Ingulat returned to his villa worried.
This place was originally the property of a Butanian businessman, but after hearing that the Duchess of the Rhine was coming to study abroad, the businessman immediately gave the villa to Ingulat.
"What's wrong?" As soon as she entered the house, Accardo's voice came: "Our mistress doesn't seem to be very happy!"
"The horror of Easterners..." Ingulat said: "I finally know!"
In that elementary school, she saw that among the students there were not only civilians, but also people with extraordinary potential.
Such people would be in aristocratic schools in Butania.
But they blended in with the civilians.
Moreover, they don’t seem to know their potential.
Among school teachers, extraordinary people and ordinary people are in the same office.
They were chatting and laughing with each other, and she even saw with her own eyes a strong man humbly asking for advice in front of an ordinary teacher.
The reason is simply that the teacher is better than him in teaching.
This is something that never happens in Butania!
How could a noble chosen by God bow to the common man Luther
impossible!
How could the descendants of the God-chosen nobles sit with the common people
impossible!
But here, it all really happened.
Accardo was not surprised.
He even knew it!
"Mistress, instead of worrying about these things..." He said with a smile, "Why don't you think about how to stay out of it at tonight's banquet!"
"Our guests are all here..."
“Besides, there are more than you can imagine!”
Ingulat listened, with a determined expression on his little childish face.
"I will leave early when the time comes!" she said, "I am young and it is normal for me to get sleepy easily!"
Accardo listened and laughed.
His mistress, though a bit pedantic.
However, I have learned to use my own advantages!
…
Lingpingan sat at the counter and looked at the sunset outside the door.
He yawned boredly.
He was playing with an invitation letter in his hand.
He was hesitating whether to go or not.
After thinking about it, he decided not to go!
After all, it’s really troublesome to go out and have to close the store.
Moreover, judging from the last experience, the standard of the Butania restaurant is not that high.
"Let's play games!" He threw the invitation in his hand into the trash can.
Then he opened the phone screen and entered the canyon.
…
The sunset slowly sets.
In the mountains and forests on the outskirts of Jiangcheng City.
One figure after another slowly emerged from the woods.
A man wearing a sphinx mask and holding the Pharaoh's scepter walks out onto the road.
He raised his head and looked at the city where lights were gradually appearing in the distance.
"Thank you, brother!" he said to the faces that were slowly fading out of the trees.
"Mr. A, we hope you can fulfill your promise!" Those faces said: "Bring back the messenger of the Almighty Father!"
"I promise!" Mr. A said seriously.
The Brotherhood is mysterious to outsiders.
But only those who are in it know that the entire Brotherhood is actually composed of more than a dozen large and small religious orders.
They are churches that believe in ancient and mysterious gods.
They are all people who are following the footsteps of that god.
For hundreds of years they struggled to please and attempted to summon their god.
But there is no record of success!
Of course, occasionally, the gods would impart some powerful spells and knowledge to them through some terrible rituals.
This leaves each sect of the Brotherhood obsessed with pleasing their god.
Other than that, they don't care about anything else!
And these sects each believe in a part of that god.
Just like Mr. A, he believes in one of the incarnations of that god, the Black Pharaoh who came in ancient times!
…
Sitting in the main control room of Dijing's headquarters.
Zhang Hui raised his head and looked at the screen.
"Captain!" He picked up the phone: "The guests are already here!"
He looked at the figures on the screen.
Big data began to compare the federal empire's archives.
"It has been determined that..."
"Brotherhood, leader of the Beast Sect, codename A!"
"The Thirteen Black Witches of the Feast Sect!"
Not much is known about the Brotherhood, even the Federation Empire.
Because they are so mysterious!
It’s so mysterious that not even the federal empire’s undercover agents can infiltrate it!
They can only be archived through the trajectories of their activities and the impact they left behind!
"There are new guests!" Suddenly he looked at the other side of the screen.
A super red dot begins to appear.
Psychic energy fluctuations cannot be hidden from anyone!
That's the fluctuation of a Hell Duke!
The destination of His coming is—a Butaniya business factory in Jiangcheng City!
"Duke Ivey has arrived!" If it were in the past, Zhang Hui might not be able to judge or even detect the appearance of the Duke of Hell.
But now, as long as He appears, it will be impossible to escape the surveillance of the federal empire's psychic warning station.
Because His Son has revealed all His secrets!
…
Zhou Ke hugged Aning and returned to the house he rented.
Then he took out a tablet and showed Aning a cartoon.
Then, he walked to the balcony and looked at the city that was gradually brightly lit.
A smile appeared on his lips.
"It's so lively!" he said, "I won't join in the fun!"
"Lest we be taken away together..."
He turned around and looked at Aning, who was looking at the tablet and smiling brightly.
The ancient prophecy emerged from the bottom of his heart.
The great Old One will inevitably fall.
The only one who can change this ending is His daughter!
Therefore, he worked hard to give birth to countless children in various worlds.
And dotes on one daughter after another who may be the prophecy to change His ending.
But unfortunately…
None of those daughters could bear the responsibility of changing His destiny as prophesied.
until…
He saw Aning!
So He knew that sometimes, the daughter did not have to be biological.
Or maybe an adopted daughter!
Thinking of this, Zhou Ke smiled and asked: "Aning, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Squid tentacles!" The cute little girl raised her hands and said, "Brother's squid tentacles are Aning's favorite!"
"Okay!" Zhou Ke smiled.
He casually reached into the fish tank next to him and caught a big, lively squid.
…
Saharto sits in his prison room.
The Demon Prince's current treatment is quite good.
It can even enjoy customized food now - beef with sulfuric acid, chicken that has been rotten for ten days, and its favorite stinky tofu!
Thinking of stinky tofu, the devil prince's saliva couldn't help but flow out!
It swore that the most delicious delicacies in hell were not half as delicious as this human stinky tofu.
That rich smell, that sweet taste.
More pure than the soul of an angel!
"Sahato!" A prison guard came over pushing the dinner: "This is your dinner!"
He opened the lid and saw dozens of kilograms of stinky tofu that had just been taken out of the jar, exuding a strong smell.
Served with meat infested with maggots.
Let Sahato's eyes light up immediately.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" The Demon Prince has now learned how to bow like the people of the Federation.
In this prison, in addition to eating and sleeping, he receives four classes of education every day.
It was educated together with a muddleheaded-looking zombie, said to be called General.
After class, he has to do homework and write down his experience.
Every seven days, someone will come to check.
In the last spot check, Sahato received a top-notch rating! It’s rated higher than that zombie!
Therefore, it was personally praised by the warden of the prison and gave it the honor of being an 'active reformer'!
This is amazing!
Because according to regulations, the evaluations of active reform elements can be superimposed.
When the stack reaches ten, it can be released.
Then you can get a registration certificate, and you can legally operate in this country from now on - as long as you report on time and abide by the law!
A general from the Black Guards has already come to see it in person.
The general promised that as long as he reformed well, he could work in the black guards after he was released from prison.
Serve humanity and country!
"Serve humanity and the country..." Sahato thought about this sentence in his heart, and it seemed to feel pretty good!
Suddenly…
Sahato turned around and looked in a certain direction.
He swallowed and looked at the prison guard.
"Sir!" It raised its huge arm: "I want to report! I want to make meritorious deeds!"
It said seriously: "I feel that my father, Evie, has arrived!"
The devil prince now only wants to make meritorious service as soon as possible, gain freedom, and serve humanity and the country!
So, it betrayed its father without hesitation!
Anyway, this is a common thing in hell!
The prison guard listened, dumbfounded.
…
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But he immediately followed the procedure and reported it to his superiors.
As a result, the warden was alerted. After consulting his superiors, the demon prince Sahato was awarded second-class merit!
And again awarded to 'positive reform elements'.
Next to Sahato's prison, the confused zombie stood up, opened his eyes, and looked at the demon prince who was wearing a medal of 'active reformer' on his chest by the warden.
The devil prince danced excitedly and promised in front of the prison warden that he would reform well and strive for early release to serve the country and mankind!
Zombie feels that his outlook on life has collapsed!
So, it turned around and looked at a book on the desk.
The book is called "Aliens Have Human Rights".
It picked it up and decided to take a good look.
Otherwise, the local zombies will lose to the foreign demons. If word spreads, the Zombie King will be embarrassed!
…
Lingpingan raised his head and rubbed his sore temples.
He looked at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock.
He looked at the document on the computer again.
Today I typed a total of zero words.
He was slightly ashamed.
"Starting from tomorrow, I must work hard!" The young online article writer said firmly: "I must write four thousand words!"