It's his favorite medium spicy.

The portion is quite generous, but it will be eaten on the short journey back.

When he arrived at No. 5 King Street, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. He quickened his pace in surprise and saw a man sitting in the shadow of the eaves outside the door. This man was sitting on the steps, with his hands on his knees and

Holding a lit cigarette, the light of the fire flickered in the shadows. Amon looked closer and found that it was actually Edward.

The eyes of Edward Vaughn, a remnant of the past, are light black, only a little lighter than the black of his pupils, so where the brightness is not enough, it looks like pure black without pupils. Amon stood outside the iron fence,

He didn't dare to get close for a while, because he now felt something strange deeply.

——Although the person sitting on the steps is Edward Vaughn, he looks nothing like the demon angels of the past. He has messy hair, tattered clothes and a white shirt that is mostly soaked in blood.

, his glasses were missing, and he looked like he had just been beaten. He was very gloomy, cold, and didn't want to talk to others.

After hesitating for two seconds, Amon moved forward, but he really couldn't think of how to speak.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Amon: "You're here."

Amon's conditioned reflex: "I'm coming, but I shouldn't be coming?"

"It's true that I shouldn't have come, but it's okay to come."

The Declined King brought the half-burned cigarette to his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled a pony made of smoke as if to amuse himself, then dusted the ashes with his index finger, and said calmly: "You know

Why does this villa have two floors, but there are four floors inside?”

"Sealed object?"

"Well." He said, "After entering, you take off the second layer of metal door frame. There is a bottle hidden there. Put the door frame in, plug the bottle, and give it to the owl."

"Are you moving?" Amon agreed, but couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to stay outside? Aren't you going in?"

"Because I'm just a projection."

The Declined King took another puff of cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said calmly: "I don't have much ability to interact with reality."

Projection? After hearing these words and seeing the ferocious bloodstains on the opponent's body, Amon vaguely realized something - he had gone through a hard battle, and the one who could make a king of angels go through a hard battle was undoubtedly the true god!

"Edward Vaughn" has been targeted by the righteous gods. After disappearing for nearly a hundred years, Tingen God descended and there were traces of the abyss angels again. Now he has even been promoted to Sequence One. It is no wonder that some gods want to take action himself. This may be

A more serious warning...

Maybe I was also noticed. The moment Amon came up with this idea, he immediately moved a step, putting himself completely in the shadows, and asked tentatively: "Then your true body is now...?"

"..."

The Outer God put down his cigarette, looked south from a distance, then withdrew his gaze and replied calmly:

"In the place hidden by the goddess of night."

TBC

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Chapter completed!