Chapter 199 The God of Vengeance

"... Let's talk before she comes."

After taking a deep breath, Angers found a place to sit down in the attic.

"Talk? I know what you are worried about, but I think your worries are irrelevant."

As if he saw what he was going to say, the old cowboy shook his head and picked up the flashlight beside him.

"Let me ask you, is this kind of prop useful for dragons?"

"... No."

After a moment of silence, Angers shook his head.

-With the powerful physique of dragons, they don't need this adaptation lamp at all. They can adapt to various extreme environments.

"Then what about bamboo dragonflies? Do you think dragons need this?"

While talking, the old cowboy picked up a bamboo dragonfly on the table.

"No."

Angers sighed, he understood what the other party was going to say.

"Yes, this is the real preciousness of these alchemical props."

Carefully put the bamboo dragonfly back on the table, and the old cowboy sat down on the sofa beside him.

"The alchemical tools in the past all had very strict restrictions, and ordinary people could hardly use them, but these alchemical tools have strong adaptability and can be said to be completely prepared for ordinary people. I believe I don't need to explain too much about the significance of this, right?"

Sitting up straight, the old cowboy looked solemn.

"Ange, admit it, you actually had other guesses in your mind a long time ago."

"………"

Ange did not respond, but remained silent.

For the dragon clan, he only had hatred in his heart, and it was precisely because of the almost unextinguishable anger that he had been supporting him to this day.

But in recent years, his thoughts have quietly changed, from all dragon clans must die without a burial place, to his inclination having a slight deviation.

…Especially when those old friends who were living in the mental hospital were reborn.

He hated those monsters for taking away everything from him, but the things he had taken away seemed to be returned little by little through some channels.

"Do you understand? Whether the other party is the Dragon King Norton or not, it doesn't matter. What matters is these alchemical props beyond imagination."

Shaking his head, he picked up a bottle of wine from the ground and took a sip. The old cowboy's face became serious for the first time.

"People like us who have dragon blood are originally using the power of the devil to fight the devil. Why bother so much? I only know that we need this kind of power, and that's enough."

"What if my guess is true?"

Suddenly raising his head, Angers looked at the old cowboy in front of him.

"She is not the Bronze and Fire King Norton, but the legendary White Emperor. What should we do?"

"Isn't that better? This means we will have a very powerful ally."

Drinking the rum in the bottle, the old cowboy spoke in a relaxed tone.

"We all know that in the history of the dragon clan, the Black King killed the White King, so she must be on our side. The enemy of the enemy is a friend. As long as you can help in your dragon-slaying career, it doesn't matter who the other party is, right?"

Putting down the bottle in his hand, the old cowboy looked up at him.

"So many years have passed, even Han Gao is about to die, but you are still full of energy. You are obviously an old man over a hundred years old, but you are still rushing to the front line of dragon slaying with a folding knife. The desire that supports your actions so far is revenge. You don't care about anything except destruction. Even if there is a nuclear bomb in front of you, you will rush into the base camp of the dragon clan and die with them. You are the goddess of revenge in the modern era. I really can't figure out what will make you waver."

"...It should be that you have concerns."

After a long silence, Ange sighed.

"I didn't have any concerns before, so I could do anything, but now, I have something that I can't let go. Can you understand this feeling? The legendary white emperor can see through people's hearts, and in fact, she has indeed accurately seen through the weaknesses in my heart. This is what I am most worried about."

"Then according to what you said, shouldn't she help you?"

Looking at him with a sidelong look, the old cowboy looked disdainful.

He understood what Ange was talking about. In the past few years, because of the alchemical potions provided by the other party, the legendary dragon slayers in history have been reborn in the mental hospital one after another.

Those people were famous in history, but because of the critical blood limit and the pollution of bloodline, they became neither human nor ghost one by one, especially the blood-blasting technology inherited from the Lionheart Society, which accelerated their destruction.

... But now, they are alive again.

"The most feared thing for desperate people is actually hope, because you don't know when that hope will turn into a deeper level of despair again."

Looking up at the white doves flying outside the window, Ange spoke softly.

"I admit that I am a little hypocritical and neurotic, but I am really worried about this. I don't know what her purpose is. Is it simply revenge on the Black King, or... on this world?"

"So, do you have a result?"

The old cowboy raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In the past few years, I don't believe you haven't sent someone to observe the other party. You gave her your private number. You should know each other very well."

"The result? The result is completely harmless. The other party even got carsick."

Looking at the old cowboy in front of him, Angers sighed.

"Also, I would rather I didn't give this number in the first place. She called me every time there was a little thing, and she didn't consider the time difference between the two places at all. I was almost nervous."

"Really? It seems that she trusts you quite a lot..."

Reaching his chin, the old cowboy looked thoughtful.

"Trust? I do think so."

Angers smiled helplessly.

"Although I think she is afraid of trouble, so she keeps looking for me to solve the problem once and for all, but now I think about it, there should be some trust in it."

"Okay, is there anything else? If not, you, the goddess of vengeance, can leave. Next is the communication time between the two alchemy masters. You can't understand even if you are next to them."

Waving his hand with disdain, the old cowboy stood up from the sofa.

"I specially cleaned up the attic from beginning to end, but it was not prepared specifically for you, so please stand up, otherwise it will take a lot of time to clean up later."

"...There is one more thing."

The old cowboy who stood up in front of him said in a faint tone.

"You do know me very well, but you still made a mistake. The mistake is not only outrageous, but also very stupid."

"Mistaken? What did I do wrong?"

The old cowboy was slightly stunned.

"Are you going to tell me that you are actually a hidden and powerful alchemist?"

"No, that's not it."

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Angers said in a deep voice.

"I am the God of Vengeance."

PS: Good morning (づ●─●)づ

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