Demon Sage

“Lord Rastolle, what are we going to do with him next? Donald Grant is just a puppet, but he also represents a demon.”

Donald inside the door is holding a glass of wine Looking around, Ogoff tried to seek Rastolle’s opinion outside the door.

“Just a puppet…that lord will come without warning, Mr. Grant is a member of our church, is and will be, as long as he can still communicate with that one , we respect him, I want to choose him as a puppet, probably because of Mr. Grant’s personal particularity… In the next few days, I will appoint you as his contact, what do you think? “

Rastolle’s attitude is obvious, as long as Donald survives as the puppet when the demon comes, he will maintain a certain respect, after all, the existence of the demon itself is a very important resource for them.

The person who is connected with the organization needs a large number of sacrifices every time he comes, and it’s nothing more than ordinary dead things. The recent requirements have become more and more excessive. In comparison, the person in front of him seems to be easy to talk. Not a lot.

Who wants the boss above to be an existence that only knows how to eat, drink, and get nothing in return?

“I’ve always listened to you, but Mr. Rastolle, I would like you to reconsider granting me the innate talent, I’ve been with the organization for a few years now and feel more and more physically overwhelmed.. ….if I can become a favored one, I’ll have more energy to devote to serving the organization.”

Ogoff leans forward, bows his head, and doesn’t look at Rastolle, perhaps It’s not something a subordinate should do, but he’s been waiting for too long. There have been many scrolls, recipes, and secret medicines in his hands over the years, but because he has no innate talent, he can only watch.

He’s almost forty years old.

If it goes on like this, when will he be able to become a favored one?

“Mr. Ogoff, there will be a chance. During this time, I have asked the other members to look around for the formula ceremony that is suitable for you. Give me a little time, okay?”

Old man His tone was gentle, his left hand was holding a cane inlaid with emeralds, and his right hand was resting on Ogoff’s shoulders.

How can you be equal to me?

“Thank you very much for your help.”

What more can I say?

Just keep waiting.

“The person in Donald’s body…other people in the organization should not know this news. After all, that person’s energy is limited. If the other people know about it, everyone will inevitably It will be unpleasant, stable, and united. This is the atmosphere that an organization should have, right? You know, I know, there is no third person.”

There is an asymmetry between supply and demand. Obviously, the supply is far less than the demand. In this case, try to avoid other people in need from knowing about it.

“I understand, please rest assured.”

Donald Grant at this moment is a treasure to them. I can’t say much about the lost slate and other rubbings collected in this way, but there are still five or six copies.

“That’s good, although I really want to stay here, but I do have something to deal with, someone will deliver it in a few days, you hand it over to Mr. Donald Grant, and then deliver it yourself. He leaves, can he do it?”

“Of course, have I ever disappointed you?”

Keep sending him to the door, bowing to watch him board the carriage Leaving, in the past few years, Ogoff did not know how many times he had seen the same picture.

“Unconsciously, it’s been 3 years.”

Looking back at the glass window behind him, what was reflected was a man with sunken eyes, a brown complexion, and a pinch of chin. The man with the stubble, the clothes on his body fit very well. From the perspective of tailoring skills, it is obviously custom-made, with a rich atmosphere.

But is this really what he wants? For three years, he didn’t know how much filth his hands had been stained with, but the hands of the one who just left were clean.

Donald · Grant is the puppet of the demon, what about himself?

When one day I no longer have agile skills and precise Spear Art, will my existence become an eyesore?

Looking down at his right hand with thick knuckles, he slowly clenched it, and the clicking sound caused by the friction of the knuckles was clearly audible.

“Boss, do you need me to speak to the coal stove so that they don’t have to wait?”

The person who threatened Donald with a knife before noticed that his boss was a little emotional Something wasn’t right, so I nervously stepped forward to ask, but there were still people watching over the coal stove, so I had to let me know.

“Well, please take off the hat I put on the carriage first, I have to go out later.”

nodded, his eyes stayed on his confidant. , how long has he been with him?

It seems to be about a year and a half.

“Okay.”

Go to the street to open the side door, step into the back of the carriage, look around, but can’t find Ogoff’s hat.

Just as he was about to turn his head, two hands were placed on his neck, and he suddenly exerted his strength, making a sound of dislocation of the bones.

youngster took his last breath before he could speak, and his eyes widened after he died. He couldn’t figure out why the boss wanted to kill him!

Curling people’s legs into the two rows of seats in the carriage, Rastolle said that apart from Donald Grant himself, only the two of them knew about it.

So the person in front of him became the superfluous person.

“Mr. Gerner, I’m sorry to kill you.”

Closing the door, Ogoff said sorry, but his eyes didn’t waver.

Ogoff thinks Rastolle is a cold and ruthless person, so what’s the point of Ogoff?

In the end, everyone is doing it for their own selfish interests!

Preparing to trade items takes time. After all, the cult is not a sect, and the acquisition of resources needs to be reported. On the premise of not letting others know of Donald’s existence, it is necessary to cover up the whereabouts.

Back to the cellar, Ogoff also delivers Donald to the door.

“Mr Grant, please come to the location listed above at 9:00 pm in 3 days, there will be a small newsstand, show your voucher to the people who will take you to the hidden The place to complete the transaction.”

As low as possible, Ogoff handed the slip of paper and a piece of copper in both hands.

“Ogoff…you’re just an ordinary person, right?”

Arriving at the door, Donald looked down at Ogoff, who was handing the piece of paper.

“Yes, I haven’t accepted the qualifications for Divine-Blessed.”

Ogoff’s head was raised, but it was actually lower. He was used to it. in this way.

“Who said that, Rastolle? Don’t forget, I’m God!”

Leave a sentence flutteringly, Donald put on a silk top hat, held up an umbrella, and strode into the rain.