Shadow of the Beautiful World

In the evening, Merlin's Ford parked downstairs of an investment company on Wall Street.

He opened the car door and saw the sign at the entrance of this magnificent building at a glance. That thing looks like a chaotic and invisible light, shaped by the artists into a very abstract gesture.

And the name of this investment company was engraved on that weird logo.

blakhalo

Black Light Investment Company

Merlin recited the name silently. He felt that the name should represent some special meaning, but unfortunately he didn't understand it. It's like he doesn't know the owner of this building and this company.

He just knew that a powerful half-demon named Daemon owned it.

When he came to Manhattan in 1991, there was a strong demonic aura here. Four years later, the dark aura here has not weakened, but has been faintly enhanced.

That posture is like a demon lord who smuggled into the world, and this Lord Damon doesn't seem to have any intention to hide himself at all.

Four years ago, Merlin found out about His Excellency Damon without much effort.

He was ostensibly a very generous investor, willing to throw large sums of money at any worthwhile idea, the most generous angel of any entrepreneur in all of New York.

And because His Excellency Dimon's investment vision is extremely accurate, each investment can return a large return, so the reputation among the capitalists on Wall Street is also very good.

Merlin straightened his casual suit, carried his handbag, and walked into the investment company. In the rows of seats in the company lobby, at this time of dinner, there are still many entrepreneurs with dreams, waiting for the opportunity to be summoned by Mr. Dimon.

The beautiful sister at the front desk greeted Merlin with a formulaic beautiful smile, and she asked:

Sir, what can I do for you?

I want to talk to Mr. Damon about something.

Merlin said with the same hypocritical smile:

Something very important.

What's your name, please?

The young lady asked again, and Merlin said softly:

My name is Merlin.

The young lady lowered her head and checked today's appointment record. A few minutes later, she said to Merlin:

Sorry, Mr. Merlin. But you didn't make an appointment with Mr. Damon. If you really want to visit Mr. Damon, please leave your information and contact information. If Mr. Damon has time, he will contact you of.

No, ma'am.

Merlin took something out of his pocket and put it in front of the beautiful young lady. He said:

I have an appointment.

Merlin's fingers moved away, revealing the burnt blackened metal badge. The inverted pentagram on the badge began to shine strangely after Merlin injected a little magic power into it, which made the young lady at the front desk a little bit surprise.

Her expression changed, as if she felt that Merlin was making fun of her with some damn thing.

However, just as the young lady was about to call the security guard, the phone in her hand suddenly rang.

The young lady put the microphone to her ear, and after a few seconds, that formulaic smile appeared on her face again, and she made a please gesture to Merlin in the most elegant gesture, with the sweetest the voice said:

Follow me, Mr. Merlin. Mr. Damon is waiting for you.

Merlin put away the badge, and he nodded. Under the envious and jealous gazes of those seeking investors behind him, he followed the perfect young lady into the elevator.

Two minutes later, Merlin came to the top floor of the Black Light Building, and the young lady at the front desk graciously pushed open the heavy, gorgeous red wooden door in front of him.

The moment the door was pushed open, an aura that was at least 5 times purer than Merlin's dark magic power almost rushed towards his face, making Merlin's eyes under the glasses sparkle with unceasing light.

He reached out and pushed his glasses, smiled at the young lady beside him, and walked into the office in front of him.

This is a very luxurious office, which occupies an area even larger than Merlin's entire house, but there are not many things placed there, and it looks a little empty.

The luxurious red carpet was spread on the floor, the luxurious gold silk curtains were half drawn, and the last rays of the setting sun shone through the windows into the office, reflecting a icy light on the precious mahogany desk.

Behind the desk, sat a young man.

He looked more mature than Merlin, wearing a black suit, neatly combed black hair, and a pair of black eyes. He looked very stable, just like those real business tycoons.

When Merlin walked into the office, Mr. Damon seemed to be dealing with business matters. He browsed a document and waved for Merlin to sit aside first.

He seems to have adapted to his role very well, at least the wave of his hand just now was full of the taste of an upper-class elite.

Merlin didn't bother Damon.

If possible, he didn't want to have any enmity with this half-demon in front of him, and he didn't even want to contact him.

Damon's strength is far above him. This half-demon is almost the most powerful of all the magic-related characters Merlin has seen so far.

It's like a quiet flame. Although it looks peaceful, it doesn't mean it doesn't have the ability to burn the world.

A few minutes later, Dimon picked up a pen and signed his name on the document in front of him. He closed the document and put it aside. Then he raised his head and looked at Merlin who was sitting on the sofa.

A trace of doubt flashed in Damon's black eyes, and he said to Merlin:

I just sensed your aura. Only at that moment, I almost thought I was wrong. Your technique of concealing your aura is superb, and it has to be appreciated. But what I'm more curious about is that a son of the Sangong Demon ', what are you looking for me for?

The half-demon bluntly said:

Is it to deliver news for your father?

No.

Merlin shook his head. He tossed the badge in his hand to Daemon, who took it in his hand and just glanced at it. His brows raised high on his handsome face.

He stood up, put his hands on the table, and said to Merlin:

Where did you find this thing?

Hell's Kitchen, a group of bewitched punks.

Merlin says:

They did not know where they found an altar that could communicate with hell. Fortunately, that group of people were real laymen and only used a bunch of runes that were full of mistakes to sacrifice. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have come to you.

This emblem was found in that altar.

Merlin coughed lightly, looked at Damon, and said:

I serve an organization, and this matter falls under my jurisdiction, so I take the liberty of coming to visit, just to ask, Your Excellency Dimon, do you have any ideas about developing believers in Hell's Kitchen?

I didn't do it.

Damon played with the emblem on his fingertips. He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the bustling Manhattan neighborhood below from a height of 100 meters.

With a wave of his hand, a lit cigar appeared in front of Merlin's eyes. Merlin reached out to catch it, and also caught Damon's goodwill.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the silent half-demon turned around and let the golden light scatter on him. With his hands behind his back, he said calmly to Merlin:

I got tired of recruiting believers and forming a cult 20 years ago.

Moreover, Mr. Merlin, I don't know if you realize that in this era, the role of money has been magnified without limit. In the past, what people have dedicated everything they desire is strength or dignity. Or power or whatever.

But right now, young people with dreams are asking for money from beings like me.

With a ridiculous smile on Damon's face, he spread his hands:

As long as I spill meaningless money, anything I want will be done for me by countless people, and anything I want will be put in front of me as quickly as possible, even the soul, the most important thing soul, money can buy a lot”

In this case, do you think I'm going to look for a bunch of um, punks? Do you think I'm going to look for scum like that as my followers?

Dimon's explanation made Merlin unable to refute. In fact, after seeing the power that Dimon possessed with his own eyes, Merlin didn't think that those punks would have anything to do with someone of his status.

But, that badge is indeed related to Dimon.

The change in his expression just now couldn't satisfy Merlin.

Then this badge?

Merlin asked:

What's the matter with that badge? The magical aura on that thing is exactly the same as your aura. It cannot be faked.

Well, if I'm not mistaken.

Damon said with a gloomy face:

This should be the ghost of my dear sister.

He sighed and said softly:

You may not understand, Mister Merlin, that when a twin brother and sister have the misfortune to inherit powers from their devil father, the story tends to go badly like those traditional, disgusting tragic stories.

My mother taught me to be an upright person. I can't do it. My dark nature is forcing me to search for my soul. But at least I try to suppress myself.

It's a pity that Satana doesn't think so. She seems to worship our dark father more than our gentle mother. Especially after her mother left, she became more and more unscrupulous in pursuing the dark power. This makes me very disappointed. I and She's on a different path, alas, my sister seems to think I'm on the wrong path, and she's trying to pull me back to the 'right' path every moment.

Damon strolled to Merlin's side as the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated. Looking at Merlin, he said:

Thank you for bringing me this badge, which gave me an insight into some of Satana's plans in advance. Go back to your world, Your Excellency Merlin, I will send someone to deal with this matter.

Okay, then I'll let it go.

Merlin nodded to Damon, whose attitude was still calm, and he planned to leave now.

For half-devils like them, being with a more powerful kind is not a reassuring thing.

Although Daemon is not a son of the Three Palaces and has no conflict of interest with Merlin, most of the half-devils are paranoid and crazy. After the matter has been resolved, Merlin does not want to cause other troubles.

But just after he took a few steps, Damon's low voice suddenly sounded behind him:

Mr. Merlin, I suddenly forgot that you helped me solve a problem, and I haven't paid you yet. That's really rude.

You killed Morris, didn't you?

Damon's question made Merlin stop, and he turned around and nodded.

Dimon's expression didn't change a bit, he said:

Then let me advise you, take something from Morris, you'd better quickly digest the tragedies of the children of the three palaces in every era, if you continue to wander around with it, it may be very difficult Quickly, you'll be the hunted target of your mad brothers.

What's the meaning?

Merlin frowned and asked:

I've used that fragment.

No, it's not using, it's digesting!

Damon shook his head, he said:

People like you and me are born in darkness, and darkness is our strength. But if you have never been a member of darkness, how can you control them?

Morris' power is like ice, and you are water. The power of Sangong is very strange. Every ray of power it distributes to your sons is rich in different 'characteristics'.

Damon put his hands behind his back, looked at Merlin in front of him, and said:

In my eyes, the ice cubes are shaking in the water, but the two have not yet merged into one. In other words, Mr. Merlin, you have not yet touched the characteristics of that power. I am curious about the How did you survive so long?

Yeah?

Merlin frowned. Damon shouldn't be bored enough to joke with him about this kind of thing, so Merlin began to reflect on whether he really hadn't completely assimilated Morris' power.

A few minutes later, Merlin said softly:

Although I don't quite understand what you mean, Mr. Damon. But I still want to thank you for your reminder. Besides, I'm curious, as a powerful half-demon, why do you stay in a place like Wall Street?

good question!

A smile finally appeared on Daemon's face. When he laughed, there was a bit of a strangeness. He said:

The devils of the past used pacts and lies to cheat souls to fill their own hells.

But the times are developing, technology is advancing, and civilization is changing with each passing day. The instinct from the devil makes me long to see the degeneration of the soul, but I will not use traditional contracts and lies. It is too uninnovative to enter an increasingly degraded human society. Finally, I finally found a more convenient and effective method in this day and age.

That's money! I've just said it.

With a strange smile, Damon said to Merlin:

Those capitalists praised me for my precise investment vision, but for an existence like me, what use is money? I keep sprinkling money, and what I long for is something more precious.

Damon stretched out his left hand, and howling souls tried to get rid of Damon's fingers. The pale light emitted by the soul illuminated Damon's face. He closed his fingers and spoke in a piercing tone. , to Merlin:

Soul! This is my treasure!

The weird scene in front of him made Merlin subconsciously take a step back. He looked at Damon and said:

You remind me of Mephistopheles, an uncomfortable fellow. Are you his offspring? You both speak in exactly the same tone.

Mephisto?

Damon curled his lips and smiled. He stared at Merlin, and the inverted pentagram appeared in his black eyes. He said:

No, it's not that cunning bastard.

My father, called

Satan!

PS:

Ahhhh, my hands are so sore, take a break and continue working.