Real Name God

Chapter 117: Hot

　　 "This, what's going on?"

　　 Crowley was taken aback.

He recognized that the newspaper in his hand was the "Owl Daily", which was quite influential in the extraordinary world of Greenwich and the entire Kingdom of Albion. It was mainly aimed at groups of extraordinary forces and occultists in various regions, with high efficiency and accuracy. Sexually famous. The above content is generally not aimless, but...

　　 How could this news spread so quickly?

　　 And, because of the defeat of the teacher, the Golden Liming showed a tendency to split? is this real? Although he knows that there has always been a tradition of forming gangs and fighting against each other within the association. "Golden Dawn" was originally established by the three founders. The members are "acquaintance invitation system". It is understandable that there are differences between small groups, but so far, the scale of this kind of competition has remained common in the "industry" of magic associations. Degree, why suddenly...

　　 Crowley smelled conspiracy and chaos. He couldn't help raising his head and looking at each other.

　　 The old man has only a tattered robe on him, and he looks more like a homeless man or a beggar than his embarrassed self; but if you look carefully, you will find that he is clearly in the wilderness, and there is no dust on his clothes.

　　 The old man’s beard and hair are messy. Both the hair and the beard grow very thick. His eyes and mouth are narrowed together, almost hidden by the dark yellow hair.

　　 The death worm did want to eat Crowley. For it, the humans passing by here are rare and fresh; but...

　　 "It seems that after so many years, my students still haven't made much progress."

　　 The old man's footsteps were vain, and he staggered to the stagnant monster. He touched the outer skin of the giant worm with one finger, and the dark red mouth cavity that was wriggling on the other end dimmed in an instant. The giant worm fell limp as if it had been petrified, and lost its signs of life.

　　 Crowley stabilized his mind and saluted the "hanged man" respectfully

　　 As for the students that the other party said, Laurie would naturally not think that he was talking about himself-even though he was serving the other party's daily life with all his heart during this time, and he was not much different from the students or servants.

　　 I am afraid it is the legendary wizard who transformed this death worm... Iliktra Evelyn in Steppenwolf turned out to be his former student. Crowley silently took this information to heart.

　　 "Mr. Howard, thank you for your help."

　　 The other party didn't like the title of "The Hanged Man", and Crowley knew how to never mention it in front of him.

　　 "Alester, where is your teacher?"

　　 The old man ignored his thanks and went straight to the subject.

　　 "...Sorry, I don't know."

　　 Crowley shook his head. Of course, this is a lie—he asked tentatively.

　　 "May I have something to do? I can convey it to you."

　　 "I naturally want to thank him."

　　 Mr. Howard yawned and sat down directly, leaning on the giant worm's corpse that had gradually become cold and stiff after death.

　　 "After all, he dug me out of the ‘underground grave’. But after I woke up, I never had time to meet him. Don’t you think it’s a pity?"

　　 Crowley did not answer immediately.

　　 Teacher would never want to meet an outsider—unless he is interested. And the Howard in front of him is described by the teacher as "a boring guy"; therefore, the two are just using each other, and the foundation of cooperation is quite weak.

　　 However, the existence of the "hanged man" involves an important plan prepared by the teacher and even the decision-makers of the Inverse Cross for a long time, so McQueen Mathers will send his students to him to inquire about information...

　　 For the time being, whether this blatant probing behavior is useful or not, Crowley, who can be called a "hostage" in a sense, has to live in fear every day and night. It has been a year now. Although I have suffered a lot of crimes, I gradually got used to it.

　　 "The news that your teacher was defeated by Rasputin has spread throughout the occult world of Greenwich."

　　 "...how on earth is this revealed?"

　　 The old man smiled, even slightly replied:

　　——"Of course I said it."

　　 made no secret of his malicious answer, making Crowley choke immediately, knowing how to answer.

　　 "In this way, the famous Novih Rasputin, who was once unknown to outsiders, will soon spread throughout most of the wizarding world and become a "hot" figure..."

　　 "According to my estimation, most of the associations and sects on both sides of the North Sea of the main mainland probably already know this name; it is only a matter of time before the people of the Holy See are recorded on the thorns list."

　　 Mr. Howard continued.

　　 "However, although I had expected that your arrogant and arrogant teacher would suffer from Rasputin's hands, I didn't expect him to lose so badly..."

　　——"Could it be that he has become weak recently?"

　　 The other party's words seem to have deep meaning. Crowley's forehead couldn't stop oozing cold sweat, his palms were cold, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"You should be grateful that your teacher did not continue to be attached to you." The old man grinned, showing a smile that was absolutely unkind. "Otherwise, even I would like to try it. I can step on the famous' Preacher's high position, but a rare opportunity, I didn't expect this honor to be taken away by the man who never showed his face."

　　 Crowley continued to remain silent.

　　What else can he say, or what else would he dare to say? He only hoped that his ears were deaf, and he had not heard a word just now.

　　 Now he is indeed as Mr. Howard said, and he is beginning to be grateful that the teacher's consciousness is not in him-otherwise, such a straightforward mockery would definitely anger McQueen Mathers.

　　I don’t care if I can kill the opponent. According to the teacher’s personality, even if the result is to pull the body of his student to pay for his life, I’m afraid he will choose to make a bold move.

　　 Crowley sighed.

　　 The young man realized that even though he had only lost consciousness for a very short period of time, the departure of the teacher did shake his image in his mind.

　　 "If my question is impolite, please forgive me... I want to know, why are you doing this?"

　　 "Don't you understand?"

　　 Mr. Howard glanced at him.

　　 "Your kid is still very clever, don't hide it from me, I know you have guessed the answer. Compared to your teacher, I naturally trust the partner I choose."

　　 Crowley blinked.

it is as expected. His teacher had long suspected the identity of the "partner" among the upside down population, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com is the chief priest who symbolizes the wheel of fortune in the reverse cross. But in the past, he certainly couldn't guess that it was Noveh Rasputin who defeated the teacher...

　　 Did that adult also betray the magic tower?

　　 But why did the Hanged Man say it in front of him? It is impossible for the other party to not know that he has been in contact with the teacher. Don’t you be afraid of being exposed?

　　 And, what is the purpose of Howard's campaign for Rasputin? According to the old man's personality, he would not do things that were really useless to him, even if the other party was his companion.

　　 The reason why he “kindly” spreads his reputation to others may be to make Rasputin attract attention on the table, while he is secretly achieving other goals...

　　 "Are you coming over? I mean—come here."

"......what?"

　　 Thinking Crowley raised his head and looked at him in amazement.

　　 "Don't worry, your teacher can't'see' what's happening here."

　　 The old man smiled and comforted.

　　......

　　 I don't know when, the dim night has completely covered the wilderness. The world was drowsy, and only the lonely wind remained.

　　 Howard took a step towards the dust of the sky.

"not enough."

　　 He spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself, and as if speaking to the young man beside him.

　　 "Not enough, the number of audiences and actors is far from enough. It's not just you, not me, not only him, but more people..."

　　In the dim sandstorm, only the old man’s pupils were shining and shining like candlelight.