Demon Sage

"Lord Rastole, how are we going to deal with him next? Donald Grant is just a puppet, but he also represents a demon."

Donald inside the door scrutinized with a glass of wine, while Ogoff outside the door tried to seek Rastolle's opinion.

"Just a puppet... The coming of that lord is not foreshadowed, Mr. Grant is a member of our church, now is, and will be in the future, as long as he can still communicate with that one, we will respect him, I 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?"

Rastoller's attitude is obvious, as long as Donald survives as a puppet when the devil descends, he will maintain a certain amount of respect. After all, the existence of the devil itself is a very important resource for them.

Every time the person who is connected with the organization needs to offer a large number of sacrifices, ordinary dead things are nothing, and the recent requirements have become more and more excessive. In comparison, the person in front of him seems to be a lot easier to talk about.

Who wants the boss above to be someone who only knows what to eat, drink and take without any reward?

"I've always followed your orders, it's just Mr. Rastoller, I would like you to reconsider the gift of me, I've been working for the organization for a few years now and feel more and more physically overwhelmed...if If I can become a favored person, I will have more energy to devote to serving the organization."

Ogoff leaned forward, lowered his head, and didn't look at Rastole. This might not be something a subordinate should do, but he waited too long. The scrolls, recipes, and secret medicines in his hand have been passed over the years. There are a lot of them, but they can only watch because they have no talent.

He is 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 ritual that suits you. Give me some time, okay?"

The old man's tone was gentle. He held a cane inlaid with emeralds in his left hand, and put his right hand on Ogoff's shoulder. He did not exert any force, but it made his stature a little shorter until it reached his chest.

How can you be equal to me?

"Thank you for your help."

What else can I say?

Can only continue to wait.

"The existence in Donald...other people in the organization should not know this news. After all, that person's energy is limited. If other people know about it, everyone will inevitably be unhappy and stable. Unity, this is the atmosphere an organization should have, right? You know, I know, there is no third person."

There is an asymmetry between supply and demand. At present, it is obvious that the supply is far less than the demand. In this case, it is necessary to try to prevent other people in need from knowing about it.

"I understand, please rest assured."

At this moment, Donald Grant is a treasure for them. As long as he is willing to help, the lost slate and other rubbings collected in various ways in the church over the past few years cannot be said too much, but there are still five or six copies.

"That's good, although I really want to stay here, I do have something to deal with. Someone will deliver it in a few days, and you will give it to Mr. Donald Grant in person, and then send him away in person, can you do it? ?"

"Of course, have I disappointed you?"

He kept sending the other party to the door, and bowed to watch him board the carriage and leave. Over the past few years, Ogoff had seen the same scene many times.

"Unconsciously, it's been 3 years."

He looked back at the glass window behind him, and what was reflected was a man with sunken eyes, a brown complexion, and a stubble chin on his chin. The clothes on his body fit well. From the perspective of tailoring skills, it was obviously custom-made. With an air of wealth.

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 a puppet of the devil, what about himself?

When one day you no longer have agile skills and precise marksmanship, will your 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 the knife before noticed that his boss's mood was not quite right, and he stepped forward to ask nervously. There were still people watching over the coal stove, so he had to let him know.

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

Nodding his head, his eyes stayed on his confidant. How long has he been with him?

It seems to be about a year and a half.

"okay."

Going to the side of the street, opening the side door, stepping into the back of the carriage, looking around, but did not 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. The sound of bones dislocating~www.wuxiahere.com~ The young man swallowed 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 himself!

Curling people's legs into the two rows of seats in the carriage, Rastoller 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 for killing you."

Closing the door, Ogoff said sorry, but his eyes did not waver.

Ogoff thought that Rastoller was a ruthless and unrighteous person, how could he be any better in turn?

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

The preparation of trading items takes time. After all, the cult is not a one-stop shop. 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.

Returning to the wine cellar, Ogoff also sent Donald to the door.

"Mr. Grant, please come to the location listed above at 9 o'clock in the evening in three days, there will be a small newsstand, you will show your voucher to the people in it, and they will take you to a hidden place to complete the transaction."

Lowering his attitude as much as possible, Ogoff handed a piece of paper and a piece of copper in both hands.

"Ogoff...Are you just an ordinary person?"

When he got to the door, Donald looked down at Ogoff who was handing the piece of paper.

"Yes, I haven't received the qualifications bestowed by God."

The upper body shook, Ogoff wanted to raise his head, but it was actually lower, he was used to it.

"Who said that, Rastolle? Don't forget, I am God!"

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