Chapter 47 Red Evil Spirit

Chapter 47 Red Evil Spirit

Chapter 47 Red Evil Spirit

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During his first lucid moment, the Red Ghost lit the first match.

He saw time going backwards and the world returning to a glorious era. The living, complete Lord stood in the light and waved to him, saying, Come, my weapons, follow me to flatten the kingdom of dragons and giants. Let the light shine all the way to the lofty sky city of the Imaginary Dragon, so that the humans there can be saved and the arrogant ancient gods can be restrained and restricted.

They stared at the insignificant fire silently. A gust of wind blew from somewhere, and the match went out. The Lord's figure and the light went out together. The shadow of the enemy in the distance turned into wisps of green smoke, rising, rising, and dispersing.

When he woke up for the second time, the Red Ghost lit the second match. This time he learned his lesson and held the flame with his hand to block the wind, allowing it to burn longer.

This time, what appeared in the firelight was the solemn and heavy black empire. The Black Emperor was the king of the earth and the king of kings appointed by the Lord.

The Lord was seriously injured and incomplete, and his spirit was not very good. This period of time was very difficult, but the Lord and Ouroboros were by his side, so there was always something to reassure him. The Black Emperor sat high on the throne and looked down at all living beings. He and the Lord respected and recognized each other, forming a true alliance. They shared the throne of two sides of the same coin and were hostile to the six evil gods in the distant land. Although the Red Angel insisted that no one could compare to the Lord, he still obediently registered himself temporarily under Solomon's command. The red of war flattened the earth, and the strict iron laws set the shackles of survival. Although it was a bit down, life was still brisk, and hope seemed to be right in front of him.

There were other people in the firelight, including the figures of two conquerors.

Although Medici showed disdain for them, he could not deny that they were his most valuable prey and opponents.

It was easy for the three-in-one hunter to light a fire, but the dead fire full of resentment was not as bright as this vibrant light. However, things in the world are usually not as good as one's wishes. There was no wind, but a drop of rain seeped into the dark basement at some point and fell squarely on the flame. The flame burst into huge sparks and went out in the blink of an eye.

That spark was blood red, as red as the afterglow of the sunset on the day when the black empire collapsed, like the hot magma that erupted after the earth trembled. The evil god launched a judgment, the throne collapsed, and the Lord also roared in mourning for his allies, and the ears and eyes of the secret praying people also flowed red tears. It was as red as the blood that flowed into his eyes on the day he fell, and as red as the crown on the head of Alistair Tudor who was crowned here and the crazy fire in his eyes on the day he was born as an evil spirit.

The Red Evil Spirit smacked his lips, and reached out to touch the last match on the body of the descendant of Tudor. This time, he wanted to block the wind and the rain. But when he picked up the last match, he found that the blood that had seeped out had already wet it, and there would be no light here anymore.

Decades of silence and dead silence followed.

Soran said, "...The little fortune teller who came before was quite clever and ran very fast, otherwise we could have some more entertainment now."

Medici snorted twice. "He runs so fast, and he's a fortune teller. Could he be a descendant of Antigonus? It's because this shabby place can't produce anything. If even the Red Priest's Blasphemy Card can't seduce him, then it seems that only the Fool Card can seduce him."

"That's right. It seems that the guy even blew this place down. Poor Red Angel will have to remain a prisoner for who knows how long."

"No, no, I'm fine here except I'm bored. There are people who come close to me and let me scold them. I won't get tired of it even after decades."

"The God of War has no other ability now except his mouth."

"Of course that's because I have losers like you holding me back."

The two hunters chatted to kill time, mixed with teasing about each other's embarrassing situation and the usual insults to the gods. After a while, Medici's right cheek cracked open. Einhorn did not join the two hunters' conversation as punctual as punching in every day, but after "He" appeared, Medici and Soran gradually stopped talking, and the eyes shared by the three souls turned to the only door in the room.

somebody is coming.

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Before the Roselle Memorial Exhibition ended, Edward happened to see Klein leaving after visiting at the exit. For now, he still needed to maintain a certain friendly relationship with him. Although Klein acted a little strange and unnatural, it didn't matter. He just had to finish what he had to do.

According to His guess, as long as he carefully explains the grudge between Bernadette and himself, and then expresses his apologies to him. These alone may not be effective enough, then - demons can basically detect the types of desires in others, and use this to formulate plans to seduce and corrupt them. Klein... looks... short of money, and it seems that there will be large expenses in the short term. Private detective is not a very profitable job. From his recent movements, it can be judged that he is one of those people with good luck. At least he is not so poor that he needs to take commissions of less than one pound to make a living. But for humans, money is something that the more the better -

"Bernadette didn't trust me in the first place, and she hated me even more after Roselle's death. It was my negligence that I didn't consider her hostility towards me in time and let you be affected by the High Sequence. I'm so glad that you're okay."

After that, Edward fished out his wallet from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and took out two creased pieces of paper: "This is an apology."

Addressing Bernadette as "she" meant that she was only a high-sequence, Sequence 3 or 4, and not an angel... Also, angels are not so common. Klein hesitated for a moment. Bernadette's glance did not cause him much harm. The divination in the gray fog also showed that they would not have any intersection in the future, so he wanted to shirk his responsibility: "You don't have to be so polite..." He glanced at the note and suddenly got stuck in his words. It was all thanks to the clown's control that he did not fall into shock on the spot.

There was an unnamed account on each of the two pieces of paper—Klein was very familiar with this—and the withdrawal password and the amount in the account were written below. The first piece was five hundred pounds, and the second piece was also five hundred pounds. The value of these two pieces of paper exceeded Klein's entire current wealth!

He, he had just made a request to Miss Justice, asking her to help him check if there was anything wrong with the bookmark in the manuscript, and he offered a starting fee of 500 pounds with no upper limit...

"I remember that you have your own secrets, and the income of a private detective is very unstable. I don't really need money anymore, and we both come from that world, so it's only natural for us to help our compatriots."

Origin, hometown. Mutual help between compatriots. It was reasonable and logical. Faced with such sincere words and apology, Klein could not refuse.

Know it with emotion, move it with reason.

"So, Klein, I hope you can accept my apology and stop brooding over my negligence today."

Confirm the two parties of the transaction and emphasize the content of the transaction. The apology is not limited to the gold pounds in hand, so anything obtained from oneself is considered a transaction.

Don't worry about whether my negligence today can be understood as an increase in favor, or can be further distorted into a condition that is more in line with my intention.

"The souls I control will never complain about my negligence"

"...Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Edward...but I can't accept a reward without merit. Your apology is too much, and I'm not seriously injured." After a few seconds of silence, Klein controlled himself and did not reach out to take the two notes with anonymous accounts. However, he had already accepted the other party's apology in his heart, which was part of the "deal". He gradually let down his guard and put aside the decision he made a few hours ago to stay away from Edward Vaughn. Goodwill and recognition quietly emerged from his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I don't need this money. Although I can't do anything to help you, you are right. We are from the same hometown and we should help each other."

Edward smiled nonchalantly and put away the two notes. He put his wallet back into his inner pocket. Just when Klein thought he had given up, he pulled out... a bunch of rice dumplings? ?

"Today is October 10th. I still remember your country's festival. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival." Facing Klein's surprised look, Edward Vaughn was well prepared and smiled. "Although it seems that we shouldn't eat rice dumplings on the Double Ninth Festival, we should climb high to appreciate the flowers, right? ... And the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival have passed. It's a pity that I didn't meet you by then. I didn't know much about your culture, but Roselle kept it in mind, so I remembered it too. I guessed that you might come to Roselle's exhibition today, so I prepared in advance. If you don't come, I will visit you."

"But I don't know what flavor you like... I made it according to the recipe Russell told me. There are sweet and salty ones, plain rice dumplings, red bean dumplings, meat dumplings and other flavors. There should be one that you like, right?"

"..." If Klein could still refuse money, then this kind of gift was something he could not resist. It was not until this string of exquisite rice dumplings was placed in his hands that he felt his eyes getting hot and a faint sadness filled his heart as if it was blocked.

"…Thank you so much, Mr. Edward."

He used his clown abilities to control his facial expressions, his tears and his choking throat, and accepted the strange food in the eyes of others as naturally and friendly as possible. The dumplings were still warm, and Klein carefully wrapped them with his scarf, held them in his arms, and thanked him again earnestly: "Thank you, I'll leave first."

“Hopefully they’ll bring back some flavors of home.”

Edward said goodbye to him and sighed, "I'm going to attend a banquet later. A gentleman who settled in Backlund invited me and others to visit his new home. Roselle also taught me a lot of things. You are his fellow countryman. I will let you taste it when I have the chance."

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"'How interesting."

On the way to the mansion of Mr. Miller Carter, the organizer of tonight's party, Edward said to himself in front of the glass of the carriage window: "I didn't buy his soul."

"His soul has been reserved by someone else." The reflection on the glass answered Him, with a very calm expression and tone, "I also felt that resistance. Even if the King of Angels has reserved his soul, you can't completely pry it away. It seems that a true God has him in his hands."

"Who is the one?"

"The Goddess of Night?" The reflection muttered to himself, "He has always had a connection with the Goddess of Night, vaguely, but definitely exists. It's interesting, he uses a false identity, calling himself a believer of the God of Steam and Machinery, but he is being watched by the Goddess of Night. This reminds me of a special human being."

"Megose."

"...You actually still remember her name." Edward said admiringly, "I only remember that she was just a skeleton in the end."

"Although I didn't buy his soul, I succeeded in buying his friendship and trust. If we can confirm who holds his soul, then our goal of investigating the person behind the scenes will be at least half accomplished."

"It doesn't matter if I can't buy it. I have a feeling that I can discover more things by keeping it." The reflection looked as if it didn't want to say more. When passing by a bright gas street lamp, "He" disappeared from the glass.

The reflection returned to normal, and Edward Vaughn sat up straight, tilted his head slightly, and adjusted his appearance through the glass. At his feet was the Backlund specialty that he was going to give to Mr. Miller Carter tonight. It was not expensive but it was carefully made. The carriage was running smoothly and bumpy on the street. The sky gradually darkened, and the brightly lit mansion was in sight.

TBC
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*Devil's Bargain.

He never lied, but not a single word of His could be believed.

When you first meet, you are induced by the devil's spirit to have a good impression, but it can be washed away when you are above the gray fog. But if you accept the deal, it means that you actively accept the inducement, and you will not notice it when you are above the gray fog.

Edward and Richard are also a set of contrasts. The angel is dusty, inconspicuous and poor, while the devil is friendly, kind, wealthy and handsome.

Because only demons need to seduce others.

*132-The Red Angel Selling Matches is the product of an outburst of inspiration. Considering the overall feeling, it is also one of the parts that I am most satisfied with and like the most.

(End of this chapter)