Chapter 154 Gambling Starts

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December 30, nine o'clock in the morning, overcast.

On this perfect day for sleeping, Traynor was woken up by a big ear-scratcher that came from nowhere.

However, this ear scraping does not hurt, nor is it heavy. The touch is not like human hands, but like bird feathers. Traynor closed his eyes and thought about a parrot he bought last week in order to woo an aristocratic woman who loves to keep birds.

This parrot has excellent appearance, gorgeous fur, and a high IQ. The only drawback is that it only learns the words of hunters.

When the parrot said to him for the fifth time, "Who are you?" Traynor couldn't bear it and opened the pot to feed it to the cat, but was moved by the other party's howling screams (annoyingly). ), threw it into the garden and let it die on its own.

Traynor thought about how this beast didn't freeze to death and would rather die than open his eyes. He rolled over and covered his head with a pillow, but the big-eared scraper followed him relentlessly and pecked at his bedside table.

His Excellency the Viscount resolutely ignored the bird. After a few minutes, the knocking stopped. Traynor finally felt relieved. However, before he had stabilized for a few seconds, he suddenly felt a strange and indescribable feeling. Unexpectedly, he half-opened the pillow covering his head due to an unknown feeling, and happened to meet the eyes of an owl standing at the head of the bed.

His shadow was reflected in the owl's orange eyes. Traynor felt that he saw a very mysterious emotion on the bird's face. He picked up the fluffy fur of the owl and prepared to call Turing to ask this question. Where did it fly from?

The owl was pinched a few times unmoved, and said calmly:

"I took your little toy."

Traynor suddenly jumped up from the bed, and then jumped in front of the owl like a tiger on the ground. He didn't dare to say a word when it came to his lips. He suddenly thought of giving the owl a pair of glasses to make it look more elegant.

The owl looked at him and asked, "Did you give it to Richard to support his participation in that matter?"

"...It's me, father." Traynor thought to himself that Richard was tired of living and fighting against my father again, and he quickly began to plead for mercy, "I hope you can see it. He... uh... has always believed firmly for your sake..."

Owl: "He said the day before yesterday that he would kill me when he becomes a god."

Traynor was horrified.

"Becoming a god? The prisoner path does not have a bound god..."

"That's not important." The owl fluttered the feathers on its wings. "I don't care about Richard's behavior this time. I can pretend that I didn't see your participation."

"However, that doll will be left in my care."

My life-saving tool... How can I leave quietly without this... I can't borrow a sealed object from the Secret Order, so that my thoughts will be clear... Do I have to sneak out incognito, or use The item in the Shepherd's path forges a layer of flesh and blood on the outside of one's body... and can also achieve the effect of a faceless man...

Or just go to the private port openly tonight and leave on a smuggling boat.

You can also let Riel take me to the spiritual world.

besides……

Traynor's mind was spinning. There were many ways to save his life. Losing the "faceless doll" was just losing the simplest and safest one (angina pectoris). This debt lies with Richard, I have to ask him to do something for me later.

I just happened to hear that a small resistance group in the southern continent has been doing well recently, so I asked Richard to send someone over to negotiate to see if there was any need for funding.

"Are you ready to escape from Intis?"

The owl spoke naturally: "Choose three o'clock today. Someone from the Eternal Sun Church will come to interrogate you at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. If you don't leave Trier before then, you will have a fierce battle."

Is the Eternal Sun Church going to attack me so soon? It doesn't make sense. Although my property has been moved and sold, it still looks like it's doing well on the surface, and the money is being paid. They shouldn't find out that there's something wrong with me... Traynor frowned: "Father, what happened abroad?"

"The Loen royal family colluded with the witches to launch a plague massacre on the people. The total casualties will exceed 60,000. It is announced that those involved have committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Trainor nodded.

"Twenty thousand of them were added by me."

Trainor immediately stood up and started packing her things.

His biological father was promoted to the rank of one and participated in a terrorist incident in the capital of a neighboring country. This incident will definitely affect his own safety assessment as a close person. In addition to the old grudges from the past, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun might invite him over for tea in a friendly manner, and the sealing room would like to bring a Hunter Path Sequence 3 Sealed Artifact - oh, he might also sell it to the family as a favor - Did some immortal great-grandson just become a demigod?

But this is valuable news! As he packed his things at the speed of light, he thought, this is a good excuse to start a war, a real good excuse to start a war!

If this news is revealed to the members of the House of Lords and the family, it will definitely cause an uproar, and as long as we have a little bit of evidence - assuming this is a war against Loen, the Witch Sect will be happy to publicize its terror, and eating both ends is a cult organization They will be willing to cooperate, even willing to exaggerate intelligence - this is the moral high ground, a just war against dissidents!

It can even bring Fusac and other countries into the water...

The War Bishop was lost in thought, and suddenly felt that it was a real loss to leave Intis. He now very, very much wanted to throw this information on the faces of certain family immortals and see their funny expressions of surprise.

They thought that the Sauron family had the ability to influence the war situation! They also hope that there will be a war to allow family members to digest the magic potion and improve the overall combat effectiveness!

Unfortunately, everyone knows that the Sauron family is the path to war, so there is not even one surnamed Sauron among the governors of Intis in the Southern Continent...

At that time, some people in the family wanted to put all their efforts into being the governor of a city, and the parliament acquiesced. After all, a Sequence 3 saint was quite oppressive in Intis, which was full of things to do at the time. .

But other people firmly disagreed and took out their identity and bloodline to prove that they were unclean things married to the devil, proving that they could not be trusted and could not take on such a big responsibility. In addition, the Southern Continent was originally the territory of demons and prisoners, and they were afraid that they would betray the family and not come back if they went there. In the end, he just used his ability and status to seize the intelligence department and a relatively remote army.

It's so short-sighted that it makes you laugh.

However, going to the Southern Continent is not a good job. Evil gods are everywhere and cultists are running everywhere. Recently, the pale queen from the Spiritual Religion has been showing up frequently. The last queen of the Eggers royal family has many fans. Maybe this is her. This is a sign that the organization will openly resist again.

Under this environment, the residents of the Northern Continent who settled there were inevitably a little worried. Many of them had already rushed back with their families, and the black market began to covertly sell slaves from the Southern Continent.

"I want to go to the Southern Continent for a while first, and then wait for an opportunity to return to the Northern Continent."

"Um."

After a while, Traynor packed up all the more important and valuable things, and entrusted Riel to put the large and valuable items in his small territory in the spiritual world.

Since his immediate boss was right in front of him, Riel only dared to show a white cat paw.

After a few minutes, Traynor felt that his strange feeling disappeared. He turned around and found that the owl was still standing there, turned its head ninety degrees to look at him, and made a strange cooing sound.

My dad is gone?

He curiously touched the brown Cuckoo Chicken and felt something sharp and tooth-like under the feathers. He sweating profusely and took his hand back, holding the Cuckoo Chicken's two paws and lifting it up. .

Could it be that my father still has something to contact me, so he left a dependent here with me?

Should I feed it human flesh or rats... It feels a bit treasonous... Maybe it doesn't need to eat at all?

He carefully lifted the owl out and prepared to go to Turing to discuss running away. While passing by the open-air garden, a sharp and hoarse scolding suddenly came from a distance. The evil parrot hadn't frozen to death yet!

The owl turned its neck a hundred degrees to the right and watched as the colorful parrots rushed towards it. Its talons stood motionless on Traynor's hand, but its upper body suddenly separated from the middle, opening a huge The round mouth full of rings of teeth swallowed the parrot whole!

Traynor:…

The owl returns to normal.

After a while, the owl scratched the abdominal feathers on its belly with its talons, pulled out a complete red and blue parrot wing feather from there (between its teeth), and handed it to Traynor.

Traynor took the feather, his expression even more contorted.

After a while, he found Turing in the pavilion in the corner of the garden, who was pretentiously drawing up invitations to tomorrow night's banquet. He put the owl on the guardrail aside, walked up and knocked on Turing's desk.

"master?"

"Help me deliver a message to the Archbishop." Traynor squinted his eyes and recounted the piece of information. He said calmly, "My colleagues at Fusac have been restless in the past few years. They have been thinking about If a war breaks out, Intis will follow suit, and I don’t want to fall behind, otherwise I won’t get any benefits.”

"Won't you drop by to pay a visit to His Excellency the Chief Councilor?"

"That guy is just a Sequence 4, it's not up to him to decide whether to prepare for war or not."

The War Bishop touched his chin: "Let's do this. After I finish visiting the Archbishop in the morning, you can send him a post that I will visit him at 5pm, and then adjust the dinner time to tonight. Haha, after all, it is still in name only. The national decision-making body, the archbishop will definitely hint me to talk to him... After visiting the archbishop, we will leave and leave Intis directly for the smuggling port."

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Early morning, rare good weather.

On the streets of Backlund, a man who was sitting on a bench by the roadside and resting with his eyes closed gradually opened his eyes.

He has an appearance that is too ordinary to be remembered by others, and it is difficult to determine his specific age. His wrists and neck seem to have movable joints like a doll.

He didn't seem to feel the cold. He was wearing a simple shirt, trousers, and not even a jacket.

He stood up slowly, stretched his limbs in the cold morning wind, and moved his body like a real human, making a clicking sound as his joints reset. Then, he walked briskly and walked towards Backlund, seemingly in a good mood. outside the city.

He was walking on a street where people were gradually getting more and more people. He suddenly disappeared and suddenly reappeared in a wasteland on the outskirts of the city. Then he disappeared again and then appeared outside a noble manor.

He ignored the laws and requirements of the sealed object "Lock of Forbidden" and flashed directly into the manor. Medici, who was training troops, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, only to find that there was no one there.

"Is the induction wrong?" Red Angel muttered to himself, "It seems like something has come in."

"Hey, did you two feel it...hehehe, forget it, I didn't notice it. You two useless guys will definitely not have any reaction."

The topic turned provocative halfway through. Medici stood up from his seat and asked everyone to do another two thousand push-ups. He smiled casually - but in fact he was extremely vigilant and kept an eye on the two conquerors. Listening to all directions - walking towards the direction of the main house of the manor.

Suddenly, he felt something again. The door of the main house seemed to move. But when he looked over, the vague sense of crisis had disappeared without a trace.

A bit interesting... Red Angel increased his vigilance, walked slowly towards the main door, carefully held the handle, and turned it open.

The room is warm and lively. Members of the Aurora Society are performing their duties and playing the role of servants of the manor with all their heart. They are cleaning up to welcome the New Year in a festive atmosphere. It is expected that there will be a grand mass on New Year's Eve.

Red Angel stopped a servant and asked, and sure enough, no outsider came in.

Just when Red Angel was about to investigate the suspicious elements layer by layer, he had already walked to the secret door on the mezzanine of the stairs with ease, slipped in, and entered the small indoor temple built after the stairwell on the first and second floors was opened up. He looked at the majestic cross and the embryonic ceiling painting that might be named "The Ancient Sun God Saves the World", then walked to the left wall, floated into the air, and crawled into the ground like a ghost. A dark room with a wall of about three meters.

Behind the half-meter-thick wall, there is a top-secret small room that only the Dark Saint and the Red Angel know about——

——The abode of the true Creator!

Several layers of black curtain gauze drape down to create a dimly lit space. There were slender protrusions like blood vessels on the marble floor, beating like a pulse.

On the black iron seat in the center of the God's abode, the God who already looked like a ten-year-old child was sleeping. He looks much older than before, and his hair has been dyed golden. It seems that he has gained a lot of strength in order to resist the pollution of the outer gods, but he can still only resist by sleeping.

The True Creator wears mainly black clerical robes, with bare feet and a frown on his face. Blood vessels spread out from under his feet, and his flesh and blood erodes the floor and ceiling. He is the heart of this increasingly alienated room.

His face began to melt - He bypassed the blood vessels, walked over solemnly, placed his palms in front of the true Creator's forehead, and read:

"You will not be hurt by a failing heart."

The true Creator suddenly opened his eyes.

The various chaotic thoughts that had been restraining him and the thoughts that were not his own suddenly disappeared without a trace. Just like the day when God descended, he suddenly fell from the extreme crazy emotions to sobriety. For a moment, he didn't know if it was him. Totally crazy.

Then He saw a man—a man—a man?

The True Creator decided to be more rigorous: first of all, this is not a human being, this is - there is no doubt that this is an alien god, but it is not known whether it is the original body or a descendant of a god. Secondly, this container was an extraordinary object, and secondly, he was convinced that what he saw the moment he opened his eyes was an indescribable, indescribable mythical creature. But the next moment, this mythical creature collapsed into the shape of a human. !

People, probably people.

To be precise, it is a magical mass of color.

If the real Creator had played "Minecraft" or tried modeling, then He would be able to grasp this feeling more accurately, but He has not, so He can only describe it this way: "A picture is filled with background color but has not yet been detailed. The outline of the oil painting.”

"First meeting, True Creator, I'm here to talk to you."

The sound came, but the color block did not move at all. The True Creator suspected that the other party's vocal organ was not the mouth.

"I will not accept any conditions from outside gods. You should tell me where you come from!"

"The barrier has not been broken yet, how did you come to the interior of the earth?!"

The True Creator responded seriously immediately. His flesh and blood surged, and the room beat like a heart. He immediately communicated with his true form and prepared to use his power to start a war! But the slightest movement of Color Block's arm caused the curse to reappear, eroding his body and spirit even more violently, forcibly interrupting all this.

"Listen to what I have to say, True Creator."

The color block made a sound:

"There is a bold human being who dares to bet against me with his own destiny and the future of this planet."

"I'm very interested, so I decided to put some progress on hold and be your good neighbor for the time being."

Only ghosts believe you. The true Creator remained unmoved and suppressed the many illusions produced by the curse: "What does this have to do with me?"

"I wonder if you, as a part of the ancient sun god, would like to bet with me on his future and whether he will die."

"For this reason, I want to renew our covenant with you."

As the god of mankind and the creator of the human era, the ancient sun god is enough to serve as a criterion for judging human groups and even gods. Although the ancient Sun God is gone, the True Creator, as His human side, can still be used as the standard for judging humans and the Seven Gods.

Richard's life can move some humans and gods on earth, but it cannot be fatal.

But if it is the fate of the true Creator, maybe it can.

Him? The True Creator thought that it was just an angel and it shouldn't be too difficult to save it. The problem was that the words of the outer gods were not trustworthy. Would He really wait and see what would happen just because this angel was alive?

Seeing the true Creator begin to think, the King of Decay naturally reached out to Him:

"Renew your covenant with me, God of men."

"You can choose not to believe me, not to make an agreement, and immediately inform the gods of my identity, and bet on whether they will go all out to kill me, bet on whether they can kill me, bet on whether they will Sell ​​the earth to me. But no matter what, I will kill you immediately."

The above issues are very practical, and the True Creator really doesn't dare to think about whether the Seven Gods, who can work together without external power, are willing to work together. ——It’s like a group of people who have grievances against each other encounter robbers in the wild. They have no choice but to unite to resist. But if one of the robbers on the opposite side comes to persuade them to surrender, and there is a robber leader who seems to be rational and can communicate with each other, The thoughts of these people are difficult to fathom.

The true creator's expression changed: "Are you using humans to threaten me?"

"Humanity still needs me to threaten you?" the Declined King asked.

"Renew the covenant—heh, you are Edward? You are really good at playing human beings..."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The True Creator said cautiously: "I don't believe there are no conditions attached, and I don't believe you will fulfill your promise. I once had the authority to judge, and you can't even think about digging holes in the contract."

"If He is really going to die, we are not allowed to save Him."

"...who is he?"

"My student." The Outer God admitted directly, "The Angel of Temperance, Richard Ernst."

"I can swear on my essence that for the time being - I won't take the initiative to become an enemy until this bet is revealed. Provided that you are also willing."

"..."

The Declined King didn't take it seriously: "You don't have to look at me with that look. I simply think that his destruction should be worth seeing, so I am willing to stop temporarily. If he can really survive... I will happily re-judge human civilization. , I wish you will explode more brilliantly in the future. The only additional condition is that neither you nor I can directly interfere with His destiny."

"Make your choice, Creator."

"Choose to make a promise with me, believe in human beings, believe in this world, and leave room for normal and kind-hearted humans to survive."

TBC

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"Of course." The Declined King said with a smile (no smile visible, just a smile), "If you lose the bet, I will kill you first."

The hand that the True Creator was about to reach out froze.