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City center.

In the Florence Cathedral, a greasy-haired middle-aged man stood on the top floor of the church, looking at the looming trade area. Captain Luca stood beside him with his sword on his hip, acting as a loyal guard.

The middle-aged man slowly rubbed his left hand, and a ball of black light and shadow kept rotating between his fingers.

"Lost?" he asked suddenly.

Captain Luca said respectfully: "Yes, he went around the city several times and got rid of our people."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "It's okay, I'm probably going to see my old friend."

"They join forces?" Captain Luca seemed worried.

"It's best to join forces." The middle-aged man said calmly: "After more than five hundred years of stalemate, I need a breaker."

Captain Luca didn't quite understand what he said, and looked a little confused.

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "You don't need to understand. Follow my orders. Everyone retreats to the church. Don't worry about the witches and devil's servants outside."

"Yes." Captain Luka left with his sword.

The wind blew, and the middle-aged man's greasy hair moved with the wind, and his robes rustled, as if a god was about to be born.

It was his duty to trap the devils near the city of Florence, and he had fulfilled his duty by destroying them.

After chatting in the morning and noon, and agreeing on how to deal with the Mona Lisa, Roger came down from upstairs, climbed over the wall and left the backyard of the store, and started to take a detour to return to the Shell Hotel.

You can use the words of the painter Leonardo da Vinci as a reference, only a fool will believe them all.

Since entering this world, he has never trusted anyone. This is both the instinct and innate nature of some people in dangerous environments.

The two Leonardo da Vinci can be called the guardians of this illusory world, or even the guardians of the human world.

Can humans trust their own guardians?

The materialistic education he received since childhood made Roger not believe in any ghosts or ghosts.

People can't even trust their own kind, let alone other existences?

Roger took out the ear-shaped pendant, and the source of light shone brightly, and he jumped for joy.

This is a sugar-coated cannonball! He sighed softly, this is a sugar-coated cannonball sent by the magic stick Leonardo da Vinci.

What should you do when faced with sugar-coated cannonballs? A great man once said, eat the sugar-coated bullets and hit them back.

So, after Roger checked it carefully, he put the pendant on his body.

As soon as the ear-shaped pendant was hung around the neck, the light bulb that was the source of light suddenly brightened.

The third demon soul was swallowed before, and the brightness of the light bulb was close to fifteen watts. Now it is estimated to be twenty-five watts, right?

The abundant light energy completely suppressed the imminent seal.

The source of light greedily absorbs energy from the earrings.

Roger stroked the small and delicate ear and could clearly feel that energy flowed into the body from it, and very little energy slowly fell into the pendant from the outside world.

But the amount is very small.

If the earrings pour into the body like a river, then what falls into the earrings is just a hazy drizzle.

Although the brightness has only increased by ten watts, according to the painter Leonardo da Vinci, this ear-shaped pendant can self-absorb the bright energy in the light.

Very slow.

But when you add up, you can use it as a backup battery.

Also, this pendant gave him a feeling that it fit perfectly with the source of light, as if it was meant to be together.

There is another one in Da Vinci's magic stick. If you can get a pair, you don't have to worry too much even if you can't hunt the devil for a while and there are no devil souls to eat.

According to the artist Leonardo da Vinci, these ears were left behind by an extremely powerful heroic soul, who seemed to be able to completely eliminate the demonic soul in his body.

Specific clues can only be found after gathering your ears.

Roger quietly revised his target, and Leonardo da Vinci was officially included in his target list.

Da Vinci not only had another ear-shaped pendant, he also seemed to know how to pull Samuel's sickle out of his body.

The painter Leonardo da Vinci told me so much information.

Before Roger turned out of the alley, he looked at the backyard of the art store again. Apart from asking him to help kill the Mona Lisa, the painter Leonardo da Vinci's other words were all centered around the master Leonardo da Vinci.

Entering the street where the Shell Hotel is located, Roger felt the brightness of the source of light again. He should be able to restore his left hand, but he did not do it. This hand is the symbol of Baron Samuel and will be useful in the future.

I just asked the painter Leonardo da Vinci, and things like Baron Samuel’s hands and naughty eyes are the most prominent symbols of the Seven Servants of the Devil.

I went to the bakery that the painter Leonardo da Vinci mentioned. Just as he was about to go out, he saw a tall and thin Latino passing by the door and walking towards the Shell Hotel.

Roger took two steps to catch up, but did not go over immediately, but followed behind.

He remembered this man very clearly. He had been muttering something like "I'm not crazy" before he came in.

The Latino seemed to be in poor health and walked crookedly. When he was approaching the door of the hotel, his feet suddenly became weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Roger rushed over and helped him.

"Are you okay?" Roger looked very concerned.

He was more testing, holding the Latino with one hand and placing the other hand quietly on the dagger. If the Latino showed any abnormality, he would immediately pierce his heart.

The Latino looked at him with a confused expression and said, "I'm not a psycho! I'm not a psycho..."

Seeing this, Roger was roughly sure that the Latina had not changed yet. How tall and tall were the Seven Servants of the Demon King to be disguised like this?

Of course, he won't let down his guard.

"Let's go in." Roger pulled up the Latino and prepared to enter the hotel.

The Latino is still muttering: "I'm not crazy."

Roger was helpless. His voice was just like Tang Monk reciting a mantra, and he immediately said very seriously: "I know you are not crazy, you are normal."

It is said that neurotics never admit that they are neurotic.

The Latino's dazed face suddenly sobered up, and he asked: "Really?"

This was the first time Roger heard him say something other than "I'm not crazy." As a good man in the new era, he encouraged and recognized, saying: "What other people think is not important, what matters is what you think about yourself."

He entered the store with Latino, who looked confused again.

Roger observed for a while and saw that there was no problem with Latino, so he took the initiative to let him go. Since there was no demon soul attached to him, Latino was still a very useful bait for him.

"Father!"

Some familiar voices came from the dining area of ​​the hotel. The voice was booming, "I've finally waited for you, father!"

Is this me being called? Roger was a little confused. He turned around and looked over. Are there still people who randomly identify as their father these days? Are they trying to get some benefit from me? It’s not easy to call him grandpa.

As a result, what he saw was a familiar face, black Doug!

"Father!" Black Lives Matter pouted and stamped his foot, "Where have you been? Don't you want me anymore?"

Roger felt a chill. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten yet today, otherwise he would have vomited it out.

But his mind was spinning very quickly, and he immediately made a guess, and deliberately asked tentatively: "Cecilia?"

Black Lives Matter burst into joy: "It's me! I succeeded!"

A white ferret jumped out of his arms, stood on Doug's shoulder, sniffed at Roger, and then nodded its head.

"Father, you also succeeded!" Black Lives Matter smiled brightly.

Roger instantly understood that Black Lives Matter was finished. Cecilia’s demonic soul had taken over this body and became the new Black Lives Matter.

According to the information he received, devils are also divided into genders. Cecilia is obviously a female devil, but now she occupies a male body.

What did this happen?

Female soul male body?

Suddenly, Roger felt that the devil was really scary.

This is a big eagle succubus!

Thinking this in his heart, Roger kept a calm expression on his face, because next to Black Lives Matter sat the short Japanese islander Taka Yamamoto.

On the table to the left of Yamamoto Takashi, Granny Rong and red-haired Bella sat eating together in perfect harmony.

The style of painting is wrong.

Roger blinked at Granny Rong. Granny Rong had always looked down on red-haired Bella, so why would she sit with her?

"Father……"

With a sound like a cuckoo crying blood, Black Lives Matter walked over, and a small purple tail suddenly appeared from behind. It was like a dog seeing its owner. It kept wagging and wagging, and calmly passed by her mother-in-law.

, the tail also swept over a cup.
Chapter completed!