Ager ruthlessly summoned the messenger at the gate of the manor, sinking into the purple portal opened by the messengers without looking back.

Of course he couldn't help it.

But don't go in today.

The strength of the blonde extraordinary person was extraordinary, or rather, to call him extraordinary was demeaning.

Yager recalls the vaguely similar resistance to peering into the true god when he tried to open his vision.

According to the knowledge he had gained from the gods of steam and machines, the other party was at least a fully embodied mythical creature, completely out of the realm of humans, and perhaps one step away from the true gods.

However, he is still not ready to give up on this opponent's clear hook. In fact, what's inside is tempting enough in itself.

What do you mean by that? When you know the trap, the trap is no longer a trap, but a game.

When he was ready, he rushed in and shaved off the evil spirit's head.

In the middle of the ripples of the portal, Yager took a cold last look at the manor, and his figure completely disappeared in place.

……

Underground, the handsome young man sitting on the bronze bench seemed to feel something, and his hands trembled unconsciously for a moment.

A hollow cut immediately appeared on the right side of his face.

"What? Medici, are you afraid of the cold air now? There was an ugly rattle from the breach.

The cold, damp atmosphere of the basement makes this statement even more ironic.

As this voice appeared, the left side of the young man's face also cracked a mouth: "No, maybe his brain is frozen." ”

In the dark basement, Medici opened his eyes impatiently, his translucent body telling of his current inhuman state.

"Shut up," he said in a hoarse voice, "it's because you two fucking idiots have bad breath that makes me sick to my stomach." ”

His excellent ability to scold made him calm the mouths of his left and right faces as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, as evil spirits, the last thing they lack is time.

After a brief silence, the two mouths let out even louder sarcastic sounds.

The empty space was quickly filled with noise.

Medici irritably adjusted his sitting position and responded casually, adding to the bitter war in the basement.

However, as he spoke, he stared at the dilapidated scenery in front of him that seemed to be eternal, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

Was the trembling a spiritual warning to him?

He's already dead, what else can he warn for?

……

A few hundred meters away, a horse-drawn carriage drove down the central street of Beckland.

Most of the horse-drawn carriages currently popular in the Kingdom of Rune are in the style designed by Roussel the Great, and the carriage is equipped with a two-person seat facing each other and covered with simple cloth pads.

Such carriages were more than twice as expensive as the open-roof carriages that were common at the docks, but the gentlemen of Beckland usually chose this style to ensure that their well-groomed hairstyles were not disturbed by the wind.

As a result, Klein also had to be kidnapped and pulled out double the money.

The unfrugal Ruhn consumer culture.

Every time he got into the carriage, he slandered in his heart.

And now, he and the pale-faced Miss Sharon were sitting face to face in the carriage, even though he could not see the lady unilaterally.

Today's spectacular trip to the East End clearly worries him.

Crane looked at the night street through the car window with an expressionless face, but in fact his heart was already in turmoil.

His anxiety revolves around the bishop who had been struck by his spell ten minutes earlier, and the bishop's subsequent disappearance.

The good news is that although he accidentally made the bishop listen to the voice of the real Creator, the demigod had no intention of bothering him, and did not even leave the scene until he had completed his engagement with him.

The bad news is that bishops may not be exactly normal people.

Without any anomalous appearance, Klein had to consider the possibility that the bishop was a cultist. While it is far-fetched to associate the bishop with the Aurora, the demigods who can leave the "gospel" of the Creator intact are even more far-fetched.

None of the angels can do it.

No matter how you say it, there should be some spreading tentacles, and it is not surprising that it is even directly out of control.

That's God!

What bothered him even more was the figure that appeared later.

When Yager questioned the direction of the church, Crane was still under the influence of the real creator and could not complete the action of looking back. By the time he had fully recovered, the two had already disappeared into a nearby neighborhood.

However, he had a faint feeling.

That newcomer may be a high-sequence powerhouse on the same path as 0-08.

Otherwise, this series of coincidences is too difficult to explain, his encounter with the Bishop in the East End, the charm he threw just happened to hit the Bishop, and the Rosago who had been chasing and killing.

Thinking of this, Klein's mood slowly sank to the bottom.

If you had to pick out the one he hated the most out of all the sequences, the 0-08 path would bear the brunt.

It doesn't get any more painful.

"Smack."

A cold touch suddenly came from Crane's back, pulling him out of the sad emotions in his heart, and a miserable white bone hand rested on his shoulder.

Purple ripples flooded.

A young man in a gray trench coat stepped out of the narrow gap behind him, his leather boots scratching the wooden floor.

Yager, who had teleported, sat on the left side of the seat.

"Good night." He casually greeted Klein.

Klein squeezed out a hearty smile at the demigod, "Good night." ”

"It's settled, right?" He tilted his head to look at Klein.

"Yes, thank you very much."

"That's good," Yager nodded, not mentioning the previous charm, "because there were other transcendents nearby, I left to deal with it, and I didn't have time to clean up the scene." It's good that there are no accidents. ”

From the chase he had just had, he was at least ninety-five percent confident that the new Extraordinary One was the culprit of a series of bad things he had encountered.

The remaining five percent is modesty.

"No, Miss Sharon and I have already taken care of it. The spirit of the deceased has been erased, but the body is still in place. Klein replied.

"Okay."

Yager continued to nod.

The Fool's Dependant was still very credible for now, at least since the encounter, and his vision proved that the Servant had not been lying.

Correspondingly, the Fool's credibility in his heart was much higher.

After receiving the three thousand pounds he commissioned twice, Tarot would become the benefactor of the impoverished tentacle monster.

It's just that some poor poor gods are about to eat the dirt.

He opened his mouth to ask for money.

However, in the few minutes that Jager appeared, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and finally came to a slow stop on the central street of Beckland.

Crane, who was sitting on the right, looked outside in surprise.

In the crimson moonlight, several church carriages were crowded together, blocking the road from Central Avenue to Midtown. All around, extraordinary people in the uniforms of various churches are patrolling in twos and threes.

Said Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Klein smiled wryly.

The corpses that remained in place attracted the interrogation.

"Buckle up."

After two knocks on the carriage door, someone came to pull it open from the outside.

"May the Goddess bless you." A tired-looking young man greeted the two.