"You mean I...I don't have any problems?"

Augoff was a little excited, holding the armrest of the chair with his palms, no longer staring at the contents on the paper.

"What kind of person is Rastole, and how much do you know about him?"

Without a positive answer, Donald didn't know what was wrong with Augoff's body, so he simply threw the problem back and continued his own copying.

"I am just a thug in the Church of Shia. Mr. Rastolle entrusted me to help him with some external affairs. We have been working together for three years. He is a meticulous and wise man who does not miss it. In three years, he has finally become one of the core figures from the periphery of the church. He is extremely capable."

Carefully considering his words, Ogoff was extremely restrained when talking about Rastole.

Even if it was a guy full of blood, he still had a person he was afraid of.

It is not a fear of strength, but a sense of powerlessness that comes from the heart when facing the other person.

Or he was used to the humility when talking about that man.

"Ha, even if you don't dare to talk about each other privately, you are destined to be the dog at Rastole's feet for the rest of your life. When you are young, you can run and bark. Your master will take you to hunt and run. You are a little older and have rich experience. Your master trusts you, guards the house and guards the hospital, and you are older... peeling and removing bones, and the iron pot is waiting for you!"

He sarcastically mocked Auguste without any mercy. Donald looked at his reaction and his face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything more. Finally, he held his hands tightly on the table.

Frowning with some disappointment, Donald ended his second translation and stuffed the two pages into his pocket. He gained a lot, although one was incomplete, and one was useless.

"Of course I know. In three years, I did countless dirty things for him, but what I got was only a reward for money. That was not what I wanted. Power, what I wanted was strength. Every time I thought that I was the same as those pigs who only knew how to work every day, I would feel disgusted with myself. I wanted to surpass them and get evolution... Yes, evolution!"

The flesh on his face twitched slightly, and Donald's seemingly careless sarcasm still hit Ogoff's sore spot.

The mask finally didn't hold it tight, and he told his desires without any concealment.

It is foolish to cover up your desires in front of the demon. Augustus hopes to get the attention of the demon with his desires and madness.

Augoff called himself a thug, which was more of a self-deprecating "humility" than a cover-up.

Can an ordinary thug be so close to Jeffrey Rastoller?

Can you come to see Donald with a box of precious items?

It is undeniable that Augov's thoughts are pathological. His reason for joining the Shia Church is very simple. He wants to evolve and surpass ordinary humans. For this reason, he is willing to do anything, even if he is a loyal servant by his side for three years.

Without Donald Grant's appearance, he might have continued to wait, because he had no choice but to find out that there was something wrong with his body, he seemed unable to escape Rastoller's control over him.

"You want to evolve...ha! You want to evolve? This is really interesting. Even if you have talent, what if you bark louder? Dogs or dogs can bark louder?"

"Your Mightiness!"

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He slapped the table with both hands, leaned forward, gasping heavily in his mouth, and anger was written on his face, and a fierce momentum poured out.

It's not clear whether it's intentional or emotional out of control.

But one thing is certain, this guy has more than single digits of life!

"Anger? You know what I'm right, you know it very well!"

Donald refused to give in, pinching both sides of the table with his arms, pressing forward, and his eyes had already changed.

This is to remind Augoff that the identities of both parties are not on the same level.

After about 5 seconds of stalemate, Auguste sat down again and stopped looking at Donald.

How could he fight with the demon?

"August...you keep saying you want to evolve, but you are willing to be a dog around others. You pray to me, and I will never reward someone else's dog!"

This is what Donald really wants to say, he wants to pierce a thorn between these two people.

In fact, this thorn has existed for a long time, and the simple bond of interests seems to be strong, but that is without the intervention of external forces.

Augustus's face was full of struggle.

The conversation between the two sides must not be able to continue, so Donald got up and left the room.

It is almost 10 o'clock in the evening now. No matter how late it is, he is worried about the situation he was followed before.

When he left the door, the night wind blew, Donald felt a chill behind him. In the confrontation just now, he was the main target of the momentum emitted by Aguf. After calming down, he was also panicked. If the battle broke out just now, he would not have the confidence to kill Aguf in a short time.

What he wanted to do was to provoke the relationship between Rastol and Auguste, and the confrontation was also to follow the situation.

It is enough to do this for the time being. Donald did not think that the person who said something suddenly realized, and instead respected him like a god.

Augoff's pathological thoughts do not mean that he is a fool. He can be so valued by Rastole. He will use his talent as bait to tie him tightly around him. It is impossible to say that he is not capable.

It is meaningless to deal with such people.

Power is the key.

You can disrespect me, but you can't help but fear me.

Donald cannot show weakness in front of Ogow, absolutely not!

**

It is still the dormitory building in the college. It is bright outside and the students go to the classroom where their courses are located one after another.

"Jenny, Jenny...Jenny! Why don't you like me? Why, we clearly have the closest communication, why do you reject me? I want to take care of you, I want to embrace you..."

Holding a note in his hand, there was a haggard and pale cheek under his messy and long brown hair.

Despair lingers around her.

There is nothing left. If the family and school know what happened last night, she will lose her future...

They are all that bastard, that bastard... beast!

This was the first time she swears, even if she was a little more refreshed and quickly occupied by other emotions.

"Jenny? Jenny...Jenny Foster! Open the door! I've been waiting outside for an hour, I'm about to go to class, and my book is still inside!"

When my roommate came home, she just took away daily neatly supplies, bedding, etc., and her books were still placed on the bed.

The door panel was still being photographed, but she still didn't move. The room was too ugly and she didn't have time to clean up and would be discovered...

"Bastard, I know you're inside. It's too late for me to go to class. I'm crazy, go to die!"

The roommate outside finally got impatient. If this wasn't a girl's dormitory, she would definitely ask her boyfriend to kick the door open.

Go to die?
Chapter completed!