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Chapter 186 Evil God

Chapter 186: Evil God

After returning home, Klein didn't feel sleepy, so he climbed up to Sefirah Castle, ready to take another look at the lady who chanted his honorable name.

Klein sat leisurely in a high-back chair, looking at the glowing crimson star.

The young lady should be asleep by now, but I should be able to bring her to Sefirah Castle under such circumstances... Klein thought to himself... My sister once said that many functions of Sefirah Castle are very similar to those of the Kingdom of God...

Just wonder if this lady is the one who may be connected to Abraham's family…

Klein sketched out the appearance of a citrine pendulum in his mind. As the pendulum gradually took shape in his mind, a citrine pendulum also appeared on the long table in front of him.

He stretched out his right hand, picked up the pendulum on the table and held it in the air. After waiting for a few seconds until the pendulum stopped swinging, he began to recite in his heart:

"The lady who recited my name tonight is related to the family of Abraham."

"The lady who recited my name this evening is related to the family of Abraham."

…

"The lady who recited my name this evening is related to the family of Abraham."

Klein stared at the pendulum in the air. In his sight, the pendulum was spinning clockwise at a very small amplitude.

It's related, but the relationship is so small that it can be ignored... Klein frowned. This was a little different from what he expected.

Klein clasped his hands together and placed them on the long bronze table, wondering whether he should bring the lady to Sefirah Castle.

Let's observe for a while. This lady was recommended by Miss Justice. If she fails to create enough value without providing enough confidentiality among the members, it will be very disadvantageous to Klein.

Klein stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the star, he felt his spirituality gushing out at a terrifying speed, causing the entire Source Castle to tremble slightly.

After he lost half of his spiritual power, everything returned to calm, and a blurry and distorted figure emerged at the edge of the bronze table.

Xio opened his eyes sleepily and saw the endless gray fog, an old high-backed chair, and a dark shadow looking down at him.

Sleepiness quickly fled Xio's body. Her face turned pale and her lips trembled twice, as if she had lost her voice and could not utter any words.

Xio's mind was blank, as if it had lost the ability to function, but her instinct for survival allowed her to quickly regain her senses and she lowered her head at an extremely fast speed.

Do not look directly at God!

Now Xio felt regretful. The honorific name she recited actually attracted the attention of an unknown being!

Regardless of whether the other party was a real god, Xio kept his head down, showing sufficient humility.

"Don't be nervous."

A deep voice came from above. Xio's fingers tightly grasped the clothes, and the trembling fingers made wrinkles on the fabric.

Klein tapped his brows twice, opened his spiritual vision and looked at Xiou. Xiou's astral body was mainly dark in color, which occupied most of the territory, indicating that she was in an extremely negative emotion. However, there was also some blue mixed in the dark color. Blue represents calmness and thinking. In other words, this lady still maintained some calmness and thinking under extremely negative emotions.

"Great sir," Xio suppressed the fear in his heart, clenched his pajamas tightly with his fingers, and asked in a steady voice, "Excuse me, may I know why I am here?"

Quinn weighed his words in his mind, trying his best not to anger the other party.

Klein chuckled and said, "It was you who recited my honorable name."

really...

Xio was filled with despair, and lowered his head again, and said in a more humble tone: "It was just an accident, I didn't disturb your thoughts..."

After saying that, Xio's eyes quietly lifted up, and his sight gradually climbed up and finally stopped at the long bronze table in front of Klein.

"Don't be afraid. I'm just a fool who likes equal exchange." Klein tapped the armrest and said to the short lady, "You may be able to trade what you need from me."

Not afraid? It would be strange if I wasn't afraid!

Isn't this the standard evil god?

Xio was screaming madly in her heart, but her face remained calm. Only the slight twitch on her face revealed her true thoughts to Klein.

Trade, what do you want to trade? My soul? Or my body?

Xio thought sadly.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I don't need anything." Xio didn't dare to agree to this so-called deal. The stories she had heard since childhood had already shown her the bloody consequences of trading with the evil god, making it impossible for her to have any hope.

"Yeah."

Xio heard the unknown being speak in a nonchalant manner. She did not dare to look up at Him and could only analyze His intentions based on His tone.

Suddenly, Xio felt a trance before her eyes, her body trembled violently, and she immediately sat up in bed.

Huh?

Xio stared blankly at the familiar environment in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long time, she seemed to react. She slowly raised her hand, touched her arms, cheeks, abdomen and back, then lifted the quilt and took a look at her legs.

All four limbs are there, without any deformation or strange growth. There are two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth. Everything is good, and the face is normal.

After confirming that he was fine, Xio heaved a sigh of relief and hit his head in annoyance.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

I should have sneaked into the mass hall of St. Selina's Church and slept there! It's still too late to go there now...

etc!

That evil god can't still be watching me!

The thought flashed through his mind, and in an instant, Xio felt a sense of fear that made his hair stand on end. He always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness, and the fear of being watched was everywhere.

A drop of cold sweat slid down from my hair and flowed across my eyelashes, bringing a slight itch.

Xio slowly turned his head and looked at Fors who was sleeping beside him. He felt regretful that he should not have agreed to Fors' suggestion to sleep together. It would be terrible if Fors also entered the evil god's sight.

In those stories about evil gods, there are also companions who were implicated and killed by the stupid protagonists.

And now I am the stupid protagonist...Xiu thought inwardly with some self-blame.

She reached out and pulled the quilt, then slowly slid down and lay back on the bed but she was not sleepy at all.

Because of the fear of possible gazes, Xio did not dare to go to St. Selina Church. He could only lie back on the bed, close his eyes and pretend to sleep, but in fact he was thinking of a solution in his mind.

Tell the official Beyonder?

She hadn't done anything criminal, and even if she revealed her identity as a wild Beyonder, her life wouldn't be in danger. But if she did, it would probably cause the official Beyonder to be suspicious of Fors.

And if the evil god was paying attention to her, he would definitely be able to detect her intention and stop it. But if he was not paying attention to her, then Xio's behavior could be said to be delivering food to the door and delivering performance to the night watchmen.

Seeking asylum?

The only High-Sequence Expert that Xio knew was Ruirui, and she wasn't even familiar with her. Besides, she didn't think a demigod had a chance of winning against an unknown being.

After thinking it over, there seemed to be no useful method. In the face of absolute power, all her little tricks seemed extremely ridiculous.

A Sequence Nine was targeted by an evil god, and it seemed that his fate was already sealed.

Xio turned over, feeling the breath of Fors beside him, and felt despair in his heart.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 187 Meursault

Chapter 187 Meursault

After sending Hugh back, Klein did not rush to leave Sefirah Castle. Instead, he used the Sefirah Castle's perspective to observe for a while and confirmed that Hugh did not dare to tell the official Sefirah Castle because of his identity as a wild Beyonder. Only then did he leave Sefirah Castle.

However, just in case, he still needed to contact the lady as an official Beyonder.

As he thought about it, Klein lay back, his spirituality wrapped around his body, simulating the feeling of falling. He left Sefirah Castle and returned to his beloved bed until he was awakened by a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was so loud that it seemed as if it was going to tear Klein's door down.

He opened his eyes drowsily and glanced out the window. The crimson moon was still hanging in the sky. Although it was showing signs of setting, it still dominated the sky.

Who is it?

It's the middle of the night... You'll get complained for being so loud...

In the dim moonlight, Klein glanced at the clock—it was a little after four-twenty, and he immediately became even more dissatisfied.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocks on the door came one after another, like a never-ending wave. The sound became more and more urgent, indicating the limit of the patience of the person outside the door.

wrong!

Why are you in such a hurry?

Klein slowly regained consciousness and frowned, noticing something unusual.

Not many people knew "Sherlock Moriarty", and when the client had urgent matters, he would not give priority to a private detective like him who had no reputation and had just arrived in Backlund. The only person he could think of who would be so anxious to find him now was Ian. However, Ian did not seem like someone who would treat his door like this, and he came to him at this time. Klein was very worried that Ian was trying to drag him into trouble.

Klein put on his coat and walked quickly towards the door. At the same time, he cautiously reached for the tarot cards in his pocket, pulled out a card at random, and held it between two fingers, ready to throw it out at any time.

He opened the door a little and saw the person coming through the gap.

It wasn't Ian, but a man from the plateau with dark skin and deep eye sockets.

According to the results of his spiritual communication, the man was called Meursault, the "executioner" of the Zimanger party, and a leader of high status.

"You are Sherlock Moriarty."

Although it is a question, the tone is extremely affirmative.

Before Klein could answer, Meursault continued, "I want you to find someone."

This gentleman seemed to have no idea what "low-key" meant. Whether knocking on the door or talking loudly, Klein couldn't help but worry that it would attract nearby police and cause unnecessary trouble.

Of course, it is also possible that this is this gentleman's "low-key" mode, but this "low-key" is still very high-profile.

"The person I'm looking for is called Ian, Ian Wright. He has bright red eyes, is about fifteen or sixteen years old, likes to wear brown, old coats and round hats of the same color. I think you should know him."

As expected, Ian's matter was quite troublesome… Klein thought with a headache.

But Klein certainly couldn't sell Ian out, as this went against the professional ethics of a private detective. If others knew that "Sherlock Moriarty" had given his client's information to someone else, then his career as a private detective would be over.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

Meursault stared at Klein with no expression on his face, but perhaps because of his face, he always gave people a ferocious feeling.

The tall plateau man didn't say anything. He turned around and left without hesitation, which surprised Klein.

Are you trying to sneak attack me?

Klein was secretly alert and looked around.

On the second floor of No. 17 Minsk House, he saw a strange man's face hidden behind the curtains, looking at him cautiously.

That should be Mrs. Summer's husband... Klein guessed in his heart... As expected, Meursault still attracted the attention of the neighbors. I hope they won't call the police.

Klein retracted his gaze and confirmed that there was no one watching nearby except the landlord and his wife before returning to the room. But even so, he did not dare to let his guard down and go back to sleep. Meursault left so quickly that he always felt uneasy.

He turned on the light in the living room, rummaged around in the living room and bedroom, and found some old newspapers to pass the time.

The scarlet moon gradually dimmed its light, and the dazzling sun could not wait to rise into the sky.

The sunlight shines through the window and falls on the words.

Klein looked up from the newspaper, casually ate some bread and milk, and left No. 15 Minsk Street, taking a detour back home.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The first thing he saw when he entered the house was Eve and Ruirui having breakfast in the living room. He asked with a little surprise, "What's going on today?"

Eve moved her mouth twice, swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Tell me what's going on first, and then I'll decide if I have anything to do today."

"I just saw that you got up early," Klein muttered softly, and then added in his heart with a lack of confidence, "Although there is indeed something going on."

Eve turned her head and pointed one ear at Klein, looking as if she was listening attentively.

"At around four in the morning, Meursault, the executioner of the Zmanger Party, knocked on the door of No. 15 Minsk Street," Klein paused, organizing his words and continued, "He wanted me to provide information about Ian, but I refused."

"Then he left. Meursault left so abruptly that it always made me feel something was wrong."

"So…" Eve raised her eyebrows and spoke in a long voice, motioning for Klein to continue. But her knowing expression clearly showed that she already knew what Klein was thinking.

"So, I hope you can stay at 15 Minsk Street as 'Sherlock Moriarty' while I'm at work." Klein didn't care and naturally took over Eve's words and continued, "I guess Meursault or other members of the Zmanger Party might come to me again, but I don't have time to stay at 15 Minsk Street for a long time. I'm worried that this might cause them to discover something unusual or implicate my neighbors. This will also be conducive to the long-term operation of the 'Sherlock Moriarty' identity."

It would be very suspicious if "Sherlock Moriarty" only appeared for a period of time every day in the afternoon.

"If there is a commission, you can just take it and I will complete it. You don't need to do anything. Just do it like at home, read a book or a newspaper." Klein knew clearly how lazy his sister was, so he continued to persuade Eve, trying to get her to agree.

"Hmm..." Eve hesitated for two seconds, then slowly stretched out a finger and tapped her chin, again and again, with a strange rhythm. "I've heard of the Zmanger Party."

"If it's just this matter, then I still have time."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 188 Blonde Lady

Chapter 188 Blond Lady

Eve stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Klein. Under his puzzled gaze, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Then the beautiful lady in front of her turned into a mature man.

He hummed twice, put one hand on his waist, stretched out two fingers with the other hand to make a scissors hand gesture, slowly passed in front of his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "How is it?"

Klein felt a chill and said with disgust, "Don't do such weird things with my vest."

If it was Eve's original appearance, she would definitely be a pleasing beautiful girl, with a bit of cuteness and cuteness, but "Sherlock Moriarty" is a mature man, and doing such an action would only make people feel strange.

It seems that I need to be promoted to Master of Puppetry soon... Klein then thought silently in his heart that if he could be promoted to Master of Puppetry, it would be much easier to handle the relationship between "Sherlock Moriarty" and "Klein Moretti", and he would not need to ask Eve for help.

However, he had been receiving training in the church recently, so Klein had fewer opportunities to act than before, and his progress in digesting the potion was also much slower.

Eve groaned softly, put down her hand, and said, "I can't stand this. How can I play the role of 'Faceless Man' in the future?"

"This has nothing to do with playing the Faceless Man," Klein retorted. Without giving Eve a chance to argue, he immediately added, "I have to go to work."

Eve opened her mouth, and the sophistry that she hadn't said yet turned around on the tip of her tongue before being swallowed back into her stomach, losing the chance to kill everyone.

"Then I'll go to work too," Eve said, "Now, I'm Detective Moriarty."

"Well, Mr. Moriarty," Klein tightened his cane and said, "I wish you a pleasant experience."

Klein changed his clothes, and the two said goodbye to each other before leaving. He left first, and before leaving, he checked the mailbox. There were still no letters from Benson and Melissa. Only a few morning newspapers ordered by Eve were quietly lying in the mailbox.

Klein let out a breath. Even though he had expected this to happen, he still felt disappointed every time he saw it.

What am I thinking about...

Klein shook his head in self-mockery and closed the mailbox.

Five minutes after Klein left, Eve, who had finished her breakfast, also walked out of 18 Minsk Street. Ruirui lay quietly in his arms, looking unusually well-behaved.

Eve opened the mailbox with one hand, took out the morning paper, and walked a short distance to No. 15 Minsk Street.

When you open the door, you see a neat and simple living room. The owner of the house has not made any modifications to it, and everything is still the same as when the original owner left.

Eve glanced at him casually and then looked away. Holding the newspaper in her left hand, she lowered her head and touched Ruirui's head with her right hand, saying, "Don't run around today. Stay here with me."

"Meow~"

Ruirui lowered her head, trying to avoid Eve's touch, and seemed to be resisting. She meowed softly, but did not indicate whether she agreed.

Eve pressed down her hand and ruffled Rarity's neatly combed hair. Then, ignoring her slightly threatening growl, she carried Rarity to the armchair in the living room, picked up the newspaper on the table with two fingers, lay down on the armchair, and placed the black cat on her abdomen.

The little black cat quickly curled up into a ball after its limbs stepped on Eve's soft belly, with its tail pressed against its body and its head slightly raised. It licked its front paws and used them to comb its messed up hair. There was a hint of resentment in its eyes, and it glanced at Eve from time to time.

Eve chuckled and covered Ruirui with today's morning paper and the newspaper on the table. The large newspaper immediately submerged the black cat, leaving only a pair of triangular ears exposed.

Ruirui didn't resist. There weren't many newspapers, so it wasn't heavy at all. She liked the dark environment created by the newspapers. She shook her ears, shrank inwards, rolled herself into a ball, and hid in the newspaper "blanket".

Eve picked up the topmost newspaper and shook it, and saw a conspicuous dark red circle. The girl looked at the content circled by the dark red circle, "A new type of transportation, continued investment, details to be negotiated..."

Hmm... Zhou Mingrui wants to invest in this means of transportation?

She had seen this advertisement, which was in yesterday's newspaper. Klein still had it and marked it. His intention was quite obvious.

Is Zhou Mingrui short of money?

Eve thought about the bounties Zhou Mingrui had received during this period. He didn't look like he was short of money, but he didn't delve into this issue. Maybe he just wanted to expand his own coffers. After all, no one would dislike having too much money.

Eve stopped thinking about it and put the newspaper back into the pile. She picked up a few newspapers from Klein's desk and found that they were all old newspapers from yesterday. She lost interest and found the morning paper she had brought from the pile and started reading.

…

As soon as Klein arrived at St. Samuel's Church in the northern district of Backlund,

he saw a short blond lady sitting in the church praying.

Blonde hair was not uncommon in Backlund, but the frizzy blonde hair and short stature reminded Klein of the lady he had dragged to Sefirah Castle at night.

Although obscured by the gray fog, the young lady's features were very clear.

They are both sitting, but this lady seems to be taller than the blonde, but the possibility of her being in disguise cannot be ruled out.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

According to Klein's thoughts, she would definitely find a way to save herself after coming into contact with him, and due to her identity as a wild Beyonder, she could not directly ask for help from the official Beyonders.

But if Klein revealed the danger to the lady, perhaps she would report it directly to the authorities, which was definitely something Klein did not want to see. He did not want to be exposed to the authorities.

Hmm...try contacting her as Red Gloves. It's best not to contact her as The Fool within a week, so as not to irritate her...

Klein retracted his gaze and walked past the blonde lady as if nothing had happened before entering the church.

As he passed by the lady, Klein kept his eyes downcast and observed her quietly.

The moment Klein passed by, the lady raised her head slightly. Because she lowered her head, Klein could not observe her expression, but he could sense a vague gaze passing over his hand like a feather.

Is she looking at the red gloves?

The iconic costume of "Red Gloves" may really be the lady from last night.

Before Klein could think about it, the sight quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 189 Illusion

Chapter 189 Illusion

In Backlund, blue sky and white clouds seemed to be a luxury, and the gray air enveloped this "city of all cities". A few rays of orange-red sunset light struggled to escape from the edge of the clouds but were firmly blocked by the gray fog, and had no chance to meet the people of Backlund.

Eve raised her hand and stretched. After taking a nap during the day, she didn't feel like sleeping at night. She just lay on the recliner for a while, muttering to herself, "I feel like I'm going to die from lying there."

"Then don't lie down." Rarity jumped onto the table, her tail brushing the newspaper lightly, curving inwards to wrap around her feet.

Eve turned around and looked deeply at Ruirui with her sea-blue eyes. After a few seconds, she pulled up the blanket that had slipped off, turned over with her back to Ruirui, and said faintly, "Just let me get rid of it."

Ruirui's heart choked, she bent her hind legs and jumped hard, landing steadily on the recliner and standing behind Eve. She placed her two front paws on Eve's arms, stood up straight, moved her center of gravity forward, and pressed hard with her front paws, "Get up."

Eve turned around, supported herself on the recliner with her left hand, and sat up, hugging Ruirui in her arms.

Whoosh——

There was a whistling sound as it broke through the air. The black-feathered arrow flashed with a cold light as it passed in front of Eve. In the sight of the man and the cat, it rushed straight to the full-length mirror next to the living room door and was firmly nailed to the mirror surface.

Click——

Cracks appeared from the small arrow, spreading to the surroundings, gradually covering the entire mirror. With the sound of the mirror breaking, a dark-skinned highland man rushed out and punched the full-length mirror. The cracked mirror could not bear the weight and let out a mournful cry, breaking under the heavy punch, and falling piece by piece.

Several pieces of glass shards pierced the back of the man's hand. Streaks of blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the ground along his fingers, but the man seemed not to feel it and turned around and punched the air.

The huge fist smashed into the air, and the sound of breaking through the air demonstrated its terrifying power, but this terrifying fist never landed on the enemy once.

Eve and Rarity sat on the recliners, watching Meursault punch, kick, and dodge as he fought a nonexistent enemy.

After looking for a while, Rarity lost interest and slowly looked up at Eve.

Eve also looked down at Ruirui, chuckled, reached out and patted her on the back, indicating that she should go and solve it.

Ruirui lowered her head and pulled out a bottle of orange-yellow potion from the silver medal. She pressed the bottle with her front paws and pulled out the cork with her teeth. She spat casually and threw the cork on the table. Then she held the bottle with her two front paws and drank the potion, then placed the remaining open empty bottle next to Eve.

Warrior potion can temporarily enhance the user's strength. The power enhanced by the warrior potion made by the demigod is enormous.

"Meow-"

Rarity jumped onto the table, crouched low, and swept her tail across the surface.

"Meow!"

A sharp cat cry was heard, and the black cat tensed its hind legs and kicked hard, leaping lightly in the air and crashing straight into the tall plateau man. It bit his collar, pressed his chest with its two front paws, and threw him to the ground with great force.

Feeling a sharp pain in his back, Meursault was immediately furious that he had accidentally fallen down during a fight. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, trying to get up quickly, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he seemed to be pressed down by something and couldn't leave the ground at all.

Meursault's rich combat experience allowed him to detect something unusual in an instant. He stared closely at "Sherlock Moriarty", observing his every move, looking for a chance to escape.

Suddenly, "Sherlock Moriarty" created ripples like a red moon in a lake and shattered into tiny bubbles. Not only that, the surrounding furniture that was destroyed by the battle also shattered. The whole room seemed to have turned into a lake. At this time, an unknown existence was throwing stones into the lake, breaking the reflection on the lake.

Everything disappeared and reconstructed in Meursault's eyes. After the ripples faded, he saw the intact room and Sherlock Moriarty sitting on a recliner, with a black cat standing on him, pressing him down. The only thing that did not change was the full-length mirror next to the living room door. His figure was reflected in the broken mirror, and cracks passed through him, cutting his reflection.

As if a pair of invisible hands suddenly grabbed his heart, Meursault's whole body stiffened, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead, his lips trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth for a long time before uttering a word, "...hallucination..."

A very powerful illusion.

He was completely unaware of the existence of the illusion. All the touches and scenes of the battle just now were extremely real.

In an instant, Meursault understood that the ambassador had seriously underestimated the other party's strength. This was not an ordinary person at all, but a very powerful extraordinary person. He had no ability to kill the other party.

Meursault clenched his fists and watched the other person walking towards him step by step. The sound of the approaching footsteps hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

Eve lowered her eyes to look at the plateau man on the ground and waved her hand to signal Ruirui to let him go.

After years of getting along and having tacit understanding, Ruirui could easily understand what Eve meant even without any language. She released her front legs that were pressing down on Meursault, kicked off with her hind legs, and jumped to the ground.

Meursault stared at the man in front of him, his body remaining in the same position.

Eve said nothing, but looked back at him with a smile.

After a long time, Meursault supported himself with one hand and stood up from the ground.

"Please sit down," Eve extended her right hand and made a "please" gesture, motioning Meursault to sit on the sofa, and asked, "Tea or coffee?"

Meursault couldn't understand the other party's purpose, but he still shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Neither."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He likes neither coffee nor black tea. In his opinion, these so-called decent drinks are not as good as wine and liquor.

Eve chuckled and said, "Maybe you want some wine." Then, He turned and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Klein didn't store much alcohol at 15 Minsk Street, but only a few bottles of red wine and beer as decoration to add some life. Eve took a look, took out a bottle of Southville beer, and placed it in front of Meursault.

Meursault was a little surprised and reached out to take the wine, but suddenly retracted his hand when he was about to touch it. He raised his eyes and glanced at Eve secretly. Seeing that she was still smiling politely, he retracted his gaze, hesitated for a few seconds, and reached out to take the wine.

After taking the wine, Meursault looked at the wine in the bottle silently. Eve ignored him and turned to make herself a cup of black tea. For a moment, the only sound in the air was the crisp sound of porcelain colliding when Eve made tea.

Eve took a sip of the black tea with a mellow tea aroma.

Meursault looked at the person sitting opposite him for a long time, then he grabbed the bottle and slammed it against the edge of the table. With a "bang", the bottle cap opened.

"Ton ton ton—"

Meursault grabbed the bottle with his right hand, tilted his head back, and said "thump thump thump" to the bottle mouth. The light yellow wine quickly disappeared in the bottle.

"Bang!"

As the last of the drink disappeared into the bottle, Meursault slammed the empty bottle down on the table with such force that it made a loud thump.

Eve put down her teacup, looked up at Meursault, and asked, "Who is the messenger?"

(End of this chapter)Chapter 190 Allegiance

Chapter 190 Allegiance

"Why, you want me to tell the truth after I get drunk?" Meursault sneered, "This little bit of wine is not enough."

"Who is the main messenger?" Eve asked again.

Meursault was silent for a moment.

"Intis's diplomatic ambassador, Beckran Jean Martin."

He replied in a flat tone.

"They're selling so fast…" Rui Rui paused while licking her front paws and couldn't help but complain, "We didn't say we'd let you go if you just confess."

Meursault was somewhat surprised that the cat spoke, but he did not react much, after all, it was the cat that had just pressed him to the ground.

Of course, if it weren't for that strange hallucination, he thought he wouldn't be defeated by a cat.

Meursault came back to his senses and looked at "Sherlock", sneered, and said disdainfully: "If you can kill him, you don't have to do it. I will go to the police station and commit suicide."

Eve stroked her chin, as if in deep thought.

Meursault saw Sherlock lowering his head and touching his chin, looking thoughtful, as if he was really considering the feasibility of this matter. His eyelids twitched, and he said, "Don't even think about it. No matter how powerful a Beyonder is, he doesn't have the ability to be an enemy of a country."

"Maybe if you reveal more information I can kill him quietly." Eve continued. She could see that Meursault's murderous intention towards the ambassador was not fake but not that strong. He was of the type that "death is best, but he can't do anything if he's alive."

"The ambassador is not an ordinary person," Meursault was silent for two seconds, then spoke faintly, with a somewhat unwilling tone, "He is very strong, and your strange illusion may not work on him."

"and..."

Meursault suddenly raised his head and slammed his fists on the table with such force that the teacup on it jumped up briefly, tilted its body and spilled a few drops of black tea.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I work for him. Why do you think I would provide you with information to kill the ambassador?"

"If you didn't sell so quickly, we might believe that you were loyal, meow~" Ruirui said bluntly.

"…Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

"Of course," Eve said nonchalantly, "and we know ourselves pretty well. We still have some self-awareness."

Eve's unexpected reaction made Meursault at a loss for how to respond for a moment. For a long time, he had been in contact with people with bad tempers, like a powder keg that could explode at any time. When they were scolded, they would just fight. But for someone like "Sherlock" who would not get angry when scolded, and could not be beaten, Meursault really didn't know how to deal with him, and felt suffocated like a fire in his heart.

"You are from Loen, right? Do you know what the consequences are of killing the Intis ambassador in Loen?" Meursault said. He had not received formal education, but he had learned some truths after years in the Zmanger Party, and he had seen it with his own eyes in his hometown. Although Meursault was very happy to see Loen and Intis fighting each other, if a war broke out, it would still be the people of the South Continent who would go to the battlefield.

"If it's based on identification, then I am indeed from Loen," Eve replied.

Based on proof of identity?

Meursault looked up at "Sherlock" with a thoughtful look in his eyes, "What if it's not based on identification?"

As he spoke, Meursault looked Sherlock up and down, looking at his typical Northern Continental appearance, he sneered, "Intis people? Feysac people? You Northern Continental people all look the same, are you Northern Continental people who were born in the Southern Continent?"

"No, neither of them," Eve shook her head seriously and said seriously, "I was born in the Western Continent."

"Ha," Meursault paused for two seconds, then laughed and said, "Your sense of humor is really bad, but you succeeded in making me laugh."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meursault's face suddenly changed, and he slammed his fists on the table, "Enough, how long are you going to play tricks on me!"

The table shook violently, causing Ruirui, who was lying on it, to "fly" up.

"Meow."

Rarity gave a small cry, turned around, jumped off the table and landed on Eve's legs.

Eve stroked Ruirui's back and replied, "I'm not kidding you. I did live in the South Continent for a long time."

Meursault stared at Eve fiercely for a long time, then said in frustration: "I don't know. I don't know much about the ambassador. If you want to kill me, then kill me."

"Appearance, preferences, places you frequent, these are all valid information." Eve picked up the pen and paper on the table and placed the pen on the white paper to signal Meursault to speak.

Meursault looked up at Eve, was silent for two seconds, and then told her the information he knew one by one.

"...and the purpose of looking for Ian," Meursault said before Eve asked, "I only know that he seems to be looking for some manuscript."

"That's all I know," Meursault licked his upper lip and asked with a hint of hidden fear and anticipation, "Are you going to kill me now?"

Eve's overly friendly attitude gave Meursault some unrealistic fantasies that perhaps he could survive.

"Hmm…" Eve touched her chin and hesitated for two seconds, then stretched out three fingers and said, "I'll give you three choices.

He retracted his two fingers and continued, "The first one was killed by me."

Eve deliberately paused for two seconds and looked up at the plateau man opposite her. Every second of silence was like a countdown to death for Meursault. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, flowed through his eyes, and fell in the blink of an eye.

"After all, you have done a lot of bad things, but I will bury you in the cemetery and let you rest in peace after death."

"The second option is to turn yourself in to the police station. Turning yourself in can reduce your sentence appropriately. Maybe it won't be the death penalty. Of course, I don't know how many bad things you have done. Maybe it will still be the death penalty." Eve raised two fingers and said with a smile.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"…"

Meursault looked at "Shylock" silently, waiting for him to say the third choice. To him, the first two options made no difference, because he was the "executioner" of the Zmanger Party.

"The third one," Eve slowly raised the third finger under Meursault's gaze and said, "Work for me."

"I choose three," Meursault said immediately.

"Let me make it clear in advance that even if you work for me, you are not guaranteed to survive." Eve said, shaking her right hand with three fingers raised.

"..." Meursault was slightly stunned, and then cursed in his heart: "Idiot! Bastard!"

He stared at Sherlock and said, "I choose three."

As he spoke, he sneered in his heart, "As long as we get out of this, it doesn't matter who will die when we meet next time, kid."

"Well!"

Suddenly, Meursault felt a pair of invisible big hands tightly pinching his neck, which was shrinking little by little. He stretched out his trembling hands to his neck and grabbed at the air weakly, but he could not catch the "hand" that was strangling his throat.

"It's best not to have any hidden agenda when you pledge your allegiance to someone else."

His consciousness gradually blurred, and Meursault felt his vision go dark. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He tried hard to identify it. It was the voice of "Sherlock".

"Please... please... please..." Meursault pleaded with difficulty, saliva flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The invisible hands suddenly disappeared, and Meursault immediately covered his neck, breathing greedily.

"If your performance satisfies me, I can let you go," Eve casually threw a few pieces of paper over and said, "So, your life is in your own hands now. Whether you can survive depends on your efforts."

Meursault looked at "Sherlock" with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief, "This guy is still normal."

"Go back to the Zmanger Party. I'll contact you when I need you."

(End of this chapter)