Calamity Crown

Songzi Street, No. 07.

The detached villa is quiet at night, even the patrolling policemen will unconsciously lower their footsteps before passing the villa.

Because every patrolman knows that the people who live here are big men they can't afford to mess with.

Therefore, they must maintain due respect.

"Look at them, aren't they ridiculous?"

"It feels like a dog."

Standing in front of the window on the third floor, Skiffins in silk pajamas looked down at the patrolmen who hurried past the door of his villa, and couldn't help shaking his wine glass and sighing.

The scarlet wine hung on the wall of the glass as it swayed, and then slowly flowed down.

Skiffins sniffed lightly, and then took a sip when the fragrance of the wine diffused.

Then, he turned around and looked at Ang Ke, his bodyguard.

The bodyguard who had just returned to the villa remained silent.

Because, he is well aware of some habits of his employer at night.

Sure enough, the next moment, Skiffins continued.

"No!"

"They are worse than dogs!"

"At least a dog is loyal!"

"them?"

"It's a bunch of moths!"

"The kingdom was corrupted by them!"

Skiffins' voice was raised a few points unconsciously, appearing very annoyed, even...

hysterical!

But in just a few seconds, Skiffins' anger evaporated, leaving only a kind of compassion.

"But we can't blame them, who made them just a group of poor people who don't understand 'reality'."

"well……"

"Poor thing."

With a long sigh, Skiffins sat back in the chair, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in inexplicable emotions.

This time, it took several minutes before the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel came back to his senses.

"How are things going?"

Skiffins looked at his bodyguard.

At this time, Skiffins' voice was clear, his face was stern, and his eyes were extremely sharp. Even sitting there, he felt oppressed by a superior.

This sense of oppression makes people unconsciously ignore his age.

Even though he is only a young man in his twenties, people will always make people think of him as a mature middle-aged person in an instant.

"The 'flesh and flesh believer' of the 'Flesh and Flesh Church' was killed by Goethe."

Angke bowed and answered.

"Oh, trash."

Skiffins commented coldly, and then, a look of interest appeared in his eyes.

"Goethe?"

"Really a remarkable young man."

"Is he not yet twenty years old?"

Skiffins asked.

"Well, I'm 19 years old this year."

Angke replied truthfully.

"I suddenly want to meet this young man..."

"My lord, for your safety, I don't recommend you to meet him - he may have been a harmless boy before, but now he has been swallowed up by hatred and has become extremely dangerous."

"As long as there is any clue, he will definitely make a move."

"And, after he left the Pine Nut Hotel in a hurry, he didn't come back tonight."

"Obviously, he already suspects you."

"Please don't put yourself in danger!"

Before Skiffins finished speaking, he was interrupted by Angke.

As a bodyguard, Angke is absolutely dedicated to his duties.

For such a dedicated bodyguard, Skiffins frowned.

Finally, with a sigh.

"Okay, Onko."

Skiffins gave up his original plan.

Then, the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel couldn't help but comment again.

"The Church of Flesh is really trash!"

"That's right!"

"They're trash!"

A echo came.

Suddenly thick fog surged in the room.

When the fog cleared, a figure wearing a hooded cloak appeared in the study.

The drooping hood concealed the face, and the cloak concealed the figure.

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't tell the difference between men, women, and children.

Angke immediately stood in front of the opponent, blocking the employer behind him.

Even if the other party is a real collaborator of his employer.

"Oh, you failed too?"

Skiffins asked indifferently.

"Yeah, I failed too."

"I didn't expect that a 'son of flesh and blood' and a 'flesh and blood believer' would attack a seriously injured keeper and a trainee keeper, and they would be killed instead!"

"And, with my help!"

The 'Murder in the Fog' sneered.

"this means……"

"You are trash too!"

Skiffins elongated his tone and narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure.

"Yeah, we're all a bunch of miserable losers."

"Call it trash, and it's fitting."

The 'Mist Killer' didn't look angry at all, and admitted it openly, but there was a touch of sarcasm in his words.

The corner of Skiffins' mouth curled up, and a smile flowed out, and the hand shaking the wine glass kept the rhythm, but the already sharp eyes became more and more compelling at this moment.

However, it is fleeting.

The next moment, it returned to normal.

"How are you preparing?"

asked the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel.

"Soon."

"Thanks to the bastards of the 'Church of Flesh', our progress has been greatly advanced."

"Three days!"

"Up to three days, you can get what you want!"

'Mist in the Mist' said so.

"That's good."

"When I get everything I want, you'll get everything you want."

Skiffins promised.

"Pleasant cooperation."

As the 'Mist in the Fog' said, his body was once again wrapped in thick fog.

Then as the fog dissipated, the whole person disappeared in place.

After confirming that the other party had left, Angke turned around and returned to Skiffins.

"My lord, this guy has bad intentions!"

The bodyguard frowned.

"Of course, I know."

"This guy just wants to use me to contain the 'Keeper of Secrets'."

"It's the same as those wastes that use the 'Church of Flesh'."

Skiffins

"Then you?"

Angke looked at his employer puzzled.

"Some things are forced."

"And something?"

"But it has to be done."

Skiffins said, then turned and looked out the window again.

He didn't tell his bodyguards that the 'Mist Killer' had found a 'secret realm'.

Even if the other party's loyalty is beyond doubt.

Because, it's not that I don't want to say it.

But can not say.

He was bound by the contract to keep silent.

But soon, he was able to confess everything.

Under the attention of the world!

And now?

"Ang Ke, I'll leave it to you next time."

Skiffins said softly.

Angke immediately knelt down on one knee and said solemnly.

"My lord, leave it to me!"

...

At 10 a.m., the support of the "Keeper of Secrets" came faster than expected.

"Pulley!"

Morey happily hugged and greeted the middle-aged man in front of him.

This is a tall man with a fierce face. He is not wearing a five-piece suit of trousers, vest, shirt, coat, and windbreaker. Instead, he is wearing a hunting suit, and he is not wearing a hat. His hair is loose, making him look even more fierce.

However, when facing Morey, the man smiled.

Immediately, the ferocious aura disappeared, and there was only a simple and honest feeling.

"Long time no see, Morey."

"Yeah, long time no see."

"The last time we met was because of the 'Summer River Banshee Incident' two years ago. I didn't expect you to come to support me."

The two sides exchanged pleasantries.

Then, Mo Lei introduced Goethe to the other party as soon as he turned around.

"Goethe, the 'apprentice' I recommend this time."

After hearing Morey's words, the secret keeper who came to support couldn't help but look at Goethe.

no offence.

Only scrutiny.

There's a little more...

curious.

Then, he immediately extended his hand.

"Hello, Goethe."

"Hello, Mr. Pooley."

After the two sides shook hands, the secret keeper who came to support immediately said: "You don't need to be called Mr., just call me Puli. I've heard of you, Goethe—you've done a good job, keep going!"

As Puli spoke, he slapped Goethe on the shoulder hard.

Then, the secret keeper who came to support looked at Morey again.

"Recover well."

"Leave the rest to me."

After speaking, the secret keeper who came to support turned around and left.

"Trust Puli."

"He's a pretty good Keeper."

Morey looked at his friend's back and said.

Goethe nodded

Goethe believed Morey's words.

Then, at noon, Swart ran in in a panic, saying—

"Your Excellency Puli is dead!"