Daimon Hellstrom was very curious. What role did the young man in front of him want to play in this special event involving the two powerful forces of [Heaven] and [Hell]?
Was he merely a bystander?
Or an accomplice of one side… no, to be precise, the [Heaven] side?
Or… someone who sits on the mountain to watch the tigers fight, waiting to reap the benefits?
However.
Karl did not answer his question, but instead, with a playful smile, instructed Frank and Logan:
"Remove his restraints… if he shows any sign of dishonesty during the mission, just kill him."
"Yes!"
"Understood!"
Frank and Logan Howlett both revealed a hint of eagerness.
Then, the latter used his [Adamantium claws], which popped out from between his knuckles, to easily cut through the enchanted chains that bound Daimon Hellstrom's arms as if he was slicing melons and vegetables.
Daimon Hellstrom swung his sore arms and followed Karl and the others out of the prison cell with a complicated expression.
"Sir, wait a moment, please take me with you?"
At this moment, a pitiful female voice suddenly came from the neighboring cell, "Compared to my brother, I am actually better at gathering information…"
"I'm really fed up with this boring place. As long as you take me away from here, I will obediently do whatever you want… Hehe, I'm still a virgin!"
Obviously, the speaker was Daimon Hellstrom's own sister – [Satan's Daughter] Satana Hellstrom!
Oh, I forgot to mention, she was a well-known lunatic before she was captured… the kind who kills without batting an eye.
"Satana, stop fooling around."
Daimon Hellstrom quickly came to the door of another cell, and through the narrow viewing window, he said to the silver-haired girl who was also trapped by enchanted chains and magic circles:
"Don't worry, after I complete the mission, I will definitely come back as soon as possible to take you away from here!"
"Brother, I'm so scared, please don't abandon me, don't leave me here alone, okay…"
Her Zhu lips parted slightly, and the girl's sobbing plea came from the cell again, making people feel pity involuntarily.
However, only when she slowly raised her head could she see clearly that on her beautiful and delicate face, which was covered by a head of silver hair, there was no emotional fluctuation at all, as if the person who was asking for help at this moment was not her.
Yo, this is still a… two-faced bitch?
"Hey… Satana, I'm serious, this may be our only chance to leave here!"
Daimon Hellstrom was extremely troubled by his prank-loving sister.
But now is obviously not a good time for her to be willful.
If he angers Karl because of this, and misses this opportunity to get rid of the Holy See's imprisonment in vain.
I'm afraid that the rest of their siblings' lives will have to be spent in prison.
"How ridiculous, brother, you're actually going to help a human to destroy Dad's plan?"
Satana Hellstrom narrowed her purple eyes, which were full of charm, and sarcastically said expressionlessly:
"Let's not talk about whether that human has the guts to go against Dad… Haven't you forgotten so quickly how the zealots of the Holy See have abused us in the name of purification over the years?"
"That's it… and you still dare to trust humans?"
"In my opinion, instead of pinning our hopes on these humans, it's better to expect that Dad will suddenly have a conscience one day, and then lead an army to rescue us two, which is more reliable."
Obviously, after experiencing years of imprisonment and inhuman torture by the Holy See, this "half-demon" girl has long since completely lost trust and goodwill towards humans.
The plea for help just now was just a trick she deliberately put on to play with everyone.
"Satana, we are also humans…"
Daimon Hellstrom said earnestly, but he knew in his heart that no matter what he said now, he could not open his sister's heart, so he decisively turned around and followed Karl and the others out.
Listening to the gradually receding footsteps outside the cell, Satana Hellstrom, who was originally expressionless, suddenly whispered softly with slightly red eyes:
"Hehe, I knew it, you, brother, are as unreliable as our bastard father!!"
However, just when she felt that she had been abandoned by her relatives once again, a noisy quarrel suddenly sounded outside the cell.
"Ah, Mr. Mara, you… how can you release this son of a demon without the consent of the Holy See?"
In the passage, when Bishop Warren McCoy saw Daimon Hellstrom following behind Karl, his whole person was like a frightened cat.
His fat body actually jumped behind a clergyman in a flexible posture that was extremely disproportionate to his body shape.
Then, he carefully poked out his round head and said:
"This is simply nonsense…"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bishop Warren McCoy felt three sharp gazes like blades instantly lock onto him.
It was Frank and the others from behind Karl.
The suffocating feeling made his heart tighten, and he immediately realized that he had just said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words with a讪笑:
"Ah, sorry, I mean, you don't know that the Holy See spent a lot of effort to bring these two sons and daughters of Satan back then, so…"
Karl waved his hand to interrupt the other party's words, and said expressionlessly: "I need to use his understanding of demons to track down clues."
"Also… after the mission is over, I will take these two people away directly."
"Ah, this?!"
Bishop Warren McCoy was immediately stunned. You must know that the Hellstrom siblings are very taboo existences even within the Holy See.
The Pope even regards them as the best weapon to win over those [Cardinal Bishops (also known as purple-robed bishops)] with voting rights among different factions!
May I ask, what could be more convincing than the Holy See's successful suppression of two [Sons of Satan] under the guidance of the Pope?
Therefore, even if Bishop Warren McCoy didn't want to offend Karl, he could only bite the bullet and remind the other party.
"Mr. Mara, these two [Sons of Satan] are of great significance to the Holy See. The Pope will definitely not agree to your request…"
But before he could finish speaking, Karl, who was walking towards him, suddenly stopped, looked at him with cold eyes and said:
"Bishop McCoy, I think you may have misunderstood something… I am not seeking your and the Holy See's opinions, but simply informing you of my decision."
After speaking, Karl swaggered out of the dungeon with Frank and the others.
When Frank passed by Bishop Warren McCoy, he reached out and gestured a cutting motion in front of his neck, indicating that if the other party dared to disrespect his boss again, he would cut off your dog's head!
And although he had only joined for a short time, Logan Howlett, who was getting more and more attached to the [Aspace Group], raised his right fist, and then slowly raised the middle wolf claw, replacing the international universal gesture to greet the other party's family.
These two people were originally the kind of people who kill without batting an eye.
They simply didn't care whether the fat man in front of them was a bishop or a pope.
Anyway, as long as Karl gave an order, the other party would immediately become a dead person!!
So… who cares what your identity is?
Among the few people, Daimon Hellstrom behaved the most normally.
Although he really wanted to teach this dead fat man who had once whipped himself and his sister a good lesson.
But he was afraid that it would anger Karl, so he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
However, when he saw Karl's tough attitude towards the Holy See, and the undisguised threats from Frank and Logan Howlett, he felt a burst of relief in his heart for no reason.
At the same time, he believed Karl's previous promise even more.
"Ah, this… could it be that what that man said is true? He really wants to save us!"
After listening to the conversation outside the cell, the expression on Satana Hellstrom's face gradually changed imperceptibly… from the initial suspicion, it slowly turned into anticipation and curiosity!
"Hehehe, I didn't expect to meet such an interesting man in this ghostly place?"
"Brother, then I'll trust your judgment one last time this time… but it's really a bit exciting, will that human dare to attack the jerk dad in the end?"
"Ah, how hateful, I didn't even let my old lady take a look at what he looks like, is he handsome?!"
…………
……
[New York].
[Wall Street].
A high-end club that is not open to the public.
The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!
"Daimon, are you sure we can find clues about that blacksmith here?"
Frank and Logan Howlett looked at the magnificent hall in front of them, and they couldn't connect it with the word "dwarf blacksmith".
"Don't worry."
Daimon Hellstrom explained with a smile: "I know where to find clues about that dwarf blacksmith.
But as Mr. Mara mentioned earlier, we'd better figure out why those demons under my father chose to take action at this time before we officially start the operation?"
"And in this demon club, there are several ancient demons who have settled on Earth since a long time ago, and their news is very well-informed."
When he mentioned Karl, Daimon Hellstrom couldn't help but show a touch of unbelievable emotion on his face.
He never expected that the other party could even call the secret masters of [Kama Taj]!
With a casual phone call, they directly opened the portal and sent the three of them from [Vatican] to [New York]!
And it is not difficult to see from the worshipful gaze of the female mage that this man also has a very high status and influence in [Kama Taj].
It's terrifyingly terrifying…
Daimon Hellstrom suddenly realized that in the past few years when he and his sister were imprisoned, a remarkable figure seemed to have risen in the outside world.
But the more this is the case, the more he must seize the opportunity this time!
"A club run by demons?"
Frank and Logan Howlett couldn't help but show surprise on their faces.
No, are demons so rich?
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, we don't receive customers other than members here…"
At this time, a middle-aged man with some baldness at the front desk came over and was about to drive the three away with a cold face.
But when he saw Daimon Hellstrom's face standing behind Frank, the expression on his face suddenly took a 180-degree turn, bowing slightly and saying with a bright smile:
"So it's the respected Mr. Hellstrom, welcome to our store, we haven't seen you show up for a long time."
"Hehe, I went on a long trip before… but Henry, you still look the same."
Daimon Hellstrom told a lie without blushing, then glanced towards the restaurant, "But I came in a bit of a hurry today and didn't have time to book a seat in advance."
"Sir, you don't need to make a reservation with your status. Our store is always waiting for your visit." The middle-aged man named Henry then led the three to sit down in the restaurant.
In the huge restaurant, there were only three or five tables of guests sparsely.
Although these people all have the appearance of normal humans, but if you get close and smell carefully, you can smell a strong smell of sulfur from their bodies.
That is the special "brand" that all demons, no matter what method they use, cannot erase.
When several humanoid demons saw Frank and Logan Howlett, they subconsciously sniffed, and then frowned with a look of disgust.
Obviously, they have already distinguished their human identities.
But then when they saw Daimon Hellstrom's figure, the expressions on their faces changed as quickly as the waiter Henry had done before.
"Isn't this Daimon?"
An old woman with pearls and jewels on the neighboring table said somewhat unexpectedly: "I have almost forgotten when was the last time I saw you?"
Daimon Hellstrom didn't rush to speak, but first glanced at the surrounding situation, and then responded with a smile after sitting down.
"I was doing things in other places before… but when I came back this time, I originally hoped to see many old friends here, but there doesn't seem to be anyone here?"
"Agnes, has something big happened during the time I was away?"
Before the old woman could speak, an old man in a suit who was reading a newspaper behind Daimon Hellstrom said without looking back:
"Young man, although you have the noble blood of the Demon King flowing in your body, you may still be very unfamiliar with the upcoming moment because you are still young… Every thousand years, we will become particularly nervous in the same period of time."
"Many of us have already gone to safer places in advance, and I will also leave here in a few days."
Daimon Hellstrom asked with a puzzled face: "Edwin, you just said that there is a moment coming, what does that refer to?"
"I can't say this, you will naturally know when the time comes."
The old man in the suit was clearly wary of something, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but add:
"But I can give you a piece of advice, which is to stay as far away as possible during this period… preferably leave America altogether."
"Edwin is right." The old woman named Agnes took a sip of coffee and said meaningfully:
"We know what you want to ask, but even if someone knows the answer, they will definitely not say it… You can only find the answer yourself in the book!!"
"Okay." Daimon Hellstorm stood up with some disappointment, "Although I didn't get the information I wanted, I still want to thank you, my old friends!"
Then he left the restaurant with Frank and Logan Howlett.
"That's it… it's over?"
After leaving the club, Logan Howlett, who wasn't very good at thinking, couldn't help but ask, "What were you guys talking about just now?"
Frank敏锐察觉到了一丝异常，有些不太确定的说道：“那两个老恶魔口中所说的事件，会不会与内科罗达穆斯暗中策划的事件有关？
“确实有这种可能……不，应该说可能性很大。”
Daimon Hellstorm said with a solemn expression: "Although it is not clear what is going to happen specifically, it is certain that this matter is far more serious than we previously estimated!"
"But fortunately, Agnes provided me with a clue at the end…"
Frank blurted out: "You mean, the [book] she mentioned?"
Daimon Hellstorm glanced at the other party in surprise, not expecting this seemingly rough man to be so meticulous.
"That's right, I already know where we should go next… and we can also find the whereabouts of that dwarf blacksmith there."
With that, he took out his phone and skillfully dialed a long string of numbers.
