Feng Aotian is so arrogant, I will immediately turn him into a traitor

It won’t be true then…

Gee.

Looking at the black dragon lady at the side, Evan felt that this guy was a little more pure, but he wasn't just a bastard, right?

The Dragon Clan are all practitioners of both magic and martial arts. Not only are their spells powerful, but their bodies are also extremely strong...

nonsense!

Look at the giant dragon that Clara transformed into before. Is the physical strength any different? !

Thinking of this, Evan couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his waist.

He quickly shook his head and threw all such unreliable thoughts out of his mind.

Nasjer was curious as to why he was dressed like this and what he was doing on this cruise ship.

"I was looking at you for a long time just now, honey, and I almost didn't recognize you!"

"Forehead……"

Evan glanced at Alexia beside him.

The woman's cold face and the anger in her eyes were already a trend that could not be stopped - Evan was still very familiar with this expression of a certain Feng Aotian.

After all, she had often been angry with herself before.

But now being sandwiched between two people, I feel a little at a loss.

Evan then decisively changed the subject, and quickly and quietly told Nasjer that he and Alexia were conducting investigations on the cruise ship.

"investigation?"

"Ah."

Evan nodded and asked casually.

"Nasjer, after you arrived on the cruise ship before, did you find anything special or anything special?"

"Um……"

Evan just casually wanted to change the subject to prevent this guy from screaming all over the place.

then.

Sure enough, Nasjer shook his head.

It was normal to think that this black dragon lady could notice anything suspicious, so Evan asked casually.

But unexpectedly, this guy suddenly moved closer to me, almost sitting on his lap.

result……

"!!!"

Evan shouted as the dark red wine was poured in front of his eyes, and in a blink of an eye it was all over Nasjer.

"Sorry, my hands are shaking."

Alexia, who was holding an empty wine glass, said coldly, but she didn't seem to apologize at all.

"you!"

Nasjer suddenly stood up angrily, and the two women just looked at each other, obviously unhappy with each other.

In the end, a certain black dragon girl softened first.

It seemed like something came to mind all of a sudden.

Instead of continuing to compete with Alexia, she whispered sweetly in her ear.

"Baby, please go back and change clothes first~"

He looked magnanimous and did not argue with a certain Feng Aotian at all, obviously trying to gain a good impression in front of him.

Ugh.

Nasjer's little thoughts are really easy to guess.

Fortunately, the crisis was temporarily lifted. After a certain black dragon girl left, Alexia forced herself to leave on the grounds of "let's go to other places to investigate."

For a moment, all I could say was that I was at odds with the Black Dragon Lady, but a certain Feng Aotian showed no reflection at all.

How could she change her personality so easily?

And when Evan and Alexia got up and left...

On the other side, he hurriedly walked towards his room, planning to change into nice clothes immediately, and then go find Evan - he was not where he was just now, so he would call him~

Nasjer thought so happily.

Then, in the corridor, I suddenly saw the lights in front of me go dark.

Looking carefully, I found a tall figure blocking the light.

The corridor between the cabins was very narrow. Even if the other party turned sideways to make way for him, Nasjer had to shrink slightly and press against the wall to barely pass by the other party.

What a tall and burly demon clan.

Nasjer thought this, the big demon man who just wore a suit and had dark red skin was really too strong.

But the woman quickly put it behind her and became content.

All I think about is my "Baby Evan"...

……

Mr. K returned to his room.

Sitting on the sofa that seemed a bit "small" to me, the circular window on the side was revealing the dark sea and the bright lights that were still vaguely visible in the distance.

The cruise ship had just set sail for a few hours, and it wasn't too far from Boston.

Tonight's night is terribly dark.

There were no stars or moon, and the entire sky seemed to merge with the sea, turning into complete darkness.

Mr. K is waiting.

Waiting for Abel to give him the signal to start taking action, this kind of waiting made him a little upset.

If it hadn't been for the repeated orders, Mr. K would have already carried an ax and killed everyone on the cruise ship. Their blood would flow into rivers, their bones and limbs would fly, and their heads would pile up like mountains.

with this.

To the greatest Lord of Brass!

"How long we have to wait?!"

A turbid yellow smell like sulfur sprayed out from Mr. K's big mouth as he spoke.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed on the table was connected to the voice call of "Mr. A".

"Do not worry."

Abel's always ups and downs voice sounded in the room.

"Be patient, Mr. K."

"..."

Mr. K's silence and heavy breathing obviously wanted Abel to give him a reason.

A reason to keep waiting.

And Abel also knew what to say at this time.

"You have to understand, Mr. K."

Abel continued speaking softly.

"Killing is a very simple thing. You can go out now, hold an axe, and kill everywhere, but can killing alone please the Lord of Brass?"

"Hundreds of people are dying every day in the Empire, and people are being killed every minute as we speak."

"Or a shooting, or a car accident, or some other mess."

Abel, as was his habit, began to speak at length.

He said it as if he was comforting or coaxing a child.

"Death is just the ending. How to kill is the key to making the Lord of Brass happy."

"exactly."

Obviously, Mr. K also agrees with Abel's theory, otherwise he would not join the "Mirror of Glow".

"So, we still need to wait, Mr. K."

"Let's be patient, okay?"

Abel hummed softly, and the keyboard began to click from the phone.

"I'm writing a novel, Mr. K. Wait until I finish [The Story of the Ghost Ship], and then let's start pleasing the Lord of Brass."

"Ok."　

Chapter 100 This is the "power of justice"

"The curtain is about to open."

In an ordinary apartment, Abel sat at the table. The whole room was filled with books, randomly thrown on the table, on the floor, on the bed, and even piled up in a corner.

The ashtray next to the mouse is piled high, and the glass is filled with half-drunk ice water.

The ice cubes are melting.

Silently, accompanied by the orderly sound of Abel typing on the keyboard.

"I thought you used paper and pen when writing novels. Isn't that how real writers should write books?"

Right now, in the room.

Ms. L, wearing a golden sun mask on her face, was standing by the door. The petite girl had her arms folded, and behind her was a silver knight standing with a long sword.

"How is it possible? Writers have been accustomed to using typewriters for writing decades ago, and in modern times, typewriters have long been eliminated."

Abel's fingers kept twirling.

While talking, he wrote "novel" in the document opened on the computer at the moment.

[The naive Marquis Rognar boarded a long-distance cruise ship. He thought he could really escape the justice, just like many other nobles...]

"No matter what you do, you must keep pace with the times, Ms. L. Modern society is changing too fast. Not only science is progressing, but all aspects of our lives, including ourselves, are constantly improving."

[But justice will only be late, but it will not be absent. At this moment, Mr. K, who believes in the Lord of Brass, is ready to give Marquis Rogner and his accomplices a real trial! 】

"Whether it's writing a novel or..."

Abel spoke softly, and as he hammered out the ending of the story, he also spoke his last words.

"Creating gods."

"God is just a collection of authorities, so what we need is to obtain new authority. How to obtain authority? Ms. L, you are too traditional to steal and rob."

No matter what age, we are still engaging in traditional power-stealing operations.

“It doesn’t matter if we don’t have authority, we can create it ourselves!”

[Marquis Rogner deserves death!The people of the entire empire will watch this execution. At this moment of justice, all citizens of the empire will unite and unite as one. 】

[This is the power that gods should have, judging criminals who cannot be judged by the people, and punishing evildoers who cannot be punished. 】

【This is the "power of justice"! 】

No matter who listens to Abel's words or reads this novel, he will feel that the pure white man must be 100% crazy.

Ms. L actually thinks so too.

but……

The man in front of me does have some kind of mysterious power, so just let yourself watch and see how he does what he says, creates authority, and then creates new gods.

This was indeed something only he, only Abel, could do.

"Okay, the stage has been set up and the show is about to begin. It's time to invite the audience in."