"Oh, there is also a staff. Do you remember the lady who came here half a month ago? She asked me to give it to you! This is the same as the staff and the pendant..."

After explaining the origin of the two things, just like a magic trick, a wooden staff over one meter long suddenly appeared in Dante's hand. The densely packed faces on the staff were just like the real thing, which was a bit cautious.

…

After receiving the staff, Patty, who had been looking forward to something happening, couldn't help but show disappointment, pouted dissatisfied, and complained:

"Oh~ I thought something would happen. It's just like the fire sticks in the orphanage."

After saying that, he subconsciously waved towards Dante...

"Uh-huh!"

A burst of screams resounded through the office. When Angelo came back to his senses, he saw Dante lying on the smashed billiard table, with a demon in brown clothes floating in the air.

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"Oops! Dante, are you okay? Damn it, you guy, come back quickly!"

To Angelo's expectation, Patty did not show any fear, but trotted to Dante, helped him up, and scolded the little devil floating in the air.

Perhaps acting according to the holder's thinking, the demon returned to the inside of the wand under Patty's "scolding"...

Seeing this, Angelo put down his guard and sat back on the sofa, pretending to be watching a show.

"Alas! My luck is really bad today."

He waved his hand and looked at the mess in the office with a wry smile. Dante shook his head and said something.

"Wow! It looks like a fire stick, but..."

Touching the densely packed faces on it, Patty showed a surprised expression on her face and praised.

Then he put the necklace into his pocket, and waved it again according to what he was thinking. This time, no accident happened, it was very calm.

"What an unexpected surprise. Maybe I can consider the profession of Demon Hunter in the future, or I should say I should be a Summoner!"

As he spoke, he stroked the wand, then quickly walked to Angelo and added:

"Thank your mother for me. I'll go back and discuss it with my mother, hehe! Okay, I'll leave it to you here, bye!"

As he spoke, he skipped out of the office.

"Is this considered debt evasion in disguise?"

Looking at Patty's leaving figure, Tracy shrugged helplessly, said something, then turned around and started cleaning.

"Well! Now that Aunt Tracy is back, shouldn't it be time to do what you promised me?"

At this time, Angelo walked up to Dante, took the comic in his hand, and then asked something unclear.

Yes, Angelo mentioned it as early as after the uncle and nephew came back. After all, the scene when fighting the savior was so shocking that as soon as he closed his eyes, Angelo had a vision of Dante resisting destruction.

The scene of World Cannon...

If I knew that move, no, if I knew it like Dante, then I would...

I can know what Dante knows, and I can know what he has. His demonic power has long been awakened, and so has mine. If I learn everything he masters, then I = Dante at his peak.

Well, there's nothing wrong with thinking that way.

Nodding secretly, for the sake of the power he was about to obtain, Angelo did not delay any longer and quickly asked:

"You didn't forget, did you? It's okay, anyway, Aunt Tracy is here to keep an eye on her, and..."

"Oh! Okay! When will we leave?"

"There hasn't been much lately... ah? Oh! Then let's do it today!"

"It's really not a worry. I hope one pops out of that corner..."

While muttering impatiently, Dante opened the drawer, took out the car keys, then took Pandora's Box from Tracy and warned:

"Throw these two things to Enzo, don't let him hang them up! (Don't buy them)"

As he spoke, Dante put Gilgamesh and the Endless Sword Lucifer on the table. Amidst Tracy's complaints of "lazy ass", the two left the office and walked away...

"Where are we going? I think we can just choose a suburb, a forest where no one goes, or a hill where no one goes, right?"

Angelo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the scenery passing by outside and asked in confusion.

"Zi! I didn't expect you to be quite thoughtful, but I have a question, why do you insist on learning those things from me? I think you are strong enough now?"

There was no direct answer, but Dante changed the topic and asked Angelo a question that was not a question.

Why do you say that? In fact, both the skills he has mastered and the abilities Vergil has mastered are basically the same. The only difference is their fighting styles.

And here's the problem. After all, for a demon hunter, especially one with the blood of Sparta, the so-called skills can be understood naturally in endless battles, and there is no so-called good or bad.

Whether it is the swordsmanship of the religious order that Nero came from or the skills that Angelo has now mastered, he has already formed his own style, and there is no need to copy others' wisdom. This is why Dante is confused.

Closer to home, after Dante asked that question, Angelo did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said what he thought the answer was:

"After I left my mother, I was not used to it at first, because I always fell asleep with her company at first, although it may seem a little embarrassing to you..."

"No, it's not shameful at all. Some people want to hear their mother tell them bedtime stories, but they don't have to listen yet!"

Halfway through, before Angelo could continue, Dante interrupted him and then said what was on his mind.

Not for enlightenment, but...

Dante's words made Angelo laugh. The latter shook his head, and then his eyes began to turn cold:

"Maybe, but I have been having nightmares these past few days. When I close my eyes, either I will be killed by those demons, or my mother will be killed by the demons, haha!"

With a wry smile, Angelo added:

"I feel a little worried about gains and losses, although as my mother said, everything is slowly getting better..."

At this point, Angelo lowered his head and stopped talking, while Dante glanced to his left and joked:

"Oh~~! Are you a little bit unaccustomed to it after leaving your mother? Haha! It's okay, you'll get used to it once you get used to it!"

"No! It's not what you think!"

Angelo retorted, then took a deep breath and added:

"Nero and I are indeed very powerful. Of course, I am a little stronger than him, but compared to you, I am like a child holding an RPG. I think you understand what I mean. I don't want to show it clearly.

I have great power but don’t know how to use it. If it comes to a critical moment, I won’t have a chance to regret it!”

After speaking in one breath, Angelo picked up the can of soda placed at the back of the car, opened it and drank it down, as if to vent his unhappiness.

After listening to Angelo's words, Dante nodded thoughtfully, somewhat understanding the meaning.

If you really want to talk about it, it's just because there is no so-called sense of security. On the night of the union, I heard from Beiya about their experiences in those years, being chased by demons and being chased by some humans...

These are things that Dante has never experienced, just like Beja said that day

"The only difference between him and Virgil is that he has me with him, while Virgil has nothing..."

Thinking of this, Dante couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After all, he was saved by his mother. Although he lost his memory later, he was a blessing in disguise and made many friends. And then...

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad.

If Angelo hadn't been around, maybe I wouldn't have thought of this, but when I saw Angelo, all the memories of the past came to my mind, even though many people had nothing to do with him.

If it weren't for his age, if he had gone back more than ten or twenty years, he would have been laughed at by Gru and that old woman for being a crybaby or something like that.

Thinking of this, Dante gave a wry smile, and Angelo, who was sitting next to him, glanced at him in confusion...

Because it was not an important matter, Dante drove a little slowly. After driving for a few hours and crossing several cities, a huge tower towering into the clouds began to appear in front of him.

Especially at this time, when it is close to dusk, the sun sets from the west, the moon rises from the southeast, and the huge tower stands between the two, the scene is incredibly spectacular.

"Wow! This scenery is so beautiful. Is there a camera in the car? I want to take a photo of this scene and send it to my mother!"

Seeing this scene that came into view, Angelo couldn't help but admired, and then turned to ask Dante.

"No! Next time, didn't you tell me before?"

After replying, Dante looked forward, turned the steering wheel a few times, parked the car, and the uncle and nephew arrived at the bottom of the giant tower.

"This is the giant tower that my grandfather built when he sealed the demon world. I've heard my mother talk about it before, but this is the first time I've seen it. It's really spectacular!"

After taking a look at the giant tower in front of him, Angelo couldn't help but sigh in admiration when he felt the pressure and heaviness inside it.

"Yeah! Those people who worshiped demons built this giant tower, and then my dad put his sword in it. Tsk! Think about it first, it seems to be calculated! Okay, boy, now here

There is no one, let’s go up!”

Curling his lips in disdain, Dante complained a bit, then greeted Angelo, and then ran towards the top of the tower.

"A race? I won't lose to you!"

Seeing his uncle running up at the lead, Angelo said unconvinced, then followed closely and began to climb the giant tower...

If someone were to look with a telescope at this time, they would definitely see two people running up on the outer wall of the huge vertical tower in a posture that defied gravity, and they were running faster and faster, as if there was no limit.

Soon, the whistling wind in the ears disappeared in a huge sonic boom. The uncle and nephew seemed to be competing. Neither of them turned into a devil's posture, nor did they use the devil's power.

It's a pure physical competition. If you can't persist, you will definitely fall from the top.

As the running speed became faster and faster, gradually, the two figures were friction with the air, and their whole bodies lit up with bright firelight, like rockets launched into space...
To be continued...