"Our time has passed. We can either cherish the past and immerse ourselves in the lost memories, or we can be reborn and break into a new world."

In front of the War Tavern, an old man wearing a tuxedo and holding a cane, who was out of tune with this world, looked ahead, with the light of the castle reflected in his cloudy eyes.

He is the messenger of silence sent by the void, the god in charge of death and time. He once had his own glorious moment, but now he is just a forgotten person.

When someone needs it, he will be mentioned, otherwise he would still be cleaning the carriage of the Lich Dragon.

The Lord of Silence supported his cane and shook off the historical dust accumulated in his mind. He walked towards the tavern, and heard McKenna, who was pouring water aside, shout, "Old man, be careful of the steps."

beware of the steps

The old man's forehead jumped when he heard this. He looked at the little girl holding the basin and pulled something out of the corner of his mouth that he had not done for a long time.

"Thank you, thank you."

The Lord of Silence sighed as he spoke, shook his head, picked up his cane and walked towards the tavern.

"Crunch~"

"Bang~"

McKenna was slightly stunned when she saw the old man walking into the house quickly, and turned to look at Miriam, "It turns out he can do without a cane."

"Just because those succubi wore less clothes doesn't mean they are hot." Miriam shook her head slightly, "I don't know if the old guy can stand it after he goes in."

'It feels so good to be cared about.'

As he got older, he would feel emotional when he saw something, but the cheerful and rhythmic music suddenly poured into his ears. The Lord of Silence who entered the room with a cane was stunned, and then his face showed disbelief.

There were several succubi dancing happily, their limbs swinging exaggeratedly and showing great vitality, while a group of devils and strange demons in the audience were shouting, shaking bottles and arms while shouting.

"There's a war going on out front, but there's still fun happening here?"

"This, this is depravity!"

When the old man saw this scene, his chest felt very uncomfortable. He was very worried. He reached out and covered his chest.

"If there is no war in hell, will life still go on as it is?"

As a bartender, Nightmare No. 9 felt the silence of time, walked through the sea of ​​people with a bottle of wine, and put the wine glass in the old man's hand:

"Why are you worrying so much? You old man, you have never had peace of mind in your life."

The Lord of Silence looked at Nightmare No. 9 and sighed deeply. Yes, he did not say that out of concern, but he was too submissive when he was young and did not enjoy it at all.

And for the sake of his so-called great cause, he kept sinking into it. In the end, as an evil god, he didn't even have a servant.

So much so that when he saw others letting themselves go, he still blamed him for being cowardly.

"It's because I don't have the courage to look down on other people's debauchery. I'm actually a loser." The Lord of Silence sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing." The old man shook his head, "I mean, can I relax my soul like them?"

"Of course." Nightmare No. 9 clinked the cup with him.

"But I am already old." The Lord of Silence sighed.

"Then what's the problem? The first day and the day before leaving are the same." Nightmare No. 9 looked at the old man, "If you find happiness, you have to think about your past boring self. Come on, the succubus won't care.

You are young, but you have great temperament."

"If all this is false, it will disappear one day."

"Then you die with this falsehood, and in your opinion, it will never disappear."

"Yes, I want to protect this light."

The old man looked at the dance floor, threw his cane, swung his hips and walked in.

Nightmare No. 9 is looking for a poor person who has been tortured by reality.

It is the bartender, and its slogan is, even God must save.

Three days later, there was another meeting in the sinkhole.

"So, not only have we gained nothing, has the Lord of Silence been corrupted?" Lich Dragon asked with half-open eyes.

"That kind of trash is totally out of character. He actually forgot the honor of asking Him to clean your car. We should just do something about it. In fact, we can just change someone else to do it."

Black Duncan planned to say a few more words about his opinions, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with the situation.

"There is a nightmare blessing in that castle. Even if you go in with your eyes open, you will become intoxicated. The Lord of Silence is old, so we have to send young people there this time." The woman wearing a veil on the side said, "And this time

Don’t send anyone with shadows of childhood or middle age.”

"Yes, silence is wrong in the first place. Instead of suffering in silence, why are you still alive?" Black Duncan said, "I recommend Sir Corruption to go there. He has seen a lot and will not be easily corrupted."

"You can just say that I'm rotten to the core." Jazz sighed, and stood up, "I'd better go for it. If I fail, it means it's impossible to induce her. Then we will

We can only set fire to it."

Lich Dragon nodded when he heard this, and then looked at the other evil gods, "What do you think?"

Yet no one answered the Lich Dragon.

"Oh, very good." He looked at the figures that disappeared and appeared, and wanted to remain mysterious, right?

It has to be said that the method of corrupting the Sir is indeed much safer than that of the Lord of Silence. After the decision was made, the Sir led his people.

They set up a large camp outside the War Tavern, and contacted the demons who were mixed in to promote the concept of Alison as the deputy king of hell to the demons. After that, they sent messengers to deliver high-profile messages to tell all the demons that the messenger of the void was coming.

Come and see your deputy supervisor.

In this way, no matter what the other person thinks, they have to see Him.

And dividing hell in this way is half the battle.

"I don't know this person, I don't know him. Why do you think the Vice Lord of Hell cares about our adults?" McKenna stopped in front of the two withered mummies and curled her lips and said, "The Void Demon doesn't know how to send two good-looking ones."

Come?"

The two mummies were so angry that they were half dead when they heard this, "She is obviously inside, and I came here just to find her. Why don't you dare to see anyone!"

"This is the first time I've seen someone insisting on seeing someone like this. I think you're here to cause trouble." McKenna also got angry after hearing this. "If fighting hadn't been banned here, you would have died long ago. Now, while I still have patience,

When the time comes, get out of here!"

The two mummies were usually admired by thousands of people. When they encountered this kind of thing in the void, but seeing hundreds of demons in the tavern looking at them with ill intentions, they finally endured it.

"Just wait!" the two mummies left a harsh message, and then ran away in dejection.

Outside the tavern, Sir, who was waiting to greet Alison, just smiled when he learned that his subordinates didn't even see anyone.

"If she wants to have a good image, we will choose a past with a good image. If she does not recognize this title, we will invite the defense officer. In short, she will not be able to escape this disaster!"

Chapter 22. You have a free soul

"Great disaster, lonely rose, Ms. Bernice, I think you will go very well on the front line."

In the back room of the tavern, Alison turned on the communication stone and reported to Bernice, "So much so that the void demons began to use other means, such as sowing discord."

"What happened?" asked Bernice over there.

"They sent people over, made me the deputy king of hell, and wanted to meet with me. Ninety percent of the time, their purpose was to make me rebel." Alison fed the little black goat with nuts and asked towards the communication stone.

, "My men have just sent them away. I would like to ask for permission whether to destroy them soon."

"Do you even need to ask? Of course!" Bernice said loudly, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

"But they didn't do any actual harm. As a defense officer, I can't take the initiative."

"It's not harmful yet, they've all come here to sow discord between them!" Communication Stone said, "If you do this, if they come to negotiate with you again, you should open the communication stone and listen to my orders."

"Okay." Alison smiled and turned off the communication stone.

Bernice fought well in the front, but she didn't want the other party to come back because of suspicion.

After a while, McKenna entered the back room and told the story that a cat wearing a wig came and asked to meet.

After asking that she wanted to see the defense officer, Alison agreed to the request, and then saw a woman dressed like Cleopatra walking in.

really big.

Looking at the other person's ears, if McKenna hadn't said she was a cat, Alison would have thought she was a rabbit.

"Hello guard officer, I am Best, the adjutant of Sir Corruption, a minor god who symbolizes family warmth and joy." The noble cat saluted Alison, his low body showing his strength.

"What a beautiful kitten, come here and do it." Alison stretched out her hand to greet the other party and brought a bottle of wine over.

The other party was obviously feeling uncomfortable, but he still came over and sat down, took the wine and had a drink with Alison, and then said, "If you can, please call me Best or Messenger of the Demigod. Don't call me that name."

After hearing this, Alison put her elbows on the table, held her chin and looked at the other person, "No problem, kitten, do you have any objection to this?"

Best's body trembled when he heard this, but he still lowered his head silently.

"Kitten, raise your head. As a special envoy, how can you lower your head and talk to people?" Alison said and reached out to hook her chin, only to find that she was crying.

"Oh, you're crying, can Kitty tell me why?" Alison asked with a distressed look on her face.

Best shook his head slightly, stopped his tears and said, "I came here to invite you for a friendly talk. My Lord God is outside."

"Okay, I'll go over and see you crying so sadly." Alison withdrew her hand, then put the little black goat on the table into her pocket, then held the flower pot on the table and gave instructions to McKenna
To be continued...