I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

An old man with graying temples, Hobart, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a casual black suit. His right hand was clutching an unusual "cane" covered in bizarre, dark red symbols.

"You've arrived," he said in a low voice, glancing at Mann and Hu Weifeng, who were standing at the entrance. "I didn't expect anyone to be interested in my knowledge. Would you like some tea?"

He pointed to the two exquisite porcelain cups prepared on the table in front of him.

Hu Weifeng nodded slightly to him and took the lead in sitting down on the sofa opposite him:

"Thank you, but no, thank you."

Mann also sat down, observing the gentle and refined old man across from him. Hobart was born in the Western Federation, and his "work" before retirement was also carried out there. Therefore, he had no enemies or friends here—both of which were dangerous for retired Hell worshipers.

Hobart didn't force them to drink the black tea laced with slow-acting poison. He had only put out the porcelain cups out of respect for this job, not really expecting them to drink from them.

If it weren't for this mission, he would have been happy to share his knowledge with the younger generation. But since they had paid, it wasn't difficult to do some work for the politicians who sheltered him.

Moreover, if he refused them, Hobart would offend not only the politicians who provided him with shelter but also his former colleagues, and he knew what kind of bastards his colleagues were.

After all, he used to be one of them.

Hobart looked at them and asked:

"What do you want from me?"

No matter what he said, these two Coordination Bureau employees wouldn't be able to take the knowledge away with them, so he intended to completely satisfy their requests, allowing them to be buried with the knowledge.

It was a happy way to die.

Hu Weifeng asked:

"We would like you to help us figure out what these Hell worshipers are doing, which demon they are summoning, and how we can stop them. Don't worry, Mann will erase this memory after you're done speaking, to prevent the worshipers from finding you."

They were upstairs right now.

Hobart said:

"Actually, I can guess what they're trying to do without even looking. There are worshipers of both devils and demons among the participants, right? Normally, we are mortal enemies, and the only ritual that could bring us together, combined with the phenomena I've observed these days, I can confidently tell you…"

"They are building a Gate to Hell."

But in reality, Hobart had just asked for this answer, after all, the instigator was right here.

Hu Weifeng asked:

"A Gate to Hell?"

Hobart explained:

"You've seen rituals for summoning demons and devils, right? A Gate to Hell is a special type. Rather than a summoning ritual, it's more accurately described as a passage.

"Once a Gate to Hell is built, it can briefly connect Hell and reality. Whether it's a devil or a demon, an avatar or the real body, they can all descend to the mortal world through the Gate to Hell. Based on my deduction, they are building a Tier IV passage.

"But it won't just be one or two Greater Devil avatars coming to reality. After all, this is the masterpiece of five secret societies, so there will be at least five or more Tier IV avatars appearing, and if they are avatars of high-ranking demons, they will be slightly stronger than other Tier IVs.

"Of course, if your director could come for a visit, he could definitely scare them all back to Hell."

Finally, he joked about Qin Luan.

Hu Weifeng said:

"Can you help us find the specific location of those Hell worshipers? We can provide you with…"

Before he could finish speaking, Hobart shook his head:

"I'm retired. Do you understand the significance of that? The retirement of a Hell worshiper means no longer committing any criminal acts, but it doesn't mean we no longer have faith.

"We worship a special Greater Devil, whom you call the Hermit. His teachings advocate that we no longer get involved in worldly disputes, and if I help you, I would be breaking the doctrine I follow."

The existence of this doctrine was real, but the worshipers of the Hermit didn't regard it as any kind of truth.

He was currently helping those devil worshipers deal with Mann and Hu Weifeng.

Mann interjected before Hu Weifeng could speak:

"Then can you give us the knowledge of how to find the Gate to Hell?"

Hobart pondered:

"Maybe, but this is very complex knowledge that requires more than a decade of study to master. The two of you alone would definitely not be able to learn it."

Mann asked curiously:

"Are you sure there are only two of us here?"

Hobart said with a smile:

"Of course, I have strong spiritual senses, which is why I converted to the Hermit sect fifteen years ago. And what do you think this room is? It's a powerful magic ritual I've built over the years. If you hadn't come according to my conditions, I would have sensed it long ago."

Yes, he also made requests such as not bringing eavesdropping devices, the purpose of which was to keep what happened in this room inside, unable to be transmitted no matter what.

Huang Qingfeng had promised that he could continue to live his life as usual after Mann and Hu Weifeng were taken away.

"Very well." Mann looked at Hu Weifeng. "I want to ask some personal questions, which may take some time, is that okay?"

Hu Weifeng was taken aback.

If Mann wanted to ask something, why didn't he say it in advance.

But he didn't have any doubts about it:

"Of course, as long as it doesn't delay business."

Hobart said with a smile:

"If your colleague doesn't mind, I'm happy to answer young people's questions. Ask away."

He was also waiting for the devil worshipers upstairs to prepare their ritual.

Mann nodded:

"I want to know what angels are all about, and what is the relationship between the demons and devils you worship and them?"

Hu Weifeng looked at Mann in surprise. He didn't expect the other party to ask such a thing. It didn't seem like a question asked purely out of curiosity.

Hobart was also stunned.

"I didn't expect that young people still care about this matter." Hobart narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you seen them?"

Mann nodded:

"That's right."

Hobart had an "as expected" expression:

"When I was young, I once thought I was the villain in a movie, a scoundrel who terrified mortals. That's why I worshiped demons so madly, because it made me feel full of evil power.

"But after learning the truth, I chose to join the Hermit sect, because then I realized that I wasn't a real bad guy at all, and my past life and pursuits were all meaningless.

"Do you find it ridiculous that we are fighting against something far more evil and terrifying than any Greater Devil?

"The so-called angels have a special invisibility spell on their bodies. As long as mortals meet the standard, they can see them. Guess what the standard is?"

Mann narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Souls can burn?"

Hobart smiled at Mann, but also felt a little regret.

"That's right, that's what they're doing, hunting mortals to supply the flames of Heaven to continue burning. You're really lucky to have survived after seeing them."

But unfortunately, his good luck had abandoned him.

Mann was about to ask the most important question:

"Suppose…"

But at this moment, Hobart suddenly interrupted him:

"I really wish this conversation wasn't taking place under these circumstances, but after all, ha, I'm still a demon worshiper. I'm sorry, you two, but they paid…"

He showed the evil smile he used to wear when he was young.

"So you should die."

I suddenly found a way to copy the reward list, it's time, ah, to do another wave of thanks.