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"Don't try to kill yourself in front of demons," I said in the gentlest tone, "unless you wish to give him your soul."
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Ince Zangwill clutched his right hand, from which I had trampled three fingers off, and trembled as he held the bleeding gauze. This was the bare minimum punishment for offending an angel and for not going out to greet me. Instead, he tried to chase me away with 0-08—a ridiculous act.
So, he still did not dare to come near, nor to sit down. He stood in front of the chair where I was sitting, looking at me with the most frightened and wary eyes, and at the notebook that belonged to him in my hand. I handed him my new hat for £2 and motioned for him to hang it on the hanger by the door. He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his left hand, which still had all five fingers, took the hat with little dexterity, and hung it himself. This was good; it proved that he had learned to be obedient and understood that even demons do not want to hang bloodied garments at all times.
Today is cloudy. I looked through the diary in a good mood and realized that many interesting things had happened in the small city of Tingen before I arrived. For example, the puppet of the Duke of Antigonus pointed out a descendant of its owner to the nighthawks, and this poor little toy, which was originally the most popular doll in the family, is now a sword hanging over the head of the last descendant of the House of Antigonus.
For example, a nighthawk named Leonard, who "has a special secret on his body," and Klein, who mysteriously did not die, is also nighthawk. And Dunn Smith, the Mr. 'Nightmare' who broke into my dreams last night and ate the afternoon tea I had prepared for Miss Wall and her friend.
The nighthawks under the command of the Goddess of the Night are truly full of talents.
I probably flipped through the notebook; it had been used for a long time, crumpled and tattered. Most of the previous content described how I hid and used coincidences to divert the pursuing night watchmen. In the years since he defected, he traveled all over the world and finally came to this small city, trying to conspire with the holy relics of Sequence 4 in the adjacent path, attempting to promote across the paths, and secretly made many layouts. However, according to the records, there was very little success, and that Klein always caused unexpected situations that prevented Zangwill from fully achieving his goals.
"The kind Ince Zangwill helped?"
I read it, and he looked even more frightened, as if he was about to run away through the window in the next second. But even the gates of the underworld could not allow him to escape, so what was the use of a window leading to the garden? Instead of being harsh, I wanted to praise him: "I was just wondering why Mr. Z's report actually said, 'The seed has been successfully planted, and the mother's condition is stable.' According to our expectations, the first step of God's descent will not succeed. It turns out that you did a good job of not letting the mother die at that time."
It's funny, I guess. If I'm not mistaken, the seal of the Night Church "0-08," whose name is the Quill of Alzuhod, corresponds to the Sequence 1 "Author" of the "Spectator" pathway, which once caused the death of an angel. Level 0, the highest level of confidentiality, cannot be passed on, and even when it is told to the relevant personnel, it will only describe the simplest appearance.
It is already unimaginable that such a sealed artifact can be mastered by a bishop who only is Sequence 5, it is even more unimaginable that he has not been written to death for three years, and has successfully evaded a series of pursuits, and mixed under the nose of the Goddess of the Night.
It stands to reason that 0-08 should have little interest in writers at this level, so the reason he has survived to this point is very intriguing.
I didn't dwell on it. After all, if there had to be a higher-level storyteller, someone more behind the scenes than Ince Zangwill, to drive all of this, the "Spectator" at the top of the scene, the Former Ancient Sun God, who was playing his own son, was the biggest suspect.
"You're doing a great job, Ince Zangwill. You're funny."
I closed my notebook and met his astonished and suspicious gaze. I'm telling the truth because demons love such despicable masterminds. He obviously looks like he will do whatever it takes to achieve his end, but he doesn't even want to stain his hands with blood and would rather play with the lives of others through covert influence. He obviously holds the highest-level seal, yet he always cowers and hides in a dark corner like a rat that cannot see the light. He is destined to fall victim, and I'd love to see him continue to die to pass the time.
"So I won't help you, I won't scramble you, I won't protect you. You have to be strong and survive yourself, so that I can appreciate your more despicable side—and for that, I can give you some blessings."
The anger that was not well-hidden froze on his face, and Ince Zangwill's only remaining dark blue eye showed a suspicious and wary look. Then he realized that he had no right to refuse.
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After visiting Ince Zangwill, I went to the lower street to check whether the city's "pain" qualified.
It has been 200 years since the "Ernst Charitable Foundation" was established by my subordinate, the "Angel of Temperance" Richard Ernst. He is a good human being, a capable human being, and a human with an overly rich conscience. It's the first time I've seen someone who has made philanthropy their life's work, let alone an angel. As such, his anchor is all the old, weak, sick, and disabled in the Foundation. Kindness is in his nature, his humanity, and once he tries to abandon it all, he will immediately get out of control.
Charity is a bottomless pit, and the Foundation will never be able to make ends meet, but it will always be building new workhouses and welfare homes. As the chief, the theoretically worshipped, Richard Ernst even needed to use his worldly status to solicit patronage, but the nobles didn't care about charity.
He had sacrificed the relevant reports to me on his return from Feysac, and even the nobles, who had a little knowledge of his identity, had only given a sum less than £100,000 in return.
Separated by a wall from the cozy little villas of the factory owners are tiny houses crammed together by dozens of people. The workers have only a few soles a week on filthy floors and cheap spoiled food. So Richard insisted on adding new machines to my factories that were less harmful to people, giving workers 10% higher wages and an impressive amount of work-related injury medical grants. My factories soon closed down one after another because they couldn't compete with their peers, and the meager profits made it impossible for the factory's accountants to find a way to make a profit.
This behavior also made me lose a lot of money in the circle of factory owners. After being ostracized by their peers and denounced by employees for not being able to afford their welfare, I had to sell the factory to competitors at a low price.
In the aftermath of this farce, the real managers of the estate took back the business power that had been handed over to Richard. And to reclaim all the factories, equity investments, and plantations, and to squeeze cheap labor and even slaves like everyone else, could provide Richard with the original capital of the charitable industry.
- How ironic, how pitiful. What do you want to do with the philanthropist who has no reputation, and no one cares about, Richard Ernst?
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Baron Garmire coughed lowly, leaving a slight red mark on his palm, which was then absorbed by the human skin glove.
He had suffered a comminuted fracture in his chest two days earlier, but thanks to his sturdy body in Sequence 6 of the Sailor Pathway, he was able to save up his strength to escape and found an opportunity to use his connections to heal. But he wouldn't think it was his luck, just because the powerful Sequence 1 who happened to pass by didn't end up killing him.
Qilangos was very chagrined. For the first time since his life was in danger that day, he panicked and almost lost control and came back to his senses to kill Baron Garmire, who he had been spying on for a long time. Without the homeless, he had to take a servant to feed the "Creeping Hunger" first, so that his weak self would not overturn because of the extraordinary item. Then he took on the form of a baron and spent two days in bed recuperating and recovering without incident.
Some dangerous but not fatal errands suddenly become heavy burdens on your shoulders, hoping that you will soon recover and complete the task. If you fail... Qilangos didn't dare to think about it.
It was obviously impossible to assassinate Duke Negan with this body, but the fact that the invitation to the dinner did not arrive was even more suspicious. Therefore, he decided to attend the ball, observe the security around Duke Negan, and leave early, buy a ticket to leave Backlund temporarily, and wait until he has the ability to carry out the mission again and then return silently.
It's all because of that high-sequence powerhouse... Damn, if it weren't for those two women investigating me, where would I have gotten to this!
As a pirate general, Qilangos, who admired strength and strength, of course, did not dare to curse the strong, and could only curse in his heart repeatedly and cursed Fors and Xio, who were almost killed by him, and he let out a bad breath. Thinking of the possible punishment for not completing the task and thinking that he would probably never have the chance to take revenge on those two women, his facial features involuntarily became a little hideous.
But in the next second, he immediately adjusted his expression to a normal state.
"Hello, Baron Garmire." Audrey greeted with a flawless smile and etiquette.
Opposite him, Baron Garmire, disguised as Baron Garmire with sparse eyebrows and blue eyes, also smiled and saluted: "Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and brightest jewel of this ball."
After a few aristocratic greetings, the two staggered.
After taking a few steps, Audrey suddenly frowned, and her green eyes were full of doubts: 'Baron Garmire is not the same as usual...'
'In the past, when he saw a young lady and a lady with a higher status and more beautiful status than himself, he would move his eyes to the side, not daring to look directly, and then constantly peeking... But today, he seems to be very confident...'
'No, in fact, the most abnormal thing is the smell of perfume on his body! When he used to go to various parties, he exuded the bottom note of the perfume 'Amber', which was pure and pure, not ostentatious but noble, but just now the fragrance on his body was the middle note of 'Amber', dense and elegant...'
'Did he smell anything else when he passed me just now? The perfume was so thick that it seemed to be hiding something, as if, indeed, a trace of blood wafted past... Baron Garmire has been sick and bedridden at home for two days, where will it be stained with blood? "
Audrey's pace is getting slower and slower, and as a "spectator" who has completely digested the potion, her sensitivity to detail is by no means matched by other extraordinary people. She recalled more and more doubts, and suddenly, she thought of a possibility, and her green eyes froze.
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[Original Author's notes: IF Edward Upper Tarot will be
"Is this a kindergarten?" He glanced at it. Noting the general appearance and breath of everyone and add them to the assassination list, and he left.
IF Temperance Angel Richard on Tarot Meeting
Richard: Lord, I entered into a pre-divine council where the great being of the presiding officer called himself "Mr. Fool."
Edward: Fool? Now how can there be a fool, you see that half of the fool is still on the top of the mountain. Tell me the address and I'll take a look, you have fallen into a pyramid scheme trap, be wary of new types of Internet fraud.
* In addition, what is the concept of a trip to the Feysac Empire to lobby most of the nobles and only get 100,000 pounds, Audrey exposed Qilangos, and received a total of more than 400.000 pounds from various countries and organizations.]