At the end of the 23rd Street, among countless vagrants, a tall and slender man, who looked like a bamboo pole, was wandering in the alley like a ghost.
Now, there were only thin old people and children left on this street, and the young and middle-aged people were encouraged by the Sun Sect to join the revolutionary army in the central area.
Mr. Vincent, the bishop of the Sun Sect, had said that the slogan was "Beat the aristocrats, divide the land, and equalize the rich and the poor." As long as they won, they would have food to eat.
The tall and thin man stopped in the alley of the 23rd Street. He looked at these vagrants openly, which also attracted the attention of many vagrants.
The wide hat of the man with a bamboo pole looked a bit old-fashioned even in a remote place like the 23rd Street, but this man wore it very well, making it impossible to estimate its price.
At first glance, people knew that he was a rich man, and he exuded a fierce aura, so no one went up to him to ask for money.
Until the tall and thin man turned into a deserted alley, he suddenly felt that his clothes were grabbed by someone.
He was a little surprised at first, then turned his head and saw a short little girl no more than ten years old. Her face was dirty, her lips were dry, and her skin was cracked. Although she looked very shabby, he could see the innocence and cuteness of the child.
"Uncle, my mother is sick and my father is in the Central District. My mother and I haven't eaten for a few days. Can you give me some money? I beg you." The little girl pouted and choked with sobs. Her tears fell like pearls.
The tall and thin man turned around and squatted down slightly, parallel to the little girl.
The man was too tall, definitely more than two meters, but it was easy for him to bend down and look at the little girl who reached his thighs. His body was easily twisted, which ordinary people could not do. Remember the URL: m.9biquge. com
"I can give you money to cure your mother." The man's voice was very hoarse and full of temptation, and his wide hat completely covered the part above his nose.
The little girl immediately smiled through her tears, "Thank you, thank you! Uncle! "
"... Don't be in a hurry to thank me." The man raised his hand and slowly stroked his hat, "You have to know that everything has a price."
After saying that, he gently lifted the brim of his hat. Under the brim of the hat were not the eyes of an ordinary person, but countless small holes that were breathing and squirming.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then she let out a heart-wrenching scream. She stumbled out as if she had seen a ghost, but before she could take two steps, she fell to the ground, and her body shattered like glass.
"It hurts!" The little girl cried and screamed as she rolled on the ground. However, as her body moved, it shattered even more. She kept crying and screaming, "Mommy, Little Mary is in so much pain!"
Rande Kiel smirked and pulled down his hat to cover half of his face. He smiled and said, "What a filial child."
After nearly a thousand years, humans were still so weak and greedy.
The mentality of a powerhouse had dominated the world for too long, and Dekir had almost forgotten the nature of a human.
This skinny, bamboo-like man was called Randekiel.
He was not a human, but was born as a result of the "equivalent exchange" rule of the world.
In the whole continent of A Zier, there were still many rules except for the four original witches, and Randekiel was one of them. Unfortunately, although this rule existed in human society, it was rarely used in practice.
The gap between the rich and the poor, family background, class conflict … The so-called equivalent exchange was the most useless rule in the world.
However, this did not affect Randekiel. He believed that he was born to maintain this rule, and he had no feelings for human beings.
Ever since he joined the Road of the Fire Sword, his mission hadn't ended yet. According to Michael, when the Road of the Fire Sword reached the Dream World, it would become an existence that surpassed all living things. At that time, it would no longer be empty talk to achieve the equivalent exchange of all living things.
Because of this dream, Randekiel joined the Road of the Flaming Sword.
Yanar escaped from the bookstore owner's clutches? Randekiel could not help but wonder what kind of existence the bookstore owner was.
Unlike Michael, Randekiel sincerely believed that the entire Road of the Flaming Sword should work together to win. The bookstore owner made Rachel stop thinking, killed Shang Dafeng, and hurt Yanar so badly that he had to change bodies …
Now, the bookstore owner was Randekiel's number one enemy.
After changing bodies, Yanar, who had become very smart, believed that the bookstore owner's main subordinates, Wang Erde and Yue Sefu, were missing. Rohr Resources and the Sun God Religion were busy with the uprising, and his assistant, the girl suspected to be the Night Goddess, was transferred to the central area.
The spy that the Miyie Tower had placed in the Road of the Flaming Sword in the early years suddenly betrayed them and revealed a lot of information about Boss Lin to the Road of the Flaming Sword.
Now was a great opportunity for the Road of the Flaming Sword to work together to kill the bookstore owner.
These opportunities were fleeting, but Michael was still careful enough to let Randekiel come personally to test the bookstore owner's true strength.
This was the real reason why Randekiel appeared here.
The little girl turned into a pile of minced meat and could no longer breathe. Randekiel pretended to be merciful and sighed.
"Your mother's illness has been cured. You don't have to worry anymore," Randekiel said with a smile. "But I'll take your price."
"Little Mary!"
A majestic male voice suddenly entered Randekiel's ears. He looked down and heard the man continue to shout.
"Little Mary, where have you been? Yue Sefu, Uncle brought you delicious food and medicine for your mother. This is for you to help me pass on a message last time, "the man said affectionately.
"Huh?" Randekiel tilted his head in confusion. "Yue Sefu?"
The man's footsteps reached the alley next door. Randekiel could even feel the burning sensation.
A tall middle-aged man in plain clothes finally appeared at the entrance of the alley. He stopped the moment he saw Randekiel.
It was Yue Sefu.
Yue Sefu then slowly moved his gaze away from Randekiel's body and saw blood and minced meat.
Yue Sefu was stunned. A little girl's bright eyeball slowly rolled to his feet and was covered in mud.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at the gem-like eyeball.
The little girl was usually clever. Whatever Yue Sefu wanted her to do, the little girl would obediently complete it. She liked to read and write, and even gave some hints to his daughter, Melissa.
But she would occasionally be mischievous. Yue Sefu asked her to call him uncle, but the little girl would always call him grandpa. Yue Sefu would always pretend to be angry, but in reality, he would get along well with the children.
This was also the reason why Yue Sefu came out every day to send warmth to the community.
The little girl and the other homeless children always reminded Yue Sefu of Melissa's childhood. He got along with the children equally and loved them. It even made him understand why the powerful Boss Lin would choose to be an ordinary bookstore owner.
"You …" Yue Sefu looked at the two-meter tall man in disbelief.
Randekiel was surprised. The information from "Yanar" clearly stated that Yue Sefu and Wang Erde had almost died together, but he was still alive.
"It seems that the bookstore owner allowed you to live." Randekiel grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Who are you?" Yue Sefu asked with a trembling voice. He was unable to accept little Mary's death.
"Path of the Flaming Sword, 'Balance Conservation' Randekiel." Randekiel stroked his hat and said politely to Yue Sefu.
"You killed little Mary?" Yue Sefu asked in disbelief.
Little Mary? Randekiel thought for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the pile of minced meat on the ground. He did not want to answer Yue Sefu's idiotic question.
"Let's make a deal. Are you willing to join the Path of the Flaming Sword?" Randekiel smiled. "We are about to start a war with the bookstore owner. I'm here today to issue a letter of challenge."
"I'll give you a chance. It's not too late to change sides, although … you should have lost a lot of energy from the battle with Wang Erde, right?"
"Boss Lin? The Path of the Flaming Sword wants to deal with Boss Lin? " In Yue Sefu's heart, Boss Lin was more important. He even skipped over little Mary and sneered in disbelief.
"How could you guys overestimate yourselves to such a terrifying extent?" Joseph asked in astonishment.
Randekiel's face darkened. "It seems that you still chose to die."
After that, Randekiel looked at the location and said, "If I kill you here, the bookstore owner should be able to sense it. I'm too lazy to go over there. I'll use your corpse as a letter of challenge."
As soon as Randekiel finished speaking, Yue Sefu heard a bell ring behind him. The sound of a scale ticking followed. Only then did Yue Sefu remember —
The Conservation of Balance … Hiss, could he be the Angel of Rule who had destroyed order around 600 years ago? … Yue Sefu had read about that chaotic event in the Miyie Tower's confidential files.
"It's too late to guess now." Randekiel smiled. "I've given you a chance."
"Little Mary, did you kill her?" Yue Sefu's expression did not change even after being locked in by the scales of equivalent exchange. He did not seem to be shaken at all. Instead, he continued to ask Randekiel as if he had stepped on the ant at the door.
"So what if I did? This is her price," Randekiel said mercilessly.
— —
The alleyway looked like it had been attacked by a raging fire. The dilapidated old houses that no one lived in were almost burned to ashes by Yue Sefu's flames. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes and stared at little Mary who had turned into ashes on the ground. He sighed deeply.
In order to take revenge, he kicked the scales on the ground.
What the hell? It's gone just like that?
Randekiel did not finish his arrogant speech. He only admitted that after he had killed little Mary, he had been burned by Yue Sefu's flames.
Randekiel was very wrong.
After the battle with Wang Erde, not only did Yue Sefu not lose much of his vitality, but he had also been enveloped by Boss Lin's ocean-like aether traces in the basement of the bookstore. He had even absorbed the power of the Dragon of Disaster's skull that Boss Lin had casually thrown in the basement.
Now, he was even more powerful than he had been during the earth-shattering battle at 67th Street.
He could burn everything, including the human world. Ability, rule, and fate … everything could be burned.
Randekiel was also quite difficult to deal with. Yue Sefu had used up all of his aether and forced Randekiel back to his original form.
After seeing Randekiel return to his original form, he still could not vent his anger. He kicked the ancient scales on the ground hard.
With a complicated expression, he looked at little Mary who he had wanted to keep safe but had still been burned to ashes. A sense of helplessness rose in his heart.
He quietly collected little Mary's ashes, put them in a jar, and buried them in the only small garden on 23rd Street that was less than three square meters. Not long after, her sickly mother would call for her on the streets until she was hoarse, but Yue Sefu did not want to care.
Human life is too short … Yue Sefu sighed.
He brought the scales back to the bookstore. Boss Lin was sitting in the bookstore, flipping through the pages with nothing to do.
"You're back early today, Yue Sefu," Lin Jie said without raising his head.
Seeing that Yue Sefu did not reply, he raised his head and glanced at Yue Sefu. "Didn't you complain that children were clingy before? At least not for now. "
Yue Sefu lowered his head and still did not reply, like a child who had done something wrong. Lin Jie lowered his head and did not say anything.
Ever since one day, Yue Sefu felt that he could not understand Boss Lin anymore.
He sighed slightly, and then put the scales on Boss Lin's counter.
As a cashier, the scale was actually very appropriate for a cashier.
"I'm going to rest first, Boss Lin," Yue Sefu wanted to say something, but stopped. In the end, this sentence popped out.
Lin Jie didn't even raise his head as he replied, "Mm."
When Yue Sefu walked to the basement, he stopped. He wanted to tell Boss Lin about the Path of the Fire Sword, but he saw Lin Jie raise his head and look at the shaking scales with a complicated expression.
"Path of the Fire Sword," Lin Jie said in a low voice, then raised his hand and gently moved the scales.
Even Yue Sefu could not move the scales at all, but in Boss Lin's hand, it was like a toy, overwhelmingly tilting to one side.
Yue Sefu swallowed his saliva. Seeing Boss Lin's gentle face, he actually felt a familiar sense of fear. After being together for so many days, his fear of Boss Lin had lessened a lot, but at this moment, it rose again.
Lin Jie noticed Yue Sefu's gaze. He turned his head to look at him and said with a smile, "Aren't you still resting?"
"Yes, yes. Yes, Boss Lin. "Yue Sefu returned to the room a little nervously.
Sitting on the bed in the basement, Yue Sefu was uneasy. At least he understood that Boss Lin was a little angry. Perhaps he had completely lost patience with the Path of the Fire Sword. In other words, he was tired of watching their performance.
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