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The little girl's name is Serafina.

She and Xiu En looked at each other.

Serafina took a bite of her sandwich, chewing as if pondering a rather uninteresting question.

At her feet, the hellhound named Little Black Dot was baring its teeth and growling menacingly.

It doesn't like the taste of Hugh.

This taste reminded it of those birdmen in heaven who always had fake smiles on their faces.

However, the little girl next to it seemed to really like the light.

It could feel that the girl's heartbeat warmed slightly as it was bathed in that light.

Xiu En looked at the other person's mature demeanor and scratched his head.

So he rummaged around inside his trench coat.

Then he took out a cookie.

Shuen crouched down, bringing his line of sight to Serafina, who was sitting on the tombstone.

"Here, this is for you. It's fresh out of the oven. It tastes much better than your sandwich, which looks a bit dry."

Xiu En handed over the biscuits.

Serafina blinked as she looked at the steaming, delicious-looking cookie.

I looked at Xiu En's picture again; it was filled with a silly smile that said, "I just want to trade food with you."

She hesitated for a moment.

Normally, she would never accept food from strangers; during her years as a homeless person, she witnessed a lot of malice.

But it feels so warm.

The little girl put down her sandwich and took the cookie.

She took a small, careful bite.

A sweet scent carrying the aroma of sunshine.

good to eat.

It tasted better than anything she had ever eaten.

The little girl felt that the person in front of her didn't seem like a bad person.

Bad guys don't have cookies that taste this good!

So, after finishing the entire cookie and even licking the last bit of chocolate crumbs off her fingers, she made her decision.

When faced with Xiu En's question about the breed of your dog.

This precocious orphan pulled a well-preserved letter from his pocket, the paper of which was slightly yellowed.

She handed the letter to Xiu En.

She seemed to be showing off her pet dog's birth certificate:

"Here you are."

"His name is Little Black Dot, Luceria. My name is Serafina."

Xiu En took the letter with some confusion. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he still accepted it.

The sunflower curiously peeked out from his shoulder to look too.

The envelope only had one recipient's name on it.

To: Santa Claus

"..."

Xiu En's lips twitched slightly.

He opened the envelope.

The letter paper inside features a more ornate, classical, and even somewhat sacred gold-embossed font.

My dear child,

[It was a pleasure to receive your letter; we haven't received such a unique and beautiful wish in thousands of years. Although we were puzzled, your sincerity touched us.]

"Wait a moment."

Xiu En complained to Ivy through their mental connection.

"Did she misspell Santa as Satan? Did she send this letter to the wrong place?!"

We're not entirely sure what you mean by wanting a cute dog. Our staff has searched extensively, and while we have many two-eyed, four-legged, furry animals that can bark, finding one that also meets the barking criteria is extremely difficult.

After a rigorous selection process, our staff chose a relatively gentle-looking individual. Following some (just kidding) "training," he/she can now wag his/her tail, stick out his/her tongue, and spin around. However, it's important to note that dog food can be his/her treat, but not a full meal. His/her favorite food is the souls of the guilty. Don't bother looking for anything for him/her; he/she is very resistant to hunger. Just keep him/her with you at all times, and he/she will find food on his/her own. He/she will also protect you.

When Xiu En and Ivy saw the sentence about beating (crossed out) training, they both fell silent.

The letter ends with the signature.

We hope you like our gift, and wish you eternal innocence and health.

Best wishes

[Lord of Hell (crossed out) Son of the Morning]

Lucifer - Morning Star

"..."

"..."

After Hugh and Ivy finished reading the reply, which was filled with crossed-out corrections and hellish after-sales instructions...

Even Xiu En didn't know what to say for a moment.

Only the hellhound named Lucerne, codenamed Little Black Dot, let out a satisfied burp after devouring the last bit of soul.

Then it gently wagged its tail at Serafina.

Xiu En is now certain that this dog is indeed from Hell. Looking at the reply, Xiu En understands why this dog is so human-like. It's clear that Lucifer has put in a lot of effort to train this dog.

"Recruit! We must recruit!"

"This is practically a product tailor-made for me! Lucifer personally selected the products, personally trained the staff, and personally wrote the after-sales instructions! If I missed out on a civil servant of this caliber, I'd regret it for the rest of my life, even when I couldn't sleep!"

So, at this moment, the original Ghost Rider, which was originally listed as the highest priority, was unhesitatingly removed from the task list and placed at the very bottom.

The research plan is temporarily suspended!

Xiu En announced with a serious expression, but he couldn't hide the triumphant joy on his lips.

"Our ultimate strategic goal is singular: to recruit this adorable little black dot, and its equally outrageous little owner, into my Sun God Cult!"

The sunflower on his shoulder shook its flower head helplessly.

But this time, she didn't object.

Because she could sense that Serafina, though outwardly cold, harbored a deep, somewhat humble loneliness within. It was obvious she had been wandering for a long time, and she was so young; heaven knows how old she was when she started.

The little black dot, Lucerne, embodies a judgment that balances ruthlessness towards evil with tenderness towards his master—a missing link in the judgment system that Shuen is currently constructing.

Shuen looked at Serafina, his smile becoming even gentler, even carrying a hint of doting affection, like that of an elder.

He decided to start with what resonated most with the child.

He took the gift box out of his pocket again and filled it with cookies.

"kid."

Xiu En gently placed the gift box between the two of them.

"I know you really like the little black dot, and I like it very much too. It's like a helpful tool for distinguishing between good and bad, right?"

The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 311 Lucifer's Letter. We look forward to your visit.

"If you and your friends come with me, you can eat these cookies every day in my garden!"

"Moreover, in that garden, there are many children like you who are no longer alone. You can have friends, you can wear the most beautiful clothes, and Little Black Spot will no longer need to hide in the dark cemetery to eat the souls of those awful robbers, because I will prepare the best energy for it as its main meal, and simply let those sinful souls be its snacks."

Serafina stared at the cookie box, which seemed enormous to her.

In this small Texas town where even breathing smells of dust, this fragrance is like some kind of holy light from another world!

She believed the garden that Hugh mentioned, and the children who were no longer lonely, even though it sounded strange.

She looked at Xiu En.

Beside her, Luceria also stopped his growling.

It lay quietly on the ground, its dark yellow pupils fixed on Xiu En, then glanced at the gift box.

Although it disliked the sun, it admitted that the gift box did indeed have a pleasant aroma.

Moreover, it could sense that this radiant man, though terrifyingly powerful, was genuinely concerned about the child huddled beside her.

The vultures around them stopped circling, and miraculously, a tender green shoot sprouted from the withered vines of the abandoned church, thanks to the unexpected vitality revealed by Hugh.

Serafina looked at Hugh, then at Lucerne.

Finally, she reached out her little hand.

My fingertips touched the edge of the gift box.

"Really, can I bring the little black dot?"

"certainly."

Xiu En's smile brightened again, and he solemnly made a finger-hooking gesture towards her.

"I guarantee it will be much more considerate than any after-sales service Lucifer gave you."

The little girl looked at Xiu En's outstretched finger and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, she extended her little finger and joined it with the other person's.

A pact was thus made between the gods and mortals, with cookies as tokens and pinkies as contracts.

"Wait a moment."

"That's what the little girl said."

"Um?"

Xiu En was somewhat confused.

"My dog ​​is not a bad dog."

Serafina looked at Hugh and Ivy.

"He only eats what is meant to be eaten."

To prove this to these two new family members who seem strange but are not bad at heart.

Serafina decided to take them to see Little Black Dots for dinner before leaving the town.

Shuen understands that children can be quite serious about strange things.

Shuon followed Serafina out of the cemetery and out of the church.

Instead of taking the main road, they wandered through the town's maze-like back alleys.

Serafina is very familiar with the terrain here.

She always manages to find the fastest and most discreet route.

Finally, they stopped at a street corner.

This is one of the few dark, dead-end corners in the town.

"Shhh."

Serafina put a finger to her lips, signaling to Shum and Ivy to be quiet.

Then she pointed to the other end of the street corner.

A man wearing a filthy leather jacket and with greasy hair that could reflect light was furtively pulling a switchblade out of his pocket.

His target was a young traveler carrying a guitar bag who looked like he was just passing through.

"Hand over everything of value you have. Otherwise, this knife will be used to draw something on your pretty little face."

Faced with this street robbery, Serafina patted the head of the hellhound named Lucerys that was following at her feet.

"A small black dot,"

"Dinner is ready."

"Waaah..."

A low growl, filled with pleasure and anticipation, escaped Luceria's throat.

next second.

Its body transformed into a pitch-black afterimage!

The thug who was threatening the traveler with a switchblade suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't have time to turn around.

A gaping maw pierced right through his flesh and blood!

It bit out a dirty human-shaped outline from the thug's body.

That was his soul.

"Ah—! No—! What is that?! Get away!"

The scoundrel's soul emitted a scream from Lucery's mouth that only Shuen and Ivy could hear.

But Luceria paid no heed to this.

"Click, click."

It closed its mouth and enjoyed its dinner.

With each chew, that gray-black soul grew thinner and thinner.

The black spots on its body, representing sin, were absorbed and digested by Lucerne.

The thug, whose soul had been ripped out, let his hand holding the switchblade fall limply to his side.

The expression on his face was frozen in the ruthlessness and greed of the moment before the robbery.

Then his eyes became vacant, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, becoming a vegetable who could only breathe.

After finishing his dinner, Lucerne trotted back to Serafina with light steps and affectionately nuzzled her with his fluffy head.

Finally, under everyone's watchful eyes, it happily wagged its tail.

"Yes, perfect!"

Xiu En looked at the scene before him and exclaimed in sincere admiration.

He excitedly spoke to Ivy through their mental link.

"Look! The whole process took less than three seconds! Target locked, precise strike, soul extraction—all done in one smooth motion! And the damage to the surrounding environment was zero! The traveler didn't even know what happened!"

"This enforcement efficiency! This after-sales service! Full marks! It has to be full marks!"

"Are you sure this counts as no damage?"

Sunflower's voice sounded full of doubt.

She looked at the thug lying on the ground, his eyes vacant and drooling.

"He may be alive, but his soul is gone. What's the difference between that and being dead?"

Ivy's leaf pointed towards Lucerne, who was wagging his tail in satisfaction.

"And, Shuen, haven't you considered this question?"

"This thug, he just wanted to steal some money. Is his crime really so he deserves to have his soul erased?"

"Isn't the idea of ​​a hellish judgment too simplistic?"