All Worlds Madhouse

John walked through the main building of the library, walked out from the side door, and then walked through a path surrounded by green plants, and came to a small building that was not so inconspicuous.

This small attic building with only three floors looks extremely small against the majestic figure of the British Library. When people walk past it, they even think it is a place where staff stay when they are on duty.

But people who have watched too many TV series know that the more this kind of place is, the more it cannot be ignored. After all, in the land around the British Library where every inch of land is so valuable, it is almost impossible for anyone to have nothing to do. Building such a place takes up a lot of space. , a useless building yet.

In fact, this place is indeed no ordinary place. People who know this place are used to calling it - [Cambridge Club].

Well, judging from the name, this place seems to be similar to a billiards club or a wine club. At best, it is just a place where people with common hobbies gather to chat. Yes, [Cambridge Club] is such a place, but the people who come here are all the kind of guys who will make you stunned just by mentioning their names.

For example, every time Einstein came to London, he would come here to have a drink; the window seat on the second floor was Churchill’s special seat; a century ago, Darwin was scolded by the cleaners for breaking a pot of coffee here. There was a conversation; Alan Turing and Baron Cheshire quarreled here for nothing.

In short, this is a gathering place for the upper class, especially the upper class. It is a place for people of wisdom and wealth to communicate. If you want to conquer Britain, then you only need to choose a time when there are many people and give this small attic to If it explodes, then maybe the economy of the entire English Empire will collapse the next day.

This is [Cambridge Club].

Of course, the weather today is not very good, and there are not many people in this small building. Constantine walked up a few creaky old wooden steps and knocked on the door of the Cambridge Club.

After a while, a man wearing a waiter's costume opened the door. You can guess from the flash of intention in his pupils that he must have thought that John was another passerby who accidentally walked here while strolling.

Of course, the person who can work as a waiter here is definitely not a fool. He bowed slightly like a gentleman.

"Hello. Please show your membership certificate." He said.

"No." John responded bluntly.

"Sorry sir, this is a private gathering place, so..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, John interrupted him impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense. I know where this place is. I'm looking for the seraphim."

The waiter frowned: "Excuse me."

"Tell him that Constantine is looking for him." John said rudely again.

The waiter was not angry at all and just nodded: "Please wait a moment."

In this way, John was left outside the door, but soon the waiter came back, nodded to John and signaled: Please come with me.

The decoration in the Cambridge Club was obviously better than it looked outside, but it was not as rich and tacky. Following the lead of the waiter, John walked through several small winding corridors and finally came to a small tea room. inside.

At this moment, there is only one person in the tea room. He is a handsome man who looks about 30 years old. In fact, he is called a man simply because he has short hair. If his hair is grown longer, he will definitely Transformed into a heroic woman.

He was wearing a black suit, and each sleeve was only neatly trimmed. With just a casual glance, you could tell that he was an elegant, wealthy, and intelligent man.

The waiter bowed to the two men respectively and went out silently. At the same time, John sat down on the chair in an imageless manner.

"To be honest, every time I see your outfit, I feel uncomfortable, as if the pleats on your clothes are folded little by little."

Mr. Seraphim opposite looked at John quietly. He put his hands together in front of his lips and remained motionless.

"There must be something important, otherwise, you wouldn't come to a place like this to find me." He said softly. His voice was not deep, but it had a sense of self-resonance.

"Of course I have to die because of something important," John said.

Mr. Seraphim continued to look at him, with no wave in his expression.

"Okay, I know you heard me. Yeah, I'm going to die. In other words, something big is probably going to happen in hell."

Seraphim finally shook his head: "Impossible. If that happens, I will know it earlier than you. Father will tell me."

John had known for a long time that the other party would react this way. In fact, he had known Gabriel for a long time. His face always looked like this no matter what the situation was. It was as if you had taken off your clothes in front of him. There won't be any fluctuation in my mood.

Oh, you didn't read too much. I just mentioned the name 'Gabriel'. In fact, the name 'Seraph' is just a pseudonym. When translated, it means 'Seraph'. So The person in front of you, as you think of it now, is "Gabriel", the 'Archangel' who has appeared in various myths and books.

As for John, of course he had already thought about how to deal with this guy who had the Holy Light in his mind long before he came here.

"Come on, maybe your 'father' didn't notice the strange movement in hell?"

Gabriel shook his head: "Impossible, God is omniscient."

"If he was omniscient, the world wouldn't be like this now!" Constantine said disdainfully: "Well, even if he is omniscient, don't you see that your God boss has long been He forgot about you, maybe he just doesn’t want to tell you?”

Gabriel continued to be expressionless: "No, there is no way 'Father' will abandon me."

"Then how do you explain that you have been in the human world for 20 years and haven't been called back yet?"

"I am undergoing a test. The world is neither heaven nor hell. There is everything between the two and nothing in between. Therefore, this test is a representation of my father's trust in me. If I can pass, then he will definitely give me the sacred task of conquering hell."

"Okay, okay." John interrupted the other party. He knew very well that for an angel of Gabriel's level, the hardness of his faith could not be shaken by just a few words of his own.

Therefore, he stopped being pretentious and took out a small folder from his jacket and threw it to the other party.

"You should see this"