Blake came to a rather strange place during an unexpected trek incident, and met three guys who looked strange. They seemed to have a strange organization called "Brotherhood".

Then this strange organization has a strange rule. It is said that every newcomer who comes in must be beaten.

Lord Evil God thought this was just a malicious joke used by those damn old men to intimidate young people, but unfortunately, he was wrong.

These bastards are so cruel.

"Hiss... be gentle! Idiot, what's under your hands is my face, not your damn test bed."

I finally got through the "initiation ceremony" and sat on the sofa in front of the warm fireplace in the strange castle. The evil pirate lay there and let the guy in the strange dark red robe treat his injuries.

He also grunted a few times, but was immediately retorted by the guy:

"Really? Are you sure this is your face? Look at this beaten face. The toilet in my house is cleaner than it. If you don't want me to sew your broken double godhead in the wrong place, just

Be honest with me."

"You have to be careful, little fellow."

Sitting on the sofa opposite, the strange guy who called himself Seber was holding a glass of whiskey with ice, raised his eyebrows at Black meaningfully and said:

"Merlin is one of the most notorious medicine men in the multiverse.

On the surface, he may be helping you with treatment, but in fact, he may be secretly implanting some curse or poison in you that he came up with in a flash while fooling around with his wives last night.

I seriously suspect that dear Dick left us so heartlessly because Merlin, a bad guy, has been secretly collecting his Holy Light to conduct some vicious experiments..."

"Isn't it because you've been complaining about his beliefs?"

The dark wizard Merlin was not angry after being viciously attacked.

On the contrary, while using a calm and skillful dissection technique that made Blake frightened, he cut open the pirate master's cracked jaw bone, healed the injury, and helped Blake heal the shattered godhead, and answered with two focus:

"Ever since I entered this damn brotherhood, you haven't stopped complaining about that venerable paladin. I admit that the guy is annoying sometimes, but he is a good person.

He's not like us real assholes.

He is the moral standard in the fraternity.

He single-handedly raised our average moral standards to the level of ordinary people. Now that he has left, I feel like I am living in a hell of sin every day..."

"We have lost a trustworthy brother. Besides, isn't your ancestral home in hell? What's wrong with going home?"

Tyrion, the handsome dead guy sitting next to Seb, wiped the bleeding corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and replied expressionlessly:

"But I still think we should get Dick back as soon as possible, especially in these troubled times. The aftermath of the collapse of the Gate of Origin is still spreading to the multiverse, but I already have a bad feeling.

At this dangerous moment, we are being plotted against."

"Wait! Does anyone mind if I ask you a question while you are having such a good time chatting?"

Lord Evil God, who was lying on the sofa being treated, stretched out his hand like a primary school student. Mr. Merlin, who was stitching up his godhood, gave him a warning look and said in a gentle tone:

"You can ask if you want, brother, and don't raise your hands. You have already drained two-thirds of your blood. Any drastic move will kill you.

Please don’t panic if a ball of light appears in front of your eyes at this time, this is a normal situation when death is approaching.”

"Thank you for the reminder. You are such a good person, Lord Merlin."

Blake gave the guy a warning look.

Unsurprisingly, he saw the reflection of a scorching hell in his eyes, and by the way, in the shadow cast by the light above his head, he saw the projection of a terrifying devil king.

This proves that this gentle Lord Merlin is not a good person. His ancestral home is indeed in hell, and he is suspected to be a very powerful king of hell.

"Well, I have to remind you, I'm not the Lord of Hell."

As if sensing Black's thoughts, Lord Merlin skillfully put together Black's broken pieces (this chapter is not finished yet!)

3. We are short of people and you look like a human being. So, one of the three is missing, will you come?

The broken palate bone, while suturing the wound, he suddenly said:

"I do have my own piece of hell, and I briefly became the speaker of the Twilight Council. The awful Satan's throne also belonged to me for a while, but I have left behind those unpleasant pasts.

As you can see, I am just an ordinary dark wizard who is busy managing the universe every day, and occasionally does the work of destroying the universe.

I, by the way, like to be called "Raven," so if you want to win my friendship, remember to call me that.

"So, you guys who can read minds are the worst."

Seb smashed the cup on the table in displeasure, looked at Blake with a smile, and said in the gentlest and most cordial tone:

"And you!

If you, stinky pirate, continue to say in your heart that I am the ugliest guy here, I will press your face like a freak that was born after a crazy wild dog drank too much and had sex with a rotten apple into your pussy-like face.

In your chest, and I guarantee that you can continue to live in that novel form for hundreds of years or something."

Lord Evil God blinked and took one last look at Tyrion.

He once thought that this cold-faced evil star was the most violent guy here, but after a long time of messing with him, this death knight turned out to be the most normal of the three.

"see?"

Dawn Blade curled her lips and said:

"I'm not as good at reading minds as these two idiots, but judging from your expression, you seem to think I'm the easiest person to bully?"

"I'm going to ask a question!"

Black made a serious face, raised three fingers, and said:

"First of all, who is this Dick you've been talking about? Secondly, what is this fraternity about? Finally, who can get me a drink as a new guy?

Damn it!

Is this how you treat guests? I’ve been here for almost an hour and I’ve been beaten again and no one has given me a hot drink. To be honest, I’m already starting to regret joining you.”

"Oh, look, the cutie wants to drink."

Seb grinned and knocked on the table.

The next moment, under Black's stunned gaze, a miniature Sargeras wearing a bartender's suit held a tray and placed four glasses of wine on the table between the two sofas.

The Dark Titan glanced at Blake, blew out flames from his nostrils, and said angrily:

"What are you looking at?"

Black wanted to reply, "What are you doing?", but considering the situation, he could only smile. It was not until a few seconds later that Tyrion picked up a glass of amber wine, and the glass became cold with the contact of his fingers.

Overflowing.

The cold-faced, one-eyed handsome man explained in a low voice in Salas:

"Don't think too much, this is not the Sargeras you know. This is just an unlucky man who was beaten many times by Cyber ​​and finally signed a devil's contract with him, and is now forced to work in his bar in Gotham to pay off his debts.

.”

"Well, I can see that you all have unique skills."

The pirate complained, and gestured with his eyes to Mr. Merlin, who was helping him sew up his heart that had been cut into three halves. He looked at the Lord of Hell eagerly, and Lord Raven was disturbed by Black's disgusting eyes that could electrocute several cows.

Feeling very uncomfortable, I had to sigh, stretched out my hand to pick up a glass of wine, and brought it to Blake's mouth.

"Thank you, I knew you were the only good person here...

The evil god replied politely. After moistening his throat, he looked at Seb and Tyrion opposite, waiting for their answer.

"Let's talk about it one by one, let's talk about the fraternity first."

Mr. Seb unbuttoned the cuffs of his suit with some irritation, revealing the unique and luxurious bracelet on his wrist, which was inlaid with five gemstones of different colors and six rings of different colors.

This thing made Blake raise his eyebrows.

Could this thing be...

No way?

"The Brotherhood of Shadows is a small organization organized by fellow wanderers in a foreign land to join together for warmth. There are such organizations everywhere in the entire noisy multiverse, and there is nothing outstanding about them.

But the difference between us and other coquettish *** is that we are not organized to destroy the world, nor are we organized for fun (this chapter is not over yet!)

3. We are short of people and you look like a human being. So, one of the three is missing, will you come?

Engaging in some shady conspiracies is not for the sake of maintaining peace."

Seb said something.

Blake shrugged and complained:

"Really? That's a shame, I thought I was joining a great family.

"If you interrupt me again, I will..."

Seb glared at him fiercely. The evil pirate stretched out his finger and gently pulled upward on his closed mouth. This action made Seb and Merlin frown at the same time.

The two guys looked at each other, and Lord Raven whispered:

"This new friend reminds me of a very annoying guy."

"Well, I guess we are both thinking of the same person."

Seb snorted, stared at Black and said:
To be continued...