Not long after.
The figures of Frank and the others appeared in a bookstore that was not open to the public.
"Edward, thank you for receiving us on such short notice."
Daimon Hellstrom greeted the middle-aged man with glasses standing behind the counter familiarly.
"Please don't say that, Mr. Hellstrom. It is my greatest honor to serve such a distinguished Son of Hell like you."
The man named Edward took out a thick book from under the counter, and while handing it to Daimon Hellstrom, he introduced it:
"Thanks to your advance call, it gave me plenty of time to find this book in the archives that records the whereabouts of that dwarven blacksmith."
Daimon Hellstrom took the book and said with great emotion, "My friend, I really don't know how to thank you enough… but, besides this book, I'm actually looking for another book!"
"Just tell me, my archives have everything!"
"This…"
Daimon Hellstrom scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "To be honest, I don't know what book I'm looking for, or what the specific content is."
"I only know that it's a major event that is about to happen recently, and it is likely to involve both [Heaven] and [Hell]."
"If you can use your experienced judgment to help me find this book, you can name your price!"
"Really name any price?"
The shop owner Edward raised his hand to take off his glasses, his gaze slowly turning to Frank and the others, and said, "I may have guessed which book you are looking for, but the reward… must be the silver coins in the hands of those two men!!"
Daimon Hellstrom's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately became vigilant, only to find that Frank and Logan Howlett beside him had already entered a state of high alert from some unknown time, obviously having noticed something unusual long ago.
"How do you know the silver coin is in our hands?"
"Honorable Mr. Hellstrom, I must ask you to forgive me for not answering your question… but I want you to know that what I am about to do is not to disrespect you, but simply to take back the silver bullet from those two humans."
Edward's figure began to expand rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a horned demon more than three meters tall, his eyes flashing with a bloody red light, staring fixedly at Daimon Hellstrom.
"Of course, if you are willing to hand over the silver bullet now, I guarantee you can leave my bookstore with dignity."
At the same time as the two were talking, those passers-by who were originally scattered in front of the surrounding bookshelves reading, also transformed into their true forms—one after another, demons with the stench of sulfur and hideous faces!!
"Tsk tsk, I knew it, how could there be so many demons who like to read."
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Frank's face, and he slowly drew his beloved [Basmodai M Combat Machete] from the sheath at his waist.
Whoosh—
Holy psionic flames immediately ignited on the blade.
"Fu*k! Can't these damn bastards wait five more seconds?"
Logan Howlett silently took out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Frank with some heartache.
In fact, the two had already noticed the abnormality in the bookstore as soon as they entered.
After all, the probability of encountering a dozen or so studious demons is likely to be lower than winning the 1 billion dollar [Mega Millions] jackpot.
But for Frank, a mere dozen demons were not enough for him to kill alone, so there was nothing to fear.
So he made a bet with Logan Howlett in private, whether these demons would make a move within 1 minute, and the bet was only ten dollars.
Logan Howlett originally wanted to refuse, because he only had ten dollars left in his pocket.
But after hearing Frank let him choose first, he decisively bet on beyond 1 minute.
His idea was very simple, let’s just say, as long as it’s a normal person… no, a normal demon, shouldn’t they not be as impatient as a young brat, and start fighting as soon as they meet?
Facts have proved that they really will.
He originally planned to win some money for cigarettes, but who would have thought that now his pockets are emptier than his face!!
This undoubtedly made Logan Howlett's already impoverished life even worse!!
It is said that a penny can stump a hero…
Now it's good, he doesn't even have a penny left.
Clang—
Sharp [Adamantium Alloy Claws] popped out from between his fists, and the angry "Old Wolf" rushed towards the demons.
Bastards, give me back my ten dollars, ahhhhh!!
Frank almost laughed when he saw this, and then he also joined the battle with his knife.
...
[Prestige +444, +11, +11… ]
[Detected collectable demon soul fragments, warp souls +1, +1, +1… ]
...
This battle came quickly and ended quickly.
In just a few minutes, more than a dozen demons were all turned to ashes under the holy flames blessed by the [Emperor].
"Frank, is that guy really [Satan]'s son?"
Logan Howlett glanced at Daimon Hellstrom, who was fighting back and forth with the shop owner demon on the opposite side, and even seemed to be at a disadvantage, and frowned:
"As a 'half-demon,' he can't even handle a demon, isn't his strength too weak?"
"Don't worry, Boss's vision will definitely not be wrong… it's probably because he was imprisoned by the Holy See for too long, and his strength hasn't recovered for a while."
Frank put the machete back into its sheath, and then said with a wicked smile, "Logan, do you want to start another game, this time betting on whether he can end the battle within five minutes?"
"No play… no money!"
"I can lend it to you first, and you can pay me back when you get your salary."
"Wait a minute? I still have a salary?"
"Oh, sorry, I just forgot that although the company provides food and accommodation during these three years of debt repayment, there is no salary… but it doesn't matter, I can still let you choose first this time."
"Still not playing!"
"This time the prize is one hundred dollars, take a gamble, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle, oh?"
"Not playing…"
Four minutes later, when he saw Daimon Hellstrom, who had suddenly gone berserk, defeating the demon with difficulty, Logan Howlett suddenly felt like his sky was about to fall!
Now it's good, he went from having nothing just now to being one hundred dollars in debt…
"Edward, I am disappointed. I have always regarded you as a friend for so many years."
Daimon Hellstrom glanced at Frank with some fear. During the battle just now, he clearly saw how the other party was slaughtering those demons like cutting melons and vegetables.
Although all the demons who came this time were miscellaneous, they were by no means something a human could deal with.
And the flames emanating from the short knife in the opponent's hand could directly injure the essence of the demon's soul, thereby achieving the true meaning of killing those demons!
It was only at this time that he truly realized that Karl's previous order to let Frank watch him, and kill him directly if there was anything abnormal, was definitely not just talk.
Fortunately, he decided to fully cooperate from the beginning…
"Thank you."
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Taking the rope that he didn't know where he found from Frank's hand, Daimon Hellstrom hung the demon shop owner, who had returned to human form, upside down on the fan, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said breathlessly:
"If you don't want to be turned to ashes like your friends, you better answer my questions truthfully next."
"First of all, what's going on with this sneak attack?"
Edward, who was slowly rotating with the ceiling fan, said with an apologetic expression, "Oh, honorable Mr. Hellstrom, I am really very sorry, I hope this conflict has not destroyed the friendship between us…"
"Stop talking nonsense, get straight to the point!"
"Okay, last night someone posted a high reward in [Sulphur Harbor]. The content is very simple: capture your two human friends and take back the silver bullet from them."
"Who posted the reward."
Daimon Hellstrom frowned slightly and asked with an extremely solemn expression, "And how did you know they were with me?"
"I don't know who the poster is, but the news was directly conveyed by the female demigod known as the [Night Jackal]."
Edward swallowed hard, and said with lingering fear, "Then she secretly found me, insisting that your two human friends will definitely come to me to look for clues related to that dwarven blacksmith in the next few days, and asked me to be sure to catch them at that time and take back the silver bullet."
Finally, he did not forget to beg bitterly, "Mr. Hellstrom, I swear… I really only know so much!!"
"Wait a minute, are you saying that the 'demigod' actually predicted our itinerary in advance?"
A look of surprise appeared on Daimon Hellstrom's face, he pinched his chin, and fell into deep thought.
He couldn't understand how Razan could predict in advance that they would come here to look for clues related to the dwarven blacksmith?
Could it be that some news was leaked from [Vatican]? Or does Razan or the human black wizard behind her have some kind of magic that can remotely sense the silver bullet?
Time passed little by little, but Frank and Logan Howlett, who were responsible for guarding in the back, did not interrupt the other party's thinking the whole time.
After all, before leaving [Vatican], Karl had clearly instructed them that everything related to the investigation of silver coins and the demon plan should be based on Daimon Hellstrom.
"Okay, I believe you about this."
After a long silence, Daimon Hellstrom had no clue and had to put aside the questions in his heart for the time being, and continue with the follow-up questions.
"The second question… what major events are going to happen recently? I remember you said that you had guessed which book I was looking for after I finished speaking just now!"
"That's right."
Edward said cautiously, "Mr. Hellstrom, I'm afraid the book you are looking for is the one that records the [Truce Accord], and in a few days the [Truce Accord] will randomly descend on a certain place in [America]."
"It is precisely because of this that those old guys with long lives will leave here in advance and go to other countries to avoid the limelight."
"Oh, by the way, that book is now placed on the fifth row of bookshelves in the archive…"
More than half an hour later.
Logan Howlett pointed to the simple book full of demonic characters and illustrations placed on the table, and asked with some doubt:
"What exactly is the [Truce Accord] that guy just mentioned?"
"It is an ancient agreement that was established before I was born." Daimon Hellstrom slowly closed the book, and said with an extremely solemn expression:
"[Truce Accord] can also be called [Millennium Accord]… you can simply understand it as some kind of special diplomatic summit between [Heaven] and [Hell] that is held once every thousand years."
"Huh?"
Frank and Logan Howlett were both a little dumbfounded.
They had only heard that leaders of various countries would hold summits from time to time to discuss some major issues together, how could [Heaven] and [Hell] also hold summits?
Speaking of… aren't they hostile?
What kind of summit are they holding!
"You must have heard the story of the fallen angels… uh, at least you should be familiar with the basic content of it, right?"
Daimon Hellstrom got an unfriendly response from the faces of the two, so he briefly told the story:
"A long, long time ago, there was a great rebellion in [Heaven]. [Seraph] Lucifer led nearly one-third of the angels in [Heaven] to abandon their faith in God and declare war on God from the northern border of [Heaven].
A great war began. After three days of fierce fighting, Lucifer's rebels were defeated by the angel corps led by [Seraph] Michael.
Lucifer and his subordinates were expelled by God and sent to [Hell]. Before leaving, he uttered the earth-shattering words—'I would rather reign in hell than serve in heaven'.
From then on, this group of angels were called fallen angels… or demons!!"
"If the content recorded in this book is correct, then this [Truce Accord] was signed at that time."
"As for the participating parties, naturally it is [Heaven] and [Hell]…"
"Wait a minute."
Frank suddenly interrupted and said, "Assuming that [Heaven] and [Hell] are really at war endlessly as stated in the book,
Then why did they set the time for the [Truce Accord] to be more than a thousand years, instead of some other time?"
"It's very simple." Daimon Hellstrom took a deep breath and explained with some helplessness, "For the warring parties, every thousand years is as short as a year for humans!"
"And this never-ending war, the chosen battlefield happens to be Earth…"
"But in order to prevent this war from affecting humans, it is necessary to set an effective rule of engagement for it… or it is more appropriate to call it a 'insurance mechanism'."
"So, every thousand years when the [Truce Accord] is held, [Heaven] and [Hell] will select a non-combat zone somewhere in [America].
The envoys appointed by both sides were there to negotiate certain unresolved major issues, make demands of each other, vent their dissatisfaction, and exchange hostages, and so on...
