, his silver hair, half of his face and clothes were stained red with blood, and he raised his right hand with some difficulty, lifting up the thing that was still ticking.

A head.