I, the Lord of God, recruit witches to make money

December, 24th.

As the twelfth lunar month draws to a close, a sudden heavy snowfall sweeps across Paris.

In a certain hotel in District 8, the news on the TV was still clamoring for the news on the night of the 10th.

Who is the hero behind the fall of the largest evil force in the history of Paris, the destruction of the Razor Gang, and the destruction of the Boron Manor?

Opinions vary.

The details about Huck, the leader of the Razor Gang, were also dug up.

I don’t know which government took the blame. I just know that the president who was responsible for the growth of the Razor Gang has long been buried.

Chika Saito sat expressionlessly by the bed. She was not a woman like President Merlin, but a bearded man, staring at the screen quietly.

In this narrow room that occupies less than 20 square meters, a bed, a TV, and a bedside table are the limit.

Snow fell heavily outside the vertical windows.

"We can't go on like this." A man's lips appeared from the side of his cheek, rough and big, "Is there any point in shrinking from the evening of the 9th to now?"

Saito Chika did not speak, but another mouth appeared on her forehead. It was as bright as a rose. It was a woman, "Fire Man, what are you arguing about? You didn't listen to the prophet who said that we will die. Unlike before, she can't predict the future now."

"It should be the unknown existence that destroyed the Razor Gang. It is too powerful, and everyone's fate has become unpredictable under the influence of that power."

"Shut up, you guys. After all, it's not the prophet who said that a huge energy body is about to be born in Paris, and let us come and devour it. As a result, we ended up in this situation. There is no way to escape!"

Fire Man replied testily.

The prophet was already upset. Hearing this, he didn't want to continue taking the blame. A mouth formed from his chin, "Can you blame me? The future does show that we will not die and can even gain the power of God.

However, that existence is beyond my predicted fate. "

The prophet is very speechless. In fact, it foresees that the future after Saito Chika will be dark, but unlike the last time Redbeard, they have a bright future.

In other words, after Chika Saito died, they gained benefits and had no objection to the trip to Paris.

But such a clear future became blurred on the afternoon of the 9th, and finally disappeared completely.

The prophet knew very well that the reason for such a situation was probably the encounter with the person who killed Red Beard.

Existences outside of destiny made their situation passive, and they rashly left Saito Chika's body and chose to escape alone. At that moment, the evil spirit fluctuations emitted by themselves would definitely be noticed by the Holy Knights.

Because of the creation of God, Notre Dame is extremely sensitive to this invisible fluctuation.

"According to what you said, everyone on the left and right will die. Why not follow my method and first deal with Adolf who has been chasing after me."

Chika Saito does not want to die, but she has no fear of death.

If it really wants to welcome death, its first thought is to recruit a few more people to support it.

The prophet said: "Maybe that is the cause of our total destruction."

"Then according to the original plan, attack Leto Rahn of the Holy Knights, imitate his appearance and sneak into Notre Dame de Paris, waiting for an opportunity to devour the newly formed energy body."

Chika Saito changes plans.

The prophet sighed again: "Maybe that is the cause of our death."

"You said everything was the cause of death, so if we are waiting here, like a bastard trapped in a water tank, waiting for someone to grab it, isn't it the cause of death?"

Fire Man replied testily.

The prophet didn't say anything. It has always been the brain of the Seven Sisters of Destiny. With its ability to predict the future, it can always choose the right path when a choice is needed.

When faced with a dark future, it lost its determination and tried to stay here with the thought that it might be able to avoid it by hiding in a hotel.

The remaining six evil spirits, including Saito Chika, are not satisfied with the turtle's plan.

After staying in this hotel for more than ten days, if we don't take action, the original plan will fail.

What's more, without the ability to predict the future, the prophet's words also lose their original weight.

"It will still be implemented as originally planned."

Saito Qianhua stood up and looked at the host of the TV station who was still talking. She pressed the switch on the remote control and turned off the TV.

The extra mouth on the cheek retracted and it walked outside.

…

At noon, the snow stopped.

The streets and rooftops of Paris are covered with a layer of snow, like a fairy tale landscape projected into the real world.

You can take photos anywhere and use them as wallpaper on your phone.

Provided no one steps on it.

squeak.

Thick brown boots stepped on the snow.

The 10th arrondissement is a famous red light district in Paris. The signboards of the Zhongxia Hotel can be seen everywhere. Some women with cotton-padded clothes on their upper bodies and short skirts and stockings on their lower bodies are guarding the streets. Most of them are middle-aged women.

"Hey, bro, do you want to warm up?"

The woman who applied makeup to hide her age waved to the man passing by. The man was covered in a black cloak and wore a hood, looking mysterious and unable to see his face.

Seems hard to mess with.

But if you give me money, it doesn’t matter if you have a dog.

Women just want to lie down and make money.

"No need." The man replied, looking at the woman with his dark green eyes. The clarity in his eyes made her feel a little ashamed, and she didn't know what she was ashamed of.

He quickly put out the cigarette in his hand against the street lamp, hurriedly looked away, and hurriedly left this place.

Hojo Hiirago looked up at the hotel sign, took a few steps forward, found the small hotel he was looking for, and entered.

"Want to book a room?"

"No, find someone." Hojo Hiirago raised his hand and moved the wine glass in the air. A very simple thing, but it made the boss lady understand that the other party was an extraordinary person.

Coupled with this kind of dress, she was immediately frightened and pretended not to see it.

When Hojo Hiirago walked up the narrow stairs, she hurriedly walked around the front desk. She was not afraid of the cold outside and just wanted to stay away to avoid being affected by the fight.

Hojo Hiirago went up to the second floor. There was no obvious garbage in the corridor. The color of the corners and some indelible marks showed that the environment here was not very good.

He followed the house number and found 206, raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying: "Hello."

"I don't need any services."

The indifferent tone came from inside and out, and the pleasant voice made the small hotel a bit higher, and it seemed to become a five-star hotel.

"Miss Adolf, I am from the Holy Knights. I have something I want to know from you."

Hojo Hiirago revealed the fake identity he borrowed.

"Please come in."

After receiving a response, he opened the door. Inside was a room of less than twenty square meters, with a bed, not even a TV, just a toilet and bedside table.

The air was filled with the strong smell of instant noodles, and the stacked instant noodle buckets were already higher than the height of the bed.

There is also a bucket of hot beef noodles on the bedside table.

A woman with flaming red hair stood in front, pointing a gun at him. Her green eyes were colder than the white snow outside, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to know some information about Saito Chika from you."

Hojo Hiirago raised his hand to express that he did not have any hostility, "Of course, I will not let you say for free that we will buy this important news from you for 100 million euros.

With this money, you can change to a good hotel at any time and never have to eat instant noodles again. "

"Don't underestimate instant noodles!"

Seeing Adolf say this with a cold killer expression, Hojo Hiirago didn't know how she could hold back her laughter. He coughed twice and said to resolve the embarrassment: "That's not the point. The key is money. You must be in great need of money.”

"No need, I am not a frivolous woman that can be bought with money."

Adolf flatly rejected his request and said solemnly: "I will deal with Saito Chika. I don't need you irrelevant people to meddle in my own business."

"You followed Captain Leto of our Holy Knights around ten o'clock in the morning on the 11th. Do you think you had some love for him?"

"Of course not, I have a boyfriend, um, a man. Although he has the idea of ​​​​taking a few boats, we still love each other very much!"

Adolf's answer was once again beyond Hojo Hiirago's expectations. He always felt that this person's emotional problems were a bit complicated. However, analyzing the other person's emotional problems was not the purpose of his trip.

"There is only one possibility. Chika Saito's next actions will endanger Captain Leto's life. Could it be that you want to use our team members to fish?"

"..." Adolf didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

She really wanted to use Leto to fish and exchange her life for a collection of evil spirits and spirits like Saito Chika. She would not suffer any loss no matter what.

But with such thoughts, it was okay for her to plan it secretly and let the people of the Holy Knights know about it.

Adolf's face was not so thick that it was impeccable.

Hojo Hiirago took advantage of the victory and pursued: "We have strengthened the protection of Leto."

"Tsk."

Adolf knew that his plan was going to go bankrupt, so he chose to put down his gun and said: "Don't alert the enemy, Saito Chika is not like an ordinary high-level spirit.

It was possessed by evil spirits, and according to George's guess, more than one high-level evil spirit was leaning over it. "

"I see, that's why you were kicked off the FBI."

Hojo Hiirago knew George quite well. With his character, he would never take action against a dangerous person who threatened other than his own interests.

A high-level spirit with the ability to be possessed by various evil spirits. For George who is busy with his own plans, it is not an enemy that should be actively provoked.

"You're wrong. I resigned on my own initiative. George always wanted to arrange other things for me to do. Plus I had a boss I didn't like very much. So I simply left the FBI and regained my freedom."

Adolf corrected the error in his words and continued; "There are two known abilities of evil spirits. One is suspected to be related to precognition, which allows it to avoid danger, and the other ability is fire.

Among the Holy Knights, only the Fire Sword Leto meets the conditions for one of the evil spirits' abilities.

I suspect it wants to blend into the Paladins just like it blended into the Redbeard Pirates.

But Chika Saito never made a move, maybe I guessed wrong. "

As she spoke, her brows gradually wrinkled, wondering if she had thought wrong.

Hojo Hiirago thought thoughtfully, there are limits to any ability.

Some seemingly unlimited abilities are just that the enemy cannot reach the upper limit of the ability limit.

This is the norm.

Shiraishi is obviously that kind of unconventional existence. Could it possibly interfere with that person's ability to predict and scare him away?

Hope it's not such a bad result.

"Thank you for the information. The money will be in your bank card later. Chika Saito will handle it without your intervention."

"I have my own way of doing things."

Adolf replied with an indifferent expression.

Hojo Hiirago bowed, took a step back, locked the door, and walked downstairs.

Adolf stuffed the gun back into the thigh space, held the instant noodles in both hands, and poured them directly into the trash can.

If you have money, who wants to eat instant noodles?

The same goes for this hotel. If possible, she would definitely like a splendid hotel.

She will change to a good hotel later. As for leaving Paris, she has no plans for the time being. She wants to stay here and witness the death of Chika Saito.

…

Hojo Hiirago exited the hotel.

There are gradually more and more pedestrians on the street outside, and the white snow has lost its original purity, and the dust on the soles of the shoes has become ugly.

He strode back.

Ten minutes later, he turned into an alley and looked left and right, unaware that anyone was following him.

Take a giant stride into a wall.

The wall did not block his progress, causing ripples to ripple.

Hojo Hiirago arrives at his base in Paris.

Inside is a small study room with several bookshelves filled with books, even on the table.

The retro old-fashioned kerosene lamp was placed on the table, and the faint light illuminated the blond hair covering her ears.

"Mr. Big Pineapple, you are here."

Hojo Hiirago took off his hood, with a gentle smile on his face.

The blonde beauty who was sitting on the chair closed the book in her hand and said with a smile: "You asked me to wait in the study early, how dare I delay."

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of steaming tea.

"Thank you."

Hojo Hiirago took a sip of hot tea, and the winter chill dissipated a lot, and said: "I got the news, please tell Shiraishi that Chika Saito is not an ordinary high-level spirit..."

To tell the truth about Adolf, "If it doesn't hit Leto, it leaves Paris."

"Thank you for the information, but I don't think Shiraishi and Hanama Kiku are in a hurry."

Mr. Big Pineapple touched his chin with his hand, recalling the recent actions of the two of them, and said: "It's really too perfunctory. It's like vacationing in Paris, traveling around and taking pictures."

"Someone should be collecting information about us secretly. People who stayed in Japan told me that Takagi Kakuzu and Aono Ren in Hanama Kiku's team disappeared."

Hojo Hiirago told the information he had and said: "I can't find their whereabouts, but there is no need to care. My body can dispel all doubts."

"Did you really decide to do this?"

Mr. Big Pineapple's expression was a little complicated.

"We are still too weak. We don't have a strong man from the Eighth Realm to take charge. We can't realize our ideals just by talking."

Mr. Big Pineapple hesitated: "Maybe... we can tell Bai Shi that I don't think he is that kind of bad person."

"I've met Shiraishi before, and he even solved the curse for me."

Hojo Hiirago's thoughts returned to that night, and he said firmly: "He is too strong, so strong that no one can defeat him.

Because of this, we cannot let him interfere too much in our affairs.

Once he gets used to meddling in various things, he may cause unimaginable disasters. "

"..." Mr. Big Pineapple thought about what he saw that night at Bolen Manor and fell into deep thought.

It is undeniable that Hojo Hiirago's worries are justified.

However, is Shiraishi's will so easy to change?

The scales in her heart were swinging.

"Don't say unnecessary things. Don't forget that Huajianju's relationship with him is far deeper than ours."

Hojo Hiirago came up with more convincing words.

"Yeah, that's true, I understand."

Mr. Big Pineapple stood up, with his mind made up.

PS: Thanks to Kuon Chitose for the tip