Waiter of Destiny?

A bizarre name, at a glance, you may be mistaken as a liar who reads palmistry under the flyover.

However, this guy is obviously of a good level...... The first volume of Dolotia's Codex, Roger's funerary goods, was stored in his coffin.

Her prediction that Roland would never get Dolotia's Codex came true, because now Roland had been killed by Roger.

Looking at the notepad in his hand, Roger inexplicably had an illusion in his heart, always feeling that the existence of this self-proclaimed waiter of destiny did not want to tell Roland these news, but wanted to inform herself of the news through Roland's habit of writing a diary?

Maybe it might just be Roger's own passion, but the idea is really strong.

Roger took a breath and turned his attention to the other three relics...... No, it's on the seal.

A crown of thorns, a glove made of silver wire, a greedy eye, a monocle peeping eye!

All three items are carefully placed in the box, and the surface of the box is painted with dark red paint, smeared with a variety of different weird lines, like a seal restraining the existence inside the box, and a note is also attached with the effect and taboo of the seal.

Crown of Thorns, Seal No. 0772!

Once you wear this crown, you will feel like a high emperor, you can manipulate the souls of life within a hundred meters around you at will, and they will become your slaves, no matter how unreasonable your orders may be, they will not hesitate to obey...... But, be careful, it will put a huge strain on your brain, and don't be surprised if your head suddenly explodes.

On the inside of the crown of thorns, there are still some dark red marks, which are obviously the stains left by the explosion of the head of the owner of the crown of thorns.

Roger tried to put the crown of thorns on his head, and sure enough, as Roger expected, the crown of thorns needed to be activated with the power of his own soul, if the burden on the soul was too great, it might cause the effect of exploding his head, but for Roger, there was no need to worry about this problem at all.

Removing the crown of thorns and tossing it into the storage ring, Roger picked up the silver glove again.

Greed, seal number 0293!

This is a very scary seal, both for the user and the user's enemies, and in this glove is a soul that can grow continuously, and once you put on the gauntlet, you can control it to pull the soul of your enemy out of the shell and eat it, isn't it great? But ah, once the soul in the glove grows to a certain extent, he will not hesitate to swallow your soul...... In fact, this glove has gone through at least a hundred masters, and more than two-thirds of them have failed to use this glove to achieve any goals, because the moment they activate this glove, their souls are swallowed, and the remaining third will also die in constant use, hoping that you are not the next one.

In the name of greed...... The super effect, the power to instantly destroy the enemy's soul is enough to make people crazy, even if you know that the negative effect is huge, you can't help but want to try, and then ...... and died.

Even if the soul strength was enough at the beginning, it couldn't resist the super strong and super convenient effect of greed, and with the psychology of luck, it was used again and again, and finally greed was cultivated into a monster that was enough to swallow itself in one bite.

But this thing is ...... for Roger Well, it's a good holy relic, not even a seal, at least not for a short time.

He briskly placed the glove on his right hand, activating the effect of the Gauntlet of Greed without any target in front of him.

The tips of his fingers instantly grew a large black mist, and the black mist wriggled in midair, and arms came out of the black mist, waving wildly in front of him, as if trying to find a target and pull his soul out of his body and eat it in one bite.

But soon the black mist found that there was nothing in front of it.

He let out a roar and turned around towards Roger, but before he could touch Roger, a jade hand stretched out of Roger's body, and directly broke up the black fog with a snap.

"My master is also something you can touch?"

The black mist was stunned by this, and the little evil spirit didn't care so much, he got out of Roger's body, raised a beautiful black silk little foot, and kicked at the black mist one by one.

"You call it greedy?"

"You want to touch my master too?"

kicked down one by one, only the black mist wailed again and again, and the whole body curled up into a ball, not daring to move.

God, how could he have thought that there was an evil spirit living in the body of this man in front of him?

It wasn't until the black mist was about to completely dissipate that Roger waved his hand to stop the little evil spirit from continuing to commit violence, and reached out to grab the black mist from the ground: "Be honest with me in the future." ”

It was then tucked back into the glove, which was a pretty good weapon for Roger, who was now less aggressive than a thermal weapon.

As for the last monocle, the peeping eye is also what Roger fears the most.

Eye of Secrets, Seal No. 0017!

Put on this eye and you will peek into the truth of the world, be careful, don't go crazy.

It is clear that there are so few people who have worn these glasses and survived that the introduction is very simple.

Even if Roger has a soul of 30,000 years, he is not willing to try it easily, what he is most afraid of is that if this person wears these glasses, a villain who also wears monocles pops up in front of him, it will be terrible.

I really don't know where that guy got these things...... Roger carefully put away the monolithic eye, and he would not venture to explore the secrets of the voyeur eye until his strength was fully restored.

Roger was deep in thought, he was thinking about how to get out of the dungeon reasonably and legally, the Roland family had been wiped out, and there was no reason for the Sheriff's side to continue to detain him, Rosalina and Christina's side should also put pressure on the Sheriff's Office, maybe nothing should be done, someone would soon release him from the dungeon.

"Na ......"

"Master."

At this moment, there was a little squirming sound from the little evil spirit next to him.

Roger looked up, just glanced at it and almost couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of saliva: "How do you wear Christina's clothes?" ”

No, it's not.

The little demon didn't wear Christina's clothes, she completely changed into Christina's appearance.

Wearing a Wimpal veil on her head, she wore a silver-white nun dress that showed off her figure, and the hem of the robe revealed the rounded and plump silhouette of her slender legs, giving people a feeling that it would definitely be very comfortable to the touch.

The slender waist and full buttocks outline a beautiful curve, the breasts that are more exaggerated than Celubelia are very plump, and the nun dress is bulging, as if it may be broken at any time, I don't know if it is Roger's illusion, the opening at the collar position seems to be a little larger, revealing a large area of white greasy.

A sense of inclusiveness, a sense of inclusiveness.

The face that is the same as Christina's is not beautiful, but it is full of indulgent gentleness, which is the style of a mature woman.

A pair of small hands pinched the corners of his clothes, and the little evil spirit was obviously a little embarrassed.

Roger was stunned, and only after a few seconds did he come to his senses: "Little demon, what are you doing here?" ”

The little demon puffed out his cheeks and made the girl's gesture with Christina's mature face...... How so...... There's a different kind of temptation.

"That, I...... I feel that the influence of the Blood of the Lord of the Storm on me has not been completely erased...... So......" replied the little evil spirit.

As for it, it's just a drop of blood, does it have such a powerful effect?

"So, why did you become Christina?"

"I used to be a little small, and I always felt like you weren't too happy." The little demon replied.

At the beginning, the battle between Roger and Selubelia, she watched from beginning to end, Roger faced himself and faced Selubelia are completely two diametrically opposed appearances, which makes the little evil spirit's self-esteem a little frustrated, she is an evil spirit, how can she be as good as a mere woman?

The most important thing is that when I was with Selubelia, it was from night to early morning, and it was over with myself once, and it was less than an hour?

The little evil spirit can't accept this difference in her heart, and she wants to prove that she is the woman who can satisfy her master the most!

Puff up your chest.

The little evil spirit spun around in front of Roger, and the hem of the nun's robe floated up leisurely, revealing the pure white and delicate stockings that wrapped the calves underneath: "How is it, now that you look like this, you can let go of your hands and feet, right?" ”

It's more than letting go of your hands and feet.

It is worthy of an evil spirit, and its ability to transform is simply seamless.

With this ability, marrying a wife is equivalent to marrying a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, and it's no problem if you don't have the same thing every day.

But......

It's a bit of a bad thing for Christina, right?

Roger still felt a lot of guilt in his heart, but after all, his eyes couldn't help but scratch a fierce glance at Christina, who was transformed into a little evil spirit.

That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the slender nun dress on her body.

Christina is a priest, an archbishop, elegant and holy.

Coupled with the terrible environment of the dungeon, Roger actually developed a strong sense of betrayal and excitement in his heart.

His throat squirmed involuntarily.

Roger's gaze shifted to the side, he was worried that he might not be able to control himself if he continued to watch: "Well, little Lilith, you don't have to care so much, I'm honest, it's cute little one." ”

The gentle face of the little evil spirit showed a touch of charm slightly, the graceful figure swayed gently, and the slender legs swung open the hem of the nun's dress, and walked towards Roger step by step.

The white and soft fingers rubbed the master's cheek, and the little evil spirit imitated the tone of the Christina priest: "This gentleman, you are tainted with a demonic barrier...... Do you want Sister Nun to purify it for you? I will let the demonic barrier in your body be completely released!