The Demon’s Menu

With Jason's low drink, a man walked out with his hands up in the shadow of the courtyard's outer walls, trees and moonlight.

The other party was deliberately dressed up, his clothes and shoes were normal, and his face was modified. Not only did he wear a fake beard, but he also wore a wig that could cover most of his face.

However, even so, Jason recognized each other at a glance.

Salman!

Previously succeeded Duke, the official who took over Lord's ‘mysterious side’.

Take the train with them to Tert.

Can be regarded as a staunch supporter of'Siwalk VII'.

Of course!

To them, each other is not a friend.

"Samen?!"

"Do you dare to appear here?!"

Tanier also recognized Salman, and immediately anger appeared on his face.

The teacher of the Deer Academy and the second adviser of the Lord Police Department has only three things unacceptable in his life for more than two decades.

First, the death of the old Sir.

Second, the "looking up at the stars" that I never want to remember.

Thirdly, it is the "betrayal" that Salman downplayed.

Without hesitation, Tanil took out the revolver he carried with him.

Facing the muzzle, Salman, who was disguised and disguised, seemed very calm.

In fact, when he decided to come here, he had completely ignored life and death.

"Sorry, Tanier."

"I can't say anything to excuse me."

"I haven't been that cheeky yet."

"But, there is one thing, I must tell Your Excellency Jason."

After Salman finished speaking, he looked at Jason.

In his eyes, there are prayers and expectations.

"I promise, you won't regret hearing this."

Salman emphasized.

"No regrets?"

"Should you not regret it?"

"Isn't you out of desperation when you show up here? That's why you came to try your luck?"

Tanil sneered, exposing the trick in the other party's words.

Tanier may not be the most intelligent type of person, but he is not stupid.

He has a basic grasp of his environment and recent events.

Salman is a staunch royalist.

There is no doubt about this.

Then, with the death of'Siwalk VII', Salman naturally became the dog of the bereavement.

In the capital, Telte, there is no place for the other side.

It may even be hunted down.

Tanier, who was once a half official on the ‘mystery side’, knows very well that the habit of these so-called ‘mystery side’ officials is definitely not friendly.

Offending some people is almost certain.

In normal times, of course there is no need to be afraid.

But at this time?

hehe.

Seeing that Salman looked embarrassed even after passing through the disguise, Tanil sneered.

Just as he just said.

The other party is here to try his luck.

Like a drowning man, he found a straw.

No matter what the result is, grab it!

Tanier was very sure.

And because of this, more and more disdain.

Salman was silent.

It seems that Tanier was right.

About two seconds later, the former official in charge of Lord's "Mystery Side" said to Jason: "I want to talk to you alone."

Faced with such words, Tanier smiled.

And Jason?

Get up and walk towards the kitchen.

Do you still need to choose from the current situation?

One is a friend who shares weal and woe.

One is an ally who has betrayed himself.

Just because the other party was pretending to be mysterious, did you choose the latter?

Choose that way when your brain is sick.

"Tanil, what do you want?"

Jason asked as he walked.

"Feel free."

"Fries, chicken wings, onion rings are all fine."

Tanil answered.

The two people's conversation without anyone else made Salman a little overwhelmed-he had guessed how he would be treated, and he was definitely not the worst situation in front of him.

The worst thing is that Jason attacked as soon as they met.

But now, he would rather encounter the worst situation.

Because what lies ahead is the most difficult situation.

Distrust!

"I really have an extremely important news to tell Your Excellency Jason."

"This time, I didn't lie."

Salman emphasized.

However, Jason and Tanier were not moved at all.

This made the officials on Lord's Mystery Side anxious.

He stood outside the courtyard, feeling helpless.

After ten seconds, Salman took out his pen and paper and began to write.

"This is what I want to say to you."

"I wrote it all on it."

"Whether you want to see it or not, it is your freedom."

"Besides…"

Salman obviously wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head, put the note behind the courtyard door, and said, "Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, the official official on Lord's ‘mysterious side’ turned and left.

Hesitate to walk.

I want to look back several times.

However, he couldn't look back.

Jason and Tanier just watched each other leave so coldly.

It wasn't until Salman disappeared that Jason and Tanier looked at each other and Jason disappeared.

The note at the gate of the courtyard also disappeared together.

Only Tanier was sitting there, shouting at the kitchen.

"Matthew, do you need food?"

"I'm a little hungry."

…

Salman lowered his head, half-hidden his face with a hat, and walked quickly out of Zhenglishu Street.

He did what he could.

Next?

It can only be resigned.

die?

He is also ready.

only…

Hope it's not too painful.

Salman's special talents and the profession of a ‘divider’ made him have a foreboding that his time of death was approaching.

Moreover, perhaps because of the approaching death, his inspiration suddenly increased several times.

He'sees' something that he can't'see' at all in normal days.

There is good.

There are bad ones.

There is also what he is looking forward to.

It is even more unacceptable to him.

Among them, the bad ones are the vast majority.

What is unacceptable is worse than he could not imagine.

In contrast, the difficulties faced by Jason and Tanier just now were nothing but a feather, light and flirty.

In short, it will be a result that makes him very difficult to accept.

Of course, this result can be changed.

As long as someone breaks the game!

You can definitely change the result.

he?

no.

Although he'sees' it, he has no ability to change anything.

On the contrary, if he gets involved, it will only make things worse.

Because…

His strength is really bad.

But Jason is different.

Jason's strength is strong enough.

However, this is not the point!

The key point is that after his inspiration is greatly enhanced, he still can't see Jason's ‘track of destiny’!

Everything about Jason is hidden!

As if there is an invisible force protecting Jason!

Salman doesn't know what it is, but he knows that such a Jason is enough to be the key to breaking the game.

With this, it is enough.

"hope…"

"It will get better."

As Salman said, his eyes had already turned to the two people standing on Zhenglishu Street under the pretext.

The two men wore cloaks, covering their faces and figures.

Salman looked back again.

I don't know when, behind him, two similarly dressed people also appeared.

Ugh.

Sighing slightly, Salman did not run away, let alone yelling.

Because, he knows, running is useless.

He can't run at all.

As for yelling?

It was a waste of effort.

He straightened his shirt, put the hat covering his face straight, and walked towards the two men in cloaks in front.

Previously, it was to increase a little hope of escape that might exist.

Now?

no need.

It is better to die calmly than to die in the gutter.

The fear of death, at this time, did not diminish for Salman, but at the moment when facing mortal, at least, he chose to die decently.

"Let's go."

When they walked in front of the two, the two behind them followed suit, and Saman said calmly to the two in front.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, so they turned sideways and left the way.

When Salman took a step, the two of them walked forward, holding him on the left and right.

The two behind him followed closely behind.

Salmen was almost escorted out of Zhenglishu Street.

Turning out of the street, he was covered with a sack on his head and pushed into the carriage.

轱辘轱辘!

The wheel ran over the gravel path.

With a little bump, Salman could clearly perceive that he was moving away from Tert—the feeling of death was getting closer, and his inspiration increased again, almost straight up.

Kill me away from Telt?

Something redundant, right?

wrong!

wrong!

I'm…

bait!

Salman reacted almost instantly.

Then, the linear increase of inspiration, with the help of the special expertise of the ‘divider’, let him peep into an old man sitting in front of a small coffee table, greedily enjoying sweets.

But the old man, who should have been completely attracted by the sweets, raised his head as if he was aware of it at this time.

Then, the old man smiled.

Smile at Salmon.

Suddenly, a chill hits his forehead.

Salman shivered.

The picture in my mind immediately shattered.

The old man didn't know who it was, but he confirmed that the other party was the organizer of this incident.

Immediately, Salman struggled.

But the next moment, it stopped.

One of the four people who took care of Salman lifted his foot heavily to Salman, and when Salman was breathing in pain, a hand knife hit the back of Salman's neck.

Salman suddenly fainted.

"'Augur' is really the most troublesome group of people."

"Especially, the talented group."

Gista's voice suddenly sounded inside the carriage.

Among the four escorts, the one who was obviously the leader nodded in agreement.

"Yes."

"That's why we have laid out for many years and cut off their ‘road’."

The voice was gloomy and cold.

The words spoken are even more straightforward.

"It's you who have the specific layout."

"You are the one who made the shot."

"I?"

"On the contrary, I discouraged you."

Gista said as he ate.

In his room, the two pastry chefs he hired with high salaries were bringing two plates of cakes that had just been carefully baked, and Gista did not shy away from them.

Of course, the two pastry chefs who walked dumb and looked dull, and looked like they were dead, wouldn't say much.

them…

Do not!

Yes, they.

I have long lost the ability to think.

All that was there was an order from Gista.

In addition, basically only the instincts of undead creatures remain.

"This cherry crisp is really delicious."

Gista exclaimed.

While talking, he still chirped.

And in the void in front of him, the voice of the leader in the carriage rang.

"You say such words..."

"Those'fortune-tellers' who were scammed to death by you, but they will die."

There is a deep sarcasm in the words.

"I persuaded them."

"Let them work for me."

"As a result, they are pretentious, so let them... all die."

Gista spoke indifferently.

"Heh, what about Jason now?"

"Have you solicited too?"

The leader in the carriage asked with a chuckle.

"he?"

"He is different!"

"'Augur' and'Night Watcher' are different."

"The former is a mystery without strength, even if it is true, we can change it."

"the latter?"

"very dangerous."

"Every one is dangerous, especially when one of them is injured and the others are discovered, their danger level will increase exponentially-so, I will not recruit him."

"Even, I won't appear in front of him in person."

Gista was plausible.

"That's why I am here!"

"But why is it today?"

"Tomorrow is the funeral of that silly emperor. At that time, he will come forward and make the situation more chaotic. Isn't it better?"

The leader in the carriage asked seemingly puzzled.

"Cstal, do you want to know more about tomorrow's arrangements?"

"If it is, you can tell me directly."

"With our relationship, we don't need to be oblique like this."

As Gista spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked the creamy fingers.

Hearing this clear licking sound, Ztal in the carriage shook his head very simply.

"I do not want to know!"

"I'm just a marginal figure in the organization!"

"I don't want to participate in the fight between you!"

"I don't want to peek deeper!"

"I'm just taking my share of reward!"

Cstal emphasized.

"It could not be better."

"Jason will leave it to you."

"others?"

"Leave it to us."

With that, Gista ended the communication.

Then, the sweet-hearted old man smiled grimly.

"Keep your duty?"

"Cstal, you acted too much."

"However, even if it is waste, there is value in use, let alone a Tier 6 professional like you?"

"Kill Jason!"

"Kill him..."

"The last few accidents that may occur are eliminated!"

As Gista said, raising his hand, he ordered his cook again.

"Make me more strawberry shortcakes."

After the two undead cooks bowed, they turned and walked out.

I had already driven out of Telte's carriage, turned a corner, and drove towards the station where Telte had been.

Ztar, who wrapped his whole body in a black robe, covered his face with a hood, but even so, the three subordinates could detect the displeasure of his leader.

The three of them held their breath, and UU read www.uukanshu.com and didn't dare to get out of the air.

A few minutes later, when the carriage drove into the abandoned station and stopped, Ztal returned to normal.

"Gista, you wait!"

"Do you really think you can control everything?!"

"There will be a big surprise waiting for you tomorrow morning!"

With such words, one of the veterans of the organization pushed open the carriage door and prepared to get out of the carriage.

However, the next moment, he was stunned.

Because, in front of him, stood a person whom he totally unexpectedly—

Prince Ruitai!

The'Prince Ruitai' in normal clothes and bare-handed!

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