shock!I became the full-level savior of the infinite game

Chapter 425 The Queen's Substitute (21)

"Eve, Eve! Come here!"

A somewhat impatient voice came from the man, "Come and meet the Duke!"

His tone immediately became flattering: "My lord, the Duke of Beryl, this is my daughter, Eve Claire."

"...very similar."

The girl heard someone say this.

She bit her lower lip tightly, with some hesitation, some anxiety and fear.

She raised her eyes, and as soon as her eyes touched the figure with a tall and straight body and luxurious clothes, she quickly lowered her head as if she had been electrocuted.

Even though she is still young at this moment, she still knows...the person opposite is a very important person.

It was a big shot who could decide her life or death with just one word and one look.

"Your Majesty, the deal you just mentioned..." Beside the girl, the man asked impatiently, "As long as I bring Eve to you, you can give me ten thousand gold pounds... Is it true? "

"of course."

Belial said with a smile, "You can discuss the details of the transaction with my secretary now."

"Thank you! Thank you! Your Excellency the Duke!"

"May you always live under the blessing of the rules!"

Hearing this, the man didn't even hesitate for a second, and let go of the girl's hand in an instant.

Seeing the back of the man going away quickly, the girl's lips trembled: "Father..."

She didn't yell because she understood.

No matter what she says...that man won't stop for her.

The girl looked away, with sadness and loneliness written all over her face.

this moment.

A fair, slender, well-maintained hand stretched out in front of her.

The girl was startled, her timid eyes climbed up that beautiful right hand until she saw the handsome and gentle face opposite.

A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but was quickly suppressed by force.

The girl hesitated: "Master Duke?"

"My name is Quilt Beryl, you can call me Duke Beryl, or Mr. Beryl."

The girl was silent: "Are you... are my buyer?"

She just heard it.

The prominent nobleman opposite gave his father ten thousand pounds, and the exchange condition... was her.

Beryl smiled: "You can say that."

"I..." the girl muttered, "I don't cook well, and I don't do housework very quickly. I... I'm not worth that much money."

"In my opinion, you deserve it."

Beryl passed his hand forward, "Let's go, I'll take you to your new residence."

The girl is very scared.

Fear of contact with unfamiliar "big shots".

I'm even more afraid...the big man will get angry because of his lack of cooperation.

Trembling, she put her left hand into the other's palm.

Her hand was dirty, and it was an eyesore against the white palm, which made her feel ashamed and worried for no reason.

The girl subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but suddenly felt an irresistible pulling force.

She staggered forward half a step, and suddenly let out a muffled snort.

Belilton stopped and looked down.

All I saw was that there were large areas of redness, swelling and bruises lying on the girl's bare and slender arms.

Beryl's expression changed, and then he smiled softly.

He relaxed slightly by grabbing the girl's hand, and his pace slowed down.

Under the bright sunlight, two figures, one big and one small, walked slowly on the empty street.

"do not worry."

After a while, Beryl's voice sounded, "From now on, you don't have to do rough work, and you won't be whipped again."

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, she didn't feel happy... only endless tension and apprehension.

"Then what am I going to do?" she said softly.

"When I need you, you will give your life for me."

The girl was stunned.

For her now, the word "life" is too profound and too heavy.

She instinctively wanted to resist, but she also understood...she couldn't resist the "Lord Duke" in front of her.

Just like she couldn't resist her father.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl still said: "Master Duke, I...I don't want to die."

"Unfortunately."

From that soft male voice, the girl could not hear any emotion.

"This is the mission you were destined to fulfill," he said, "I wrote it down for you...a glorious mission."

……

The clear sound of footsteps came to my ears.

Chi Yu slowly woke up from the darkness.

"Eve."

The familiar gentle voice made her heart tremble after just experiencing a memory.

She raised her eyes and looked at the young man walking slowly in the distance through the dim light around her.

His figure is still tall and straight, and he still wears gorgeous and complicated clothes.

As it was then.

Quilt Beryl stood still in front of Chi Yu, and stretched out his right hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"Are you ready, Eve?"

He laughed, "It's time for you to complete your mission."

A file of guards came to loosen the restraints on Chi Yu's body bit by bit.

Chi Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and put his left hand on the man's palm.

Beryl smiled with satisfaction.

Take it easy, Eve Clare.

In the darkness like ink, Chi Yu looked indifferent.

No one can decide our fate.

Neither can God.

……

At this moment.

Outside the Temple of Order.

square.

Crowds of people.

Fryer and the orangutan hid in the crowd, closely watching the movement in the center of the square.

After monitoring for a while, the orangutan suddenly whispered: "Those priests are so annoying."

"...Huh?" Fryer didn't react for a while.

"Do not you think so?"

The orangutan spoke with dissatisfaction, "What kind of gods and God's will have been preaching there...but they can't even tell whether the gods who rule them are the gods they believe in."

"At the end of the day, their beliefs are not pure at all."

"All they want is a useful tool to help them solve their problems."

"Do you believe it or not, even if Beryl revealed his identity as a demon apostle today and stands here, as long as he can give a high-sounding reason, these people will still regard him as a spiritual leader?"

Although she is an atheist, she doesn't hate gods and Buddhas, nor do she hate people who regard them as spiritual sustenance.

What she hates is ignorance, blindness, this group of rabble who can't even tell who they believe in, but still want to let those high gods show mercy.

Flair froze.

She seemed to have thought of something, and said with a complicated expression: "Aren't all people like this?"

"As long as it is beneficial to me, as for whether I have borrowed the power of the devil... is it important?"

Fryer sighed, "However, there is no need to criticize them so harshly, after all, they are not decision makers."

"Just like you said...they don't even know whether they are ruling themselves or whether they are the gods they once believed in, so how can they expect them to make the right decision?"

The orangutan thought carefully for a while: "... also."

Today's Leiden is actually a large "information cocoon".

The people don't know the truth, they live numbly in the cage that Quilter Beryl wove for them, their eyes are blinded, their limbs are bound... they can only blindly charge and shout for others.

It's not their fault.

All the blame must be placed on Quilt Beryl.

And what they have to do is to break out of this wrong cocoon.

Set things right.

Get everything back on track!

Adding a scene to himself, the orangutan felt that his energy was sufficient.

"Be careful." At this moment, Fryer warned in a low voice, "The target... is about to appear."

(End of this chapter)