Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 41: It’s definitely a free gift!
No. 07, Songzi Street District.
The detached villa is very quiet at night. Even the patrolling policemen will unconsciously lower their footsteps before passing by the villa.
Because every patrolman knows that the people living here are big shots whom they cannot afford to offend.
Therefore, they must maintain due respect.
"Look at them, aren't they funny?"
“It feels like a dog.”
Standing in front of the window on the third floor, Skiffins, wearing silk pajamas, looked down at the patrolman who hurried past the door of his villa, and couldn't help but shake his wine glass and sigh.
The scarlet wine hung on the wall of the glass as it shook, and then slowly flowed down.
Skiffins sniffed it gently, and when the fragrance of the wine spread, he took a sip.
Then, he turned around and looked at his bodyguard Angko.
The bodyguard who had just returned to the villa remained silent.
Because he knew his employer's habits at night very well.
Sure enough, the next moment, Skiffins continued.
"No!"
"They are worse than dogs!"
"At least dogs are loyal!"
"them?"
"They are just a bunch of termites!"
"The kingdom was ruined by them!"
Skiffins' voice unconsciously rose several notches, sounding very angry, even...
Hysterical!
But in just a few seconds, Skiffins' anger disappeared, leaving only a different kind of compassion.
"But you can't blame them. They are just a bunch of pathetic people who don't understand the 'truth'."
"well……"
"Poor creature."
With a long sigh, Skiffins sat back in his chair, seeming to be immersed in inexplicable emotions.
This time, it took several minutes for the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel to come back to his senses.
"How's it going?"
Skiffins looked at his bodyguard.
At this time, Skiffins' voice was clear, his face was stern, and his eyes were extremely sharp. Even though he was just sitting there, he felt the oppression of a superior.
This feeling of oppression makes people unconsciously ignore his age.
Although he is just a young man in his twenties, people always mistake him for a mature middle-aged man in an instant.
"The 'flesh and blood believer' of the 'Flesh and Blood Church' was killed by Goethe."
Anko bowed and answered.
"Oh, waste. "
Skiffins commented coldly, then a look of interest appeared in his eyes.
"Goethe?"
“He’s truly a remarkable young man.”
"He is not yet twenty years old?"
Skiffins inquired.
"Yes, I am 19 years old this year."
Anko answered truthfully.
"I suddenly want to meet this young man..."
"Sir, for your own safety, I do not recommend that you go see him - he may have been a harmless boy before, but now he has been consumed by hatred and has become extremely dangerous."
"As long as there is any clue, he will definitely take action."
"Besides, he didn't come back tonight after leaving the Pine Nut Hotel in a hurry."
"Obviously, he already suspects you."
"Please do not put yourself in danger!"
Before Skiffins could finish his words, he was interrupted by Anko.
As a bodyguard, Angke is absolutely loyal to his duties.
Skiffins frowned at such a dedicated bodyguard.
Finally, he sighed.
"Okay, Anko."
Skiffins gave up his original plan.
Then, the owner of the Pine Nut Hotel couldn't help but comment again.
"The 'Flesh and Blood Church' is really rubbish!"
“That’s right!”
"They are trash!"
A voice of agreement came.
Suddenly, thick fog filled the room.
When the fog cleared, a man in a hooded cloak appeared in the study.
The drooping hood concealed his face and the cloak covered his figure.
The voice was hoarse and it was hard to tell whether the person was male or female, old or young.
Angko immediately stood in front of the other party and blocked his employer behind him.
This is true even if the other party is a real collaborator of your employer.
"Oh, you failed too?"
Skiffins asked without any concern.
"Yeah, I failed too."
"I didn't expect that a 'Son of Flesh and Blood' and a 'Flesh and Blood Believer' would attack a seriously injured Secret Keeper and an apprentice Secret Keeper, but would actually be killed!"
"And with my help!"
The 'Mist Killer' sneered.
“This shows that…”
"You are also a waste!"
Skiffins drew out his words and narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure.
"Yeah, we're all a bunch of pathetic losers."
"It's appropriate to call it trash."
The 'Mist Killer' did not look angry at all and admitted it directly and openly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
The corners of Skiffins' mouth curled up into a smile, and his hand shook the wine glass to keep the rhythm, but his already sharp eyes became even more compelling at this moment.
However, it was fleeting.
The next moment, everything returned to normal.
"How's the preparation going?"
The owner of the Pine Nut Hotel asked.
“Soon.”
"Thanks to those idiots in the Flesh and Blood Church, our progress has been greatly advanced."
"Three days!"
"In three days at most, you will get what you want!"
The 'Mist Killer' said this.
"That's good."
"When I get everything I want, you will get everything you want too."
Skiffins assured.
“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”
'The Killer in the Fog' said this, and his body was once again wrapped in thick fog.
Then as the mist dissipated, the whole person disappeared from the spot.
After confirming that the other party had left, Anko turned around and returned behind Skiffins.
"Sir, this guy has bad intentions!"
The bodyguard frowned.
"Of course I do."
"This guy just wants to use me to contain the 'Secret Keeper'."
"Just like the rubbish that took advantage of the Church of Flesh and Blood."
Skiffens
"And you?"
Anko looked at his employer in confusion.
"Some things just have to happen."
"And something?"
“But it must be done.”
Skiffins said, turning to look out the window again.
He did not tell his bodyguard that the 'Killer in the Fog' had found a 'secret place'.
Even if the other party's loyalty is beyond doubt.
Because it’s not that I don’t want to say it.
But it cannot be said.
The constraints of the contract kept him silent.
But soon, he was able to confess everything.
Under the attention of the world!
And now?
"Angke, I'll leave the rest to you."
Skiffins said softly.
Angko immediately knelt on one knee and said solemnly.
"My lord, leave it to me!"
…
At 10 am, the support from the 'Secret Keeper' arrived faster than expected.
"Pulley!"
Morey happily hugged and greeted the middle-aged man in front of him.
This was a tall man with a fierce face. He was not wearing a five-piece suit of trousers, vest, shirt, jacket and windbreaker, but a hunting suit. He was not wearing a hat and his hair was loose, making him look even more fierce.
However, when facing Morey, the man smiled.
Suddenly, the fierce aura was gone, leaving only a sense of simplicity and honesty.
"Long time no see, Morey."
"Yeah, long time no see."
"The last time we met was because of the 'Summer River Banshee Incident' two years ago. I didn't expect that you would come to support me."
The two sides exchanged greetings.
Then, Morey turned around and introduced Goethe to the other party.
"Goethe, I recommend this 'apprenticeship'."
After hearing Morey's words, the keeper who came to support couldn't help but look at Goethe.
No ill intention.
Only scrutiny.
There is still a trace of...
curious.
Then, he immediately extended his hand.
"Hello, Goethe."
"Hello, Mr. Pooley."
After the two sides shook hands, the supportive keeper immediately said , "No need to address me as Mr., just call me Pri. I've heard of you, Goethe - you're doing great, keep it up!"
As Pri said this, he patted Goethe's shoulder hard.
Then, the keeper who came to support looked at Morey again.
"Take good care of your injuries."
"Leave the rest to me."
After saying this, the secret keeper who came to support turned and left.
"Trust Pulley."
"He's a pretty good secret keeper."
Morey said, looking at his friend's back.
Goethe nodded.
Goethe believed what Morey said.
Then, at noon, Swart ran in in a panic and said--
"Mr. Pulley is dead!"
