Law of the Devil

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(Today's update, 10,000 words! Moon ticket!!

Chapter 315: Am I Old?

The divine and supreme presence of the Goddess of Light, the only spokesperson in the world, the recognized servant of the gods closest to the Temple of Light Pope Paul XVI, the expression of the moment, looks like the most ordinary, bad old man. His cloudy eyes no longer had a glimmer of divine light, but he sat on the ground so lukewarmly, looking at the north, his mouth as if it were an idiot, whispering so many characters over and over.

“I'm here... I'm here...”

At this moment, even Dewey sees the deep hidden fear in this old man's eyes.

This earthquake... North?

Dewey suddenly flashed a hint of insecurity in his heart, but he didn't catch the flashing thought in his heart, as his attention was immediately distracted.

The White River grieves and the Pope are both wounded, one arm of the Pope is almost completely ruined, and the old face appears weak and powerless. And the White River's sorrowful mouth and nose had bled out, and although he had not coughed as hard as the Pope, the wounds seemed to be only moderate.

Dewey suddenly remembers that in a small town hotel, the White River sadly told Rodriguez quite frankly that although he had learned the power of the higher ecclesiastical hierarchy, it broke the "void" of the "rule of painting”. But such a powerful trick, with this body that he has now seized, a temporarily used body, plus his soul, has not been able to reach a fit state, so he has no way to do it multiple times, and every time he does it, he has to bear huge damage.

As for the Pope, he can't even stand now.

Dewey suddenly had an idea in his heart that made him feel very excited... is it true that both defeats are broken? So now, isn't it yourself...

He couldn't help but climbed up slowly from the ground. Although there was still some hair under his feet after the earthquake, at this moment his heart pounded, his eyes twirled, he looked at the White River sadness, he looked at the Pope again.

White River sadness is also like measuring Dewey. After the two eyes contact each other, the first person to ask was not Dewey, but White River sadness!

“Didn't you think you finally had a chance to escape?” There's a mockery in White River's sad tone.

And Dewey nodded frankly: "Mr. Bai, Boss Bai, we were not allies. I was caught by you. Now, if I don't leave, will I wait for you to catch Snow Mountain? ”

The White River grinned: "You're right, if you want to run, now is the best time. ”

They looked at each other as if they were both laughing. Dewey bowed down deeply to the White River and sighed: “Mr. White, although you caught me all the way, I was forced. But you've been kind to me all the way and you haven't insulted me half the time. I admire you, too.... and thank you for teaching me that body technique. I don't know when we're going to see each other again. ”

After that, he nodded to the White River and was leaving. Just took two steps and heard the old voice of the Pope: “Duke of Tulip, please stay! ”

Dewey turned around and looked at the Pope, who was less polite to the Pope's tone.

“Oh, Your Majesty, what can I do for you?” Dewey laughed less politely. He has no interest in this old guy. As soon as he came up to confront the White River's grieving mental power, he almost killed himself with no mercy. Instead, the White River saved its own life.

Secondly, the old man said he wanted to give his territory to others, but he didn't even look at his true owner. This kind of agitation really pisses Dewey off.

“Duke of Tulip, you can't go!” Paul XVI coughed twice so hard that he spoke in a dull voice: “I beg you to do one thing! ”

Dewey grabbed his scalp and suddenly smiled bitterly: "You... you don't want me to..."

The Pope took a deep breath, and he seemed to be badly injured. When he breathed, his lungs were like a leaking air box, but he sank word for word: “Duke of Tulips, I ask you to kill him now, immediately! ”

Dewey took a step back and shook his head: "Kill him? Kill His Majesty the Witch? Dear Pope, I'm sorry, I can't do this. ”

The Pope struggled for a moment, seemed to hold on to the golden wand, wanted to stand up, unfortunately he tried twice, but failed to succeed, he could only sigh helplessly: “The great prophecy is not the power that man should have! I bullied him into battle, thinking that by relying on this ace, His Majesty the Witch could not resist. Unfortunately, I had no idea that His Majesty's realm was so powerful that even this inhuman power could be countered. But... if His Majesty refuses to accept my request today, then I can never let him leave! ”

Dewey still shook his head: "I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I still can't take your orders. Though you are the Pope and the supreme of the hearts of millions of believers on the mainland, unfortunately I am not a believer! I have not been baptized by the temple, and I respect you, but I do not take orders from you. Not to mention...” Dewey's tone is getting harsher: “Your Majesty, you just tried to make a deal with Snow Mountain Witch King, which, in my opinion, has violated the Imperial Code! Even if you are the Pope, you do not have such power. This matter, strictly speaking, is already considered a treason! I am not a believer, but a nobleman of the Empire! ”

The Pope laughed bitterly: "Duke of Tulips, you don't understand... the continent of Roland is about to suffer a situation that has never existed in thousands of years! If His Majesty the Witch agrees to my terms and does not enter the Roland mainland for 10 years, then I believe in His Majesty's promise and will not embarrass him. However, His Majesty the Witch refuses to accept, so..."

But Dewey couldn't bear to kill White River. Although everyone's position is considered to be the enemy, he really doesn't have much hatred for this lonely and talented figure, but rather has more hidden fondness. "Your Majesty, even if the Empire and the prairie are enemies in the future, then guard the northwest and stop the invasion of the prairie people. This is also something that should afflict me, the Duke of Tessa province! Since you are the Lord of the Temple, you are responsible for the teaching. Other than that, don't bother with your headache. Even if, one day, His Majesty the Witch led the military expedition, it was me, Dewey, who stood in his way. ”

The Pope's face was full of disappointment, shook his head hard and sighed: “You don't understand, you don't understand.” Then he whispered, “Duke Tulip, I can't keep talking out loud, you come here and I'll tell you. ”

Dewey moved in his heart and slowly approached a few steps. The White River sat beside him and laughed.

Dewey walked about ten steps away from the Pope, but stopped and glanced at the Pope: "Well, Your Majesty, what is it, let's just say it. To be honest, I'm not very comfortable with you. I heard a lot of things today that I shouldn't know. I'm afraid you'll kill someone to silence me! ”

The Pope coughed hard, and his robe was stained with blood. He gasped for a while, lifting his eyelids and looking at Dewey, he smiled. “Duke of Tulip, do you know what happened to the earthquake? ”

Dewey didn't think it was just an earthquake. For you religious fanatics, this normal natural phenomenon is always seen as mysterious, and I come from previous generations, of course, not so foolish.

But he heard the Pope continue: “The earthquake is a huge disaster… If this disaster cannot be properly dealt with, it will probably be an unprecedented catastrophe for the people of the Roland mainland for thousands of years!! Alas, these things, you don't know, are not surprising. ”

In Dewey's heart, just as he was about to ask, he heard the cold voice of the White River behind him: "His Holiness the Pope, did the earthquake just now appear to have originated from the North? ”

The Pope listened, his body trembled, and looked at the Witch King with astonishment: "You... you know what? Well, so you know. Looks like you know the secret legend, too. ”

White River's sad face also got serious. He looked up for a moment and looked up to the north. He frowned: "The north... is it...”

The Pope looked closely at the White River for a moment, and the shaking voice became weaker and weaker: "North… the northern barrier, I'm afraid, no longer exists.” His face grew worse and worse, suddenly he took a deep breath and looked seriously at the White River grief: “No, absolutely not! Your Majesty, since you know this legend, then today, in any case, you refuse to promise me or swear, then I will never let you go back to the prairie alive! ”

After saying, he suddenly over a face, the color instantly became red, over the skin, as if it were all going to bleed, after taking such a deep breath, suddenly stood up, the pace suddenly became steady, biting his teeth towards the white river to grieve past.

Together, Dewey was frightened and quickly sidestepped away, but the Pope's goal was not him. He wandered to the vicinity of the White River, shaking from his arms and touching a sterling silver crucifix.

When the White River looked at the Pope and pulled out this thing, his face suddenly changed. A little anger appeared in his eyes and he whispered: "Hmm? How did you know about this? You...”

The Pope bit his teeth, and the yellow bean-sized sweat beads over his forehead fell, seemingly already weak, but he forced himself to smile: “Your Majesty, before I came, I naturally knew that you were good at magic. I was told that you had some weaknesses in your body. If you use this silver cross nail, coupled with phagogy, it would be possible to kill you...”

The anger in White River's grieving eyes burst out a few words: “Who told you this? Red water broken, or Blue Hyatt! ”

The Pope took a deep breath and his lean hands clamped this silver crucifix and stabbed it over the grieving heart of the White River, saying: "I don't know the names of any red water that broke the blue sea. ”

The White River froze for a moment and sighed: “Well, I see, your man must be Lugo. ”

Looking at the crucifix in front of him, the White River mourned as if it had seen something extremely frightening. His body tried to retreat, stretching out his left hand finger, and pushing towards the Pope's wrist to bullet the past...

Pfft!

On the palm of the Pope's hand, a yellow glow emerged, as if it were a magical defense, and the white river sad fingers were bouncing on it, as if they were drumming, making a banging sound, the Pope's body swayed, the crucifix in his hand almost fell on the ground, but he couldn't help but take two steps back and bite his teeth: “Surely, Your Majesty, you still have room to fight back, but how long can you hold on? ”

The sad face of the White River became more transparent. Dewey was shocked to see that he had originally had silver and grey hair, and began to fade into black! As if he were a returning child, unfortunately, the skin on his face revealed a hint of wrinkles!

White River snorted: “How about you, you can take a few more steps! ”

The Pope shook, opened his mouth, a bite of blood sprayed on the silver crucifix, and immediately the crucifix rose a few points of light, and the White River looked at it in surprise: “Hmm? Can your holy power still be used like this? ”

The Pope smiled reluctantly: "What holy power is nothing but a sort of decomposition, for a foolish man, it is holy power, in front of a man as powerful as you, Your Majesty the Witch, is nothing but a cover-up. However, I have been told that this holy crucifix is the best weapon that can hurt you. ”

After that, he reached out again slowly and troubled himself towards the White River. The White River sadly lifted the curved knife and blocked it. Neither of them now had any power to use the space rules. In Dewey's view, even ordinary people had quite a bit of a move. The White River sad blocked it so hard, the blood from his mouth grew more and more. He flashed a little angry in his eyes, and his body rolled away, and then his hand softened, even the curved knife fell on the ground.

“Despicable! You scoundrel Roland, you scoundrel.” The White River grinned, “You're not the one who beat me! How dare you kill me! ”

The Pope was also powerless to breathe for a moment: "Well, I'm not the one who beat you. But even though my methods are despicable, for the sake of the continent, I have to remove this potential threat from you. Your Majesty, you won't agree to my deal, and I have to do it. Goddess, your servant must too! ”

Looking at the top two people on two continents, this moment is like a fight between rural farmers, so that when I duck back and forth for a moment, Dewey really can't watch. He had to go up, grabbed the Pope's wrist with one hand, and took over the crucifix. If the Pope had half the power at the moment, how could Dewey be so arrogant? But now he's helpless, shaken by Dewey, sitting directly on the ground.

Dewey glanced at the crucifix and frowned: “It's not a particularly powerful weapon, it's just a simple sanctimonious technique on it. ”

The White River smiled weakly and sighed at Dewey: "Stupid boy, have you forgotten what I'm doing? I'm not afraid of any spells, but this pure sanctity is the best thing to use to break down my usurpation spell! Once this thing stuck in my heart, I immediately had to separate the body. It's a thousand miles from my snow mountain, without my body, how can I... cough..."

He coughed and couldn't say anymore.

Dewey sighed: "Mr. Bai, since this thing can kill you, then it's your fatal weakness, and you dare to walk around? ”

The White River gasped for a moment and said proudly: "Huh! If I hadn't been wounded like this, who would have stuck me with 11 million of these? I can play my finger and kill him first. Hmm, hateful red water broke, he must have told the Pope about this! Other than him and Blue Hyatt, no one knows this weakness of mine! Blue Hyatt wouldn't do such a thing, just him. ”

The Pope smiled and looked deeply at Dewey: "Duke of Tulips, must you save his life? You just said I was treason, but you saved his life today, which is even more treason! Once this man returns, he will wave the war. Can you resist? Besides, you don't know... now the North..."

Dewey thought in his heart that the Pope spoke of the North... is it the North...

He suddenly thought of the Dragon Clan in secret. Does the Pope have a point?

The Dragon Nation is the first barrier to the protection of the human world. The Pope is so worried, unless it is Dragon Nation...

But Dewey thought about it and thought it was unlikely. That old dragon, he's such a sad old pervert! If Dewey doesn't believe in the world, if the culprit race is strong, who can beat the old dragon? Can it still be blocked by a strong dragon clan?!

But this earthquake...

Kill White River Grief?

If Dewey had been a bit despicable, he should have done so, and such an option would have been “reasonable”. But Dewey still has some heroic emotions in his heart. All this sadness in the White River, after a few days with him, Dewey had developed a lot of fondness for this mighty man, although we were all enemies, but we killed him here, and Dewey still refused to do it in his heart.

“His Majesty the Witch King.” Dewey sighed and lowered her voice: “It doesn't have to be a tough thing to do if you don't step into Roland within a decade. In your current situation..."

Dewey stopped talking about it, but what he meant was, the White River was still understandable. Dewey means nothing more than that: your body is frozen in the snow mountains anyway, and you can only descend once in a decade using the method of usurpation. You go back this time, the next time you come out, it's gonna be 10 years. There is no loss in accepting this condition.

But White River is so proud of this man! If he had half the meanness in his heart, this moment seemed to be a long time ago. He just sneered, “Who am I? For the rest of my life, I've never been coerced! Don't say I can't agree to that, even if I can, in which case, if I nod my head, will I still be sad? ”

Dewey sighed in his heart, but implicitly endorsed the character of the White River.

Isn't that what Dewey himself is?

If so... am I still Dewey?

I think I've said that before!

If I don't save my father, am I still Dewey?

If I marry Mrs. Lister, am I still Dewey?

Perhaps a change of choice would be more beneficial, but then… am I still me?!

This seems somewhat silly, but...

Damn, that's the way it is. It's good for my appetite!

“In ten years, I will be able to break that bondage down the mountain!” The White River is telling the truth to Dewey: “I never lie, if I really say yes today, then even if I... I can't go down the mountain in the future! I didn't do anything fat with words! ”

The Pope gasped in the back: “The Duke of Tulip...”

Dewey was upset and couldn't help but drink: "Stop talking! I won't kill him. ”

The Pope smiled slightly and sighed: "Then... kill me. ”

This gentle sentence made Dewey's heart beat a few times.

Kill the Pope? But it's a little too big.

The Pope faintly said: "I am hurt too badly, I am afraid that even if I wait, he will recover before me, and if you do not kill me then he will kill me. And... Duke of Tulips, if you don't kill me, aren't you afraid that I will pursue today? ”

Dewey looked up and down at the old man: “You... you're not old fool, are you? You're forcing me to kill you! ”

The Pope sighed and looked a little tired: "If you did kill me, I would thank you. The burden of a thousand things, I kind of left it behind. ”

He naturally did not want to kill the White River, but killed the Pope… and Dewey absolutely refused.

Are you kidding me, if this thing leaks out at 1: 30, is there any way to live in the future?!

And... is this old man so stupid?!

True, the White River grinned. “Dewey, don't listen to his charm. You can't kill him. If you kill him, you will cause great trouble! I heard that there is another kind of theology in the temple, but every senior clergyman, in the temple, has a hint of divinity, once killed, then that hint of divinity can be passed back through magic to illuminate the situation before death! You kill him here, you'll find out in the temple! ”

The Pope laughed and looked at the White River with sadness: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I was trying to persuade the Duke, but you said it yourself. Just like you said! Otherwise, I'm afraid the young duke won't believe me! ”

He distinguished himself as a posture, but the White River knew clearly, but he was arrogant and ignored the conspiracy, but dared to speak out.

Dewey's heart is getting harder.

If he does not kill the Pope, he will surely pursue himself when he returns. Kill the Pope, and the Temple will know that you are the murderer.

Just in the middle of a dilemma, suddenly a hurried horseshoe was heard from the distance of the road.

After the three of us heard about it, they were all discolored! The White River was frowned upon, and the Pope's face revealed a smile after listening to his horseshoe!

The horseshoe was rushed but undisturbed, with a hint of rhythm. When the Pope heard it, he heard it. This is exactly the sound of the famous and painstakingly cultivated Holy Knight Zema Mercedes!

The White River suddenly said, "Hey, kid, get out of here, I'm afraid it's the Holy Knight! ”

"How do you know that," said Dewey. ”

The White River grinned: “Looking at His Holiness the Pope's face, I guess. ”

The Pope smiled slightly but did not speak.

Dewey was furious in his heart and suddenly started killing the machine. He thought this was it anyway. Let's give this old guy a sword...

But then again, it is only the Pope that has been offended, not necessarily to the point of secession. But if you do kill him, it will be an endless vendetta. It looks like it, but it can't be killed.

White River sighed: "Dewey, you go. ”

As soon as Dewey thought about it, he went up: "Mr. Bai, I'll take you with me. ”

The White River shook its head: “If you can follow me here, I'm afraid you're not an ordinary knight, you must be a master among the holy knights. Go yourself, they won't necessarily chase you. If you take me, they will surely chase you! ”

Dwight laughed: "You've been good all day. If I watch you die now, am I Dwight or Dwight? ”

After that, I was about to go to the White River sad, but the White River sad face was really weird, but my eyes were angry: “Huh! Are you pitying me? I'm sad, I need to be pathetic? ”

He shrunk away from Dewey's hand. And right now, that horseshoe is close!

On the main road, three horses ran to the front, but there was one behind them. Look, on the three white horses in front, they were sitting on a holy knight in silver armor, and in the front, they actually wore a Grade 8 badge on their chest!

The other two, also of Level 5 status.

The three knights came a long way to Mercedes-Benz and saw what was happening here. The eighth knight, who was the head, saw the Pope sitting here, and suddenly he was in a good mood, and he flew off his horse and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty!! ”

His voice was so excited: "I finally found you! ”

The Pope coughed twice and was about to speak, but the fourth horse in the back jumped off one too!

But this man was a black horse, wearing a black armor, and Dewey looked at him and his heart screamed bitterness!

That long iron face, a cold and strange smile in the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept away on himself and the White River sadness...

Young Gen Iron Face, Sebastian!!

Sebastian didn't know how to walk with the Holy Knight. He jumped off the horse and gave a knight's salute to the Pope on the ground, smiling: “Your Holiness, you are indeed here. ”

He took two steps, and the Pope saw him, but seemed somewhat unnatural, but slightly wary. Sebasta's eyes looked closely and the laughter in her eyes grew stranger.

“Well, Your Majesty, it looks like you're badly hurt.” Sebasta sighed suddenly: "This Snow Mountain Witch King is really powerful, even Your Majesty did not kill him? ”

The Pope looked into the eyes of this iron-faced young man and suddenly felt cold! Yet he whispered: “Major General, thank your father Marshal Lu Gao this time, but unfortunately, he taught me the method but has not yet had a chance to use it. ”

Sebastian shook his head: "Your Majesty, this wizard king is a terrible disaster. Let me take him out on your behalf while he is at it. ”

After that, he brushed his sword out and slowly walked forward two steps, his eyes staring at the white river sadness, softly said: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid you didn't think, it was me who killed you in the end? Well... don't tell me about you, I didn't even think about it. ”

The White River looked quietly at the young man and whispered: “I had no idea that your father and the temple were still in contact. Red water broke... he has really changed a lot over the years. Well, even if we were enemies, even if we worked together occasionally, it was just profit driven, and it wasn't bad to kill me. ”

Sebastian smiled slightly, but his eyes grew more and more intense. He took two steps again, and suddenly the sword shook and the blade broke out like a snake! The chilly air burst, the silver gleam flashed, and the frost fought with all its strength!

An angry and painful cry saw a ray of blood, instant blood stained yellow sand, Sebasta's sword, like a venomous snake, stabbed out from an incredible angle, and the blade flashed through his chest!!

Dewey was shocked!

The Pope was stunned, too!

Just because, this sword of Sebasta did not stab the White River sadness, this viper sword, stabbed from under his own ribs, counterhand one sword, with a fighting temper, shot through the chest of the Holy Knight of Level 8, who knelt behind him!!

White River Sorrow - his eyes never changed, as if he had guessed he would do so long ago.

Poor Holy Knight of the eighth level, is also a strong man. If it was Sebastian and his fair duel, it would not be so easy to kill him. However, the knight could not help but be prevented. He was attacked by Sebastian's sword!

Sebasta's long sword penetrated his chest, and his strong fighting temper immediately followed the edge of his sword as if it were his body. Suddenly, the frost burst under his temper, exploding the flesh and guts of his chest! The Eighth Holy Knight shouted in anger, spraying blood clots in his mouth. Before dying, he stared incredibly at Sebastian and suddenly hit him dead. But Sebastian had a heart attack, so where was he unprepared? After dodging gently, with a sword in his back, he saw the blood rush and a head rush up...

The body of the Eighth Holy Knight has fallen and has become a headless corpse!

The other two lower knights pulled out their long swords, their eyes turned red, and their angry growls rushed towards Sebastian.

Two knights watched their leader get attacked by this guy, and suddenly he came against the Gods, all burned red by rage!

Unfortunately, Sebastian was so worried that he came up with one sword to kill one of the other's most powerful Lv8 knights. And when this strongest opponent dies, the two remaining opponents are no more powerful than level 5. Where does he see them?

You know, Sebastian has almost nine levels of strength!

He laughed coldly, frost fighting bright bright light, quickly harvested the lives of two people, but a few faces, the blade pierced each other's heart! In the end, the two knights refused to close their eyes when they died.

Sebasta lifted the blade gently and wiped the blood off each other's bodies, then plugged it back into the sheath, which made him look back at the Pope and the White River.

The anger on the Pope's face had disappeared, staring dead at Sebasta, suddenly sighed: “I was wrong, I was wrong… and the Viper was an ally, and sooner or later he would be bitten back by the Viper. It was my fault. ”

The White River grinned, “Not bad. It's the son of the Red Water Cut. I guess you won't let go of this opportunity. ”

Sebasta smiled slightly and the smile in the corner of her mouth grew more vicious and strange: "Your Majesty! I had no idea there would be such a day! Snow Mountain Witch King and Temple Pope, now your lives are in my hands! I just need two swords to change the landscape of the entire continent immediately! ”

He glanced at Dewey with his hands shrunk into his sleeves and said softly: "Dear Duke, I advise you to stay calm. You do have good strength, but unfortunately... you are a magician! If you're a few hundred meters away, maybe I'm really scared of you. But now, a few steps away, at such a distance, I can raise my hand to kill a magician like you who is not good at martial arts! ”

He smiled more and more: “Your Majesty, my White River Uncle! All of a sudden I really appreciate my father! Because he's never asked me to learn big snow mountain witchcraft! So I can safely and boldly kill you without worrying about that curse that tortured your whole life! ”

He sighed softly again and looked at Dewey: “Dear Duke, as for you... it doesn't really matter if I kill you... but unfortunately... you have the ‘beauty under the moon' in your hand, which leaves me no choice! ”

Dewey's expression was weird, his eyes filled with killer Sebastian, but he didn't seem scared, he just sighed softly: "My Major General, you surprise me... but you are a villain too... hmm, hey! Unfortunately, if you could make a few more evil laughs, it would be more like that. ”

Sebasta's eyes got cold: "Dewey, I really admire your sense of humor. But now you can save your life with a sense of humor! Four men here, both His Majesty, appear to be immobile. And my skills are stronger than yours! ”

Dewey grabbed his scalp and rolled his eyes: “There's only four of us here? Uh... are you sure?? ”

Sebastian's eyes turned and he began with some vigilance and then relaxed: “There is absolutely no hiding anybody around us when the two mighty men compete! Dewey, Duke, is this your way of saving lives? ”

Dewey blinked, "Don't you believe me? Well, how about we make a bet? I bet there's still a fifth guy here! ”

Without waiting for Sebastian to speak, Dewey suddenly honked herself in front of her mouth, raised her head to the air in the sky, ripped her voice open and shouted.

“Lord Zeng Zeng Zeng Grandmother, someone is going to kill me!" If I die, you won't be able to live. Help me! "

As soon as the voice went down, Dewey heard a faint sigh behind her head.

“It's like the second time I've heard you scream for help. As a descendant of the Rollins, if you are in danger, call for help! How can you be so impatient!” After a pause, this delicate and crisp voice seems to be a little dissatisfied: “Would you stop yelling at me" once "... hmm, am I old? ”

(Today it's 10,000 words... and...

Isn't today's update early enough? I know it's the weekend, I guess the brothers and sisters have activities at night, update early, let everyone see it, then go to HAPPY at night without a problem!

Am I being considerate enough?

Are you touched? Well, that's good. Hands over your monthly tickets if you're touched.

--Shameless dancing message, then three more evil laughs ~ wahahahaha...)

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