Chapter 50 Red Angel

Chapter 50 Red Angel

Chapter 50 Red Angel

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"When someone says, 'Thank you for your hard work,' you can reply, 'Please keep it to yourself. Get me a glass of water.' This is to show your recognition of the other person's care and concern."

“When someone asks you, ‘Why is the progress so slow?’ you can just say, ‘If you have the ability, come and do it.’ This shows your appreciation for the other person’s ability to work.”

“When someone instructs you to do something, you ask in return: ‘You taught me how to do it?’ to show your approval of the other person’s behavior.”

……

The Angel of the Abyss looked at the paper in his hand, then at the person opposite him. He really didn’t know what expression to use, so he simply spoke without any expression as usual: “This is completely contrary to the human etiquette I know.”

"Hey, Your Highness, have you forgotten that we are hunters?"

"You are the only one."

"Yeah, that's right. I'm a hunter and a provocateur, so this way of greeting is completely reasonable for me. Moreover, the language and culture are broad and profound. You see, isn't this teaching me how to do things an expression of affirmation of other people's knowledge? If you have the ability, you can do it. Since my progress is too slow, of course I have to let someone more capable do it. Moreover, compared to verbal comfort, pouring a glass of water can make others feel the warmth between people..."

Adela tried her best to deceive, but her face was full of honesty and reliability. She pushed the booklet full of successful cases of hunter-style social interaction into the hands of the Angel of the Abyss again, and calmly smoothed the raised corners of the sticker "Friendly Communication Guide" on the cover to prevent the real title of the book "How to Be a Good Hunter" from being exposed.

"I also saw you greeting Mr. Gustav the other day. Your words 'Good morning, useful human' immediately astonished me. If you had chosen to be a hunter, you would definitely have reached the heights you are at today!"

"..."

"And our Soran family is a royal family, and the royal family is naturally the role model for the entire Intis, so the social style within our family is correct throughout the country. You don't have to be nervous, there will be no problem."

"..."

"Have you finished reading it? If you have, let's do it to the first person you see when you go out! I believe you can do it!"

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

“You learn so fast.”

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Medici crossed his legs and looked out the door. Although his eye was crushed, it was meant to scare people. He felt good about himself. This basement had already received a second wave of visitors in just a few months. The last wave failed to keep the fortune-teller. This sensible demon should know the usefulness of the "blasphemy card" and it could be of some use, right?

However, what made him most curious was the inverted cross painted on the door. What was this hinting at? Could it really be...

Just as the great Red Angel was deep in thought, Soran suddenly spoke up to remind Him: "The devil has already reached the door."

Medici was unconcerned: "Where else would He be if not at the door?"

"Where's your brain, Medici?? I mean He has walked to the door He opened himself!"

"That's it. You're still the dumbest." Medici still didn't care. He changed the order of his legs and leaned to the other side of the chair. "He must have come here for something. This is just a trick of playing hard to get."

Seeing Medici's confidence, Soran hesitated to speak, and finally fell silent with half-belief and half-doubt. After another half minute, Einhorn on the right spoke: "He has returned to the basement outside."

"…He is playing hard to get and raising the price. He has even painted the symbol of my Lord on the door. He must be here to make some money." Medici remained calm, but began to tap the armrest with his fingers. "He either has a mission or his own purpose. I don't believe he will not turn back."

“He started to go up the stairs.”

"…………" The Red Angel remained calm and ordered calmly, "He's leaving soon. One of you two should give Him a signal quickly."

"Psycho! If you hadn't provoked Him first, how could He leave?"

"I don't want to embarrass the Red Angel."

"Okay, then I will start chanting the name of the Lord now! Guess whether the devil will help me or you!"

"Stop Him!"

It was not known whether they were trying to stop Medici or the devil. Anyway, when the red angel and the evil spirit began to fight each other, a small poisonous snake, controlled by someone unknown, finally caught up with Edward with difficulty. It opened its mouth and bit him, and its fangs pierced the corner of his pants, and then it swayed.

Edward stopped going upstairs, picked up the little snake by its tail expressionlessly, and looked at the two rice-sized holes on the corners of his pants. He decided to go back and tell the real creator in detail. The upside-down little snake raised its triangular head, stuck out its tongue and hissed twice in the direction of the red evil spirit. Edward threw it to the ground, and it found a gap and crawled in. No one knew where it ran to.

He opened his pocket watch, checked the time, and returned the same way.

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The first round of fighting ended with the two conquerors controlling Medici's throat and mouth so that he didn't say any honorific names that shouldn't be pronounced, but they couldn't stop the subsequent conversation. Medici took back all the blood that added to the atmosphere as if nothing had happened, and looked much more normal than at the beginning.

He heard footsteps stop at the door, and asked through the door: "Who are you...who sent you?"

Edward replied calmly: "Money."

Medici was a little confused, but it didn't matter. He continued to ask: "What is your relationship with the Lord? Are you really Farbuti?"

Edward was counting the patterns carved on the door out of boredom. "Farbuti is garbage. Your Lord sent me here. Ask for more money."

The red angel glanced at the extraordinary characteristics in the corner, held the red priest card in his hand, and continued to ask confidently: "Why did the Lord ask you to find me? Doesn't the Aurora Society have even an angel now?" It is indeed true. The Angel of Destiny was beaten back to the furnace for resisting my pollution, and the Angel of the Holy Word is looking for Him... Although I found you today, there is no need for me to tell the real Creator your location.

There is at least one Sequence 1 seal remnant left here. Ordinary angels are not sure to take you away quietly, unless you have other ways, but that will reduce my value, so even if you tell me, I will not help you. Even if you tell the real Creator, He can't find a Sequence 1 to break this place quietly. It takes at least 4 months from pregnancy to birth, and it takes a lot of time from birth to growth. At least before Ouroboros recovers his strength, I am the only one your Lord can rely on to find you.

Edward was stunned for a few seconds before answering, "Yes, yes."

"I can tell you a good news. What will you give me in exchange?"

Medici smiled evilly, took out the Red Priest Card as prepared, held it between his fingers and shook it a few times: "You should know what this is."

"Its price is much higher than the information about the current situation of the Aurora Society. You should now consider how to return the difference to..."

"I don't want it," said the devil. "Give me money."

"…Give it to me, no more, just…what?" Medici was abruptly interrupted, and both sides of his face began to hold back laughter. The Red Angel couldn't believe it at all. Could it be that he had been dead for too long, and this 1/22 blasphemous slate with all the potion formulas and necessary rituals written on it had become a piece of trash that no one wanted on the side of the road? But fortunately, He quickly took a look at the messy corpses in the corner. The hunter and lawyer path extraordinary characteristics of the low and medium sequences were still very valuable. There was no point in keeping them for himself, so he gave them away without feeling sorry.

Medici then waved his hand and said, "Then I'll give you everything here except the Blasphemy Card. Is that right?"

"can."

The Red Evil Spirit began to suspect that the demons had begun to change their personalities, from their previous crazy actions comparable to those of hunters, and their eloquence that could tempt people to fall into depravity, to the current breed that would not speak unless they had money. Could it be that the hunting of demons by the outside world is still very prevalent, resulting in only the demons who are quiet and practical to survive?
"The True Creator's descent was successful."

The demon threw a nuclear bomb at Him as soon as he opened his mouth, shocking Medici so much that he almost lost his grip on the blasphemy card: "I will manage the affairs of the Aurora Society now."

The Lord God has descended!

It worked!

Since the descent of God was successful, does that mean that the Lord has returned like lightning? The sky and the ocean are shaking together, and the seven gods have all bowed down before the glory of the Lord... Medici's thoughts were in a mess for a moment, and he was dancing in ecstasy to the point of blurring his consciousness. He didn't even care about the mutterings of Soran and Einhorn as if they were facing a great enemy.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. The scenes in his mind ran wildly from the co-rule of the Solomon Empire, and drove 120 miles per hour in reverse to the days of the ancient sun god punching dragons and kicking giants in the Second Era. Medici thought of the great plan of the Lord who had been dormant for a thousand years to defeat the seven gods in one fell swoop and stand on the earth again, and thought of the great strategy that the true creator had not yet begun to think about. He suddenly felt that no one understood the Lord better than himself. The corners of his mouth began to pull back, gradually compressing the living area of ​​the other two conquerors, attracting the curses of the two cohabitants.

"But your master is only at Sequence 6 now." Edward added dryly, "The Aurora Club still needs to purchase baby products on time."

Medici's dream was shattered, and the two conquerors could not hold back for a moment, and the public activity room in the red evil spirit's consciousness space was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere. Medici was so angry that his teeth itched, thinking that the devil had degenerated from a devilish lie to a truthful one. When he was released from prison, he would have to talk to the Lord and kick this tactless guy out.

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"Anything else? I'm leaving now."

"It's okay, it's okay, go away now."

Seeing that the demon was too lazy to pay attention to him, Medici hurriedly sent him away after obtaining the information he needed. Seeing that the basement was about to return to silence, the dead silence and crazy nothingness would soon swallow it up again. But Medici did not feel angry, but instead had hope.

"That's right." He suddenly thought of something.

Edward, who had just walked to the door, noticed something and slowed down his pace. Sure enough, he heard a voice coming from the heavy door behind him.

"Come to think of it, there's something familiar about you."

"Ten out of ten of you demons are crazy. Although you look normal, you dare to covet the position of Fabuti. You must be a mental patient. And I have seen a few demons with names and surnames."

"Not knowing fear, seemingly rational madness. Chasing fear, creating greater fear - let me guess, are you "Fiernino"? "

Creatures other than demons cannot speak the filthy language of the abyss. This name is the pronunciation of "fear" in the ancient Hermetic language.

When other races take the Abyss Path Sequence 6 potion and become demons, they will undergo different changes according to their own characteristics, while natural-born demons are often the activation of some kind of pure malice. In terms of conclusion, Medici's guess is not wrong. Edward thought, because I swallowed the "fear" completely and reproduced it with my own authority, I skipped the stage of transformation, obtained its characteristics and successfully derived my own abilities.

For thousands of years, I have been consciously or unconsciously trying to make my image closer to it, in order to explain my human nature that resembles a car accident scene. It was not until the advent of Roselle that I tried to change my personality, but it only allowed the survivors of the old days to discover my "true identity".

If Medici was not a subordinate of the real Creator, using the identity of "Fear" to fool people would be the best option.

"I am not it," Edward answered. "I inherited it."

"Oh, Fabuti can barely be considered as the Lord's generation. That natural mythical creature is of the same generation as me. Since you are not it, then you are its descendant, which means you are my grandson. Come on, call..."

After discussing intelligence, it was time for small talk. Medici habitually let his mouth become an independent part, but before he finished speaking, his spiritual intuition suddenly began to alarm - what's going on? Could He really replace Fabuti and come back to beat me up? So vengeful? - He dragged out the last word abruptly and swallowed the strange words that were on the tip of his tongue: "Sound - well, considering that you work diligently for the Lord, I won't torment you, little devil, now go."

Edward squinted his eyes and stared at Medici behind the door. Even the stones at his feet could feel the awkward atmosphere here.

He closed the door and left, leaving behind a powerful word: "Psycho."

TBC
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"What are you doing here? We, the Sequence One Red Devils, do not accept Sequence Two demons. You are not welcome~" (Medici shows off his dance) "Listen up, demon. We are going to have a super cool hunter fight here. Guess who can't join in?" (Medici shows off his dance. The three of them fight in a group. Medici insists on showing off his dance) "It's you! So go and call the Lord to save me!" (Fighting each other) "Shut up!" (The other two yell loudly)

(End of this chapter)