The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 10 Daredevil

Angelo didn't wake up until it was almost night.

He was woken up by a strange feeling coming from the clay golem.

Switching to the clay golem's perspective, he saw that No. 1 was smearing something like laundry detergent on the clay golem's body, and was still wiping the clay golem's body.

Hiss~ Is this a scrub?

An Qiluo shook his head, and quickly switched the perspective back, this is simply too social!

He simply washed his face and went downstairs. When he arrived at the lobby on the first floor, he found that the entire lobby was completely new.

Although he usually summoned the skeletons to come out to clean them, the skeletons were different from real people after all. Usually the hall was just rigid and tidy, but now it has the agility of a living person, which adds a lot of vitality.

"Hey! What's your number." Angelo grabbed a girl who was walking by.

"I'm number six, boss." The girl stood still and bowed slightly.

"Well, number six, can you prepare a dinner for me?"

"It's my pleasure, boss."

Angelo looked at the girl named No. 6 and shook his head. It was hard for him to understand why there are such people in this society today. Doesn't this place flaunt freedom and democracy? At the very least, it must be independent of personality. What's the matter with this!

He found Number One who was "scrubbing" the clay golem.

"Well, number one?" An Qiluo called out to the other party softly, "You don't need to wipe this one."

Number one stopped the movements of his hands, as if he felt that his behavior had caused Angelo's dissatisfaction, and said in a panic: "Boss, I just think these two statues are a bit dirty..."

An Qiluo reached out and rubbed his forehead in distress, he didn't know how to explain to number one.

This statue transformed from a clay stone demon was put here as a guard when he bought the church. The statue is not really dirty, but because it is made of clay itself, the color itself is a bit gray. Yes, no matter how much you wipe it, you can't clean it.

Moreover, An Qiluo found something was wrong, and he didn't know what happened to these girls when he was sleeping, but there was some inexplicable admiration or reverence in his eyes? Combined with the uniform nun-like service they put on...

In the past, this kind of look could only be seen on those religious fanatics, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He has never been interested in religion and does not believe in God.

Angelo directly stepped forward and patted the clay golem, signaling it to move.

In the horrified eyes of all the girls, the clay stone demon came back to life!

It first stood up from the ground, then immediately shook its body in extreme displeasure, shaking off the water and laundry detergent on its body, and then glanced at No. 1 in displeasure.

It was this two-legged monster just now, who kept touching himself!

The clay stone demon seems to have forgotten that its image was also shaped into a humanoid creature by Angelo.

The girls were taken aback by the sudden resurrection of the statue, but none of them uttered shrill yells. This made Angelo very satisfied.

Angelo patted the two clay golems, signaling them to stand back. Then he turned his head and said to the nine girls, "It's alive, it's the color itself, and it doesn't need to be scrubbed."

Number One began to nod subconsciously.

An Qiluo sat down on the bench beside him, and then organized his words, "You don't have to do this at all. If you are worried that I will send you away, then don't worry at all. You can come and go freely. By the way, Do you have faith?"

He asked this question because he remembered the fanatical look in No. 1's eyes just now. He didn't want a fanatic of a certain religion to appear by his side. For an unbelievers, it would be a kind of torture.

The women first looked at An Qiluo, and then stretched out their fingers in unison to point in the direction of the pulpit.

"Rasma!"

Angelo looked in the direction of their fingers. On the beam of the cross on the pulpit was still the empty beer bottle he had come back from drinking in the morning, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

These women can clean the entire hall. Obviously, it is impossible to miss the wine bottle, that is to say, it was left on purpose?

Angelo walked over, picked up the empty wine bottle, and threw it into the trash bag beside him.

"I don't even know what Rasma is. I just made it up. I actually hate religion, but I don't hate religion." When Angelo said this, he glanced at the nine girls Puzzled look.

"You don't have to believe in Rathma at all. You can believe in freedom, justice, and even a cat. The belief is your own, and your salvation is also your own."

To be able to say such a thing, An Qiluo has already played a super long game! You know, in his previous life, he was not a great orator, but a second-generation demolition man who was just waiting to die.

But the most basic three views are still the same as most people in the mainstream society. You can have beliefs, but you don't believe in God. He knows there are gods in the MCU, but that's just another alien.

It's like Thor, the god of thunder, is actually a fool who can only yell.

This time No. 1 didn't speak, just bowed his head in silence, as if he was thinking about something.

Angelo didn't know that when people were about to collapse and despair, a savior with superior force suddenly appeared. These collapsed and desperate people would regard this sudden savior as their sustenance for survival and... Faith! This kind of mentality is difficult for normal people to understand.

This kind of psychology may be called the fanatic psychological effect or Arkham syndrome. It is difficult to say whether this situation is good or bad. After all, it was this kind of psychology that supported these women to survive after being traumatized, but it also imprisoned their thoughts.

At this moment, it is no exaggeration to say that these nine women are fanatics of An Qiluo.

...

No. 6 quickly delivered a plate of steak. After tasting a few mouthfuls, Angelo found that the taste was not bad, much better than the poor craftsmanship of the skeletons. Although it was still not as good as a professional chef, it was already good. Those Skeletons can be laid off!

At least until professional chefs are hired, these girls can prepare their own food.

Angelo sent these girls upstairs to rest after dinner, in the name of saying that you have enough working hours today and you can get off work.

Anyway, no one would appear in the church at night, and he could think about what he should do to bring these girls back to normal life. He took nine big troubles.

Angelo lay on the bench in the hall, crossed his legs, and lit a cigar.

"Crack~" The door of the church was suddenly pushed open a gap, and a figure came in.

"Hello, Father, may I confess now?"

An Qiluo's nonsense that was on his lips, when he saw the person coming, he swallowed it abruptly.

The light was still on in the hall, so An Qiluo could clearly see the appearance of the person who came in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a hood covering his eyes, wearing a black tights, and his hands holding a walking stick.

It's obviously a perverted outfit, but there is an indescribable handsomeness in this person's body!

"Fuck! Daredevil! New York Cannon King!" Angelo exclaimed inwardly.