Chapter 131 A friendly exchange of sincere feelings

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The interior of the church was very dark, without any light. Edward's eyes immediately changed to night vision state in order to adapt to the environment when he pushed the door in. He was able to see the scene in the church clearly without spending any spiritual energy.

In front of it are rows of old wooden seats, and a statue with a blurred face in the dark. The church is very simple in layout, with only two rows and eight rows. It is probably only suitable for the people in the town.

Then, he raised his head and saw figures one after another hanging in the air as far as his eyes could see.

This is all human.

Some of them were wearing black classical robes, some were wearing brown jackets, some were wearing fluffy skirts, and some were wearing tattered clothes, like beggars.

Some of them have rough faces, some have deep outlines and are handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful features, and some are childish and cute and quite young, with no similarities at all.

No, they still have something in common. They are all like bacon being dried, hanging from a high place, their heads drooping, their eyes rolling white, and swaying.

The girl who was tainted by her own blood and became a dependent was not among them. At the same time, there were many who were damaged in the small melee just now. It seemed that all the residents of the town were here.

Edward looked at the rows of marionettes, and for no reason he thought of the sausages he had stuffed in Intis before, and then thought of what Amon said, "There are many cocoons of light hanging on the Source Castle." He couldn't figure out what this meant for the moment.

Is it Antigonus’s personal style or the influence of the top of the road?

Woo!

A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures and corpses hanging in the air turned at the same time to face Edward.

Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, their heads were still lowered, but their expressions were vaguely angry, as if the puppeteers behind them were secretly trying to drive this impolite guest out.

Then, the figure swayed like a wind chime, its mouth opened, and it made a sound that was almost gibbering:

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

These sounds echoed and overlapped, and merged together, like puppets singing a song together.

This sentence is actually in the common language of the Northern Continent? Your own residence, the place where you protect your believers, and your father’s name... Antigonus, you are really an interesting mythical creature... and Amon’s own.

Different from the "learning" and "analysis" of human beings by the instinct of the Extraordinary Characteristic "Decryption Scholar", you are actually real, and you have developed a good impression of human beings based on your own subjective will.

Professor Decay found it very interesting. For mythical creatures, it is understandable that they like humans as if they like an object, but relying on human nature is like taking drugs. Even if they die from it one day, it is natural.

This made him want to chat with Antigonus, discuss his views on human groups and believers, and see if he could absorb some useful viewpoints to invest in the education of Amon.

Edward walked forward leisurely. Above his head, the figures were swaying, as if they were looking down at him.

After walking twenty or thirty meters, Edward came to the end of the church and saw the dark altar and the stone statue enshrined on it.

It looks like a female human overall, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick, hard black hair.

In addition, there are thin black bands surrounding the stone statue, which look like tentacles extending out.

At the feet of this stone statue, there are souls sleeping, as if they are surrounded by stars.

This is the Mother of Heaven who, after Fregra, also lost to the Night Goddess in the battle for "darkness"? I don't know what your name is, or maybe it's the same as the Night Goddess's real name.

The authority covers the taboo.

Then, Edward looked away and saw an old man hiding behind the statue.

Feeling His sight, the old man opened his eyes, a pair of dark eyes that looked like deep water.

The old man's eyes widened.

The old man's expression turned into "Benefit".

The old man turned his head to the other side and purred loudly.

Edward sat down next to the old man very familiarly. The old man moved away with his eyes closed, and then Edward grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Long time no see, Zaratul." The devil whispered in the old man's ear with a smile, and went about his daily routine as if meeting an old friend. "So you have been vacationing in the Honakis Mountains?"

Zaratul laughed twice, opened his eyes, tilted his head back, and every wrinkle on his face tried his best to express his resistance: "You are right, it is very quiet here, there is no Amon, and the secret puppet drama is staged

It’s very interesting, and the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness is also very interesting. It’s a great holiday here.”

Edward smiled slightly: "Do you want to go out?"

Zaratul, who had extensive experience in working with demons, laughed three times and replied readily: "No."

The two of them looked at each other for three seconds with warm smiles on their faces, and suddenly reached out at the same time. One took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and the other quickly pulled out a stack of steaming, freshly baked biscuits from the pores of history. They are very special.

They exchanged the things in their hands tacitly and completed a tentative transaction.

"You were Zaratul during the time when Russell was the enemy of the whole world."

Edward picked up a piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth - the Intis civilian refreshment that he had reproduced and spread: Oreo - thereby understanding the message sent by Zaratul and confirming the identity and identity of Zaratul.

During the period, he said in a tone that was true:

"No wonder Russell didn't count you as one of the combatants in the end. Although your body behaved relatively normally, you were already on the verge of losing control of your resistance, right?"

"haha, yes."

Zaratul unpacked the package skillfully, took out one of the sticks, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then lit it and held it between his fingers:

"You actually improved again and successfully became the King of Filth."

Edward snorted, somewhat displeased: "Before I came in, I was still the King of Angels."

Zaratul glanced at the white shirt on the other person's body and the ferocious blood stains on the half of his body where the heart was, but said nothing.

The silent atmosphere lasted for about half a minute, and Zaratul suddenly said: "There are many changes between you and the way you look in my memory."

"People will always change." Edward Devil whispered, "I don't mind telling you, come on, let's work together for the great..."

"The sunshine is so beautiful tonight!" Zaratul raised his voice and interrupted the second half of the sentence in time, silently moving a few centimeters away.

Edward chewed biscuits, reviewed the taste of his handiwork, glanced at Zaratul, and responded politely:

"After seeing you, I somewhat understood why you helped Adam and suddenly attacked me."

"The sequence-one characteristic of the "audience" is still in your hands now."

Zaratul let out a few dull laughs from under his white beard, and did not deny it: "But you are still alive. I am still here, so the characteristics are still in my hands."

"Oh, if Adam dares to tell the Seven Gods that he has been stripped of a copy of Sequence One, I am afraid that at least three gods will descend on the spot. After coming down, they may not come to kill me, but to kill Adam."

"You really do have this big secret in your body."

"great……"

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

After a few rounds of back and forth, the two angels looked at each other and smiled.

"If you want to use that characteristic in exchange for support, I suggest you give it directly to the Storm Lord."

Edward considerately gave advice to Zaratul: "The Night and the Storm are old allies. The God of Wisdom is wise to protect himself, but the Eternal Sun has an unclear attitude. You give the sequence to the Storm and let him reason with the Night. Or you can just directly

Give it to Heiye in exchange for his support. If Heiye is happy, maybe you will be released from here immediately after serving your sentence."

The historical projection smiled and did not answer. After a moment, he answered meaningfully:

"It is foolish to leave your choice to the gods."

"Keep guarding the treasure, and you will eventually be killed and cheated."

After Edward finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Oh, is there still a chance for your fate to change? Do you know that you will be able to go out in the future?"

Zaratul smiled and said nothing.

"Zarathul, I just have something to ask you." It didn't take much to think about it, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to get any information out of it. Edward simply skipped the topic naturally, "How many times can you miraculous masters be resurrected?"

"If this is the transaction you initiated, I hope there will be a reward that is enough for me. Of course, it is not to help me out." Zaratul did not refuse immediately, but put forward the conditions very skillfully and naturally, and did

Set restrictions and improve transaction content to prevent yourself from being scammed.

"Of course, I am sincere in exchanging information with you. My information is valuable and timely enough. Of course, you must complete more details of my question based on its value.

"

Edward said very naturally and sincerely. Upon seeing this, Zaratul turned his face and waited for the next step - when both parties have enough chips and equal identities, the devil is the best trading partner - he looked at the devil's face.

Eyes, I heard the other party say word by word:

"I met a fortune teller who seemed to be able to 'advance' resurrection. He only had Sequence 7."

Resurrection in advance? Impossible! If that's the case, then... wait, can you say that!

Zaratul did not show the turmoil in his heart on his face at all, and even controlled the emotional fluctuations in his heart to prevent the devil from picking up the clues.

He held the cigarette, took a puff, twitched the corners of his mouth and said with embarrassment: "This kind of thing may not be impossible for low-sequence people. The simplest thing is that he only needs to hold an extraordinary item of the "Miracle Master"."

"If that's all, I can tell you - the upper limit of the Miracle Master's resurrection is four times."

Charla squinted her eyes like an old fox, expressing her denial to reduce the value of this piece of information and not giving Edward any chance to take advantage.

Edward, who used ambiguous information to create transaction traps, also acted like a seasoned businessman and started Tai Chi with his customers.

"I thought we had established a deep friendship after doing many transactions."

"I believe you understand what I mean, and the answer is exactly what you think it is."
To be continued...