Call me Mr. Butler, and if you need anything in London, please feel free to see me."

"Mr. Butler..." Mosley felt that the name sounded familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard it before: "What do you want from me?"

"Do you know about the Doomsday Party?"

"....Are you a doomsday party?"

"Yes." Mr. Butler nodded slightly: "It seems that you know us, so it will save you a lot of trouble. If you are also a savior who is worried about the fate of mankind, please join our doomsday party...

"

"The Doomsday Party doesn't have a good reputation," Mosley said.

"That's just a rumor spread by some people. What's more, for someone like you, as long as it helps you realize your lofty ambitions, you would even sell your soul to the devil, wouldn't you?"

Mr. Butler said with a smile: "If you need help, our Doomsday Party is your best choice. We don't want your soul or your money, and we won't bear the name of human traitor."

"I have never wanted to be a traitor to mankind." Mosley said quietly: "I do things unscrupulously, but that does not mean that I will surrender to the devil. Besides, I have never seen a devil at all! I don't even know what they look like.

Know!"

What does the devil look like?

Mr. Butler thought of Freya. Her beauty and mature charm were so superb that even he was salivating. Not many men could hold her back.

Mr. Butler has a rough guess about what the devil looks like. He knows that many devils are not as ugly as described in the teachings of various churches. People are devils because of their aesthetic problems.

After thinking about it, Mr. Butler could not tell Mosley about Freya being a devil, and continued to persuade: "Mr. Mosley, please believe me, you will not be willing to sign a contract with the devil. They are a group of devils."

Cunning creatures, rather than cooperate with them, it is better to choose the doomsday party."

"What are the benefits of cooperating with you...?"

"We will help you realize your ambition. Don't you want to be prime minister? It's very simple and not difficult at all."

"Simple?" Mosley sneered: "The new Prime Minister Nicholas is only 27 years old. The Liberal Party, the Democratic Party and even the church support him. The term of office of such a person is terrible. As long as he makes no mistakes, the Prime Minister will always be in his pocket."

thing, the Doomsday Party...why? Do you want to assassinate him?"

"Assassination is too low-level. We have a better way."

Mr. Butler said calmly: "The prime minister is appointed by the king. As long as he gets the support of the king, changing the prime minister is just a piece of cake. Are you right?"

"Can you get the king's support?!"

Mosley's eyes widened:
Chapter completed!