"Caught all? Okay, I'll pack it up and send it to St. Milon later. ”

"It doesn't matter how it works, I want what happens here to be an open secret before dawn tomorrow."

"Hey, don't they want that crown? Don't they all want to be angels? ”

"That sends the evidence to them! Let them be like rats biting each other's tails, unable and afraid to let go! ”

"Except for the necessary posts, everyone else went to contact the protest marches in various places, just to take a few 'conspirators' to digest the potion."

“……”

Medici wandered around the Cathedral of the Blades, his hands leisurely tugging at the decorations and statues of the prayer hall, and constantly giving orders to the "hermits" and "bishops of the rose" who wandered in the shadows.

Douglas sat on a half-wooden bench, his head bowed and fiddling with his dark human skin gloves. Those guys from the "Aurora Society" always wandered around him unconsciously because of the attraction between their extraordinary characteristics, and were carried by Medici, obediently bowing their heads and receiving new orders.

And the former didn't care about any of this at all. The injuries on his body that had been lying for more than two months completely disappeared under a simple "restart", and even his spirituality and spirit were restored to their peak state, and he had the energy to explore the two new souls in the "wriggling hunger".

The "Guardian" evil spirit has three immobilized abilities, and in addition to the "Storm of Light", which has made great achievements, there are also "Weapon Mastery" and "Resistance Increase".

The former allows him to quickly master the use of various weapons and reach the master level, including extraordinary and magical items that exist in the form of weapons, and can reduce their negative effects; The latter is to increase Douglas's strength, speed, and defense by endowing him with a certain "power of the dawn", and to be able to discern illusions mentally.

These three abilities suddenly made up for Douglas's lack of hand-to-hand combat ability.

Bishop Fursack, on the other hand, corresponds to the "undead" of the fourth level of the sequence, and has reached the upper limit of what "wriggling hunger" can graze.

On the one hand, because the spirit body of the demigod is not easy to be destroyed, Douglas can release the spirit body of the "undead", it can flexibly use all the abilities it has mastered in life, but it is difficult to act according to Douglas's will, what he can do is "release" and "take back", and it will consume a lot of spirit.

On the other hand, when the spirits are not released, Douglas can only use the "Words of the Dead" that directly attacks the spirits.

Now the "Wriggling Hunger" grazing has six souls, and only one empty seat remains. In Douglas's inspiration, the distorted, hideous, wailing abstract faces are overflowing with eternal sorrow and madness, and the face of Bishop Fursack is the clearest in it, and the unwillingness and pain are the most intense.

Deserve.

Retracting the spirit from his glove, Douglas picked up the scribbled confessions beside him again: they came from the crimes confessed by the remnants of the local church (under violent coercion).

Not only did Aven tell him, but also some of the tacit agreements reached with his own government, including the royal family of Einhorn acquiescing to the sacrifice of Yetonave, as it could be a weapon for some to attack political opponents.

This made him quite bored, and he felt a sense of breathlessness, but he couldn't help but read it again and again, as if he wanted to keep this evidence firmly in his mind.

It wasn't until a shadow flickered close that Douglas looked up at the tutelage of his instinct and saw a slender woman in a black robe standing a few steps away.

Her countenance has a feminine delicacy, very beautiful, but it is difficult to generate intimate desires.

However, it was not the female face that caught Douglass's attention, but an ancient book with intricate patterns on the surface that she held on her chest.

It made Douglass feel an attraction that came from the depths of his soul, and he could hardly resist the urge to possess it, to approach it, to devour it, or to be devoured by it.

What's going on......

Douglas slowly got up and stepped back, distancing himself from the woman. This is not out of vigilance, but because I am worried that I will be attracted to that ancient book and what embarrassing situation will arise.

The comer did not interfere with his actions, but turned around and walked in front of Medici and respectfully knelt down on one knee: "Good night, Your Highness." ”

"Hmm." Medici had a cigarette in her mouth and motioned for her to get up and look at herself—yes, the woman was tall enough to look at the Angel of War, "You're the C in charge of the diocese of St. Milon, aren't you?" ”

C…… The code name of this style made Douglas realize that the other party was a high-level member of the "Aurora Society", and I heard that they were all pronouns with separate letters.

He immediately walked a little farther away, not listening to the conversation between the two, only to see the other Aurora members finally sneak into Ms. C's shadow, and the shadow branched out and enveloped the local church personnel who were tied up in the corner.

The shadow of the swollen monster was extremely inconsistent with Ms. C's slender figure. She opened the ancient book in her hand and quickly wrote something on it, and then Douglas felt the fluctuations of the spiritual world around her, the red was redder, the blue was bluer, and the black was darker, and after the light and shadow fluctuated, Ms. C's figure disappeared in place with the shadow that had borne too much, and the strange attraction also faded.

The interior of the church suddenly seemed empty. Medici snapped his fingers at him, and Douglas moved slowly closer.

The latter looked at him lazily, then suddenly came closer, spat the smoke into his face, and said with a smile: "Why is this expression, great hero?" ”

Douglas looked at the iron-black eyes in the lingering gray smoke, and did not see any mockery, or that there was no such thing as "emotion" in the gaze, like two inorganic glass beads, and he could only look at his upside-down reflection.

He pursed his lips and said politely, "If nothing else, can I leave?" ”

"Oh, what do you want to do? There's no fun to find here right now. ”

"Save people."

A total of three mouths on the face of the Angel of War laughed out loud, and he said:

"Look, Medici, look, you lack such a sense of humor."

"Einhorn, shouldn't you be trembling now? This little guy is obviously very dissatisfied with your uncompetitive offspring! ”

"Tsk, I really want to see what Amun's expression will be when he hears this! Hero-playing games are always addictive, aren't they? ”

Sneering and raising his hand to rub the crack back from his cheek, Medici asked with interest, "If I don't agree, how are you going to convince me?" ”

Douglas thought for a moment, and immediately said vigilantly: "I'm afraid that the more eager I behave, the less you will let go." And I don't have anything to exchange with you, and if you don't agree, I'll give it up. ”

"I'm glad you know me so well, kid." Medici smiled and reached out to extinguish the cigarette butt on Douglas's shoulder, the embers only burned a small hole in his clothes, and did not cause the latter to suffer from flesh, "But is it really good to just give up?" Maybe you can save an innocent child by working hard, and think about it, their lives are just beginning. ”

"Now if Nu can become an angel and give you a punch," no matter how good his temper is, in the face of a series of angel-level provocations, Douglas will inevitably choke back with a gun, "I will definitely not refuse." ”

Of course, this level of attack was not painful for Medici. The red-haired angel dragged half of the bench and sat down, leaning back, his left foot stilted to his right knee, and his right leg stretched out wantonly.

"To be honest, I'm pretty accurate." He touched his chin and spoke in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself, but was in fact completely audible to Douglas.

"Whoever loves riches, I will satisfy him with plunder; Whoever prefers exalted status, We reward him with military merit; Someone is looking for great power, so I put him to the test and watch him rise through the ranks until he is qualified to stand by my side. ”

Douglas muttered back and forth, "Sounds so good, what are you going to give me?" ”

His original intention was to raise the bar, but he didn't expect Medici to raise his hand and snap his fingers, as if waiting for this sentence: "You, I'll give you a chance." ”

Opportunity...... Subconsciously chewing on the word, Douglas was momentarily unsure if it was a trap for Medici's attention or something else, so he remained silent and waited for Medici to say next.

As a result, the next sentence was extremely heavy, and it directly smashed Douglas into a dizziness.

"Aurora will lack a manager in Beckland, are you interested in being a 'Mr. D'?"

-

Douglas, who originally wanted to take a nap, reluctantly opened his eyes, rolled over and put his hands behind his head, and scolded Medici in a daze.

Medici's words, he pondered for days but couldn't figure out what it meant.

And he got a hellish joke: when he asked Beckland if Mr. A was there, Medici pointed to the "wriggling hunger" on his left hand and said yes, isn't it in your hand, if the seal could speak, it wouldn't be your turn.

It makes him feel strange when he puts on his gloves these days, and even the noise of "wriggling hunger" praising the true Creator every day is a little more tolerant.

Removing this trouble, the rest of the day went well. After asking such a question, the Angel of War told him to do whatever he wanted, just tell Him the answer before leaving.

This deepened Douglas's prejudice against angels.

Whether it's Amon or Medici, he always does more than he could have imagined.

"Well, it's possible that my vision is too narrow...... Douglas sighed and reflected on himself, "Assuming that angels aren't idle or stupid, then there must be a purpose for doing things, but I don't know what they want." ”

If you want to figure it out thoroughly, you can only choose the path of promotion.

To be honest, his desire to be promoted has not been very strong. On the one hand, through Russell's diary, I realized that the Emperor had not been able to return to his hometown even if he reached the angelic level, and I felt a little disappointed, and felt that the hope of returning home was extremely slim.

On the other hand, after meeting Amon, out of fear of the unknown, Douglas wanted to delay the promotion as much as possible until he figured out what Amon wanted from him.

Also, Douglas himself is not the type to be competitive. He prefers to lie down as a salted fish than the king of rolls.

However, after a night in Yetonev, Douglas finally realized that he was wrong.

In his previous life, he could lie flat, but in this life in the extraordinary world, there is no difference between lying flat and looking for death.

Because you never know when you're going to be a "necessary sacrifice" in the eyes of those behemoths. Whether it is the pious faith of the "resurrectionists" or the struggle for power in the royal family of Einhorn, it is an extremely boring thing in Douglas's eyes, and it is not worth so many lives.

But because of these boring reasons, many people died silently.

Of course, he felt angry, but he also knew that his anger hid fear.

"If it were you, would you become a pawn of the gods and a doomed victim without resistance?"

This was supposed to be an excuse for the "devil" to exonerate the crime, but the interaction between people was like looking at each other in the mirror, and Douglas was ashamed, but not surprisingly found that he was not as noble as he imagined.

His thirst for promotion has never been stronger.

"Alas......"

With a force on his back, he suddenly rolled over from the bed and sat up, Douglas scratched his hair, ready to go out to play and digest the potion.

When he cooperated with the "devil" and beat Bishop Fursack, his "master of tricks" actually had traces of digestion. Afterwards, he summed up the principle of "inducement", that is, to divert the attention of others through various means, to occupy a dominant position, so that the other party ignores important factors, obtains wrong information, misunderstands your actions, or understands that the cause does not match the effect. Finally, the feedback caused by this bias should be channeled and digested by itself.

This is the same as Amun's "deception" as the core, which is both the same and different, which makes Douglas's understanding of "acting" deeper.

Of course, the perfect opportunity to play is hard to find, but the good way to play is to adapt to various situations, and now he is going downstairs to really perform tricks for passers-by, which can also be digested, but the speed is relatively slow.

"I said ......"

As soon as Douglas put on his coat, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Vanna greeted him and asked with great interest, "Do you want to eat seal meat?" ”