Eve pulled Lidya, or the other way around according to common sense among us, and stepped into the warehouse.
Eve raised her head, first looked at the warehouse, which in her eyes was barely kept intact in the same way as stacking blocks, and then said, "I mean no harm."
In the compartment on the side wall of the warehouse, the worker who had spoken to James looked over and said, "How about showing your sincerity? Let me introduce myself first."
"I've expressed it." Eve let go of Lidia's hand, walked gently in front, raised her jade-like arm, tapped her fingers, and something changed in the air.
Under the dim light in the warehouse, where the workers had used something like black mist to crush the butterfly, fragments of red light and shadow appeared in the suspended space, slowly gathering between Eve's raised fingers.
The red light and shadow of the fragments regrouped, and the red butterfly appeared again, stopping on Eve's white fingers and flapping its wings, "But you destroyed my messenger."
Eve raised her fingers lightly, and the butterfly flapped its wings, spinning around Eve several times before disappearing.
The worker who was still in the cubicle raised his eyebrows, as if he still didn't know what, uh, method this was? ability? With interest, "I don't want to. If your messenger is a mouse, cockroach or something, I won't destroy it. After all, this is a warehouse." The worker shrugged, and continued without any abnormal expression, "I don't I hope the detective who just borrowed the phone finds something unusual."
Eve pursed her lips and said, "Okay, the reason I accept you is that I'm not thoughtful enough."
"It doesn't matter." The worker was still sitting behind his narrow desk, "I discovered it in time." Oh, I must have destroyed it in time. "Did your messenger carry your sincerity? Now I can only ask you to tell me personally."
Eve, who had not been greeted, pursed her lips, walked to the small cubicle, and sat down in front of the desk, "Although I already know that you are a devil, before I introduce myself, I hope you can introduce me first. Eve glanced at Lidia, who was looking for an extra chair behind her, and shook her head helplessly, "After all, this is Smith's property. We are legitimately members of the Smith family, and you are just an employee of Smith."
Eve's meaning is easy to understand. She is Rimmer. She will come to Barton and Smith's house to take revenge on Smith for ruining her 'Varmina' industry chain. It's too unpleasant to hear, well, so I came to take over Smith's property properly.
So, as you can imagine, when Eve came to 'inspect' the property that would be their own in the future for Rimmer for the first time for an unexpected reason (the summons of the police detective and Smith), she discovered that this secret industry had hidden problems on the surface. Disguise - workers in a building materials warehouse. The feeling when you are actually a devil.
So it is clear that there is a fight for ownership of the Smith property. Start now.
"Uh..." Lidya, who had not found a chair, seemed to be building momentum for Eve, "If you don't honestly reveal your identity, I will fire you. Well." She curled her lips, "With this right, I There should be more."
Not helpful at all.
The workers were amused. "Ms. Smith, you are so funny, haha..." After laughing, his face lost expression, "This container of mine is the father of two children. You can do whatever you want."
"Okay, Lidya." Eve waved her hand, really not wanting to pay attention, and looked at the demon worker opposite, "I can feel that your rank is not high, you are just a low-level demon, and you used some strange method to become an intermediate-level demon. The ability of demons (Constantine’s research, the method used by Seth). I am above you, and as a condition for peaceful communication, I hope to know where the person I am talking to is among the Barton demons.”
The worker frowned. He had just claimed to be an intermediate devil to James, but now he was exposed. He stared at the two unidentified people in front of him with vigilance. Oh, they were clearly human beings, but they were unknown aliens. "Who are you?"
Eve's eyes moved elsewhere, as if the delicate porcelain doll's lips moved randomly, "You can guess."
"There is something about you that I instinctively reject." The worker frowned and stared at Eve, who was clearly just a little girl in front of him. "And the abilities you use are something I have never seen before. I don't know what you are, but It’s definitely not something that a human family like Smith can handle!”
Lidia seemed to have some objections to the worker's statement. She held the back of the chair where Eve was sitting, leaning forward with an offended look on her face, "We are members of the Smith family, we are not something we need to deal with." ,'thing'."
Lidia ignored Eve's raised hand to comfort her, which was also an action to show her that she didn't have to argue with the low-price devil in front of her, "I have been away from Smith for a long time, and I don't know about Smith's industry or my family's industry. , how did you get involved by these 'things'! But now that I'm back, if you are conscious enough, it's best..."
"Lidya!" Eve suddenly raised her voice, "The fallen angel is here!"
The fallen angels are coming!
The black wings suddenly spread out right above the worker, and the light, which was instantly shattered by the sudden appearance of things, scattered chaotically, as if the feathers falling from the wings filled the field of vision!
"What's the best?" Fallen Angel, is there a second Fallen Angel among Barton? With a smile on her face, Crowley squinted her blue eyes, looked down at the two people in front of her, and then slightly curved her mouth. Looking around the place she suddenly came to, "Let this shabby warehouse completely collapse?"
The workers have stood up and given up their seats.
The black wings refracted the light, and then disappeared. The hanging Crowley crossed her long legs, slightly moved a trace of short hair from her forehead, and landed behind the desk. She moved her body slightly to adjust her sitting posture. , "Would you like to introduce yourself? I don't think you need to." Her eyes fell on Eve's face, "How long has it been since you last appeared in front of people, and everyone doesn't recognize you anymore? My comrades from four centuries ago. (Colonial War Four Centuries Ago, Thirteen Clans and Demons), Rimmer.”
Lidya was still surprised by the way the person in front of her appeared. Eve pursed her lips and patted Lidya's hand, "You go out first, the owner of the Barton Demon is here. We need to talk."
Crowley actually turned her head and looked at the worker who had just given up her seat. "You also go out and take care of Miss Smith."
"This is my family's property, I don't need to take care of it." Inexplicably, Lidia didn't like this fallen angel who suddenly appeared, and her unhappy eyes stayed on, eh. On Crowley's long legs...
"Believe me." Crowley changed directions without hesitation and crossed a pair of overlapping legs, showing off her strengths in all directions, "You need someone to take care of this warehouse. Your sparse Rimmer Blood cannot provide you with any safety. You will need the care of a low-level demon."
Is this a counterattack against Eve for revealing the rank of the demon worker? yes. Still very successful.
Eve frowned, "Lidya, go ahead."
When the two 'low-level' people came out of the compartment, the conversation between the two high-level people started. It's officially started.
"It seems that we have a bad start." Eve looked at the fallen angel without expression. Of course, she would not have an expression. In her opinion, the fallen angel had got its hands on the Smith she wanted to have, and the fallen angel was an obstacle. .
"Isn't it good?" Crowley smiled, "I think we have a very good start."
"Oh? Really." Eve looked at the person opposite, "My stepmother, Lidia Smith. Returned to her home in Barton, and then discovered that there were demons involved in her family business. And you, The devil who sneaked into Smith's industry discovered that the returning Miss Smith was Rimmer. I don't think there is any need to mention that our goal is Smith's industry, so please try to explain to me what's so good about this. We are comrades-in-arms 'Relationship. It ended after the colonial war. Please don't mention it childishly."
"Is your target the Smith's industry?" Crowley kept smiling, "Oh, look at me, this doesn't need to be confirmed at all. As the manufacturer of 'Valmina', it seems that you have suffered a lot of losses due to Smith. big."
Eve frowned. She knew nothing about the things in Barton. This was a disadvantage. Obviously, what Crowley meant at this time was that the people in Barton had already predicted that the creation of 'Varmina' would come. Barton.
"But don't worry, my goal is not..." Crowley paused and smiled wider, "It is no longer Smith's industry."
"No longer." Eve looked at Crowley, "It used to be."
"Yes." Crowley looked away, with an unknown smile on her lips, "There was a time when I did target Smith and tried to control it, but." Crowley blinked, "It happened. Something happened and I gave up."
Was Crowley being thwarted by the Grand Vampire from being so generous and honest? of course not!
"Oh! Speaking of this, you should thank me." Crowley looked at Eve again, "If you hadn't tried to do something to Smith, your 'Valmina' of Rimel would not have entered Barton. The market that Smith firmly monopolizes." (In order to find out who was behind the recording incident, Smith cut off the product supply, providing an opportunity for the outside product 'Valmina' to invade Barton. Old Hardy explained in the commission.)
"I won't thank you." Eve shook her head calmly, "If 'Valmina' hadn't entered Barton, our Rimmel industry wouldn't have been controlled by Smith and attacked by the federation." Eve's calmness expressed her At least I know that although this won't be a thank you, it won't be an unreasonable anger either. Quite rational.
Crowley raised her eyebrows and nodded, satisfied with the equality of status. Reason is also a condition for peaceful communication.
"Then I think I need to explain the situation in this warehouse." Crowley stopped smiling, "As you can see, my people are just workers in this warehouse and have not gone underground..." Ke Laurie paused for a moment and confirmed that Eve knew that Smith's private property was underground. "I think this proves that we have no intention of attacking Smith's property."
Eve nodded, then shook her head, "There was obviously a fire in this warehouse, and there are two police detectives outside investigating the matter."
Eve turned her head and observed the warehouse they said they were in, "You have maintained the integrity of the warehouse, but I can see that this warehouse has collapsed in the fire. Its current intact state is entirely dependent on your strength. Maintain." She looked at Lidia for a while, "So, this doesn't prove anything. It can only mean that you are still trying to defend this warehouse." She looked at the ground, "It makes me more curious about what is down there, maybe more than Lidya said it’s just Smith’s factory.”
"You're right." Crowley nodded, "It's not quite right. There's nothing worth guarding down there. We're just doing this to keep the warehouse in a state where it won't be attacked by the human police. After the fire, there are too many It was just a matter of concern. Smith should be grateful to us for keeping his private property safe."
"Smith won't thank you." Eve said bluntly, "You either control Smith, or Smith doesn't know the existence of your demons at all, so there won't be any thanks."
"You can thank me." Crowley actually smiled.
Eve glanced at the fallen angel, and she began to feel that the fallen angel was always guiding something.
Crowley blinked. "My people's presence here has nothing to do with Smith's industry. It's related to Smith's industry. Do you know what happened down there? What's the cause of the fire?"
Eve shook her head directly.
"A dead soul who was born a demon has advanced below."
"World punishment." Eve frowned, as if saying to herself, "Lidya was right."
"I think that's enough of an explanation." Crowley pursed her lips, "We were just involved when we were looking after our own people, and then we managed to keep the secrets of the Smith Industry intact."
"Even if I accept your statement." Eve still shook her head, "I still want to know why one of your 'ones'. The undead who is born a demon will advance here."
"Because the undead's fiancée was killed by your Smith's current owner, Mr. Smith. After 'Varmina' appeared frequently in front of him, he asked her to conduct research on 'Varmina' here." Crow Li raised her eyebrows, as if she was telling a piece of gossip, "This undead soul was also Smith's original employee. He also died of Smith."
Eve opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. But closed it again.
"So there is no problem between us?" Crowley's smile returned.
Eve thought for a while and looked at Crowley's smile, "No more."
"Then let's go back to the beginning. You see, this is a good start."
Eve confirmed that this fallen angel was indeed guiding something. It seems that you shouldn't let the other party get too comfortable. So, Eve shook her head, "This is not a good start. It's just that we don't have to be in opposition."
"Of course there is no need for confrontation." Crowley curled her lips and brushed the short hair from her forehead, "We just met. I have already told you so much about Smith, about us, about Barton's 'Valmina', so many things... "
Well, there are indeed quite a few. There is a natural demon undead among Smith's employees. Smith tried to study 'Varmina', and the devil tried to control Smith but failed...
"I can tell you more things about Barton~" Crowley curled her eyes.
It was an offer Eve Rimmer (Smith) couldn't refuse...
"Detective Lance! Are you done talking?" Lidia's voice came from outside, "Eve is painting inside!"
Crowley gave Eve a final smile and disappeared.
In the end, Eve was unable to ask the name of the fallen angel, or even why the demon master in a city didn't even have a container.
We can answer this latter question -
It’s not that there’s nothing, it’s Crowley who just came back from the Republic!
Yes, when Zach, the vampire of Grande, was still introducing Amelia to Shepard, an old truck appeared out of thin air on the coast on the east side of the South District. John, who was acting as the driver, was stunned for a while. , "Where are the fallen angels?"
"Let's go." Sibella tugged on the shawl on her shoulders. Perhaps because she had just returned from the Republic, the shawl that originally seemed too heavy in the summer had turned into a silk texture. "Let's go back too."
"Oh." John responded and started the truck.
"Wait a minute." Sibella rolled down the car window, "Something has changed."
"What?"
Sibella closed her eyes and seemed to feel the air, "John, our plan, the barrier has been unfolded. Benjamin listened to me."
John was stunned again, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Yes! The law has changed!"
Well. God knows what these two wizards felt.
"Let's go to Grande first. We need to thank Benjamin." Sibella leaned back in her seat, gave the order, and then curled her lips as if impatient, "Just try to find out the vampire's mood."
"He's definitely not going to be happy," John responded.
"It doesn't matter if he's not happy. Our plan has been implemented. He can only bear more and more Indian 'seed' from Barton in the future." Sibella tilted her head and leaned against the backrest with her eyes closed.
Well, it's not a feeling of air, it's just jet lag.
Oh, by the way, these two are the only ones in the car. The Saints are not here. (..)