Lord of Secrets

Wencia Street, Moraf Town, basement of Veras Casino.

"Haven't you found that thing yet?" Mr. Lan said while lying on a chair, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.

Moraf is just a remote place. It's like a slum to stay in such a place, smelly and dirty.

If possible, Mr. Lan wants to let the sea flood here and take a bath.

But...

A trace of violence flashed in Mr. Lan's eyes. He chased the sea, but he couldn't use the corresponding ability. This had to be said to be a joke.

But he believed that this day would come sooner or later. When their supreme master wakes up, the hateful thief, the so-called Lord of the Storm, will be taken back by their master.

And then, he will also bathe in the glory of the sea.

"Benevolent tyrant?"

Mr. Lan muttered in his heart, and suddenly felt a little funny. The sea is not something that those mortals can covet. Since he is a tyrant, why should he be merciful?

The so-called Lord of the Storm is hypocrisy.

When La Moye heard what Mr. Lan said, he couldn't help but feel a little scared. After all, Mr. Lan was not an easy person to talk to.

Of course, in fact, all the senior executives were not so easy to talk to. Even La Moye himself could even kick and beat those peripheral members at will.

However, La Moye hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, that thing is not so easy to find. After all, Lord Becker has been looking for it for several years and has not found it."

If you want to appease the resentment of your boss, you have to let another person be the scapegoat. Anyway, Becker is dead, and he can't come back to retaliate against himself.

Mr. Lan took a sip of the clear blue Jemo juice, and when he heard what La Moye said, he became even angrier: "Becker is a waste, killed by a mere hunter. How dare you compare with a waste?"

La Moye stood a little uneasy. In short, what Mr. Lan said was right, and he didn't dare to refute it.

But in fact, La Moye still looked down on Mr. Lan. After all, the sons of God like Mr. Lan were cultivated from childhood and had countless resources to provide, unlike them, who needed to work hard to complete tasks and slowly get promoted.

Of course, Lamoye did not admit that jealousy made him unhappy with the other party, but he felt that the Son of God should not let these people with quirks take the position, which was simply a disgrace to the reputation of the Colorless Giant Eye.

That's right, Lamoye felt that the Colorless Giant Eye was corrupt, and only he was the savior, leading the Colorless Giant Eye to stand on the top of the world and awakening the Lord.

Therefore, showing weakness to the enemy now does not mean that he is cowardly. Lamoye said that he did not have any psychological burden at this time.

Seeing that Lamoye did not speak, Mr. Lan crushed the wine glass in his hand and said angrily: "Damn it, are you looking down on me? Why don't you speak, why don't you speak?"

Lamoye had some sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty, Becker is a waste, I will find that thing as soon as possible."

"It's better to be like this, I don't want to stay here anymore!" Mr. Lan finally said in a deep voice.

As long as it is the Lamb of the Lord, Mr. Lan will not kill because of anger, at least give it a chance. Of course, if the other party can't even grasp the opportunity, it's different if he's just a good-for-nothing lamb. Mr. Lan doesn't mind sending them to death.

Licking the bloody wine glass fragments in his hand, Mr. Lan looked at the tall and hairy La Moye in front of him with a touch of disgust, and then said: "You can go away, wait for Qiubi to come back, and let him come to see me quickly."

La Moye instantly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Although he never disliked his body shape, he felt that his tall figure was in line with the majestic side of the savior, and he was proud of it.

Therefore, facing the eyes of others, whether it was disgust or love, La Moye never cared. But now, for the first time, he felt happy about Mr. Lan's disgust.

As for Mr. Lan's love, it's better to leave it to Qiubi.

Before leaving, La Moye heard Mr. Lan's complaint: "I don't know what's wrong with Feroza. He keeps putting pressure on the sect. It would be better if my dear little Virgo was sent."

As Mr. Lan's subordinate, La Moye still knows him a little. Mr. Lan is strong and irritable. He likes to take the initiative and has been coveting Mr. Virgo for a long time.

However, His Majesty Virgo has no good feelings for Mr. Lan. He even taught Mr. Lan a lesson, but this can't stop Mr. Lan's enthusiasm for His Majesty Virgo.

According to Mr. Lan, His Majesty Virgo is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. He is full of charm, which makes his hormones burst out and he wants to conquer him.

In this regard, La Moye can only say that Mr. Lan's desire to die has not diminished. After all, His Majesty Virgo is a demigod. How can a mere Mr. Blue have the courage to conquer him?

La Moye does not understand Mr. Lan's thoughts, which is why he despises him.

With a slight sigh, Lamoye returned to his room, picked up the notebook in the bedside table, flipped it open, picked up the pen and wrote:

"Mr. Lan scolded me again today, but I don't care, because he is just an incompetent and angry waste."

...

"The protagonist always grows up in the abuse. Although I am only the 8th position now, I firmly believe that the Lord has been paying attention to me. After all, I am different."

...

"By the way, Mr. Lan asked me to get out today, but I am secretly happy... I just hope that tomorrow morning, Qiubi can still walk, wish him the best!"

While writing, La Moye stopped, and the pen stayed in the air, and he was reluctant to write.

Finally, after a while, La Moye's thick hand held the slender fountain pen and continued to write:

"The current sect has gone the wrong way. The Lord once guided me in a dream and made me fully understand the connotation of our path.

"Thugs, perverted maniacs, executioners... This does not conform to our doctrine, but why is it the beginning of our path...

"That's because the Lord wants us to experience the evil side. Only by restraining ourselves and maintaining rationality can we be qualified to become the Lord's true lamb."

La Moye's mouth corners slightly raised, and continued to write:

"But they have gone the wrong way. Trash like Mr. Lan inherited the impotent rage of thugs, the perverted desires of perverted maniacs, and the cruelty and cold-bloodedness of executioners..."

"Only I, who inherited the Lord's true wisdom, can save the colorless giant pupil and awaken the great Lord."

After finishing writing, La Moye blew on the notebook, then closed it again, and put it away carefully, with a hint of inexplicable expectation.

When he successfully controls the colorless giant pupil, this notebook will be read by many lambs, and they will remember this moment.

——That is the great historical moment of how he reached the top among many twisted and evil lambs, and then plucked off the black curly hair on their bodies and grew white hair again.

…

Tuesday night.

“Why at night?” Ubemo said casually while looking out the window.

Now, they are on the way to the Saint Yer Manor, which is named after the Saint Yer family.

Triss suddenly said calmly: “Night is the time when the sun disappears, and it is also the time for people to relax and show themselves.”

“You don’t like the sun?” Ubemo said.

Triss laughed and said meaningfully: “If it’s a different sun, maybe I will like it. The current sun is too dazzling.”

Ubemo was silent for a while after hearing this.

It seems that the Saint Datta family was destroyed by the Radiant Church, and the Saint Datta family is a branch of the Saint Yer family.

In this connection, perhaps the Brilliant Church and the Saint Yer family had a grudge, so they dealt with the Saint Tatian family.

Then, Ilse said, "I don't like the sun in the sky either. I always stink all over."

Ubemo touched Ilse's hair, and then said, "Ilse, don't play around, you won't sweat, and you won't stink all over."

"Anyway, I don't like it." Ilse pouted.

Then, Ilse said, "But I like the little sun and the big sun."

Tris asked, "What little sun and big sun?"

Ilse squinted her eyes, then suddenly opened them, and said in a clear voice, "Eyes! Amon-Ra said my eyes are like little suns. So, Amon-Ra's eyes are big suns."

Ubemo smiled and said, "Ilse's little sun makes people feel warm!"

"Amon-Ra's big sun also makes people feel warm." Although I didn't quite understand what Ubemo meant, Ilse still said it.

"Dear Triss, and dear Amun-Ra, I really can't bear to disturb you."

Suddenly, Ivides's somewhat fascinating voice came into the carriage.

Triss looked outside through the glass window, looked at Ivides in the parallel carriage and said, "Ivides, since you can't bear it, don't disturb us."

Ivides chuckled and said, "Triss is really cruel. How can we say that we have a close relationship, and we also like the same man. What's the saying? Well... Such a choice will make us as close as sisters."

Ubemo looked at Ivides with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and then said, "Ivides, you are afraid that you will cause public anger."

Ivides' face suddenly sank, and then said, "Amun-Ra, call me Ivid. As for what you are worried about, it's not a problem. Tris can't beat me anyway."

Triss faced Ivides as always, and was not affected by the other party's words, and remained calm.

It was just a name, and Ubermo didn't mind playing a trick on him, and then he said calmly: "Eve, it's so late, where are you going?"

Evedes looked at Ubermo with her eyes open, and said with a smile: "Of course I came to find you. I went to the exchange to find you before, but I heard that you were taken away by Triss. I was a little worried, so I hurriedly followed you."