"So," Medici sat down in his tent at random, stretched his legs, raised his left leg and rested on his right leg, adjusted his sitting position, and looked at Amon standing in front of the sand table, "What bad idea are you holding back?" ”

Before the other party could respond, he touched his chin again and laughed "hey": "By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, the fastest falling dual-sequence true god in history." Tsk tsk, this record is really admirable. ”

"I can understand," Amun replied with a reciprocal salute, "after all, even Loftus-Cheek didn't take you seriously, and if you don't show a little competitiveness, you're going to be eliminated by the times, Medici." ”

The arrogant expression of the "Red Angel" remained unchanged, but he took the opportunity to bring the topic into the distance: "What's the use of laughing happily now?" The winner is the one who has the last laugh...... Little crow, your situation is not much better! For the Lord's sake, say, what is the help of me? If the pay is right, I will seriously consider it. ”

There were illusory cracks on His left and right cheeks, and he was forced back by the dominant body of the body.

Amun, who was casually fiddling with the wooden flag symbol in the sand table, didn't say anything that neither of them wanted to hear, but just raised his hand to hold the monocle in his right eye, and asked instead: "Are you sure to take a few percent of the territory of Fusak?" ”

Medici stretched out his hand and gestured rather casually, enclosing about a quarter of the territory in the northwestern corner of the Vorsack Empire.

It is far away from the capital of Vrsak, St. Millon, away from the current headquarters of the God of War Church, the "Twilight Temple", backed by the sea of mist, and does not border other countries in the Northern Continent, which is a very remote and barren area.

Amon nodded noncommittally, adding a condition to his previous question: "What about the acquiescence of the night?" ”

The Red Angel glanced at him thoughtfully, then changed direction and drew diagonally along the Antars Mountains, which ran southwest-northeast through the Vosak Empire, leaving the Plains of Eternal Night bordering Rune and the industrial belt of the Makai region to the right.

"There aren't so many believers in the night." He lazily scanned the map and smiled confidently, "The apostate led by that waste patriarch is all in the center of the empire far from the east coast, fleeing to the southern continent through the misty sea to the west, and I don't know what they are colluding with, preparing to split Fusak into two parts, east and west. In exchange for territory, in three years, I can help him solve this hidden danger. ”

True Gods have the ability to die without stiffening, and they all know this. The night can not force the remnants of the God of War to convert, and he can temporarily use the vest of the "God of War" without changing his honorific name, but he can't let the God of War really use some high-level believers to resurrect, which will shake those shallow believers who have already taken refuge in Rune and the Church of the Night after the defeat, and interfere with his pace of attacking the old days.

Once the "revival faction" in the Church of the God of War gets the territory and gets the cornerstone of respite and development, it is quite a hidden thing for the night. After all, no matter how close the end is, there are still more than ten years, and it is more than enough for something to happen, not to mention that the remaining few true gods will still seek a way to ascend to the old times or a bargaining chip to save their lives in these ten years, and conflicts of interest and cooperation are indispensable.

Add to that the slumber of "mystery" and "creator", plus the increasingly fragile barrier and the outer gods that are about to move.

The night needs to be in a state of intact and worry-free to deal with more unexpected situations.

This is the confidence of Medici to dare to ask for nearly half of the territory of Vrsac with a wave of his hand. There is no irreconcilable conflict between the night and them, and if they cooperate, he will be happy to pull out this thorn in the eye for the night, and then use the earth to provide enough anchor for the Lord.

Just as Medici did not question what chips he could use in exchange for the acquiescence of the night, Amon did not doubt the authority of the other party in the matter of war, and patted the fine sand stained on his palm: "Then so be it." ”

Dividing up a huge empire in a few words, Medici flexed his finger and tapped the edge of the sand table, so Ulorius, who had been silent until now, but only listened to the conversation between the two, blinked, and the messed up signs and terrain returned to their original appearance.

Then, the Serpent of Fate turned to Amon and asked in a very light tone, "I want the Fool's favorite, what do I need in exchange?" ”

After hearing this question, both Sauron and Einhorn, who had been suppressed, came out of their mouths, one began to gossip, and the other began to scold Medici.

Not paying attention to the multiple noises, Amon also touched his chin with curiosity and said, "I really want to know what you all saw in him...... I refuse, but if you don't want to live or die, I can give it to you for free in a while. ”

Urorius pondered for a moment, as if to refine the course of the river of fate.

Finally He said, "Live." ”

"That's more troublesome." The blasphemer sighed half-heartedly, "If you want to take away the traits of another snake first, I can help." ”

The serpent gave him a very fateful reply: "I'm still waiting. ”

I don't know if I'm waiting for an opportunity or what, Amon doesn't care, and by the way, he stole the voices of Sauron and Einhorn on the topic, so that Medici's attention returned to him: "I'll put people here with you, just don't die and don't go crazy." ”

Medici: "? ”

"Little crow, I'm here to fight, not to walk your dog." He said this, but a somewhat playful look appeared on his face, "It's just that it's not dead or crazy, this requirement is a bit low, right?" ”

Low to match Amon's attention to his bets. If it was just for the little one to disappear for a short time, He believed that Amon had many easier ways to do it.

And throwing people into the red of war is to clearly ask Medici to take action on their behalf to toss people and hone them.

Even if Ulorius says that he is a "fool's favorite", it is not enough to explain this special concern of Amon. This made Medici wonder what was so special about that unlucky bastard.

Amun, who was obviously not prepared to reveal the answer at this moment, straightened the ordinary crystal lens of his right eye.

So in a few moments, the curtain of the tent was gently lifted, and Douglas, the unlucky man chosen, cautiously poked his head in.

"You...... Call me? ”

One red, one white and one black, the distinct and different personalities of the three angels helped him quickly find his target, and after getting permission, the master of tricks got into the tent and bury his head and walked quickly to Amun's side, his expression faintly uneasy.

Then this uneasiness was implemented by Amon in a word.

"You stay here for two weeks."

"......" sniffed from the cold, and although Douglas had a premonition, he still unconsciously showed a pitiful expression, "I—Can I know the reason?" ”

"Because I'm going to do something important," Amon replied in a brisk tone, "and you'll be in danger if you get too close to me." And in the meantime, do not recite my name. ”

This simple and powerful answer blocked all the reasons for Douglas's refusal at once, and he opened his mouth without refuting it, so he had to continue to ask: "So, ...... over there in the church?" ”

Amon raised his right hand, clasped his five fingers in front of him and made a pulling motion, and then clapped his hands: "I'll solve it." Have more questions? ”

A vague tugging sensation was fleeting, and Douglas resisted the urge to look down to see if he was missing some parts, and although he didn't want to admit it, he honestly said, "No ......"

Before the words fell, Amon's pitch-black figure suddenly disappeared in place, walking very neatly.

Douglas reached out and stroked twice in the air without tears. Although he and Amon are not particularly familiar, there is no harm if there is no comparison, and now the unfamiliar environment and the strange angel, without Amon by his side, he is really scared......

The only thing to be thankful for is that the "wriggling hunger" is still in his hand, and this powerful seal may be the last thing he can rely on.

"Tut-tut......" Medici, who had watched their interaction, narrowed his eyes, clapped his palms to bring Douglas back to his senses, and said leisurely, "Since the little crow said so, welcome to the 'War Red', little one." Here my orders are absolute, and orders and prohibitions are the most basic requirements. Of course, if you're not satisfied with the current rules, you can always challenge yourself, as long as your fists are hard enough, it won't be a problem if you want anything. ”

“…… I understand. ”

The master of tricks' eyes flickered for a moment, remembering the unique "welcome ceremony" here, and to be honest, his abdomen was still aching faintly after being beaten to Don. After Medici spoke, Douglas's somewhat uneasy thoughts were forced to converge, revealing a pretense of calmness.

Under the simple and pure order of the jungle, he instinctively concealed his weak side. After receiving Medici's casual wave of his hand, Douglas bowed and exited the tent, finding Anderson by the fire.

The latter, still looking happy, raised the flask again. This time, Douglas took it and took two sips.

Anderson's wine was so strong that it was like swallowing a raging flame. After a shallow tasting of the wine from the corner of his mouth, Douglas returned the flask to Anderson and said calmly, "Now that I'm your team, it's okay to arrange a place to sleep, right?" ”

"Welcome!" The former pirate hunter showed his magnanimity with open arms, then leaned over and put his arm on Douglas's shoulders and led him into a tent on the edge of the camp.

The noise made by Don earlier woke up most of the people in the camp, but after all, it was late at night, and even if they didn't feel sleepy for a while, everyone else went back to the warmer tents. In fact, when Douglass followed in, it was still very lively, with the aroma of tobacco mixed with a faint smell of wine, and the sound of cards falling on the floor, accompanied by laughter, whispers and coin clanging, made him feel like he was back in the streets and alleys of the East End.

After adjusting to the dim light, Douglas quickly surveyed his surroundings in Anderson's short introduction. In addition to them, there were twelve people sitting or standing in the tent, and surprisingly, there was also a good-looking woman mixed in with the pile of rough men, holding several cards of various suits in her hands.

This made Douglas's gaze linger for an extra second, and in that second he had to notice that the lady had the most coins on hand to use as chips, and that the two brothers who were playing cards with her had white slips of paper on their faces, and they looked like they had lost terribly.

The number of beds was limited, and even the bedding was not enough when half of the people were on the floor, but fortunately, no matter how cold it was, Fusak would not freeze to death in May. Anderson dutifully gathered a heavy coat that was enough to protect him from the cold, handed it to him along with a piece of wood and a short knife, and grinned, "You can see it, let's make a living on this condition." ”

Douglas, who really didn't have to pick and choose, put on his coat, didn't care about the slight smell of sweat on it, and shook the wood and short knife with some confusion, and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"There are no extra bowls, you can dig one yourself...... Don't make a mistake by carving a mark. Anderson said.

Douglas: "......"

He couldn't understand it.

How can a group led by angels be so poor!

-

At this time, in the distant Beckland, Amon's figure quietly appeared in the night.

In the silence of the streets late at night, he silently walked through the deserted city, with a brisk stride to the outside of St. Samuel's Church, with its two spires and towers.

As the headquarters of the Diocese of Beckland, this is perhaps the second largest church in importance after the Sanctuary of Wintershire. Although it closed in the first half of the night, the interior of the church was still lit up, and the goddess's night watchmen pricked up their ears vigilantly during the long night, guarding the heart of Rune and the megacity of five million people.

Amon passed a group of red gloves who had hurried somewhere, through the locked door, through the well-tended garden, through the large and tidy prayer hall, and sat down closest to the hanging emblem of the night.

Entering a church of righteousness and praying to each other was nothing new to Amun.

But the risks are not as much as imagined, after all, it is night, not Leodro, and there will be no lightning without saying a word.

Of course, there are also reasons why the ontology is not here, but far away in the starry sky.

- Even though he knew the above, it took about five minutes for the doppelganger Amon to sit still and convince himself to recite the name of the goddess of the night.

By the time Archbishop St. Anthony walked into the Grand Prayer Hall with a slight hurry, nervously inspecting the scene with the seal in hand and recalling the red-glove procession, there was no trace of Amun's visit.