Shadow of the Beautiful World

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In the evening, Merlin's Ford was parked downstairs from an investment company on Wall Street.

He opened the door and saw the sign at the entrance of this magnificent building at a glance. The thing looked like a chaotic and invisible light, which was shaped by the artists into a very abstract gesture.

And on that weird sign, the name of this investment company is engraved.

"BlackHalo"

"Black Light Investment Company..."

Merlin remembered the name. He felt that the name should represent some special meaning, but unfortunately he didn't understand it. As if he didn't know the owner of this building and this company.

He just knew that a powerful half-demon called Dimon owned it.

As early as when he came to Manhattan in 1991, there was a strong demonic atmosphere here. After four years, the dark atmosphere here has not weakened, but has been faintly enhanced.

That gesture was like a demon lord who had smuggled into the world, and this Lord Dimon seemed to have no intention of hiding himself.

Four years ago, with little effort, Merlin heard the message of His Excellency Dimon.

He is a very generous investor on the surface, willing to invest a lot of money for any valuable thinking, and is the most generous angel in the minds of all entrepreneurs in New York.

And because the investment vision of His Excellency is extremely accurate, each investment can recover a large return, so the reputation of Wall Street capitalists is also very good.

Merlin adjusted his casual suit. He carried a handbag and entered the investment company. In the rows of seats in the company lobby, at this time when dinner should be eaten, there are still many entrepreneurs with dreams waiting, waiting for the opportunity to be summoned by Mr. Dimon.

The beautiful younger sister at the front desk greeted Merlin with a formal and beautiful smile. She asked:

"This gentleman, what can I do for you?"

"I asked Mr. Dimon to talk about something."

Merlin said with the same hypocritical smile:

"Some important things."

"What's your name?"

The young lady asked again, Merlin said softly:

"My name is Merlin."

Miss Sister lowered her head and checked today's appointment record. After a few minutes, she said to Merlin:

"Sorry, Mr. Merlin. But you did not make an appointment with Mr. Dimon. If you really want to visit Mr. Dimon, please leave your information and contact information. If Mr. Dimon has time, he will contact you. of."

"No, ma'am."

Merlin took something from his pocket and put it in front of the beautiful young lady, he said:

"I have an appointment."

Merlin's fingers moved away, revealing the burnt black metal badge. The inverted pentagram emblem on the badge began to shine a strange light after Merlin infused it with a touch of magic. This made the young lady at the front desk a little bit. Surprised.

Her expression changed a bit, and she seemed to think that Merlin was holding her with something he didn't know.

However, just as the young lady was about to call the security guard, the phone at her hand rang suddenly.

The young lady put the microphone to her ear, and a few seconds later, she put on that kind of formal smile again. With the most elegant gesture, she made a "please" gesture to Merlin, using the sweetest The voice said:

"Please follow me, Mr. Merlin. Mr. Dimon is waiting for you."

Merlin put away the badge, he nodded, and followed the envious and jealous eyes of investors who were looking for investors, followed the perfect young lady into the elevator.

Two minutes later, Merlin came to the top of the Black Light Building, and the young lady at the front desk attentively pushed the heavy, gorgeous red wooden door in front of him.

At that moment when the door was pushed open, a breath that was at least 5 times more pure than Merlin's dark magic, almost rushed to the face, so that both eyes under Merlin's glasses shone with a constantly fluctuating light.

He reached out and pushed his glasses, smiled at the young lady beside him, and walked into the office in front of him.

This is a very luxurious office, even larger than Merlin's entire house, but it doesn't have much space, and looks slightly empty.

The luxurious red carpet was spread on the ground, the luxurious golden curtains were half-opened, and the last afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window into the office. On the precious mahogany desk, a cold light was reflected.

Behind the desk, a young man sat.

He looks more mature than Merlin. He wears a black suit, black hair is neatly combed, and has a pair of black eyes. He looks very steady, just like those real business tycoons.

When Merlin entered the office, Mr. Dimon seemed to be dealing with business matters. He scanned a document and waved to Merlin to sit aside.

He seems to be well-suited to his role. At least he just waved it out, full of the taste of high-class elites.

Merlin did not disturb Dimon.

If he could, he didn't want to have a grudge against the half-devil in front of him. He didn't even want to contact him.

Dimon's strength is far above him. This half-magic is almost the most powerful of all the magic-related characters Merlin has seen so far.

Like a quiet flame, although it looks peaceful, it does not mean that it has no ability to burn the world.

A few minutes later, Dimon picked up the pen and signed his name on the document in front of him. He closed the document and set it aside. Then he looked up and looked at Merlin sitting on the sofa.

A trace of doubt flashed in Dimon's black eyes. He said to Merlin:

"I just sensed your breath. Only at that moment, I almost thought I was wrong. Your concealment technique is superb and has to be appreciated. But I am even more curious about a son of Sannomiya's 'Come to me for what?'

The half-magic bluntly said:

"Is the message for your father?"

"Do not."

Merlin shook his head, and he threw the badge in his hand to Dimon, who took it in his hand and only glanced at it, his brow raised high on his handsome face.

He stood up with his hands on the table and said to Merlin:

"Where did you find this thing?"

"The Hell's Kitchen, a group of enchanted little gangsters."

Merlin says:

"They don’t know where to find an altar, they can communicate with hell, and thankfully that group of people is a real layman, and only used a bunch of wrong rune sacrifices, otherwise... I guess it’s not me who came to you ."

"This emblem was found in that altar."

Merlin coughed softly. He looked at Dimon and said:

"I serve an organization, and this matter belongs to my jurisdiction, so I ventured to visit, just to ask, Lord Dimon, do you have the idea of ​​developing believers in Hell's Kitchen?"

"This is not what I did."

Dimon put the insignia on his fingertips to play, he walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the bustling Manhattan block below from the height of 100 meters.

As soon as he waved his hand, a lit cigar appeared in front of Merlin's eyes. Merlin reached out to catch the gadget and Dimon's kindness.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the silent half-devil turned around and let the golden light spread over himself. He carried his hands on his back and calmly said to Merlin:

"Recruiting believers and forming cults, I was bored 20 years ago."

"And, Mr. Merlin, I don’t know if you realize that in this era, the role of money has been magnified unrestricted. In the past time, people dedicate all their desires to strength or dignity. Or something like power."

"But now, those young people with dreams are begging for my existence...just money."

With a nonsense smile on Dimon's face, he spread his hands:

"As long as I spill out meaningless banknotes, there are countless people who will do everything for me in whatever I want to do. Anything I want will be placed in front of me, even the soul, the most important thing. Soul, you can buy a lot of money if you have money..."

"In this case, do you think I'm going to look for a group of... well, little bastards? Do you think I will look for that kind of dregs as my follower?"

Dimon's explanation made Merlin unable to refute. In fact, after seeing the power that Dimon possessed, Meilin didn't think that those little **** would have a relationship with people like him.

But by all means, that badge is indeed related to Dimon.

His expression just changed, but Merlin could not be more full.

"The badge?"

Merlin asked:

"What's the matter with that badge? The magical breath on that thing is exactly the same as your breath, it can't be faked."

"Well, if I guessed right."

Dimeng said somberly:

"This should be the ghost of my dear sister."

He sighed and said softly:

"You may not understand, Mr. Merlin, when a pair of twin brothers and sisters unfortunately inherited their power from their devil father, the story tends to become very bad... just like those traditional, disgusting Tragic story."

"My mother taught me to be an upright person. I can't do it. The dark nature is forcing me to constantly search for my soul. But at least I try to suppress myself."

"Unfortunately, Satana doesn't think so. She seems to admire our dark father more than our gentle mother. Especially after her mother left, she pursued the power of darkness more and more unscrupulously. This disappointed me and me She walks on different roads. Unfortunately, my sister seems to think that I am going the wrong way. She always wants to pull me back to the'right' road."

Dimon strolled to Merlin in the dissipation of the sunset. Looking at Merlin, he said:

"Thank you for bringing me this badge, which gave me insight into certain attempts by Satana in advance. Go back to your world, Lord Merlin, I will send someone to deal with this matter."

"Okay, then I will let go."

Merlin nodded to his fairly calm attitude, and he planned to leave.

For a half-magic like them, staying with a stronger class is not a reassuring thing.

Although Dimon is not a son of the Sannomiya and has no conflict of interest with Merlin, the character of the half demon is mostly paranoid and mad. After the matter has been resolved, Merlin does not want to provoke other troubles.

But just after he walked a few steps, Dimon's deep voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Mr. Merlin, I suddenly forgot. You solved a trouble for me. I haven't given you a reward yet. This is too impolite."

"You killed Morris, right?"

Dimon's question made Merlin stop and he turned and nodded.

Dimon's expression did not change a little, he said:

"Then let me advise you, what you got from Morris, you better digest it quickly... I also heard about the tragedies of the children of the Sannomiya in every era, if you continue to wander around with it , Maybe soon, you will be the target of your crazy brothers."

"What do you mean?"

Merlin frowned and asked:

"I have used that fragment."

"No, not to use, but to digest!"

Dimon shook his head, he said:

"People like you and me are born in darkness, and darkness is our power. But if you have never been a member of darkness, how can you control them?"

"The power of Morris is like ice, but you are water. The power of the Sannomiya is very peculiar. Each strand of power given to the sons is rich in different ‘characteristics.’”

Dimon looked at Merlin with his hands behind his back and said:

"In my eyes, the ice is swaying in the water, but the two have not yet merged into one. In other words, Mr. Merlin, you haven't touched that characteristic of strength yet. I'm curious...like a blank piece of paper As simple as you, how did you live so long?"

"is it?"

Merlin's brow furrowed high, and Dimon should not be bored to make jokes with him in such matters, so Merlin began to reflect on whether he really had not completely assimilated the power of Morris.

After a few minutes, Merlin said softly:

"Although I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Dimon. But I still want to thank you for your reminder. In addition, I am curious. As a powerful half-demon, why do you want to stay in a place like Wall Street?"

"good question!"

A smile finally appeared on Dimon's face. When he laughed, there was a little bit of strangeness. He said:

"Devils of the past used contracts and lies to deceive souls to fill their hell."

"But times are evolving, technology is advancing, civilization is changing with each passing day, and the instinct from the devil can make me long to see the depravity of the soul, but I will not use traditional contracts and lies, that is too new... After the human society, I finally found a more convenient and effective method in this era."

"That's money! I already said that."

With a strange smile, Dimon said to Merlin:

"Those capitalists praised me for investing with precision, but for my existence, what's the use of money? I continually spilled money, craving for something more precious..."

Dimon reached out his left hand, and a howling soul tried to get rid of Dimon's fingers. The pale light emitted by the soul illuminated Dimon's face, and he folded his fingers together in a permeable tone. , Said to Merlin:

"Soul! This is my treasure!"

The strange scene in front of him made Merlin take a subconscious step back. He looked at Dimon and said:

"You remind me of an uncomfortable guy... Mephistopheles, are you his heir? The tone of your speech is exactly the same."

"Mephis?"

Dimon chuckled and smiled. He stared at Merlin. The inverted pentagram symbol appeared in his black eyes. He said:

"No... it's not that cunning bastard."

"My father, call..."

"Satan!"

PS:

Ahhhh, my hands are sore, take a break and continue.

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