Trafford’s Trading Club

“Faith?”

Listen to Skaaha, Lucifer is measuring Bucky on the ground again. Her Majesty the Queen of Hell is really frowning this time.

"Can't you see what you're saying?" said Skaaha. ”

Lucifer could only shake his head and was helpless: “Although memory knowledge is not lacking, there is no difference between my body and ordinary human beings today, not only for physiological needs, but also for hunger. But even more ridiculously, my blood still contains power. ”

“What an incredible means of confinement.” Skaaha also shook his head helplessly: “I'm afraid it completely distinguishes your spirit from your power, but at the same time merges into an independent individual. ”

This is Lucifer, the king of one of the highest ranks in hell besides the abyss, so easily...

Lucifer was silent for a moment - she could explain basically everything in the world, but I'm afraid she could explain the real idea behind her power.

She can't, and I'm afraid he can't.

Perhaps he would have known more, otherwise he would not have...

“What are you thinking?” Skaaha's gaze suddenly sharpened, "or, what did you think? ”

Lucifer bluntly said, "Just remembering some old things, nothing... let's get back to this guy. Skaaha, what do you think? ”

Skaaha, as a summoner, is often unable to disobey the will of the summoner - of course, there have been cases in history where the summoner rebelled against the summoner and succeeded, but it is also obsolete that the summoner, far beyond his rank, has contrived to speculate and summoned the summoner.

As for Lucifer... this is the Queen of Hell, a bit higher than she is when it comes to rank.

“Look at these. ”

At this point, Skaha quickly took Lucifer's words and grabbed Bucky's arm, “On the way back, I checked carefully. He was able to use the magic with the power of holiness, thanks to the two rings on his hands. In addition, he also has a hidden crown on his head, which is somewhat interesting, it absorbs the power of faith continuously, and there seems to be a tiny, growing subspace inherently..."

Lucifer was also wearing two rings on Inspector Bucky's hand, and the color was a little serious, "This is not the prop that modern magic technology can create. Looking at the tattoos on the ring, some of them look like ancient Babylonian products… Skaha, can he reveal the crown on his head? ”

The Shadow Queen did not answer, but simply nodded her head on Bucky's forehead - suddenly a green, weaved crown of olive branch leaves emerged from Bucky's forehead.

Lucifer tried to take the crown off and eventually failed.

“I also tried to take this crown off and study it carefully, but it seemed to be completely bound to this guy's soul... although it could be forcibly divided, intuition told me that it would be troublesome if it were forcibly divided... Well, Your Highness Lucifer, do you seem to recognize this crown? ”

I just saw Lucifer's face was a little shady at the moment, staring dead at this crown on Bucky's head, whispering: “Are you kidding me, this thing wasn't already... Babetta! ”

“Babeta?” Skaaha opened his mouth in surprise, not answering: “The Tower of Heaven? This crown is the legendary Tower of Heaven? ”

Lucifer nodded, "That was a long time ago, when a mortal wanted to build a path to heaven, so he built the tower. Its existence offended Him, and in the end, anger descended... and it was I who executed the ruling. ”

“You destroyed Babeta, but it appears again?” Skaaha frowned: “So the possibility of your destruction wasn't the real Babeta? ”

“No, I destroyed Babeta all over the sky myself.” Lucifer shook his head: “Though the Babylonians were intelligent and even touched God's forbidden zone, they were intrinsically at an insurmountable distance from us… this crown, in its self-forming subspace, fears another tower of the heavens. I'm afraid this is a replica of the original Babeta, or a backup defect... Bucky, Bucky, I gave you a lucky guardian, but I never thought your luck would be such a good day... or my luck? ”

“His Majesty Lucifer?” Skaaha shouted softly, and Lucifer looked a little crazy at this moment.

“I can hear you, Skaaha. ”

Lucifer took a deep breath at this point and sneered: "Wasn't it already obvious that it would completely invalidate my contract, give Bucky another common sky tower, and even allow his half-transformed demon to use the power of his properties naturally… and the punishment I received when I was chasing Bucky? ”

“Sure.” Skaaha shook his head and then said helplessly: "I'm afraid this is the worst case scenario, Sire Lucifer… for its existence, the Guest will be sheltered. ”

But seeing Lucifer smiled without a second thought, and then stepped directly on Bucky's face and squinted his eyes: “Who said I was going to deal with Bucky... this guy I was only willing to give him that kind of contract because it was useful. But in contrast to his present situation, it would have been of little significance to want his soul... the path to heaven through the tower. Bucky, you really brought me something nice. How can I give it to you? ”

“The Tower of Heaven… it turns out.” Skaha looks at Lucifer indifferently, "is the goal… paradise? ”

“Queen of Shadows, as a demigod, immortal, do you have the courage to challenge the man at the top of the pyramid of the Divine System? ”

Skaaha silenced and slowed down: “It's worth a try. ”

“Ah… now I'm slowly getting an idea in my mind. ”

Lucifer stepped on it a few more times, "Let me get this right. Skaaha, how about we send this lucky man back first? Babeta was born from eating the beliefs of all, and now this, if not enough, will not grow. ”

“I'm afraid it takes a lot of faith. ”

Skaaha knows that this is probably a long process - and, of course, for her immortality and for Lucifer, a long time is meaningless - as long as the purpose becomes meaningful.

“Then let's feed it as much as we can...”

Lucifer laughed, "How about a Protestant religion that can rival his legacy in this world… we take Bucky to the true altar! ”

Not knowing that he was being reckoned with by two tens of thousands of years old monsters, Bucky suddenly turned around and reached out and disturbed his butt, keeping a halla in his mouth, apparently sleeping perfectly and smelly.

……

“Ha Chi -!! ”

Bucky suddenly sneezed, feeling shaky, but also awakened - after awakening, Bucky found himself deep in what seemed to be a roof.

At the same time, his clothes didn't fly, and there was only one pair of boxers left - though, shouldn't it be cold in the hot weather?

It's like being thrown into an ice cellar for hours. But then again... why are you stripped naked and still on the rooftop - if you look down here, this seems to be the hotel rooftop for your birthday dinner?

The rooftop... Bucky looked around him and suddenly struck another chill. This time it wasn't because of the cold, it was because of a sudden reminder of an extremely bad memory.

Looks like he was thrown on the roof once, hungry and cold, almost lost his life... can't be, this time is also the arm of that black maid?

Bucky suddenly jumped up and looked around him in panic - until no one could see him.

At this moment, the phone rang in the dark. Bucky was shocked, but found a phone on the ground - and it was his own.

This made Bucky blurry - not knowing how he passed out, not knowing who took his clothes off and left his fucking phone behind.

“My Lord Messenger! My Lord Messenger! Can you hear me? ”

After the call, it was Mr. Besson's voice… Bucky frowned and asked directly: "Besson, what happened? ”

“Did something happen?” Mr. Besson on the other end of the phone asked curiously, "Mr. St. Francis told me that you were going to have a bit of a fatigue after discussing your life with Miss Christine tonight, so take a break. But I saw it was late and we should go back, so I had to call you. ”

I discussed your sister...

No, the labor didn't touch the chick at all. She wanted to talk to me at first, but suddenly she collapsed... the chick must have been mesmerized and wouldn't resist?

Bucky caressed his back neck deliberately and always felt a little uncomfortable in this place... wouldn't it be too long to lie underground, some pillows or something?

“Ming... where is St. Francis now?” Bucky suddenly asked.

“Oh, Mr. St. Francis is still at the hotel, probably drunk at the banquet, resting right now.” Mr. Besson hastily said, "By the way, Miss Christine showed up later, and told me that she would be happy to join us on your call. ”

What's going on?

Are you saying you look like Ming is behind this?

Bucky unconsciously reached out and touched his face, quickly touching a thin film out of it - something that was brought to his face by some kind of force, and people couldn't even find it without saying it was taken off.

This thing is still here. So, your identity hasn't been discovered by Ming?

Nor is it... if God could inadvertently faint himself, I'm afraid it would be more than just ordinary people? Did Ming actually suffer something special, even like himself?

If you have it, why can't Ming have it?

With that in mind, Bucky wanted to copy the guy directly to Ming's face, throwing him a seductive plan to put an end to it.

“Lord Messenger? Your Eminence? ”

“Stop yelling! Pick me up right now!” Bucky's a little upset at the moment: “I'm on the roof of the hotel! Speed, and bring me a suit! ”

“Yes! I'll be right there! ”

Shortly afterwards, Bucky sat in his car and rushed back to his estate.

……

Meanwhile, news of the re-emergence of the 'Messenger of God' and his hasty departure first reached the ears of Mr. St. Francis, who was resting.

“We don't know exactly how much this messenger knows from you, but obviously I still have to see him in person.” Mr. St. Francis looked at Cosigny and said softly, "Perhaps we can talk directly about cooperation. ”

“But would he be so submissive?” Kosty is skeptical.

“Isn't it clear that the goal of creating such a church, enriching believers, playing women believers, etc.?” St. Francis said softly at this point: "If he had the ability to help me climb the throne of this country, I could give him plenty of room for development, but only to use each other. If it was profitable, how could a wise man refuse? ”

“Do I still need to go there?” Kosty asked again.

Mr. St. Francis laughed a few times and grabbed Christine's chin gently, "Sure, and I'll send you there myself. ”

……

Pff--!!

Inside the estate, the door to the bedroom of the 'Messenger of God' burst open suddenly, only the Messenger Sir walked directly in, kicked out several young girls who had waited early inside, and closed the door.

Bucky pulled all the curtains in the bedroom at this point, then checked again that all the doors and windows were locked, and that there was no way the room was hiding anybody before he went under the bed.

He pryed the floor under the bed, then pulled the club pad out of the darkroom under the floor and tapped directly into the special requirements interface.

“Well... consulting project... there it is, here! Please identify the questions you need to ask? OK!” Bucky licked his lips and typed directly: Is Ming human?

“Damn... 50 units for this question? Too dark, huh? ”

Despite some heartache, Bucky bought the answer directly - the answer is that Mingo is a normal person.

“No, if it's not Ming, who is it?” Bucky frowned and had to type the question again: Who was the killer who knocked me out tonight and left me on the roof?

After that, Bucky suddenly opened his eyes. Because he saw this unit of faith that needed to be consumed to buy the answer to this question.

One hundred thousand units!

“Throw me on the roof and freeze me, this routine is so obvious! I know it must be you, black guy! You must be trying to cheat my faith away from me!! I'm not gonna get it! ”

Me, Bucky, smart!

Bucky suddenly raised his head and hit the bed plate...