While all the major forces in Backlund were working for the Black Emperor, Snow was doing a trivial thing.
But it was obviously a trivial matter, yet he failed once again despite possessing semi-god-level combat power.
because--
"Good afternoon, Huang Beibei."
Seeing this angelic lady who suddenly pulled him into a closed space before he took action, Snow sighed helplessly.
This is the third time he has been interrupted.
The first time Jana came to my door, the second time the True Creator suddenly wanted to listen to a new song, and the third time, an angel actually came directly.
At this moment, Snow finally confirmed that the little guy whose gender was unknown was indeed aware of his existence and was deliberately guarding him.
"I'm only Sequence Six! Am I so careful?" Snow cursed in his heart, and Bernadette sitting in front of him seemed to be aware of Snow's emotional changes and asked:
"Did I interfere with one of your plans?"
Snow didn't plan to talk more about this issue. He shook his head slightly, then put on his social expression again, and said with a smile:
"I don't know why His Majesty the Angel is here to visit you. What's the point?"
"If you are dissatisfied, you can just say it directly, and don't speak in a tone that makes me want to beat you." Bernadette casually took out a gold coin and gave it to Snow, and said in a slightly ups and downs tone:
"This is the magical item you want for the winner's path. You should have a way to destroy it."
"Of course." Snow took the reward he deserved, sealed it with his spirituality and stuffed it into the iron cigarette and bag he carried with him.
Seeing Snow put away the gold coins, Bernadette, who had originally planned to give a warning, said no more, but changed the topic:
"When do you want the properties of the Witch of Pain and the Tutor of Chaos?"
"It's not urgent. Just give it to me together with the characteristics of the disaster priest or prophet." Snow shook his head, with a "You continue" expression on his face. Bernadette's brows behind the tulle frowned slightly, and immediately
road:
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I should ask you this, right? You came here this time just to give me a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of sequence five, right? Can't you just leave this kind of thing in the bookstore and wait for me to pick it up?"
Although Snow knows that someone has plucked the strings of fate, no matter how he plucks the strings, there should be a rationale in it. Just like 0-08 changing destiny needs to be logical, Huang Beibei will never give a reason.
If you don’t have any, just jump out right?
"Then I'll ask directly." Bernadette took a breath, as if forcing herself to make up her mind, and asked in a completely different tone than usual: "Who is the Black Emperor?"
"..." Snow looked at Huang Beibei's chin and said helplessly, "Didn't you guess it all? Or you plan to let me tell you his true identity. Are you willing to communicate with me without wearing a veil?
?wait……"
Before Snow could finish speaking, Bernadette lifted up the fine gauze hanging from the old-fashioned soft fur, exposing her delicate and flawless face in front of Snow.
At this time, Snow was completely paralyzed. Looking at Bernadette's serious expression, he took a deep breath and then said:
"The current holder of the Black Emperor Card, he is to The Fool what I am to Paradox."
Snow didn't try to lie, because even with [Zi Fei's] cover, he would never be able to resist angel-level big data analysis.
"Does he also believe in other gods?" Bernadette's question made Snow, who had prepared misleading lines, get stuck in his throat. He nodded while thinking about why the princess's focus was so strange.
road:
"He is also the favored one of the night."
"Are you all having such a good time?" Although Bernadette didn't say it out loud, through the eyesight given by [Zi Feiyu] and Bernadette's long-term lack of routine due to the fine gauze cover
Expression, Snow could actually read this content on her face.
He did not intend to talk about this sensitive topic. Although the three pig-headed men had built the wall, no one knew whether the wall of the three pig-headed men could stop the big demonic wolf Sister Goddess.
He could only show a peaceful smile and said in a deliberately low voice:
"He has a lot of gazes on him. If he doesn't take the initiative to come to you, please don't interfere with his growth. It will let you enter the vision of some existences. Believe me, even if you are an angel, you can't stand this kind of gaze.
.”
"I will remember it." Bernadette nodded lightly, put down the tulle again, the vines slowly retracted, and the three pig-headed men disappeared without a trace. When the sun shone on her body again, Bernadette and her pumpkin
The carriage was nowhere to be seen.
"Since you don't want to see me, then forget it." Snow glanced in a certain direction, then turned around and left without any hesitation. He still understood this truth.
…
On the other side, Klein, who had no idea that he was missing an "accidental encounter", led reporter Mike around the East District, constantly interviewing the rescued girls.
In the face of an interview fee of one pound, even if they had just received a relatively good job from Enthusiasm, these girls did not refuse, even those who had been tortured.
Mike kept recording those words that made people angry and thought-provoking, with a heavy expression and a sad look on his face.
On the way to the next house, Klein was opening the bag to untie Mike, but suddenly felt the touch of his spiritual sense. His expression froze slightly and he said:
"I'm sorry, I suddenly want to go to the toilet. This is a passionate place, there shouldn't be any danger. Please wait a moment, I'll borrow a bathroom!"
"Then you have to hurry up. Even if you are enthusiastic, the East End is not a benign place after all." Mike frowned slightly, but still did not stop Klein. Klein only felt that what the inspiration foreshadowed was getting closer and closer, and immediately turned around
body and walked towards Daisy's house.
Mike watched Klein leave with some helplessness, and stood awkwardly in the middle of the road, but he did not dare to move casually, for fear that when he walked into an alley, hidden gangsters would strip him of all valuables.
But Klein didn't actually leave. After getting out of Mike's sight, he quickly climbed up the wall and found a hidden place to observe the street.
Thanks to the chaotic building structure in the East District, Klein easily found a convenient place to hide. Soon, he saw a familiar figure.
"Leonard? He joined the Red Gloves?" Klein looked at the handsome figure walking in the team in surprise. Like other people wearing the badge of the Church of the Night, he wore red gloves on his hands, which made Klein surprised.
Ryan immediately judged his current identity.
"Are they here to investigate the Black Emperor?" Klein speculated in his mind about the mission of the Red Glove Team, but he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. If it was just for investigation, wouldn't it be simpler and more direct to fall asleep at night through nightmares?
Just when he was suspicious, Mike came into contact with the Red Gloves team. Under Klein's nervous gaze, the two parties briefly exchanged a few words before they separated again. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and delayed for a while.
After the red gloves were almost gone, he returned to Mike's side and continued today's interview journey...