A man in black wearing a smiling mask was walking on the street, but no one looked at him strangely, as if they were in two parallel worlds.

A certain beautiful mansion stood among the buildings. In his eyes, this building was closer to the world he lived in than the others.

The roar sounded, the buildings on both sides of the street were retreating towards him, the trees were moving behind them, and the wooden doors in the distance were closing in at high speed.

He was already standing on the steps.

The man raised his arm and knocked on the door gently.

He hummed a little tune while waiting for the owner to open the door.

Snap.

The door opened inwards.

The Laughing Man was a little confused. He tilted his head and pushed open the door.

No one is inside.

"hello."

A greeting came from somewhere.

A small figure emerged from the crack in the door.

Two black figures, one big and one small, stood at the door and looked at each other.

The stickman asked enthusiastically:

"Sir, what's the matter with you? I'm the housekeeper here. Do you need me to inform the master?"

The Laughing Man asked:

"Is there a child named Hola here?"

The stickman nodded:

"That is my little master, do you want to find her?"

The Laughing Man looked down at it:

"You are Victor Dom Dylan? How did you end up in such a situation?"

The stickman showed a sincere expression of doubt:

"What situation? Oh, I understand, do you think I have become someone else's pet? You mortals will look at the world with such shallow ideas."

The Laughing Man understood its meaning.

Yes, for this kind of alien creature, whose steward it claims to be, or how strong or weak it is in a short period of time, is not a problem at all.

Even though it is difficult for him to understand the nature of this behavior through sensibility, he can accept this fact through reason and experience.

It is a monster. Even he has heard of this guy's name. Perhaps in the eyes of a creature like him, whose state the stickman is at this time is a prisoner. Perhaps the person who captured it thinks so too.

But in fact, maybe it is enjoying this state.

The Laughing Man asked with some vigilance:

"Then can I go in?"

Stickman shrugs:

"It's up to you. This is not my house. You and I still have to fulfill our responsibilities as housekeepers. I want to remind you that you can come in and kill or take away anyone. I will not stop you.

"But you must first listen to me introduce the owner of this place - Hevendrenger. He is the same monster as me, and he is even more terrifying than me.

"He is a fallen angel from another continent, the eternal enemy of Christ, the angel of the morning in the past, who fell from his position with a third of the red dragon and turned into the master of hell - Satan.

"You'd better mind your behavior in this house."

The Laughing Man frowned.

He didn't believe the stickman's nonsense at all. Satan and Lucifer were two people. He knew this very well, and they were not on this continent.

But he didn't try to think about what the stickman meant when he said this, he just passed it sideways.

The Laughing Man knows how powerful the stickman is, but now that it seems to be in an extremely weak state, he is still confident that he can leave here safely.

And he also had reasons to take risks.

Ha La walked out of the study, followed the sound of conversation to the handrail on the second floor, and curiously looked at the smiling man standing at the door.

This is the purpose of his coming here.

This child.

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