“You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit.

And you ain't no friend of mine

…”

Covering his injured arm, he approached the bar.

What came to me was the familiar noise and laughter of the ‘guests’ in the bar.

The air was filled with the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. Under the dim light, a jazz tune that was familiar to the last century swung and echoed in the bar.

Infected by the cheerful and interesting music, even Amanda couldn't help but start to shake her head. It was not until the severe pain came from the wound on her shoulder that she could recover from the music and remember the purpose of her trip.

The noise of laughter in the bar was still there, but Amanda's eyes had already withdrawn from the cheerful scene of drinking and chatting in the hall.

It seems that no matter what she enters the bar, the "guests" in the hall will always look like this joyful.

Obviously, Washington, separated by a wall from the bar, has fallen into silence.

But the people in the bar seemed to be unaware of anything. They collided with wine glasses in the hall, making loud noises, as if they were participating in a carnival that never ended, and were drunk forever.

Amanda has no idea of ​​exploring the secrets of the bar ‘guests’.

After all, she did not forget that the owner of the bar belonged to a genuine Solomon Seventy-Two Demons in history.

Covering her painful arms, Amanda looked down at her outfit. Her exaggerated shoulder pad shirt was paired with mini skirts and warm pants, bright eyeshadows on her face, and thick steel wire hair on her head and huge earrings. However, this retro outfit could not hide her injuries.

"Customer, please come with me."

As Amanda endured the pain on her body, she was about to walk into the bar.

A weak voice sounded, and when he turned his head, he saw a pale figure appearing beside him.

"The boss has been waiting for you in there for a long time."

The spacious uniform covered the waiter's thin body. He stood beside Amanda and looked at him with a pair of godless eyes, slowly raised his skinny arms and signaled.

His eyes stopped on the waiter's pale face. Amanda didn't say anything, but nodded and covered his injured arm and walked into the bar with his weak steps.

“…”

Walking through the hall and into the private room, the originally noisy noise and music were isolated.

In the private room, Amanda met the demon god sitting on the sofa in the private room.

【Sai Gong】 was still wearing a blood-red suit, holding a red wine glass in his hand and smiled at Amanda.

But the figure sitting opposite him surprised Amanda and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Spike?!"

Hearing Amanda's surprise voice, Spike, who was sitting opposite [Saicon], turned around.

The slightly drooping blue eyes looked at Amanda in surprise, and pulled the corner of her mouth to reveal a shallow smile, and she greeted casually with her expression.

"Long time no see, Amanda."

Looking at Spike's relaxed and leisurely look in front of him, Amanda was stunned for a few seconds in the bar box before saying in a daze.

"I clearly remember, you are not..."

"It's not that I've died under the curse of [Nipelonrogen's Ring]. I felt that way, and I'm ready."

For Spike, it is not unacceptable to sacrifice his life and even his soul as long as he can complete the revenge of his wife and daughter.

"However, obviously there is no hope for me to be free so easily."

With Spike's explanation, on the opposite side, the red liquid in the transparent goblet reflected a circle of dazzling ripples under the refraction of the light, and followed.

"I said, Spike, your soul has already belonged to me from the moment the contract was signed."

There is no doubt that the existence that Spike mentioned is the [Sai Gong] in front of him.

"But I didn't expect that in addition to the contract you signed with me, you also found the existence of [Nipelonrogen's Ring]."

When talking about [Nipelonrogen’s Ring], the expression on [Saigong]’s face obviously changed a little.

Obviously, even for the demon god, [Nipelon's Ring] is not a simple existence.

"If the contract had not yet had strong binding power, it also protected your soul to some extent, or you would have turned into ashes under the curse of revenge of [Nipelonrogen's Ring]."

The contract symbolizes supreme power among the seventy-two demons of Solomon.

Even after the seventy-two demons signed a contract with Solomon, they must lend their power to Solomon according to the content.

Therefore, from the words of [Sai Gong], Amanda gradually understood the truth that Spike could "survive".

"For me, it's no different whether it's dying under the curse of revenge of [Nipelonrogen's Ring] or in the contract."

Faced with the reminder of [Sai Gong], Spike's expression was calm or relaxed.

From beginning to end, his purpose was only revenge.

"What's more, if I didn't go through all this, maybe I would never know the 'truth'."

"What did you see?"

Spike's words made the fingers of the shaking wine glass in front of him pause slightly, and He looked at the face of the psychic.

"Believe me, you won't want to know the truth."

Shaking his head, rejecting the Demon God's question, and removing the topic from himself, Spike's eyes fell on Amanda in front of him.

"You don't look very good than these, Amanda."

[Saigong] The power in the bar distorted Amanda's outfit, but did not cover up her injuries. Looking at the scars on the agent's body, Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes flashed.

After meeting Father Molin in the building at that time, Spike, who was determined to take revenge, did not care about other things.

And with his 'death' naturally no longer clear what happened in Washington outside the bar.

The time in the bar was frozen in a past day by [Saitong].

"My situation is already pretty good than what happened at BSI headquarters or Washington now."
Chapter completed!