I seem to be an evil god

James Parses was an executor, a very old executor. It was very rare for an executor to live until his hair and beard turned gray.

Of course, in the jargon he was an executor, but in a literal sense, James Passer was a butler, a butler who had had many masters.

There are two types of housekeepers that a noble needs. One can handle affairs in the mansion for them, including part-time accountant, head servant, director of purchasing department and most importantly, courier.

One is that James is this kind of person. They can neither keep the mansion in order, nor can they act as representatives of the nobility to the outside world. They are even guarded by every employer. If they simply leave their jobs, they will be hunted down. risk.

This is the Dark Side Butler, the official name of the Executor.

James Passer is very famous in this industry. Generally, the professional life of an executor is very short, because nobles are such ruthless creatures. Even if you are loyal to your duties, you promise not to tell anyone what you know. Words, they will gradually become suspicious, and then decisively rebel.

The patience of small nobles may be 6 or 7 years, and the patience of large nobles may be a little longer, but at most 10 years, the nobles will find a new butler.

And James Pather can continue to play this profession at the age of 100, and become more and more famous in the dark world of Lion City, so he is naturally outstanding.

The reason why he has been alive is simple. This dark-side butler who is skilled in business can always ensure that his new employer is better than the previous employer.

How he did it, no one knows.

Today, James is serving a very ancient noble. In the Lion City, it is difficult to find a more powerful force than this noble. Many people in the dark world are speculating that this is probably the legendary executor. One last career move.

No one is optimistic about James Passer's future, but he still strictly follows his professional ethics, tries his best to complete every task of his employer, and exercises authority that does not belong to him in his own name.

Snap.

Closing the pocket watch in his hand, James Passer was expressionless on the grass. The time had reached 7:59, and he was about to welcome the first invitee of the day.

He glanced around at the pedestrians. There was no one he expected in this small park.

'I hope this invitee will stick to the time and not be late,' James thought mechanically and coldly. 'It would be the worst if he refuses the invitation. ’

Maybe I should learn the new methods of my colleagues. Times are developing, and an old antique like me should also keep up with the trend.

James Passer thought mockingly to himself. Compared with his new colleagues, his methods were still relatively primitive. When conveying information, he used the most primitive paper invitations, which had no deterrent effect.

And his new colleagues have all used contracts. When the invitation letter is sent, it is when the invitee makes a decision, either pursuing money or being forced to compromise. The invitee has to obey the executor's order. Sign your name on the contract.

‘The development of technology is really fast,’ James, who has experienced hundreds of years, sighed quietly. ‘When I was young, rune contracts were still legendary items. Now the latest price has dropped to 10 gold coins per share, which is unimaginable. ’

James, who was lamenting the vicissitudes of time, suddenly frowned. He took out the pocket watch in his hand and looked at it, 8:03.

'Hey, it seems I really need to save some contracts for backup,' James sighed as he took off his expensive butler uniform.

At least he could know in advance whether the 'puppet' would come. James stood there and stretched his muscles, preparing to re-wrap the silk thread for the first puppet.

At this time, James suddenly saw a young man approaching quickly from the corner of his eye. He had noticed this young man before. After all, his clothes were so conspicuous that the old man from the dark world had to pay attention.

These black dogs are still so difficult to deal with, James thought to himself, still showed a kind smile on his face, and asked the visitor in a standard manner:

"Mr. Witcher, is there anything I can do to help you?"

While James was speaking, he was also observing this young demon hunter. He had a brand new demon hunting windbreaker, hands without calluses, shriveled rune pockets, and it didn't look like he had a hand crossbow that could be used as a long-range weapon.

I'm a newbie. Old James made a psychological judgment. He wouldn't be questioning me for such a ridiculous reason as respecting the elderly and loving the young, right?

James was sarcastic in his heart, but unexpectedly, the young man opposite him took out an invitation letter. The style of the invitation letter was very familiar, and the pattern on the cover was the starry sky under the dark night.

"I followed the instructions in this letter. Are you the contact person?"

Legendary Executor James frowned. If he remembered correctly, today's invitees need at least professional-level high-level strength.

This kind of young man is a high-level professional? How can it be.

James snatched the invitation from the witcher's hand. The young witcher showed no resistance, and even judging from his expression, he didn't seem to react.

James took the invitation and checked it over and over again, but he did find the correct star mark in the starry sky on the invitation. These seven stars connected to form a spoon shape were hidden in the starry night and were James' unique mark.

The invitation was indeed genuine. James frowned and thought, this one should have been sent from a businessman. These money-minded guys wouldn't just find someone to fool me.

Hmm...hmm!

An idea suddenly came to James' mind, and he adjusted his body inadvertently, aiming the most suitable direction for Liu Dao.

Could it be that the puppet was disobedient and reported the matter to the Demon Hunter Guild? Then this young demon hunter can explain it, yes, that must be the case.

"No, Mr. Demon Hunter, you have recognized the wrong person." James respectfully returned the invitation letter to the young demon hunter. "I don't recognize this invitation letter, nor do I know the contact person."

The young demon hunter frowned and suddenly looked around at the crowd as if enlightened. He cautiously came over and whispered to James:

"Why don't we go to the alley next to it? It's really inconvenient around here."

What are you doing in the alley next to you? Can you catch me in a place with no one?

James was sarcastic in his heart, with a calm expression on his face, "Mr. Demon Hunter, if nothing happens, I will leave. I am currently serving as Lord Blue Shield's butler. The Viscount's family is busy with affairs. Please forgive me for resigning first."

After saying that, James turned around and left. Since this meeting point has been known to the Demon Hunter Guild, it seems that today's mission cannot be carried out smoothly.

"You are not a butler." The witcher's steady voice came from behind James Passer.

"Not to mention that you have been here for at least half an hour because of your busy schedule. From just one thing, I know that your identity is fake."

"Which point?"

"The person who would call me here would definitely not be Lord Blue Shield."

As Liu Dao spoke, the aura of a high-level professional burst out without reservation.

"Am I right? Mr. Butler."