Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"Sorry, no."

……

A clean white round table and two exquisite matching white chairs.

On the table, two cups of black tea placed in front of the chairs exuded a rich aroma. In the middle of the table there was also a piece of dessert that was obviously hand-baked.

But even in such an environment, the woman in the purple dress sitting on the chair did not smile. She just sat on the chair and fiddled with her fingers.

Radix sat behind her, holding Laplace's shoulders with both of her hands.

"I told you I didn't want to hear it, but you insisted on telling me."

Laplace now has a thousand regrets in his heart.

Couldn't I have just left? Why did I have to ask so many questions and let this guy know? Now I can't leave anymore.

"I think Lord Alpha should have anticipated this situation."

"Perhaps this is what Lord Alpha originally thought."

"Even if it's true, do you think I won't be bullied in the future if I know about this?"

Laplace rolled his eyes at Vitan, looking speechless.

"Anyway, this matter is definitely going to trouble you."

Vitan also behaved quite absolutely.

This definitely means that if she doesn't work today, Vitan will never let her go.

"Really..."

Laplace complained and twisted his shoulders, looking at Vitan resentfully.

"Let me write a report first, okay."

……

The door was still closed and the room was still the basement.

However, all the equipment and magical instruments in the center of the room were moved away, leaving a large open space in the middle.

And in the open space, circular ritual arrays drawn with chalk were emitting a pale golden light.

Witan, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, looked at Laplace who was busy working and said:

"Is it necessary to be so cautious?"

"Of course there is. This is a question of stance. Whether you have submitted a report or not, and whether you act first or report later are two completely different things."

"It's not okay even if you have guessed what the leader is thinking."

Laplace took out a yellowed piece of letter paper mixed with gold threads from the gift card.

Then he took out three sandalwood sticks and lit them.

Vitan looked curiously at Laplace's preparations.

It is said that this is the special paper and method used by the lower-level community to send messages to the upper level.

And Laplace is now using this method to report to the two goddesses.

Laplace first clapped his hands devoutly and bowed.

Then he took out a brush and wrote on the paper, "Can you please protect me from being investigated?" Then he lit the sandalwood, chanted the names of the two goddesses, and used the sandalwood to light the letter.

boom!

Flames appeared, and the letter paper suddenly flew up and burned in the air. Faintly, a dark chill filled the air.

Seeing this miraculous scene before him, Laplace bowed respectfully again, then stood there, waiting for a response.

Vitan did not speak either, and was also quietly waiting for the response from the two goddesses.

About ten minutes passed.

The sandalwood was turned into ashes in an instant, and the ashes that fell to the ground were blown by a slight breeze and formed a line of words on the ground.

Vitan and Laplace looked at the ashes on the ground at the same time.

These ashes formed just one word.

"Can!"

"--Ah!"

Laplace breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and his swollen chest deflated immediately.

“You are indeed a good employee.”

“He is well versed in the ways of the workplace.”

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Vitan's teasing voice sounded behind her.

"Isn't this natural? According to what you said, I will directly ask the boss if I can see your dirty laundry."

"When you see it, will the things you want to know still be possible?"

Laplace can indeed investigate the two-digit past.

However, according to what Alpha said, this matter is a double-digit dirty matter. If she wants to know, it will not only be the two goddesses who will be found out, but Yahweh, who is also the protagonist, will also be involved.

So if she wanted to help Vitan, the intervention of the two goddesses was one of the necessary conditions.

Therefore, she simply pushed the problem onto Yahweh, attacking from the side and testing the attitudes of the two goddesses.

Fortunately, the answer I got was what I expected.

This really made Laplace breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then let's start now."

"Remember, after you've done this, I've repaid your favor."

"Come back to me next time and remember to prepare your reward. If it's a favor like this, then you don't even need to tell me."

Laplace didn't waste any time. He rolled his eyes at Vitan, took a deep breath, and then slowly closed his eyes.

A mysterious, unknown energy is gathering towards Laplace.

Time passed by slowly.

Unlike before, which were all over in a short time, this time it took longer than expected.

Only when a trace of bright red blood flowed down the corner of Laplace's mouth did she slowly open her eyes, and her body couldn't help but sway.

Fortunately, Radix stepped forward in time to support her, otherwise she might have fallen to the ground.

"Will this harm your spirit?"

"Nonsense, you think two-digit numbers are cabbages, but this kind of thing can be recovered. I can rest for 50 to 60 years and that'll be enough."

Laplace waved his hands feebly.

"Compared to this, after I finish talking to you, I will go back to rest."

Vitan listened carefully.

But the more carefully he listened, the weirder the expression on his face became.

At the same time, he also truly understood why Alpha's face turned so dark when he mentioned this matter just now.

If this matter is not mixed with falsehood, it is indeed a complete black history.

It is a dark history that cannot be covered up no matter what.

To be honest, when people become powerful to a certain extent, many of them will no longer care about those mundane things, but their own face.

People like the twin goddesses have been standing at the top of the universe since their birth, looking down at all the living beings below them.

I was busy building the box garden, hoping that I could use it to find a way to make further progress.

However, he was betrayed by the young man he wanted to train and was severely stabbed in the back.

The most important thing is that almost everyone in the upper echelons of the box garden knew about it at that time.

This kind of hatred is no less than the hatred of blocking the way.

"Lord Vitan, what should we do?"

After adjusting the entire room back to its original state, Radix changed back into the form of a magic book and returned to Vitan's body.

"That's enough for us to take a gamble."

"We'll have dinner with Black Rabbit later. Let's go back. There are some things that need to be prepared in advance."

Chapter 6 k Instant Kill of Maxwell

Night is falling!

The outer gate of 1234 Hakoniwa East District, the central temple of the City at the End.

This is one of Arcadia's properties, and the party currently being held here is a celebration of the successful subjugation of Absolute Evil over a month ago.

It's quite lively here now.

Because those who will attend this banquet are not just members of the community who participated in that stop at that time.

Even the community that chose to avoid war and protect itself at that time, a large part of them will come to participate in this banquet.

After all, I didn't help at that time because of fear or various reasons.

Now there is always some amends to be made.

Don't underestimate the shamelessness of these community cadres. To be honest, even Shen Zhentie may not be as thick-skinned as them.

The best practitioners from all the hotels in the East District gathered together and were taking out portions of exquisite cold dishes from the kitchen and placing them on the long white cloth table.

There are aged wines brewed by fantasy beasts, magical fruits purchased from elves, and live food shows performed by many chefs with culinary spirits.

Now it's in the corner of this banquet hall.

Several orcs in suits and ties were holding red wine glasses and gathered together to form a small team.

However, this small team is filled with a solemn and depressing atmosphere.

"Have you decided what you want to give away?"

"Yeah, I wonder if these things are enough. The loss of Arcadia is so small."

One of the orcs had a melancholy look on his face and lowered his voice and spoke in a deep voice.

"I thought this was our chance to turn things around, but who could have imagined this would happen."

“Damn it, who said that Absolute Evil would beat the upper gods to pieces.”

The other orc drank the wine in the glass directly, and his strong tiger arms full of power almost crushed the wine glass.

"Speak less, it would be bad if someone heard it."

"The most important thing now is to make Lord Canary satisfied."

The battle against "absolute evil" is indeed crucial for the lower class.

Because the upper gods had completely failed, if Canary lost in that battle, all the lower gods would suffer.

As the base layer collapses, the entire box will also break.

It was for this reason that, in the battle at that time, many communities would not care about gains and losses and directly accept Canary's invitation to come and help.

However, at any time, there is never a shortage of short-sighted people.

He wanted to take this opportunity to bring down the prosperous Arcadia and remove the huge mountain that was weighing down his community.

There are also many communities that hold such ideas.

"That's what they say."

"Well, Canary, are you going to be gentle with them?"

Today, Leticia changed out of her crimson military uniform and put on a bright red evening dress.

Tall and sexy figure, exquisite and perfect face, and long and shiny blonde hair.

Combined with the liquid in her hand, which was obviously much darker in color than ordinary red wine.