I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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"That's it? Ackerman looked up in the rain and looked at the bookstore in front of him.

Raindrops crashed on the short brim of the poncho, flowed down the outline of the poncho, and landed on the puddles on the ground. In the field of vision, it is exactly the same as the information provided by the Truth Society, with an extremely ordinary appearance. It even looks a bit shabby, and there is no sign of the store.

If you hadn't looked in through the dimly lit photo window, you could see the rows of bookshelves and the books on them, and you probably wouldn't even be able to tell that this was a bookstore. This is not the duty of a businessman. .. It's better to say that the owner of this store has never considered selling books at all, right? Instead, it is more like a deliberate attempt to keep the bookstore deserted. Thinking like that, it's really suspicious. Ackerman closed his eyes, caught the thin ether in the rain, and analyzed it with his extraordinary sense of smell.

Wilde's etheric aura does exist in this bookstore, more clearly than he feels elsewhere.

There is some sense of danger, but it is not strong, it seems to be some kind of creation of life and soul, it is really good to use it to come to the door.

But it is undoubtedly impossible to defend against an extraordinary person of his level. The information given by the truth is that Wilde has stayed in this bookstore twice, each time for more than an hour, but from the current impression of this bookstore, it should not be an important stronghold but more like a hidden place. transfer station. Maybe intelligence, maybe something extraordinary. A lot of people come and go here, bringing something and taking something away. The various etheric trajectories are streaked in the air, forming a complicated map. Among them, Wilde's breath formed more and more trajectories than other trajectories. Although all the trajectories were sparse, he was a regular visitor to this bookstore by comparison. Ackerman opened his eyes. If so, Wilde will definitely come again. The truth will not choose to scare the snake, it should also be out of this consideration. As long as he will come again, then there is a chance to catch him. But the Truth Society seems to be troubled by the Red Sect and the White Wolf group, busy searching for the whereabouts of these little mice who love to drill down the sewers. "But it should be over soon. Ackerman looked behind him and was still rebuilding. The streets and buildings of , it has been a week since the previous battle, because of the rain, the construction is more difficult than before.

Therefore, we simply took all the surviving residents to other areas. After this place was temporarily cleaned, it was fenced and put aside. There are still ether particles escaping in the air, like gunpowder smoke on the battlefield, even if the war is over. , there is still the smell of gunpowder and blood. The Mystic Tower and the Society of Truth are really skilled at covering up this kind of thing. As soon as Murphy dies, it basically means that the Red Sect and the White Wolf no longer have the greatest support, whether in terms of strength or confidence. "Tsk tsk tsk, I really want to die, I hope she can understand where she is wrong before she dies. Akerman's mouth evoked a mocking smile. Although encountering the elf great sage who came to visit the Truth Society, it was Murphy's poison. , but even if Doris didn't appear, their defeat would have been doomed long ago. "Magic Mirror... .. really has the magic power of the Grand Master, tempting people's minds to lose their minds? Ackerman looked at The ruins shook his head, then turned his head, he didn't want to try. Now, his task is to just wait and see, and then complete his own destruction rating. He is a hunter, and the most important quality of a hunter is prudence and patience. Ackerman still did not enter the bookstore, but carefully scouts all around. Recently, because of the so-called "gas plant explosion", there are a lot of people who come here to join the heat shield, and it is normal to stroll around a few times. He sensed the ether trajectory around the bookstore to and fro, but no matter how he looked at it, there were only a few Article, as for the bookstore itself.. ...sorry, not at all. Make him feel like he's over-doing it. After all, even if he entered the bookstore, he was just pretending to be an ordinary customer to conduct the most basic tests. Finally, Ackerman shook his raincoat and walked to the door of the bookstore. He glanced at the "Opening" sign, and reached out to push it. Open the door of the bookstore. The bell on the door rang softly. Wet water droplets fell on the floor, forming water-stained balls, and the layout of the bookstore came into view. Others are not worth mentioning. The gargoyle on the counter is the source of Wilde's ether fluctuations. The blood-red eyes are shining with bloodthirsty light, and they look very intimidating. But according to Ackerman's experience, in addition to actively driving, this kind of creation is an automatic attack by sensing killing intent. As long as there is no killing intent or malicious intent, it is absolutely safe. He is very confident in his disguise. Even if his peers are present, he can walk into the bookstore slowly, take off his raincoat and put it on the umbrella stand next to the door. Ackerman has raised his vigilance. , Controlling the muscles of his whole body, never revealing the slightest flaw, and looking at the four solids very naturally. The young man sitting at the counter raised his head at this time and said very skillfully: "Welcome, do you want to borrow books, read books, or buy books?" Ackerman was playing an ordinary office worker at the moment, and he responded casually, and the first : "Just take a look. Yes, it fits very well with an ordinary person who came here to hang out in this ruins because of the hot week, and then went into the roadside bookstore bored. There is no purpose, so there is no purpose at all. It is necessary to make a choice. Akyan walked towards the counter, secretly thinking that the owner of the bookstore seems to be just an ordinary person. Could it be that this is just a place like a storage place? Served? His eyes glanced around the counter by the way.

In this dark and monotonous bookstore, the only thing with color is a potted plant on the counter. It was a red rose, budding, with its head bowed slightly outward, the water droplets on the petals refracted the light, and it looked very beautiful. In this bookstore, the truth is - wiping bright colors. But it's just an ordinary rose. Ackerman just wanted to lift his feet around

Walk around and end your first trial. The rose quivered slightly, and then turned out from the center of the flower color, an eyeball, which seemed to be twitching with mucus, and looked straight at him, Kong staring at him greedily! Ackerman His body froze, his scalp tingled, and he wanted to step back, but found that he couldn't move at all. He stared at that eyeball involuntarily, feeling that something in his soul was being pulled away and swallowed. Trap?! How is that possible?! He didn't notice anything! No ether fluctuations either! The young man behind the counter gave him a very kind smile: . You can take a look and see if there is any problem, just ask me.

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