It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Straw filled the quill with ink and scratched out two columns of names on the parchment.

This means that the owners of the names have completely left this world-no, this statement is not appropriate.

After their physical death and being engulfed by the alchemy tool "Nation of Sin Karma" and their spiritual imprints, most of them have no chance to drift into the space of consciousness and become undead.

130 each, which is the total number of wizards who have been secretly executed.

"Your Excellency Straw. Seven of those wizards experienced mutations after death. With all due respect, this doesn't seem like a change brought about by a loss of control..."

"It's more likely that they were what they were, killing and displacing the original wizards and infiltrating us as them."

Cecil Fiennes Belouser handed a report and images recorded with a crystal ball to the head of his loyal family.

The face of this Mr. Messenger no longer showed the laziness of that time, and no one could tell which of these two different states was his disguise.

A silver dagger inlaid with dark green gemstones hung from Cecil's waist, which was once held by his parents.Because of his recent contributions, Cecil has also successfully become one of the core members of the family.

"Seven people... According to the information provided by Hyde, there may be more than that, so let's move to the second list."

With his back to the young man, Straw was cleaning a dagger of the same style in front of the French window, comparing the arc of the blade against the cold starlight.

The usual tone made Cecil shiver,

"The second list? Several core members and powerful figures of the family have been involved there, I—"

"Just do it, you have my permission, and if you can't do it, someone else can do it for you."

The young man subconsciously straightened his back, and there was no doubt about it.

"Follow your will."

"Fiennes—"

Straw still didn't look at his face, whether the name was referring to the young man or his long-dead uncle.

"Snakes not only hide in dark corners to use venom, they can also show their sharp fangs when necessary."

"Don't let habit limit your thinking."

He slid a new list across the table,

"Within three hours, I will see them in the interrogation room. Unlike those before, I will try to catch them alive this time."

After seeing the names specially marked in the front row, Cecil's pupils shrank again.

"If it's these people...then I'll apply to call the family's elite wizards."

"No, he will help you."

Straw Belusay pointed to the large figure sitting on the sofa in the study.

It was only then that Cecil noticed the sparks flickering in the darkness. The tall man was smoking a thick cigar, and the sofa with the width of three people seemed a little crowded under his buttocks.

He didn't notice from the beginning to the end that this hilly man was sitting in the study and listening!

"I haven't done this kind of dirty work for many years. I really didn't expect you to find me this time."

Adolf flicked the cigarette holder with his fingers thicker than a cigar, blowing out two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils.

Cecil inexplicably felt that this image was a bit like the scorching flames mixed with the breath of a giant dragon in a dark cave.

He also studied at Kraft College, and he was quite impressed with this professor of practical courses.It's just that in Cecil's memory, he was like a huge and docile animal, completely different from the temperament of the volcanic sleeping dragon at this time.

"Adolf the Scourge, a dark wizard who was as famous as Howard Yousef back then. Although you gradually lowered your sense of existence after entering Kraft, and lived for many years with the image of a harmless and kind professor. But Those of us old friends from back then will not simply forget your reputation."

"I've almost forgotten that name myself, so don't call it that in the future."

Professor Adolf muttered loudly.

"If they hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't have come to help you this time. After tonight is over, judging by the behavior of those people, it will be difficult to have a stable life in the future."

He borrowed the list in Cecil's hand and glanced at it roughly.

"There are many familiar names. I don't understand what Ulysses Philip promised, so that these people would willingly choose to betray."

"There are even popular characters in this general election, so it won't be a problem if I kill him."

A strange smile formed on Straw's lips.

"It's just an abandoned child. Since they poisoned Hyde, the rules have been broken. There is no need for me to be restrained."

Adolf narrowed his eyes, and pressed out the half of the cigar on the expensive sharkskin cushion.

"Are you bound... You should have already determined your target, but you just lack a chance to do it and a valid reason. Those people think they use the rules to drive you to a corner, but they don't understand that you have never been a rule-abiding person .”

"Even if you used your own son as a pawn, when did you start? Since you learned that Hyde's bloodline was damaged, or did you always have a way to heal him, but you just hid it on purpose?"

This sentence made Straw frown slightly,

"Don't think I'm so scary, Adolf. I'm a normal human being, and I also have human feelings and basic ethical concepts."

"Even if there are deviations from normal people, Hyde cannot be sacrificed. He is the most powerful genius of the Belusay family in the past 300 years."

Adolf touched his smooth and broad forehead.

"Speaking of this, I'm a little confused. Your eldest daughter's bloodline power is not worse than that of Hyde, right? Or does your Belusa family have strange gender bias? In my opinion, these two children will be able to The strength of magic power is not much different from yours today, why do you all say that he is a rare genius in 300 years?"

"How much do you know about the power of Belusay's bloodline?"

Straw sneered,

"I can tell you frankly—as long as Hyde Belusay can survive this ordeal, he has great hope of touching divinity."

"What? Divinity?!"

Adolf froze in place as if struck by lightning.The sofa was overwhelmed and collapsed and deformed with a bang, broken wood and poked out from under the shark's skin, this sofa was completely unusable.

The professor just sat there for a while, and then re-lit the cigar with the flame on his thumb.

"It's really good of you to hide it, even Fred and I were mistaken."

Chapters 1 and [-] of the Apostles

Jerome was sitting in the lodge bedroom.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening now.

As a self-disciplined person, Jerome is usually used to meditating two hours before and then resting on time at this time.

But today he couldn't enter the meditative state no matter what. Every time he sketched the outline of an object or thought about the principles of reforming magic, the sudden irritability would make all previous efforts go to waste, which was obviously abnormal for a wizard.

His current state of mind is not suitable for continuing to explore magic, and lack of concentration during meditation often brings serious consequences.

But what exactly is the source of this restlessness?

Is it excitement, the excitement brought about by the smooth progress of the plan?Or is it the heartfelt joy you feel after defeating a strong enemy?

--neither.

The man flipped through an anonymous textbook and opened it to one of the pages.On the title page of the parchment is a distorted pattern resembling a moth, which does not belong to any previously recorded religion in the physical world.

"If you suffer for your faith, you will gain the gospel. Don't be afraid of the power of death, and don't be panicked."

The pages of the book have been rubbed and turned yellow and curly, but the transcribed scriptures are still very clear.

After staring at this motto seriously for a few seconds, the man's expression changed a little bit.

"Am I afraid?"

"Am I afraid?"

He couldn't help but laugh,

"How could I be afraid..."

After completing the transformation of his life level, after witnessing that beautiful world with his own eyes, he thought that he would no longer experience such negative mood swings.

One might think he was power-hungry, drawn to carrion like a hyena.But the power and wealth of this world have long lost their attraction to him. Only the will of God is supreme, and he wants to promote the transformation of the world as the oracle said.

Obtaining the position of the heir of the Belusay family is just one of the prerequisites for this change. If you want to set off a large-scale change in this world, you must master more resources.

The first few "apostles" who descended like him had only firm belief and wisdom bestowed by God at the beginning of their birth, and they would not fear or have unnecessary desires.

Is it really because of this material world that has already deviated from the right path?It has only been a few short months since I came into the world in this posture, but I have already been polluted to such an extent?

Leaving aside these... so what is the source of fear?He is in a high position, and he has never done anything questionable with his own hands, even the hands of those who spread scale powder and star chrysalis larvae in the illusion space have other arrangements.

Although crazy killings were going on in the White Rose Manor these days, that was also what had been predicted from the very beginning.

No matter according to the rules or reason, his current position should be absolutely safe.

The sky seems to be very dark tonight, the moonlight and starlight are all blocked by clouds, and no light shines through the transparent glass.

Jerome pushed the window aside, but was surprised to find that the outside world was not as dark as he thought.In the evening breeze, the petals are as good as the bright moonlight, but this difference should not send the petals on the ground to the height of the third floor.

Is it a problem with the glass, which is painted black?

It was only when Jerome glimpsed out of the corner of his eye the glass that seemed to be covered with an impenetrable layer of paint that it dawned on him.

Just as he was thinking about what this meant, the glass on the window suddenly shattered!

Every piece of glass was shot neatly at Jerome's eyes, his pupils and the whites of his eyes melted together, showing a strange moon-white color at this moment.

Two emerald-colored beams of light shoot out from it. They will continue to refract where they come into contact with the glass fragments, forming an absolute area with no dead ends within a certain range.No matter what kind of attacker they were, they would most likely be caught off guard and seriously injured or even die on the spot.

But the light penetrated into the blackened glass, causing only weak ripples before disappearing completely. Although the structure of the glass had been "killed" and "sleeping", his first counterattack was completely in vain.

It wasn't ordinary ink or Yui, but some kind of special magic dye that could absorb light, and it was a trap designed to target him!

Jerome immediately understood clearly what kind of dangerous situation he was in, but before he could figure out why all the arrangements he had left in the hotel were ineffective, the ceiling above the bedroom suddenly shook, and the whole Collapse!

Without even thinking about it, Jerome's shirt sleeve on the side of his arm was suddenly torn apart, and a scythe-like bone knife suddenly popped out from the side of his arm.

He swung the knife upwards with his intuition, but this time the bone knife, which was so sharp that it could almost cut everything like paper, cut something extremely hard.

Jerome was extremely shocked. He had never imagined that such a hard substance existed in the material world.

The blade collided with a hard object and wiped out bright sparks. He tried his best but only cut less than half an inch deep, and his own hand bones were almost broken due to the huge impact.

The next second, Jerome felt severe pain coming from his spine, followed by a hopeless numbness—he could no longer move.

The giant slowly stood upright from a thick cloud of smoke, the top of its head almost touched the ceiling of the hotel, and the crystal chandelier shook when its shoulder hit it.

The giant's height gradually shrank to about seven feet before regaining its normal human appearance.Adolf looked at a white cut mark on his right arm, where the skin was slightly torn, and there were three or five drops of blood that were hard to detect with the naked eye.