Chapter 628: Schiller Is Really a Good Person (Part 2)

Constantine and Lucifer's eyes fell on Schiller. From their eyes, Schiller could tell what they wanted to say, which was nothing more than "You are really brave."

In fact, in his heart, he also felt the same way about the original Schiller's behavior. He was really brave.

Putting aside other things, when he saw an angel descending in front of him, the first reaction of young Schiller was not to scream and run away, nor to pray, but to run up and pluck out a feather of the angel. What kind of thinking was this?

"When he successfully threw away my feather, I was very surprised. This made me realize that my disguise was not perfect, but what shocked me even more was that the feather that Schiller pulled out left a wound on my wing, which became a flaw in my disguise in the human world."

Constantine was even more confused. He asked: "You just said that you were not injured, so why did you say that the plucked feather left you a wound?"

"The cause of the wound is not the lack of feathers, but the fact that I think I am missing a feather. When I think that my disguise is incomplete, it is really incomplete."

Constantine sighed and understood what was going on. The world of mysticism can be said to be an extremely idealistic world. Here, it is not uncommon for concepts and ideas to influence reality.

The cognition of a powerful creature like Lucifer is enough to change reality. His power is equivalent to that of a game manager, who can modify any reality from another level that is higher than everything else.

But it is precisely because of this high authority that he holds the sharpest spear and the strongest shield at the same time. When he thinks he has a wound on his body, it is equivalent to writing a line of attack instructions, and then using this line of attack instructions to attack his own defense instructions.

After the command conflict, the authority of the attack command is higher than the defense command. At the moment of this cognition, Lucifer has a wound. To some extent, this is the drawback of believing that it is true, because as long as it is an intelligent creature, it still has human nature and emotions, there will always be times when it can't control its own thoughts.

"What's worse is that I can't deceive myself that this wound doesn't exist." Lucifer shook his head and said.

"Why?" Constantine asked.

"Because he refused to return the feather to me." Lucifer stared at Schiller again and said, "No matter what I say, he just won't return it to me."

Schiller saw Constantine slowly stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up in the shadow under the bed.

"Then why didn't you kill him?" Constantine asked.

He was familiar with Lucifer. The King of Hell was not a friend of mankind. In other words, he hated humans, just like all demons. Of course, Constantine had contributed to this hatred.

He was no longer the archangel Lucifer Morningstar in heaven. Now, he was with the devil in hell, so of course he would kill people. The lives of ordinary people were not important to him.

"Because I'm not sure if the feather will disappear forever if I kill him. If so, the wound will never heal, and my disguise in the world will never be perfect."

Lucifer shook his head and said, "At first, I thought he was young and ignorant, and he might think the feather was beautiful, so he wanted to keep it for himself. So, I plan to come back to him later. Anyway, you humans grow up very fast. You can become an adult in just a dozen years."

"Thank you, I know your life span is infinite." Constantine hit back mercilessly.

"Originally, I had almost forgotten about this matter, but suddenly, I sensed a mysterious call..." Lucifer frowned and said, "I don't remember leaving a call mark for anyone, but there was indeed a force calling me, so I went to check it out."

"After arriving, I found that it was a hospital. Following that force through the halls and rooms of the hospital, I saw Schiller in a doctor's uniform in the corridor. At that time, he seemed to be an intern."

"What did you say?" Constantine asked.

"I recognized him as the little boy who plucked my feathers. I thought he changed his mind and wanted to return the feathers to me, but he said that he hoped to use my power to stop the little girl from crying."

"I thought he was going to propose a deal. As long as I helped him, he would return the feathers to me, so I helped him. I found that the little girl cried because she seemed to be chosen by the devil. I helped her erase the devil, and the matter was resolved."

Constantine looked at Schiller. Now he knew what was going on with Angela.

Angela suddenly couldn't see the demon, in fact, it was because Schiller summoned Lucifer and crushed the demon to death. The curse cast by the demon was gone, so she naturally couldn't see the demon.

"You haven't got your feather back yet, which means you helped Schiller, but he didn't pay you?" Constantine said, and looked at Schiller with that look again, and gave him a thumbs up again.

Constantine is still alive today mainly because he is very sensible. He knows who to offend and who not to offend, whose debts can be denied and whose debts cannot be denied.

And obviously, Lucifer is on the list of debts that cannot be denied. He is not an ordinary demon, and Constantine does not know how strong he is.

"Yes, he still does not intend to return the feather to me, but he proposed another way to repay the debt."

"What is it?" Schiller asked with narrowed eyes.

"He said he can provide me with many strange and interesting things."

"What is that?" Constantine asked with some doubts.

"I didn't know at the time, but I was a little curious, so I let him do what he wanted. Not long after, he brought me a human soul. He said it was the soul of a serial killer."

"I have seen too many human souls. I am not one of those devils in hell. I don't need to absorb souls to maintain my strength. Devouring the souls of other creatures has no meaning to me."

"But he told me that the interesting part of this soul is not the energy of the soul, but the memory of the soul. I can see many wonderful stories there, including how this murderer committed one murder after another."

"At that time, my bar business had reached a bottleneck period, and it was the off-season. I was bored, and I thought this kind of entertainment was also It was better than nothing, so he devoured the soul and saw his memory. "

Lucifer leaned back on the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and said with some sigh: "I have to admit that you humans always have all kinds of tricks when persecuting your own kind."

"Some of the methods of committing crimes even surprise me. Sometimes, I will bring in the perspective of the murderer to see how those ugly human souls struggle. Sometimes, I will also bring in the perspective of the detective to see how the murderer commits the crime from a human perspective."

Constantine nodded. He understood that Schiller actually found a large-scale real-life 3D holographic crime-solving game for Lucifer to play when he was bored, and developed him into a detective enthusiast.

In fact, it is also reasonable. People with the strength of Lucifer can basically be said to have no desires. He has become an omniscient and omnipotent existence, who can modify reality at will. There is nothing he can't do.

Theoretically, after reaching this level, there are two choices: either become a completely ruthless concept that operates according to rules and logic, or start to have fun for yourself crazily.

Obviously, Lucifer belongs to the latter, otherwise, he would not leave the throne of the King of Hell and run to the West Coast of the human world to open a bar, and even divide it into off-season and peak season.

"After weighing it, I think it's a good deal to exchange a feather for so many stories."

"Schiller constantly provides me with stories. When we pass through the West Coast, we will also chat about ideas about detective work in the bar. I found that he is a very strange person. He would rather put himself in danger and keep approaching those serial killers than return my feather to me."

Constantine looked at Schiller and asked, "So, why are you unwilling to return the feather to him? Is there any powerful power on this feather?"

Lucifer shook his head and said, "No. There is no power on the feather. I have said that it is just a conceptual existence. It is part of my disguise. It has no energy and cannot be used. If you have to say what it is useful for, it may be a good decoration."

"Maybe, I really just want to be a decoration?" Schiller took a sip of water and said, "Meeting an angel is a one in ten thousand probability. I can actually pluck a feather from the angel's wings. Of course, I will take this feather back and put it in my trophy cabinet as a trophy."

"As for the angel himself If you don't want me to pluck your feathers, why did you let me get close to you in the first place?" Schiller looked at Lucifer, who was stunned by his eyes. He said, "What's wrong with you? Did you really hit your head?"

"You told me before that you felt sorry, but you did it because you were young. I forgave you because we had become friends at that time."

"Then why are you urging me to work?" Schiller stared at Lucifer and said. Lucifer spread his hands and said, "Don't say that. It's just a joke. What I mean is that you should come up with a story quickly. I We can go drink together, just like in the past..."

Constantine looked at Schiller again, and Schiller said, "I don't know, I have lost my memory, don't ask me."

Schiller cleared his throat, looked at Lucifer and said, "You gave me a token, and I searched for stories about the criminals for you. I think our relationship can be called that of God and his Pope, right?"

"You are too rigid." Lucifer put one arm on the back of the chair and said, "I don't need to preach, why do I need a Pope? We are just friends who can talk to each other very well."

"If I want to be a god, why do I rebel against heaven? If I enjoy the right to command believers, why do I leave hell? I just want to come here to enjoy life, don't drag me into those boring relationships."

"I mean in theory, in theory, if we look at it from a more reasonable, critical, objective and cold perspective, we should have this kind of relationship, right?"

"If you insist, well, you are my Pope."

Schiller nodded with satisfaction, and then Lucifer heard him say:

"Okay, Your Majesty Lucifer, I want to resign."

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