But her lover died at the hands of herself, so if you follow my advice, it's better to get out of an unrealistic relationship. ”

Elena frowned, but didn't speak.

"Very interesting stuff. Edward suddenly smiled: "I wonder if you can give us a calculation, whether the next business we are going to carry out will be successful?"

"No problem, but please note that from now on, I'm not giving it away for free. Tieflin smiled similarly: "Moreover, I will charge according to the importance of your divination question, and now your question ...... Not. ”

Dozens of cards rotated in his hand, making a rustling sound, but before he could draw one, a loud bang put his efforts to waste.

The vibration was so strong that even though it came from the first layer, even the soundproof barrier on the second layer didn't have much effect, and the entire guild was moved!

The music stopped abruptly. The dimly lit hall was lit up instantly!

"Inspection, inspection! Everyone is divided into two rows, the left of the man, the right of the woman, and the man and the woman are squatting in the middle!" a loud voice screamed, and then jumped into the center, and stomped a table full of food in half with a thud! The roast meat and the liquor and the vegetable soup and the white powder were scattered in all directions, but surprisingly the table swirled to the center, and everything including the pieces was scattered outward, and immediately four or five unlucky fellows were burned and screamed

Is that okay too?

Edward opened his lips almost subconsciously, looking at the scene in his eyes that looked like a scene from another world's legends-

There were about thirty or forty of the guys who stormed the hall. All of them are heavily armoured, holding tower shields in their hands, and the so-called armed police are only different from some people of the race - winged celestial creatures. A slender and tall elf, and the guy who blew up the table was a dwarf, just a long beard that shone like a wire!

A tall demon was about to resist in shock, although he had no weapon, he clenched a fist the size of a basin and smashed it towards the short and fat guy who had stepped on the table in front of him!

It's a pity that the dwarf's movements are incredibly flexible.

He twisted his body. The heavy armor creaked loudly, but the demon's fist could only glide to the side of the inch-thick piece of armor, while the dwarf's hammer drew a faint half-arc in the air with this movement. The muffled sound of the crackling made the teeth ache and bones, and the sticky blood clots and yellow-green things that couldn't tell what organ fragments were, and they squandered for a long time!

"Anything else?" asked the dwarven urn in a huffy voice, and then yelled impatiently, "Damn it." Make this place a little brighter for me! Shut up! And you goddamn guys, get me down on the spot and put all my paws where I can see them!"

The roar was like thunder, but it only ensured half of the execution.

The lights brightened, and the shouting, screaming, and metal thumping of cups, plates, and utensils shrieked for a moment, and then finally fell silent. However, the crowds clearly have no interest in standing still, and are almost visible to the naked eye. They rushed to all corners of the hall in a trickle, and all sorts of reproduction doors or tunnel doors creaked and disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell...... Stop them!"

The dwarf roared.

But in fact, it was he who was stopped—many figures moving forward as many figures retreated. Angels, elves, humans...... There were also unrecognizable races, pulling and connecting with each other, pushing the towers and shields of the heavily armored warriors, squeezing them firmly.

"The members of the Yugathira Guardians, inspired by what they call the 'Will of the World Tree', will clear the existence of those who disturb the environment of the World Tree. Elena said softly. There was a little helplessness in his voice. "But for those travelers who have a purpose, they probably can't do anything. ”

"And then, not even a demon?"

Edward raised an eyebrow - some of the guys in his eyes were obviously not good, especially the one with the snake-tailed man and the head on the belly, and this one was obviously the most fiercely resisted among them, although his short arms were only used to grasp the shelves around him, but the huge belly could push a few heavily armed defenders a few steps away with a single flick.

"The so-called defense forces are nothing more than self-proclaimed, they are in fact nothing more than a bunch of idle beings, who regard idle things as their own work, but they claim to be noble. ”

The soothsayer had been flipping his cards, but Edward had never mentioned the question of divination, so the Tieflin naturally lost his affection for the group of people who had messed up his business: "They have basically done nothing for thousands of years, except for the occasional disturbance of Yaxing and the waste of some precious supplies." They can't even get in the way of the guild. As long as he conforms to the order of this world, they are helpless. ”

"I guess it won't delay anything, will it?"

Edward nodded slightly, his gaze pausing at Asmodeirs, intentionally or not.

No evidence is needed, and this loophole alone is enough to judge something. Obviously, behind this so-called Guild of Travelers, there is more to it than just some 'loose travel-loving beings' - no wonder the Lord of the Nine Hells is so sure of the path of Azus's appearance, and there is still time.

The farce of chaos had come to an end at this time, and in the midst of the gossip of a group of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, the members of the so-called defense forces had only pulled all the remnants out of the ray. It's a pity that the light from the special emeralds doesn't shine a lot of tricks on the fearless guys, except for wasting time. It's a waste of time.

But wasting time can sometimes have a little effect, and for most of the people here, being halfway through the amusement is not without consequences. The male hormones in the brain are agitated and flowing, even angels are inevitably burned with lust, and the rough words of those so-called escorts add fuel to the fire, and in the two hourglass scales after the big commotion has stagnated, there are seventeen or eighteen unlucky people with complete documents, who have been knocked out of their heads because of 'violence * force * resistance * law', in this world with instant healing ability. A stick on the back of the head will always save time and effort than any way of uniforming.

But it's not entirely effective.

"You damn stinking sword spider eggs, filthy little reptiles. Is there an end?" A short man with a dark face, with devil's wings and sheep's hooves, jumped onto the table and howled like a pig: "Take away all the fun, and still entertain Uncle Ben here." Is Uncle Ben here to make you bastards happy? Is Uncle Ben here to make you fucking humilions happy?"

The roar was not high. But it was like a switch, which triggered a bigger scolding war, and bottles and cans flew over from the other side of the hall, three heads and five, and then it was a broken rain.

For the convoy, this kind of thing was not even a hindrance, but they seemed a little helpless under the excitement of the crowd. Or maybe they've already completed most of the tasks, so they erect a shield wall of tower shields. Began to retreat from the hall - compared to the majestic appearance, this result is really very wolf. Even Edward didn't expect that.

Is it really good to be a law enforcement agency anyway? Is there any kind of network regulation on this world tree that negates violent law enforcement?

There is no answer to this boring question.

The Psychic Mancer paused to think, for at some point, several unusual shadows came into the corner of his gaze.

The steel-faced clerk appeared on the other side of the second floor at some point, and walked towards this side with a few people - to be exact, there were no 'people' with him, they were some tall monsters with two horns. The fur cloak on the body is colorful and green, but it is quite eye-catching. But for some reason, the hooves like a small bucket stepped on the ground, and there was no sound of footsteps.

To emphasize, they don't have any demonic blood, and those scimitar-like horns are natural on the top of their heads—minotaurs, or rather, minotaurs, and obviously have advantages that relatives from the main material plane do not have, and each pair of huge bull's eyes flashes with the luster of wisdom, and one of them has a magic net floating around him, and it turns out to be a spellcaster.

Edward twitched his nose a few times.

"I said, shouldn't we have something to eat?"

"First come 30 skewers of roast beef liver, charcoal grilled, smeared with wild honey, and then a plate of beef heart tube cut salad, three steaks, medium rare, drink three glasses of milk, young cows, too old don't ......"

I have to say that in the dissemination of speeches, they tend to exaggerate some things that do not exist in fact, and after they are overspread, they will be far from the original, and Edward obviously has a living example in front of him - the Lord of the Nine Prisons may indeed be able to suppress the evil in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons and plan the universe, but that does not mean that he has no personality except for his ruthlessness and cunning and ambition for the world, and the blood in his veins cannot be all blood tofu.

At least his wisdom is not only used to seek planes, but his arrogance has not reached the point where he must be called 'miscellaneous', and he does not have the evil habit of disdainful of petty means.

Or, the means are not important, and the practical way of judging is also the best expression of his wisdom.

Although it is known that the Minotaur is associated with a cow with less than a quarter of its physical structure, it even has an omnivorous attribute that is more carnivorous. But one of the best ways to provoke this savage race, whose brains are only the size of a fist, who know nothing more than what they eat, drink, and how, is always one of the best ways to bring up their distant relatives...... Another method, legend has it to say, was to shake the red cloth in front of their eyes.

As soon as the first word of the cow in Asmodeus's words came out, the eyes of several minotaurs had already swept over, one of them was the largest, and the guy with this door-like giant sword stepped up behind him, staring at the Lord of the Nine Prisons condescendingly, and the fierce light burst out in the two yellow eyes, which could be stuffed into the nose of an ordinary person's fist and sprayed a fishy hot smell: "What did you say?"

"Order?" The Great Devil's smile was so gentle and gentle, it was almost pure enough to rule Heavenly Mountain.

But. In Edward's eyes, the Devil King was instantly colorful, and a huge amount of energy was converging inside his body in a way that even a mage could not detect. Surging.

"Green onions, don't make trouble!"

Another gruff voice stopped the impending destruction, and the one in the center of the five minotaurs shouted, causing the minotaur warrior to tremble and reluctantly retreat. He sat at a table not far away.

Edward raised his eyelids and glanced at the speaker quietly.

This guy was the only one of them who didn't have a lot of fur exposed, and a thick cloak and pieces of wood covered his body. Messy braids hung down on either side of its bull ears, and all sorts of strange woodcut trinkets hung on them. It wears huge gold earrings and nose rings, and its two horns are carved with gruff runes. The belt was strapped with intricately carved wooden strips, and while Edward couldn't tell how old the minotaur was, it was clear that the guy was quite imposing. And the power to match.

This is rare. A shaman?

As a lord who had traveled through the Dark Lands and had a few minotaur slaves in his territory, Edward knew a little bit about the genre - like the Krurodians, the Minotaur shaman was a variant of the priest and possessed spell-casting abilities similar to that of the gods, but it was not easy for them to have a kind of person who could barely communicate with the gods intellectually, and it would be nice to have a low-level guy in a tribe of 100 people.

And the goods in front of him are obviously not weak.

It's just that it's not strong enough for Edward and his party to need.

The Great Devil smiled slightly, and did not dance any more. It was just that his eyes touched Edward's slightly, and he was quite dissatisfied with his reaction just now. And the latter had to roll his eyes and pretend not to see - from the minotaurs. He could still vaguely feel some fluctuations in divine power, but it was extremely weak, and even if he came into contact with Asmodeirs head-on just now, there was no outburst...... I don't know exactly what's going on.

In fact, if there was really an avatar of Azus lurking among these minotaurs, then he would never have been so calm just now...... But from beginning to end, the feeling of divine power is still shallow, and there is no change in the slightest.

Is it a suspicious tactic?

In that case, your side will be much more passive.

Fortunately, it's not too much to startle the snake now?If you pay a little attention to these guys, it's not difficult to find Azus as the root cause from their divine power......

Well, soon, Edward realized that he was thinking a little too simply.

Before the hourglass had passed, the waiter and thug with a face full of hoops and chains appeared in front of the staircase again, and this time he was followed by several combinations of different heights - the little man in the front was a kobold, wearing a trumpet full body armor, shaking the meteor hammer in his hand as he went, hissing and drooling from his mouth. Behind him, an underground dwarf with a black head and a black face hung all over his body with bone accessories, pinched a wand and shook his toes proudly, and then there was the ogre ten feet tall, with a big head and small legs, a huge vulture perched on his shoulder, his hairless neck twisted strangely, and his mouth like a big hook swayed from side to side, and, in the shadow of the ogre, stood a heavily armed orc, but the so-called armament was a strip of rags wrapped around his body,

This is undoubtedly a team that is even stranger than the Minotaurs, and I don't know how these guys got together and ran to the line of the World Tree. What's even more rare is that their team is not scattered, even the ogre is in order, and not even a single edge of the table around it has been knocked down.

Or the biggest reason is that each of them has a faint aura of divine power, no more, no less. Even that kobold with a clearly deficient IQ is no exception?

But that's not all.

The third group came almost front and behind the feet.

Compared to the team that seemed to come from the wilderness, this one was more pleasing to the eye - most of them were humanoid creatures, and they were dressed up more aesthetically. At least the warriors and thieves could be clearly distinguished from their appearances, and Edward's gaze wandered over them one by one, but unfortunately there was still nothing strange to be found. A few souls were young, restless, ambitious but weak and pitiful, except for the faint aura of divine power on their bodies, Edward estimated that as long as the wilderness team did not make a mistake, they could be wiped out more than twice.

The reason for this decision is that from the moment they appeared, they were labeled as 'dead' in the eyes of the psychic warlocks - when they passed the seats where several minotaurs had just settled, the woman in magic robes reached out to cover her mouth, and by the way, she also performed a magic trick, the shimmering luster was a little brighter than the usual three-ring spell, but the biggest meaning seemed to be to show off her mage status. Then, ignoring the empty seats around them, the group went straight to Edward's table, where a tall warrior struck the table with his scabbard a few times, and stared at the Tiffling soothsayer who was sitting there without saying a word, until the latter reluctantly stood up, and all the people in the group had completed the encroachment—except for the guy dressed as a wanderer, who wandered around a few times, and then stopped, and from time to time flashed in Elena's face, (to be continued.) ......)