Countless colorful fragments of crystal light scattered all over the sky, pouring down like shattered glass.
"The contract...is broken."
In a villa in London, James Morea looked at the colorful vision in the sky, and his heart gradually sank.
As early as decades ago, the Doomsday Party signed a contract with the ancient god forces. It was the Doomsday Party that first discovered the Demon Gate. They liberated several demons in order to sign an agreement with the ancient god forces so that they could survive in the future turmoil.
leading.
Originally, the Doomsday Party would not break up with the ancient god forces at this time.
The experiment had just completed the first phase and was not yet completely over. At such an important moment, the contract suddenly disappeared...
James Morea didn't dare to think about it anymore. As the top executor of the Doomsday Party in the Kingdom of Windsor, he must activate the emergency plan!
Without even taking his coat, the gray-haired James Morea rushed out of the door, got into the carriage, and went straight to the poker club.
In the poker club, Guy Moran also saw a strange phenomenon in the sky. He did not know that this was a sign that the contract was broken. When he was at a loss, James Morea came in despite the heavy rain.
"professor?!"
Guy Moran quickly asked someone to bring a towel and add firewood to the fireplace: "Why are you here? Don't we always communicate with each other using passwords?"
"The weather is so bad, it is unlikely that there will be surveillance, and the situation is urgent, so there is no need to worry about so much..."
James Morea said solemnly: "Activate the emergency plan, notify Mr. Butler, and ask him to transfer all research materials immediately!"
"Transfer?!" Guy Moran said in surprise: "What happened?"
"The contract between the Doomsday Party and the forces of the Ancient Gods has been broken." James Morea said with a solemn expression: "According to the behavior of the forces of the Ancient Gods, they will never take the initiative to break the contract. The only ones who can break the contract are members of the Doomsday Party.
I think one of the members must have fallen into a trap...Why do you look so ugly?"
Guy Moran's face turned blue and white, and he was speechless. After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "Professor... today... is the day for the smokers and others to take action..."
"You are assassinating Duke Chevalier today?!"
James Morea's expression suddenly changed: "No! Didn't I ask you to come to the scene and take command personally? Why are you still here?!"
"I...I see it's raining so heavily outside...the women's union only has a few helpless women...so..."
"Are you going to destroy the Doomsday Party?!"
Unable to bear it any longer, James Morea roared loudly. He never expected that his former right-hand man would turn out to be as unwilling to make progress as he is today!
When Guy Moran just retired, he was not only decisive but also resolute, and very easy to use, so James Morea kept him and gradually cultivated him to where he is today.
But so much time has passed...
Guy Moran has been completely eroded by the materialistic life in London!
Guy Moran, who realized that he had caused a big disaster, turned pale as a sheet and was shaking non-stop. He was afraid that James Morea would abandon him, that the Doomsday Party would punish him, and that he would lose everything he had now...
"It's useless to say this now..."
James Morea sat back in his chair, his head turning rapidly: "If the problem lies in London, it proves that Duke Chevalier is an ancient god. If we assassinate her, it is equivalent to actively breaking the contract, which leads to the invalidation of the contract...
How could Duke Chevali be an ancient god? His Majesty watched her grow up! She has lived in London since she was a child! Apart from her parents, His Majesty is the person who knows her best!"
"Ah..."
A woman's sarcastic chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, and he smelled a hint of perfume on the tip of his nose. James Morea slowly turned around and found a charming and beautiful woman sitting behind the round table in the corner. The other person was sitting there quietly.
, it seems like it’s been a long time.
Freya de Chevalier!
His pupils shrank, James Morea held his breath, grabbed the cane on the table, and stood up.
Guy Morin opened his mouth and was about to shout when Freya suddenly flicked her finger and a black ball shot into his throat. Guy Morin clutched his throat and fell to his knees, his face turned red and he couldn't stand it at all.
can not breath.
James Morea didn't dare to look away at all. He could only glance at Guy Moran with his peripheral vision. But at this moment of absence, Freya had disappeared. When she reappeared, she had already arrived at James Morea's side.
behind.
Also disappearing with Freya was the cane held by James Morea.
"Not bad..."
Freya looked at the cane, her eyes glowing red, as if she had penetrated the secrets inside the cane: "The Doomsday Party still has some good things... It's a pity that you use them."
After losing his weapon, James Morea shed a few drops of cold sweat and asked with cold eyes: "Breaking the contract is a misunderstanding. The Doomsday Party has no intention of provoking you..."
"Shh..."
The cane reached out from behind and pressed against James Morea's chin from bottom to top. His hot breath hit his neck, and a charming voice came:
"Tell me, James Morea, are you... afraid of death?"
"die?"
When asked about death, James Morea's eyes were in a trance, as if he was remembering something, and he stood there in a daze.
After a few seconds, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. He lowered his head and saw Guy Moran, his face blue and purple, about to suffocate to death.
"I'm not afraid of death, but if you refuse to save him, I'm afraid there will be no chance to ask him this question." James Morea said.
Freya hooked her fingers, and the unknown object blocking Guy Moran's trachea flew out, turning into a burst of mist in the air and dissipating.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Guy Moran held his body up, as if he was trying to cough out his lungs, gasping for air, unable to speak a word.
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Seeing that Freya didn't take action, James Morea answered again, this time more calmly and relieved than last time: "I am not afraid of death. My heart has died long ago. That night...
"
"You are very honest." Freya nodded: "I don't see the fear of death in your eyes."
"I will not sacrifice my soul to the ancient gods." James Morea said: "I have done too many evil things in my life and killed many people, but I have no regrets because of everything I have done.
, it’s all for mankind, even if I have to do it again, I will make the same choice.”
"How did you say that?"
Freya sat down, thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "I remembered it! Paimon told me that when humans are dying, they will realize that everything is nothing, and they will cry for mercy in an attempt to escape the judgment of death.
.”
"And for those who are not afraid of death, they seek fame, a good name that will last forever!"
"You don't need to be proud of yourself, Professor Morea, I know very well who you are, Lucy Bradley, right? Your lifelong lover... Unfortunately, she finally chose
It’s not you.”
His cheeks twitched slightly, James Morea clenched his fists, and there was a little anger in his tone: "Why did you mention her?"
"Did you know? The bastard she had with that man is still alive." Freya said with a smile: "Blonde, blue eyes, tall and handsome, married, and gave birth to a daughter...she looks like
Lucy Bradley is exactly the same, also named Lucy. As long as you say a word, I will help you kill the couple and bring the baby back to you for free."
"What I love is not Lucy's skin."
"Souls are much easier to get than skins. Please, it's too difficult to make identical skins. On the contrary, it's easy to recall the souls wandering in the land of death." Freya smiled and said: "Why do you insist? It's really for the sake of mankind.
?Humanity will not perish, at least not now, and your efforts cannot change the trajectory of history. Take a closer look, how many people treat you as an enemy? For example, Sherlock Holmes? He wants to catch you too much."
"When you use Sherlock Holmes as a metaphor for human beings, are you exalting him too much?" James Morea relaxed, sat across from Freya, and said quietly: "Holmes is enjoying the fun of solving crimes. He wants to catch me.
It proves that he recognizes my strength. This is due to his character and has nothing to do with humans."
Freya didn't want to get entangled with James Morea on this topic, so she changed the subject and said, "So you will never sign a contract with us, right? Even if we can help you resurrect Lucy Bradley?"
"She is dead, dead in my heart." James Morea's old face is full of wrinkles, and when he is sad, the wrinkles become deeper, crowded together like the ravines of mountains: "Nothing is more beautiful than memories,
Letting her be reborn will destroy the last beauty in my heart. It's good now."
"You don't hate the man who deceived him, do you? The gangster who deceived her with sweet words."
"I hate him more than anyone else...I want him to die!" James Morea was emotional and his breathing became heavy: "Lucy asked me to let him go before she died. After so many years,
, whenever I think of this matter, I will feel murderous, but I still hold back, because this is Lucy's last wish. She said it to me in a pleading tone. In this life, she has only used it on me twice.
The tone of pleading was once when I found them, put the muzzle of the gun to the man's head, and forced him to kneel down, and the other time was when she was dying."
Having said this, James Morea took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, took out one and lit it, squinted his eyes and said: "When Lucy begged me, I realized that she had changed, and she was no longer the one I loved.
That Lucy is just a skin, her soul has already undergone a qualitative change, and my Lucy will remain in that summer forever."
"As much as I would like to say this is a touching story,..."
Freya tilted her head and asked doubtfully: "Weren't you the one who killed Lucy with your own hands? Why are you so sad?"
"She was seriously ill. When she was dying, I killed her because I didn't allow anyone or any existence to take her away from me!" James Morea's cheeks twisted and he shouted: "Even if it's a disease.
No way! If she wants to die, she should die in my hands!"
"You have the potential to be a devil." Freya clapped her hands.
"You know too many things. You even know that I killed her with my own hands."
After taking a puff of his cigarette, James Morea felt scared: "Did you also plan this incident?"
"Who knows?"
Freya said ambiguously: "If I say it's not you, you won't believe it, because you already think it's us."
"Is not it?"
"Yes, of course." Freya smiled narrowly and said, "You were fooled, and you were fooled around by us, like a wild dog...Are you satisfied with this?"
James Morea nodded and put out the half-smoked cigarette: "It's time for me to go see Lucy... Go ahead and give me a good time!"
"Your life is not over yet."
Freya said in a cold tone: "I am not the one who killed you, including the Colonel Moran who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead."
"You won't kill me?"
Freya shook her head: "No killing."
"Then what is the purpose of your coming here?" James Morea was puzzled: "In this weather, you can't come to the club just to chat with me."
"I'm here to make a verbal agreement with you."
Freya said: "After the contract expires, I can already take action against your doomsday party, but the order I received is to spare your lives, but in this way, you can easily find out my identity.
If my identity is leaked to the church, I will no longer be able to use it, and I will be very troubled..."
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"The price is not to kill us?"
"The price is that I will not reveal the identity of your Doomsday Party members to the church." Freya said: "It is the master's order not to kill you. I will not use the master's order as a bargaining chip in negotiations, but I can report you to the church.
If you treat me like this."
James Morea understood what Freya meant.
In London, the church does not allow any major force that can pose a threat to exist - except the royal government.
Freya's identity has been exposed. If the Doomsday Party reports to the church, the church will definitely get rid of Freya. Even if it doesn't get rid of her, it will make her lose her current identity.
On the contrary, Freya can also report the Doomsday Party to the church, and the church will also eradicate it.
In this case, it is obviously not a good idea to fight to the death. James Morea believes that since the ancient god forces intend to let them go, it is unconditional, so it is better to agree.
In the end, it will be of no benefit to everyone.
Even if you want to report, you should choose a good time, not now when it is extremely unfavorable to the Doomsday Party...
"Okay, I agree to your terms."
James Morea said: "The Doomsday Party is not going to report your existence to the church, and in the same way, you can't do that...I mean, you can't report us, the Doomsday Party, to the church."
"The contract is established."
Freya smiled slightly, and her body melted into the ground like mercury melting, disappearing.
"Teach...Professor..."
Guy Moran stood up tremblingly, looked at the seat where Freya had disappeared with fear, and asked: "Are we still going to move?"
"No need, it seems that the ancient gods have no intention of attacking us in the near future. They want to raise us up and hand us over to others like animals to be slaughtered..."
James Morea said quietly: "But there will always be black goats in the sheepfold. As long as you jump out of the fence, you can break free from the shackles of fate... Inform Mr. Butler and ask him to restart research immediately and develop it as quickly as possible.