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"Don't try to commit suicide in front of the devil," I said in the gentlest tone, "unless you wish to dedicate your soul to him."

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Ince Zangwill covered his right hand where three fingers were broken by my stepping on it, and tremblingly clenched the gauze that was bleeding profusely. This was the minimum punishment for offending an angel, because he did not go out to greet me when he faced me.

Instead he tried to drive me away with 0-08 - ridiculous behavior.

So he still didn't dare to get close, nor did he dare to sit down. He stood in front of the chair where I was sitting, looking at me with the most fearful and vigilant eyes, and the notebook in my hand that originally belonged to him. I put my

I handed him the new hat I bought for 2 pounds and motioned for him to hang it on the hanger at the door for me. He hesitated for a few seconds, stretched out his left hand with all five fingers, took it with little dexterity, and took it with his own hands.

Hang it up. This is good. It proves that he has learned well and understands that even the devil is not willing to hang blood stains at all times.

Today is a cloudy day. I looked through this diary in a good mood and found that many interesting things had happened in the small city of Tingen before I arrived. For example, the puppet of "Duke Antigonus" appeared again.

The Nighthawk pointed out a descendant of its owner. This poor little toy was originally the most popular doll in the family, but now it has become a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the descendants of the Antigonus family that can fall at any time.

For example, there is a nighthawk named Leonard who "has a special secret in his body", a mysterious Klein who is not dead, and is also a nighthawk. There is also a nighthawk who broke into my dream last night and ate me to Miss Wall and her

A Nightmare of Afternoon Tea Prepared by Friends, Dunn Smith.

The Nighthawks under the goddess of the night are really full of talents.

I roughly flipped through this notebook, which I had used for a long time. It was wrinkled and tattered. Most of the previous contents were describing how I hid and how I used coincidences to lure away the pursuing Nighthawks. In the years since he defected, he has been here and there.

He traveled all over the country and finally came to this small town, trying to find the sacred objects corresponding to Sequence 4 in adjacent paths, and trying to get promoted across paths, so he secretly made many plans. However, judging from the records, there are only a few successful ones, and that Klein always triggered

Unexpected circumstances prevented him from fully achieving his goal.

"The kind Ince Zangwill helped?"

I read this sentence for a moment, and he looked even more frightened, as if he was about to escape from the window the next second. But even the door to the underworld couldn't let him escape, so what's the use of a window leading to the garden? But I

Not only did I not intend to criticize him harshly, but I wanted to praise him: "Let me tell you why Mr. Z actually said in his report that "the seeds were successfully planted and the mother's condition is stable." According to our expectations, the first step of the divine descent was impossible.

Success. It turns out you took action and didn't let the mother die at that time. You did a good job."

This is very interesting, I think. - If I remember correctly, the name of the Sealed Artifact "0-08" of the Church of the Night is Alsuhod's pen, which corresponds to the sequence one "Writer" of the "Audience" path.

Caused the death of an angel. Level 0, with the highest level of confidentiality and cannot be disclosed. Even when informing relevant personnel, only the simplest appearance will be described.

It is already unimaginable that such a sealed object can be mastered by a bishop who only has Sequence 5. What is even more unimaginable is that he has not been written to death for three years, and has even successfully evaded a series of pursuits.

Got under the eyes of the goddess of night.

Logically speaking, 0-08 should have little interest in writers of this level, so the reason why he can survive until now is very intriguing.

I didn’t dwell on this matter. After all, if there must be a higher-level narrator, someone more behind-the-scenes than the mastermind Ince Zangwill, to promote all of this, the person currently at the top of the “audience” pathway

Taeyang, who is playing his own son, is the biggest suspect.

"You're doing great, Ince Zangwill, you're funny."

I closed the notebook and met his shocked and suspicious eyes. I told the truth, because the devil likes such despicable masterminds. He obviously looks like he will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal, but he is not even willing to stain his hands with blood, and would rather influence him secretly.

To play with other people's lives at will; even though he holds the highest-level sealed artifact, he is always hiding in a dark corner like a mouse that cannot see the light. He is destined to become a victim, and I am very willing to see him continue to struggle to his death.

Kill time.

"So I won't help you, look after you, or protect you. You have to be strong enough to survive and let me appreciate your more despicable side - for this, I can give you some blessings."

The poorly hidden anger was solidified on his face, and Ince Zangwill's remaining dark blue-to-black eyes showed a slightly suspicious and wary look, and then he realized that he had no right to refuse.

37

After finishing my visit to Ince Zangwill, I went to Lower Street to confirm whether the city’s “pain” qualified.

It has been two hundred years since the "Ernst Charitable Foundation" was established by my subordinate, the "Angel of Temperance" Richard Ernst. He is an excellent human being, a capable human being, and a human being with an overly rich conscience. I still

This is the first time I have met someone who regards philanthropy as his lifelong pursuit, let alone an angel. Therefore, his anchor is all the old, weak, sick and disabled who are supported by the foundation. Kindness is his nature and his

His human nature, once he tries to abandon all this, he will immediately lose control.

Charity is a bottomless pit, and the foundation can never make ends meet, but it is always building new almshouses and welfare homes. As the leader and the theoretical recipient, Richard Ernst even needs to use his secular status to solicit sponsorship from everywhere.

But nobles don't care about charity.

He presented relevant reports to me when he came back from Fusac. Even if he had some information, the nobles who knew his identity only gave me a total of less than 100,000 pounds in funding for this unrewarding undertaking.

Separated from the comfortable villas of the factory owners are small houses with dozens of people crowded together. The workers only have a few soles a week for filthy floors and cheap and spoiled food. Therefore, Richard persisted in giving me the information in the industry.

The factory added new machines that were less harmful to the human body, and gave workers a 10% higher salary and an amazing medical allocation for work-related injuries. As a result, my factory quickly closed down one after another because it could not compete with its peers. The meager profits made the factory

Accountants can't find any cracks to make money.

This behavior also caused heavy losses to my "family" in Intis, which once lost nearly half of its influence. The real person in charge was ostracized by his peers and was reported by employees because he could not afford the welfare of employees. He had no choice but to

After selling the factory to a competitor at a low price, he was derided in the circle of factory owners as a man who was stupid and had a lot of money.

After this farce, the real managers of the industry took back the commercial power handed over to Richard. They also took back all the factories, share investments and plantations. Only by squeezing cheap labor and even slaves like others can they provide Richard with a charitable industry.

of original capital.

——How ironic, how pitiful. Richard Ernst, a philanthropist who has no reputation and no one cares about, what do you want to do?

38

Baron Gramiel coughed lowly, leaving some bright red marks on his palms, which were then absorbed by the human leather gloves.

His chest was severely fractured two days ago. He did not die on the spot because of his strong body, Sailor Path Sequence 6. He was able to save enough energy to escape, and found an opportunity to use his connections for treatment. But he did not

He would think that this was his good luck, just because the powerful extraordinary person who happened to be passing by didn't want to kill him.

Zillinges was very upset. For the first time since he encountered a life crisis that day, he panicked when faced with a high-level sequence. He almost lost control. When he came to his senses, he had already killed Baron Gramir, whom he had been spying on and imitating for a long time. Without the tramp, he

He had to first take a servant to satisfy his "creeping hunger" to prevent his weak self from overturning on the magical item. Then he transformed into a baron, stayed in bed for two days and recovered smoothly.

A good job that was somewhat dangerous but not fatal suddenly turned into a heavy burden on his shoulders. He hoped that he would be able to recover quickly and complete the task. If he failed... Qilingos didn't dare to think about it.

It was obviously impossible to assassinate Duke Negan with this body, but it was even more suspicious that he accepted the invitation to the dinner but did not arrive. Therefore, he decided to attend the ball, observe the security around Duke Negan, and prepare in advance

Leave, then buy a ticket to temporarily leave Backlund, and then return silently after you regain the ability to perform tasks.

It's all because of that high-sequence strongman... Damn it, if those two women hadn't investigated me, how would I have ended up in this situation!

As a pirate general, Qilingos, who admires strength and power, of course does not dare to curse the strong. He can only curse Forsi and Xio who were almost killed repeatedly in his heart and let out a bad breath. He thought of the possible punishment for not completing the task.

, thinking that he would probably never have the chance to take revenge on those two women, his face and facial features involuntarily became a little ferocious.

But the next second, he immediately adjusted his expression to normal.

"Hello, Baron Gramiel." Audrey greeted with a perfect smile and etiquette.

Opposite him, Zilingers, who was disguised as Baron Gramiel with sparse eyebrows and light blue eyes, also smiled and saluted: "Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling jewel of this ball."

After a few aristocratic greetings, the two of them staggered away.

After walking a few steps, Audrey suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of doubts: "Baron Gramir is different from usual..."

"In the past, when he saw young ladies and madams who were higher in status than him and were more beautiful, he would move his eyes to the side, not daring to look directly, and then keep stealing glances... But today, he seems very confident..."

"No, in fact, the most abnormal thing is the smell of the perfume on his body! When he attended various parties in the past, the tail note of the perfume 'Amber' was emitted on his body. The musk was pure and light, not showing off but noble, but just now

The fragrance on his body has the middle note of 'amber', which is dense and elegant..."

"When he passed by me just now, was there another smell? The perfume was so thick, it seemed to be covering up something. It seemed that, indeed, there was a faint smell of blood... Baron Gramiel has been ill at home.

If you stay in bed for two days, where will the bloody smell come from?"

Audrey's pace became slower and slower. As an "audience" who had completely digested the potion, her keenness in details was definitely unmatched by other extraordinary people. She recalled more and more doubts. Suddenly, she

Thinking of a possibility, his bright green eyes suddenly solidified.

TBC

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IF Edward Tarot Club

"Is this a kindergarten?" He took a look, memorized everyone's general appearance and aura, added them to the hit list, and left.

IF Temperance Angel Richard Tarot Club

Richard: Lord, I entered a meeting before God, and the great being in charge called himself Mr. Fool.

Edward: Fool? There are no fools nowadays. Look, half of the fool is still paralyzed on the top of the mountain. Tell me the address and I will go take a look. You have fallen into a pyramid scheme trap. Be wary of new online scams.

*In addition, after a trip to the Feysac Empire and lobbying most of the nobles, what is the concept of only getting 100,000 pounds? Audrey exposed Qilingos and received a reward of more than 40,000 pounds from various organizations in various countries.
Chapter completed!