"His Excellency Rastoller, how do we deal with him next? Donald Grant is just a puppet, but he represents a demon."

Donald inside the door held a glass of wine and looked at it, while Oguf outside the door tried to seek Rastole's advice.

"Just a puppet... There is no sign of the coming of that adult. Mr. Grant is a member of our church. Now and in the future. As long as he can still communicate with that person, we respect him. I want to choose him as a puppet, probably because of Mr. Grant's personal particularity... In the next period, I will entrust you to be his contact person. What do you think?"

Rastoll's attitude is very obvious. As long as Donald survives as a puppet when the demon descends, he will maintain a certain respect. After all, the existence of the demon itself is a very important resource for them.

The one who is in contact with the organization needs a large number of sacrifices every time he arrives, and it is fine if he is ordinary dead. Recently, the person in front of him seems to be much easier to talk to.

Who hopes that the boss who is ahead is a person who only knows how to eat, drink, but has no reward?

"I have always followed your arrangements, but Mr. Rastole. I hope you can consider giving me talent again. I have been working for the organization for several years, and now I feel more and more physically unable to do so... If I can become a follower of God, I will have more energy to devote myself to serving the organization."

Augov leaned forward, lowered his head, and did not look at Rastole. This may not be what a subordinate should do, but he had been waiting for too long, and there were many scrolls, formulas, and secret medicines he had used in the past few years, but because he had no talent, he could only watch them.

He is almost forty years old.

If this continues, when will he become a favored person of God?

"Mr. Ogoff, there will be a chance. During this time I have asked other members to look for a recipe ceremony that suits you. Give me some time, okay?"

The old man's tone was gentle, holding a cane inlaid with emeralds in his left hand, and putting his right hand on Augoff's shoulder without exerting force, but he shortened a little until his chest.

How can you be equal to me?

“Thank you very much for your help.”

What else can you say?

I can only keep waiting.

"The existence in Donald's body... no one in the organization should know this news. After all, that person has limited energy. If the other people know, everyone will inevitably be unhappy, stable, and united. This is the atmosphere that an organization should have. Do you think it is right? You know, I know, there is no third person."

There is an inequality between supply and demand. At present, there is obviously far less supply than demand. Since this is the case, we should try to avoid other people in need from knowing about this.

"I understand, please rest assured."

Donald Grant at this moment is a treasure for them. As long as he is willing to help, there are many lost slabs and other rubbings collected in various ways in the church over the past few years, but there are still five or six copies.

"That's good. Although I really want to stay here, I do have something to deal with. Is it possible to do if someone brings the goods in a few days and you hand them over to Mr. Donald Grant in person and then send him away in person?"

"Of course, have I let you down?"

He kept sending the other party to the door and bent over to watch him get on the carriage and leave. Over the past few years, Ogoff has seen the same picture many times.

"Unknown, it's been 3 years."

Looking back at the glass window behind him, what reflected was a man with deep eyes, brown-yellow face, and a tuft of stubble on his chin. His clothes fit very well. Judging from the cutting skills, it was obviously customized with a rich atmosphere.

But is this really what he wants? In 3 years, he didn't know how much dirty his hands were stained. The one who just left was clean. He just spoke, and he didn't care about the life or death of the people below.

Donald Grant is a demon's puppet, what about himself?

When one day I no longer have agile skills and accurate marksmanship, will my existence become annoying?

He lowered his head and looked at his thick right hand, slowly clenched, and the clicking sound caused by the friction between the joints was clearly audible.

"Boss, do I need to say something about the coal stove so that they don't have to wait?"

The person who threatened Donald with a knife noticed that his boss was in a little bit of emotion, and he came forward nervously to ask. There was someone watching the coal stove, so he had to inform him.

"Well, please take off my hat on the carriage first, I will have to go out later."

Nodded, his eyes stayed on his confidant. How long has he been with him?

It seems like it will take about a year and a half.

"Okay."

I went to the street and opened the side door, stepped into the rear compartment of the carriage, looked around and found Ogoff's hat.

Just as I was about to turn around, my neck was covered with both hands, and I suddenly exerted force, and the sound of bones being dislocated.

Before the young man could speak, he took his last breath and widened his eyes after his death. He couldn't figure out why the boss wanted to kill him!

Curled his legs and stuffed them into the two rows of seats in the carriage, Rastoller said that there were only two of them who knew about this except Donald Grant himself.

So the person in front of him became the unnecessary one.

"Mr. Gner, I'm sorry to kill you."

Close the car door, Augustus said sorry, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Augustus believed that Rastol was a ruthless person, but was he so good about him?

In the end, not everyone is doing their own selfish interests!

It takes time to prepare for trading items. After all, the cult is not a one-man show. Retrieval of resources requires reporting. It is necessary to cover up the whereabouts without letting others know about Donald's existence.

Returning to the wine cellar, Oguff also delivered Donald to the door.

"Mr. Grant, please go to the recorded location here at 9pm three days later, where there will be a small newspaper booth, where you present the certificate to those who will take you to a hidden place to complete the transaction."

Lower his attitude as much as possible, Ogoff handed over a piece of paper and a piece of copper with both hands.

"August...you're just an ordinary person, aren't you?"

When he arrived at the door, Donald looked down at Ogoff who was handing the piece of paper.

“Yes, I am not qualified to receive God’s gift.”

The upper body shook, and Augoff wanted to raise his head, but in fact he pressed it lower. He was used to this.

"Who said, Rastole? Don't forget, I am the God!"
Chapter completed!