The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Red Robin had been silently looking at the scenery outside the taxi window. Lilith asked in his mind: What did you understand?

The murderer had a grudge against Cain.

The span of thinking was so big that Lilith couldn't react for a moment. She was silent for a while and asked: Why?

A very simple logical inference question... Oh, I forgot that you are a devil and should not read the Bible. Abel's sacrifice to God was the fat of the sheep he shepherded, and God was pleased with it.

If the person who died was a human, then I think it might have been the work of a serial killer who used stories from the Bible as a theme, but that man was a vampire, a subordinate of Mary, the Blood Queen, and the owner of the Blood Queen was the hidden.

So, I left there immediately, because I knew that the Blood Queen Mary would not ignore the death of her men. Soon Mary would come there to check the situation. The stupid woman would not know why and retell the scene to Her master listened, and even brought her master there.”

Cain saw with his own eyes how the youngest son who was favored by God killed a lamb and took away the fat from its belly, and gained more love through this sacrifice. He would definitely be stimulated by this scene, so you guessed it, On whom will he vent his anger?

...Mary? Lilith speculated.

You're not too stupid. Red Robin's tone was so calm that Lilith couldn't even find a reason to be angry with him.

Red Robin sighed softly and took out the small display screen from his arms. As soon as the screen was opened, Cain's gloomy face appeared in the center of the screen.

The camera was set up just above the corpse, and Cain's every expression as he stared at the corpse could be clearly seen.

His pale and handsome face had an impenetrable cold expression, while Blood Queen Mary stood on the side of the corpse and screamed sharply: How dare he kill my child?! He is my number one A descendant, my eldest son! I will definitely drain his blood!

When he heard the word eldest son, Cain's pupils shrank slightly. Suddenly, Blood Queen Mary was slapped to the ground by an invisible force.

She lay on the ground and looked around in disbelief, and then met Cain's extremely cold eyes.

Oh my god, master, great ancestor, please forgive me! I didn't expect that Morgan would be killed! This damn waste of his would actually drink mercury... Master, please rest assured, this will never happen. Our great plan is in the way! I still have many excellent descendants... uh uh uh!!!

Scarlet Queen Mary let out a sharp scream. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes protruding, and she kept scratching her chin with her hands as if she was being strangled by the neck.

Master, save me...

With a bang, Mary was thrown to the ground beside the door. Her gorgeous dress was stained with blood. She clutched her chest and gasped and coughed in pain. When Cain walked past her, he didn't even look at her.

Find the murderer and bring him to me.

The taxi stopped by the Thames River. The spectacular Westminster Abbey was even more majestic in the night. Red Robin got out of the car and walked towards Westminster Abbey.

Westminster Abbey was not open to visitors during this time, but this did not stop the agile Red Robin. He successfully diverted the night shift security guard and slipped in from the transept on the side of the church.

I don't think people who would take off all the skin from the abdomen and waist of a humanoid creature and scrape off the fat would truly believe in God. Red Robin said while walking in the dark church: God is just what they do. It’s just an excuse for crazy behavior.”

But I don't think he was just killing, but wanted to leave some message. Belly fat is a sacrifice to God, and Westminster Abbey is known as the place closest to God in Britain.

Going out along the side door of the transept, bypassing the courtyard, Red Robin deliberately walked in through the main entrance of the auditorium. The huge pointed door was pushed open a small crack, and a sword-like light shot out from the crack. , the patterns on the carpet were blurred.

A ceremony was held here not long ago, Red Robin thought, and walked in through the crack in the door. His boots made no sound when stepping on the dark red carpet. The silence in Westminster Abbey was overwhelming.

Walking along the long red carpet to the pulpit, in the cold moonlight filtered through the three huge pointed Gothic windows, a glass bottle as clear as a gemstone was placed in the center of the pulpit.

Red Robin slowly walked over and stretched out his hand towards the glass bottle. He stared at the fat that had settled in the bottle and said as if he was dreaming: Honey and wine...

When Red Robin's fingertips almost touched the glass bottle, he slowly put down his hand, took a deep breath and said, No, the ceremony is not completed yet, he still needs more sacrifices.

Red Robin looked around, as if he saw the densely packed jars that had not yet appeared but were already in his field of vision - filling the entire pulpit, containing creams like jade and newborn skin.

Red Robin watched all this quietly. He devoted himself to observing, understanding and appreciating, and then further imagining.

He would put wax wicks in all the bottles and let them burn like sermon candles, letting the smoke and moonlight rise to the sky...

Red Robin spoke vaguely until Lilith woke him up with a high-pitched call. The ancient demon said in a surprised tone: If I were not the devil, I would really think you were bewitched by the devil! You What are you talking about?

Art. Red Robin lowered his eyes and looked at the endless candlelight that did not exist. He once again stretched out a hand and placed it on the edge of the pulpit, and said: The art of deconstructing life that you cannot understand. Art.

Let the unaccepted become sacrifices to be slaughtered, let the blood of those who thirst for blood be abandoned, let the life of the immortal become a short-burning candle, let...let...no! No! This is incomplete!

Red Robin turned left and right, looked around, and said in a louder voice: There's still a part missing. This painting is missing a corner!

Wake up! Tim! Lilith shouted: You have been bewitched, I order you to wake up!

In an instant, the spiritual power belonging to the ancient demon was released. Red Robin covered his head and groaned in pain, but he knelt down weakly and hugged his head and said: Don't interfere with me, I am looking for what is missing from this great work of art. A corner of…”

Who is the devil?! Can you wake up??!

I know! I know! Red Robin suddenly straightened up, held on to the chair next to him, stumbled to the pulpit, and then looked up.

The three huge Gothic spire windows have complex patterns that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but Red Robin did not look at the windows themselves, but looked at the sky outside the windows.

What the hell are you doing?! Lilith roared.

Shhh... Red Robin stretched out a finger to make a silent gesture and said, Did you hear it? The sound of birds flapping their wings...

He just stared at the window so intently, not noticing the passage of time outside, until the night became darker and darker, and the dark clouds completely blocked the moonlight.

The sound of crash echoed, but it was not Red Robin's hallucination, but a real, tiny sound.

Lilith looked at the sky through Red Robin's eyes. The dark clouds were dispersed by countless swirling air currents, which were the wind brought by the flapping wings of bats.

Thousands of bats flew over the foggy city, blocking all light. In the dark church, only the young man's pupils burst out with a bright light.

The light of the torch hurriedly passed through the eyes of Jim, the master of the dark night. Screams, blood and fire filled the entire manor. A group of bats passed over Jim's head and turned into the human form of Bennett. He suddenly turned back and looked out the window.

When he saw the endless bats in the sky rushing towards the London skyline like black clouds, his pupils suddenly shrank.

After being stiff for a moment, Bennett turned to Dark Night Master Jim and said, We were fooled! Their target is London! Go back!

Jim, the master of the dark night, rushed to the window in three steps and two steps at a time. He stared at the bat army in the sky with his mouth open. He cursed fiercely, looked back at the interior of the manor with some worry and said.

No, we can't leave the Yosegoi family alone. They have guarded the blood of Merlin for generations. If a vampire gets it, they may become stronger.

At this time, Boston the Dead hurried over from the side door of the manor and said, Have you seen it? The Vampires are attacking London on a large scale, and the Second Vampire War is about to break out!

There is no such thing as a vampire war... Jim shook his head and said, The Archmage suffered heavy casualties, the magic world was in disarray, and we couldn't even organize a decent counterattack.

But we can't just give up on London. Dead Man Boston pursed his lips and said, You know what harm it will do to the world if they turn all the people in London into blood descendants.

Jim sighed and said: You two take away the survivors of the Yosegoi family. I want to go back to Maiya to find friends who can help.

What about Zatanna? Bennett asked.

She's strong, but she can't join the fight until she wakes up. Take care of her.

Jim's portal had already been opened, but at this time, another portal came faster. The white-haired Master Andrew and Mrs. Xanadu walked out of the newly opened portal.

Bad news, Jim. Andrew quickly walked up to Jim and said, The people from the Archmage Alliance are planning to renegotiate with the devil.

Renegotiation? Isn't this a good thing? Jim said in surprise.

But the way they get the devils to sit down and negotiate again is not to force them, but to sell themselves! Andrew gritted his teeth and said: They are willing to accept unequal treaties just to gain strength again. Some are even willing to sell their souls in exchange for insufficient It turns out to be one-tenth the power.”

Jim cursed hard, took several deep breaths to calm down, and then said, John is right, these are a bunch of idiots!

Mrs. Xanadu stepped forward and said: Some of them were beaten to death by other creditors, and they were forced to beg the devil to repay their debts.

But there are also many people who are reluctant to part with the magic world. Do you think that without the magic world, they can accept sitting in the office from nine to five just to fill their stomachs like office workers?

It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. Dead Man Boston sighed and said: How many mages rely on portals to walk, can we still expect them to go back to the days of taking the bus?

Andrew also sighed and said: I admit that the archmages are too deep in the magic world. We almost no longer deal with the ordinary world. We hide in our own mage towers and order our apprentices all day long. Almost no one bothers to run the business. An industry among ordinary people’s society.”

After the space rift in the Mage Tower fell, most of the property disappeared with it. If we just return to ordinary people's society, we can only be beggars, but I still can't accept kneeling down to pray to the devil. strength.

Is there no other solution? Jim said in a tone on the verge of collapse: The magic world has existed for so many years, and no one has anticipated today's situation and come up with a solution?!

Of course there are ways, but almost no one is willing to try it. Andrew smiled bitterly and said: We still have a lot of power in ourselves, and some energy-containing artifacts have been rescued by apprentices. But compared to the past, I have squandered more Those are just a drop in the bucket.”

I don't want to kneel down to the devil, but I don't want to beg for food on the street, so I can only use my energy sparingly.

Andrew turned around and let out a long sigh, speaking in a tired yet somewhat thankful tone.

Fortunately, I am not one of those crazy young mages. In the early years, I also studied the labor-saving magic circle, but at that time I had enough energy and I did not study it in depth, so the efficiency of the magic circle was very low.

Now, my old bones are going to be an apprentice again. I hope that magical apprentice named Bruce Wayne can use his academic brain full of wisdom to teach us how to perfect the little power left. Take advantage of it.”