In the evening, Merlin's Ford was parked downstairs at an investment company on Wall Street.

He opened the car door and saw the sign at the entrance of the magnificent building at a glance. The thing looked like a chaotic invisible light, which was shaped into a very abstract posture by the artists.

And on that weird logo, the name of this investment company is engraved.

“blakhalo”

"Heiguang Investment Company"

Merlin murmured the name, and he felt that the name should represent some special meanings, but unfortunately he didn't understand it. Just as he didn't understand the building and the owner of this company.

He just knew that a powerful half-demon named Damon had this place.

As early as 1991, when he came to Manhattan, there was a strong demonic aura here. Four years later, the dark aura here not only did not weaken, but instead increased slightly.

That posture was like a demon lord who had smuggled through the world, and this Lord Damon seemed to have no intention of hiding himself at all.

Four years ago, Merlin found out about His Excellency Damon without much effort.

He is an ostensibly a very generous investor who is willing to invest a lot of money in any valuable thinking and is the most generous angel in the minds of all entrepreneurs in New York.

Moreover, because His Excellency Dimon has extremely accurate investment vision and can recover large returns for every investment, he has a very good reputation among the capitalists on Wall Street.

Merlin made up his casual suit, and he walked into the investment company with his handbag. On the rows of seats in the company's lobby, when he was supposed to have supper, there were still many entrepreneurs with dreams waiting for the opportunity to be summoned by Mr. Damon.

The beautiful sister at the front desk greeted Merlin with a formulaic beautiful smile, and she asked:

"Sir, can I do something for you?"

"I'll talk to Mr. Damon about something."

Merlin said with an equally hypocritical smile:

“Something that is very important.”

"What's your name?"

The young lady asked again, and Merlin said softly:

"My name is Merlin."

The young lady lowered her head and checked today's appointment record. A few minutes later, she said to Merlin:

"Sorry, Mr. Merlin. But you did not make an appointment with Mr. Damon. If you really want to visit Mr. Damon, please leave your information and contact information. If Mr. Damon has time, he will contact you."

"No, ma'am."

Merlin took something out of her pocket and placed it in front of the beautiful young lady, and said:

“I have an appointment.”

Merlin's fingers moved away, revealing the burned charred metal badge. The inverted pentagram on the badge began to shine with strange light after Merlin injected a trace of magic into it, which surprised the young lady at the front desk.

Her expression changed for a moment, as if she felt that Merlin was taking something hell of a haunt to make her happy.

However, just as the young lady was about to call the security guard, the phone at her hand suddenly rang.

The young lady put the microphone in her ear, and a few seconds later, she had a formulaic smile on her face. She made a "please" gesture to Merlin in the most elegant posture and said in the sweetest voice:

"Please follow me, Mr. Merlin and Mr. Damon are waiting for you."

Merlin put away the badge, nodded, and followed the perfect young lady into the elevator under the envious and jealous gaze of the investors behind him.

Two minutes later, Meilin arrived at the top of the Heiguang Building, and the young lady at the front desk diligently pushed open the heavy, gorgeous red wooden door in front of him.

The moment the door was pushed open, a breath that was at least 5 times more than Merlin's dark magic power almost hit her face, causing the eyes under Merlin's glasses to shine with fluctuating light.

He reached out and pushed his glasses, smiled at the young lady beside him, and walked into the office in front of him.

This is a very luxurious office, covering an area of ​​even larger than the entire house in Merlin, but there is not much placement and looks a little empty.

The luxurious red carpet was laid on the ground, the luxurious golden silk curtains were half pulled open, and the last afterglow of the setting sun shone into the office along the window, and a cold light was reflected on the precious mahogany desk.

Behind the desk, a young man was sitting.

He looked more mature than Merlin. He was wearing a black suit, his black hair was neatly combed, and his black eyes, and he looked very steady, just like those real business tycoons.

As Merlin walked into the office, Mr. Damon seemed to be dealing with business matters. He browsed a document and waved to Merlin to sit aside first.

He seemed to be very adapted to his role. At least the casual wave just now was full of the smell of elites in the upper class.

Merlin didn't bother Damon.

If possible, he did not want to make enemies with the half-demon in front of him, and he was not even willing to contact him.

Damon's strength is far above him. This half-demon is almost the most powerful of all the magic-related characters Merlin has seen so far.

It is like a quiet ball of flame. Although it looks peaceful, it does not mean that it does not have the ability to burn the world.

A few minutes later, Daimon picked up the pen and signed his name on the document in front of him. He put the documents aside and then raised his head and looked at Merlin sitting on the sofa.

A trace of doubt flashed through Damon's black eyes, and he said to Merlin:

"I just sensed your breath, and at that moment, I almost thought I had read it wrong. Your method of hiding your breath is superb and I have to appreciate it. But what I am even more curious about is, what is the 'son' of the Three Palace Demon coming to me for?"

This half-demon said bluntly:

"Is it a message for your father?"

"No."

Merlin shook his head, and he threw the badge in his hand to Damon, who took it in his hand, and only glanced at him, his handsome face and his brow rose high.

He stood up, supported his hands on the table, and said to Merlin:

"Where did you find this?"

"Hell's Kitchen, where are a group of gangsters who are possessed by demons."

Merlin said:

"They found an altar from somewhere to communicate with hell. Fortunately, the group of people were real laymen and only used a bunch of rune sacrifices with errors. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have come to you."

"This emblem was found in that altar."

Merlin coughed lightly, he looked at Damon and said:

"I serve an institution and this matter is under my jurisdiction, so I took the liberty to visit me just to ask, Lord Damon, do you have the idea of ​​developing believers in Hell's Kitchen?"

“I didn’t do this.”

Damon put the emblem on his fingertips and played with it. He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling Manhattan neighborhood below from a height of 100 meters.

With a wave of his hand, a lit cigar appeared in front of Merlin. Merlin reached out to catch the thing and also caught the kindness conveyed by Damon.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the silent half-demon turned around and let the golden light spread on him. He carried his hands on his back and said to Merlin calmly:

"I was tired of recruiting believers and forming a cult 20 years ago."

"And, Mr. Merlin, I don't know if you realize that in this era, the role of money has been magnified unlimitedly. In the past time, people have devoted everything they desire to be power, dignity, power, etc."

"But now, all those young people with dreams are asking for money from beings like me."

With a nonsense smile on his face, he spread his hands:

"As long as I sprinkle meaningless money, countless people will do anything I want for me, and anything I want will be placed in front of me at the fastest speed, even the soul, the most important soul, can buy a lot of money,"

"In this case, do you think, I'll look for a bunch of um, little gangsters? Do you think I'll look for such scum as my followers?"

Damon's explanation made Merlin unable to refute it. In fact, after seeing the power that Damon has with his own eyes, Merlin did not feel that those gangsters would be related to people with his identity.

But, that badge is indeed related to Dimon.

His expression just now was not as changeable as Meilin.

"Then this badge?"

Merlin asked:

"What's going on with that badge? The magic breath on that thing is exactly the same as your aura, and it's impossible to do it."

"Well, if I guess correctly."

Daimon said with a gloomy face:

"This should be the cause of my dear sister."

He sighed and said softly:

"You may not understand, Mr. Merlin, when a twin sibling unfortunately inherits power from their devil father, the story tends to go bad like those traditional, disgusting tragic stories."

"My mother taught me to be an upright person, I couldn't do it. The dark nature is forcing me to constantly plunder my soul. But I try at least to suppress myself."

"It's a pity that Satana doesn't think so. She seems to admire our dark father more than our gentle mother. Especially after her mother left, she became more and more unscrupulous in her pursuit of the power of darkness. This disappointed me. I was walking on different paths with her. Unfortunately, my sister seemed to think I was on the wrong path, and she always wanted to pull me back to the 'right' path."

As the sunset dissipated, Damon walked to Meilin. Looking at Meilin, he said:

"Thank you for bringing me this badge, which gave me an insight into some of Satana's intentions in advance. Go back to your world, Lord Merlin, I will send someone to deal with this."

"Okay, then I'll let it go."

Merlin nodded to Damon, who was still calm in front of him, and he planned to leave now.

For a half-demon like them, staying with a stronger person is not a relief.

Although Damon is not the son of the Three Palaces and has no conflict of interest with Merlin, most of the half-demons are paranoid and crazy. After the matter has been resolved, Merlin does not want to cause any other trouble.

But just after he took a few steps, Damon's low voice suddenly rang behind him:

"Mr. Merlin, I suddenly forgot that you helped me solve a problem. I haven't paid you yet. This is too rude."

"You killed Morris, right?"

Damon's question made Merlin stop, and he turned around and nodded.

There was no change in Damon's expression, he said:

"Then let me advise you, you should quickly digest the tragedy of the sons of the Three Houses every era. If you continue to wander around with it, maybe soon you will become the target of your lunatic brothers' hunting."

"What's the meaning?"

Merlin asked with a frown:

“I’ve used that piece.”

"No, not use, it's digestion!"

Damon shook his head and said:

"People like you and me are born to be in darkness, and darkness is our power. But if you are never a member of darkness, how should you control them?"

"Morris's power is like ice, you are water, the power of the Three Palaces is very strange. Every strand of power it gives to his sons is rich in different 'characters'."

Damon looked at Merlin in front of him with his hands behind his back, and he said:

"In my eyes, the ice cubes sway in the water, but the two have not yet been combined into one. In other words, Mr. Merlin, you have not touched the characteristics of that power. I am curious how you, who are as simple as a piece of white paper, have lived for so long?"

"Yeah?"

Merlin's brows frowned high. Dimon shouldn't be so bored that he was joking with him on such things. So Merlin began to reflect on whether he really hadn't completely assimilated Morris' power.

A few minutes later, Merlin whispered:

"Although I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Damon, I still want to thank you for your reminder. In addition, I'm very curious, why do you stay in a place like Wall Street as a powerful half-devil?"

"Good question!"

A smile finally appeared on Damon's face. When he smiled, he had a little weirdness. He said:

"The devils of the past used contracts and lies to deceive their souls to fill their hell."

"But the times are developing, technology is advancing, and civilization is changing with each passing day. The instinct from the devil makes me long to see the depravity of my soul, but I will not use traditional contracts and lies. That is too uninnovative. After entering the increasingly degenerate human society, I finally found a more convenient and effective way in this era."

"That's money! I've said it just now."

Damon said to Merlin with a weird smile:

"Those capitalists praised me for their accurate investment vision, but for an existence like me, what is the use of money? I keep spilling out money and wanting to get it, but something more precious."

Damon stretched out his left hand, and the howling souls tried to get rid of Damon's fingers. The pale light emitted by the soul illuminated Damon's face. He closed his fingers and said to Merlin in a sensuous tone:

"Soul! This is my treasure!"

The strange scene in front of him made Meilin subconsciously take a step back. He looked at Damon and said:

"You remind me of a uncomfortable guy, Mephist, are you his offspring? You speak in the same tone."

“Mephist?”

Damon curled his lips and smiled, he stared at Merlin, the sign of the pentagram appeared in his black eyes, he said:

"Isn't that cunning bastard?"

"My father, called"

"Satan!"

ps:
Chapter completed!