The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Angelo didn't wake up until the time was approaching night.

He was awakened by a strange feeling from the Clay Golem.

Switching to the point of view of the Clay Golem, he saw that No. 1 was smearing something similar to laundry detergent on the Clay Golem, and was still wiping the Clay Golem's body.

Hiss~ Is this taking a shower?

Angelo shook his head, and quickly switched his perspective back. This is simply too social!

He simply washed his face and went downstairs. When he got to the lobby on the first floor, he found that the whole hall was completely new.

Although he usually summons skeletons to clean up, after all, skeletons are different from real people. Usually, the hall is just rigid and tidy, but now it is more agile with a living person, adding a lot of vigor.

"Hey! What's your number?" Angelo grabbed a girl who passed by.

"I'm number six, boss." The girl stood still and gave a slight salute.

"Well, number six, can you help me prepare a dinner?"

"It's my honor, boss."

Angelo looked at the girl named No. 6 and shook his head. It was difficult for him to understand why such people still exist in today's society. Isn't this place advertised as freedom and democracy? At least it must be independent of personality. What is this all about!

He found Number One who was "rubbing" the Clay Golem.

"Well, No. 1?" Angelo called the other party softly, "This one doesn't need to be wiped."

No. 1 stopped the movement of his hands, as if he felt that his actions caused Angelo's dissatisfaction, and said in a panic, "Boss, I just see that these two statues are a little dirty..."

Angelo reached out and rubbed his forehead in distress. He didn't know how to explain to Number One.

This statue transformed from a clay golem was put here by him as a doorman when he bought the church. The statue is not really dirty, but because it is made of clay, the color itself is a bit gray. Yes, no matter how hard you wipe it, it can't be wiped clean.

Moreover, Angelo found that something was wrong, and he didn't know what happened to these girls when he was sleeping. There was some inexplicable admiration or reverence in his eyes? Combined with the uniform that they put on them, similar to the service of nuns...

In the past, this kind of look could only be seen on those religious fanatics, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He had never been interested in religion, nor did he believe in gods.

Angelos simply stepped forward and patted the clay golem, indicating that it could move.

Under the horrified eyes of the girls, the Clay Goblin came to life!

It first stood up from the ground, then immediately shook its body extremely unhappily, got rid of the water and laundry detergent on it, and then glanced at No. 1 extremely unhappy.

It was this two-legged monster just now, who kept stroking on himself!

The clay golem seems to have forgotten that its image was also shaped into a humanoid by Angelo.

Although these girls were also taken aback by the fact that the statue suddenly came to life, no one shouted harshly. This made Angelo very satisfied.

Angelo patted the two clay golems, signaling them to stand back. Then he turned his head to the nine girls and said, "It's alive, it's the color itself, and it doesn't need scrubbing."

No. 1 subconsciously began to nod.

Angelo sat down on the bench beside him, and organized the language, "You don't have to do this at all. If you are worried that I will send you away, then you don't have to worry at all. You are free to come and go. By the way, Do you have faith?"

When he asked this question, he remembered the fanatical look in No. 1's eyes just now. He didn't want to have a mad believer of some religion by his side. For an unbeliever, this would be a complete torture.

The women first looked at Angelo, and then pointed their fingers in the direction of the pulpit.

"Rasma!"

Angelo looked in the direction of their fingers. On the beam of the cross on the sermon, there were still empty beer bottles left over from the morning he came back to drink, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping.

These women were able to clean the entire hall. Obviously, it is impossible to miss the wine bottle, that is to say, it was left on purpose?

Angelo walked over, picked up the empty wine bottle, and threw it into the garbage bag beside him.

"I don't even know what Rasma is. This is what I made up. I actually hate religion, but I don't hate faith." When Angelo said this, he glanced at the nine girls puzzled look.

"You don't have to believe in Rasma at all. You can believe in freedom, justice, and even a cat. The belief is yours, and the redemption is also yours."

To be able to say such a thing, Angelo has already played a very long time! You must know that in his last life, he was not a great orator, but a second-generation demolition person who waited to die.

But at the very least, the three views are the same as most people in mainstream society. They can have beliefs, but they don’t believe in gods. He knew there were gods in the Marvel Universe, but they were just another alien.

It's like Thor is actually a fool who can only yell.

This time, No. 1 didn't speak, just lowered his head in silence, as if thinking about something.

Angelo didn't know that when people were about to collapse and despair, a savior with superior force suddenly appeared. These collapsed and desperate people would regard this sudden savior as the sustenance of survival and...belief! It is difficult for normal people to understand this.

This kind of psychology may be called the mad believer's psychological effect or Arkham syndrome. It is difficult to say whether this situation is good or bad. After all, it is this kind of psychology that supports these women's survival after being traumatized, but it imprisons their thoughts.

At this moment, it is no exaggeration to say that these nine women are Angelo's fanatics.

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No. 6 quickly sent a plate of steak. After Anqiro tasted a few bites, he found that the taste was actually alright. It was much better than the poor craftsmanship of the skeletons. Although it was still not as good as a professional chef, it was not bad. Those Skeletons can be laid off!

At least until professional chefs are hired, these girls can help prepare food for themselves.

Angelo sent these girls upstairs to rest after dinner, on the premise that you have enough time to get off work today and you can get off work.

Anyway, no one would appear in the church at night, so he could think about what he should do to restore these girls to a normal life. He took over nine big troubles.

Angelo lay on the bench in the hall, crossed his legs, and lit a cigar.

"Crackling~" The door of the church was suddenly pushed open by a gap, and a figure came in.

"Hello, Father, can I repent now?"

Originally, when Angelo came to his mouth, it was none of my business, but when he saw the person coming, he swallowed hard.

The lights were still on in the hall, so Angelo could clearly see the appearance of the person who came in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a hood covering his eyes, wearing a black tights, with his hands on his back. holding a cane.

Obviously it is a very perverted dress, but wearing this person has an indescribable handsomeness!

"Fuck! Daredevil! The New York Gunner!" Angelo exclaimed inwardly.