Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Strictly speaking, when Longman Griffin shows such a dazed and vigilant expression, it is actually very easy to arouse the goodwill and protective desire of bystanders.However, once you have the opportunity to spend more than 10 minutes with him, in Mr. Ford's words, you either immediately have the urge to blow his dog's head off, or you quickly collude with him.

Among the people present, except for Langman's secretary, no one would stand with him, so except for the secretary who smiled awkwardly and politely at the boss's question, only Ellie, the person who triggered the meeting, Ka stood up and greeted Longman, "Hello, Mr. Griffin."

"……what happened?"

Another person upstairs also came out of the study.

It was an old Alpha man in his sixties, wearing a robe that was standard for the Holy See, and despite his age, he still looked hale and hearty. Standing beside Langman, he looked half a head taller than him.He was holding a notebook with a leather case in his hand, and a golden dagger was pinned to his waist, which seemed to be some kind of decoration that symbolized his status.

I don't know what he talked about with Langman before, but the old man now looks calm, and his brown eyes are looking at the people in the living room under the stairs with a look of scrutiny.

"Bishop Gilbert." Longman said softly, "Downstairs are the guests I want to see this afternoon."

"Oh?" Gilbert raised his eyebrows, "Did I waste your time?"

"How? I have benefited a lot from talking with you."

When necessary, Langman can actually make his tone appear extraordinarily sincere.

Gilbert shook his head with a smile, and walked down the stairs first: "As expected of a busy man in the capital. Since there are still guests, I will take my leave first."

Their usual conversation made the atmosphere in Griffin's old house a lot easier.

When the bishop passed by the coffee table, he nodded to Langman's guests, but did not pay more attention to them.For a person like him who stands at the pinnacle of a certain field, the things he has experienced and the people he has met are beyond the ordinary life trajectory of most ordinary people. If there is no accident, today's visit and encounter should be insignificant daily.As long as the sun rises tomorrow, all chores will be forgotten.

If nothing else.

Looking at his leaving solid back, Langman always felt as if he had forgotten something.

"—Please wait a moment!"

He yelled suddenly when Gilbert passed half of Azathoth.

"What..." Bishop Gilbert paused and was about to turn around, when the dagger beside him suddenly flashed red.This seemingly unsharp weapon actually scratched through his fine robes, leaving a wound two to three centimeters long on the right side of his thigh.

The blood was immediately absorbed by the cloth, blurring a dark red trace.After a while, the rust-smelling liquid flowed down Gilbert's legs, slid over his exposed ankles, and flowed into the pair of cloth shoes embroidered with dark gold patterns.

This sudden unexpected situation made Longman Griffin's heart tense.

"Are you okay?"

He asked worriedly, "Sorry, I stopped you abruptly just now..."

"No, it's not your fault." Gilbert's voice was hoarse, he didn't pay attention to the wound on his leg, but stared at the dagger for a while, then slowly shifted his gaze to sitting on the sofa in black On the face of a stranger in a cloak.

Azathoth and his dark brown eyes looked like mud soaked after rain.

Everyone was surprised by this sudden situation.

Langman's secretary realized what had happened at this moment. She jumped up in shock and stammered nervously, "I'll get you the medicine and gauze!"

But Griffin's old mansion is the residence of a noble lord who is safe and secure on weekdays. Langman can call a group of private doctors when he sends a message. Apart from some emergency life-saving medicine, it seems that the only one that has the effect of stopping bleeding and analgesia is only a few days ago Children's Painkiller for little Terry, who had two teeth knocked out by Erica - and a little bit by Longman who bit his cheek.

As a painkiller that is not much stronger than normal saline, this small box of things seems to bear too much weight that it should not bear.

"No need, it's just a trivial matter."

Fortunately, Bishop Gilbert did not intend to burden the only box of medicines in Griffin's old house that could last for a toothache.

I saw that he handed over the notebook held in his right hand to his left, and then used his free hand to gently wipe the wound on his leg, and the wound disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's a trivial ability." He said lightly, "In ordinary life, you can only deal with some small wounds such as cutting your fingers while cutting vegetables."

While speaking, the old man did not take his eyes off Azathoth.

Anyone with a little sensitivity could sense something was wrong.

Igor said at the right time: "I think we're just here today to discuss with Your Excellency the issue of compensation for Mr. Terry... If you and Bishop Gilbert still have important matters to discuss, we can come back another day."

Langman: "I..."

Azathoth asked Gilbert before he could speak, "What does this represent?"

His tone was unhurried and not flustered, as if he was asking about the weather.

Langman stopped talking all of a sudden, with an uncertain expression.

His secretary walked up to the boss and typed on a mobile terminal: "What are your orders?"

Her supervisor glanced at her.

—find a way to invite Bishop Gilbert to stay, by whatever means.

The secretary felt a headache.

Gilbert said: "To be honest, this is the first time I have encountered this situation."

He pulled out the dagger that was still stained with blood from his waist, and carefully observed it for a few seconds with the light outside: "As you can see, this is just an ordinary unsharp dagger."

"And I don't think it's your problem, sir."

He glanced at Igor who was sitting next to Azathoth again, "Maybe it's just a coincidence, you don't have to be nervous."

After a pause, he recalled what he had just heard, and added: "I feel sorry for Mr. Terry's teeth."

"..." Langman didn't want to pay attention to his youngest son's two deciduous teeth, he asked, "Are you going to stay longer?"

Gilbert turned back: "I thought our topic of discussion was over, do you have anything else to do?"

Longman: "Uh."

The secretary next to him was quick-witted, and quickly replied: "That's right! You may not know that Griffin's old house seems to be haunted recently!"

Gilbert: "...?"

He never expected to hear such a statement, and couldn't help but look at Langman.

Longman's expression was very delicate.

"...It's actually like this." He said dryly, "Bishop Gilbert, you also know that old houses will always encounter some inexplicable situations. Now is the key to the development of the Griffin family's business. During this period, changes in federal policy may have brought new opportunities, but they have also created some unknown opponents..."

The head of the Griffin family is typing on the mobile terminal with his hands behind his back: Your salary is gone.

secretary:……

"...In short, I have reason to suspect that this involves some supernatural powers or the field of divine arts, and you are undoubtedly an expert in this field." Langman said this paragraph without changing his expression in his secretary's mournful eyes. It sounds completely unreasonable at first, but when you think about it carefully, because no one can give such a weird and bizarre reason, it makes a somewhat credible statement. Even better at night."

The secretary tried to rescue him: "I heard that you are from Fachette? Our chef is also from there. If you have any home dishes that you want to reminisce about, please don't hesitate!"

Bishop Gilbert remained expressionless, neither flustered by the previous accident nor annoyed by Langman's strange reason for inviting him.

"I'm just an ordinary faculty member." He replied, "Although I think it's necessary for you to contact a nearby plumber or gardener now... But since Mr. Langman has made an invitation, it would be a shame not to agree Somewhat impersonal."

"I'll just rest in your residence for one night."

"It's just... maybe it will affect your discussion."

He once again looked at Azathoth's position. Although the man kept emphasizing that he knew nothing and everything was normal, he paid more attention to visitors like Langman than normal.

Even his words gave people a strange feeling—he was supposed to be addressing the owner of the Griffin family, but because he was always facing the side guests, it seemed as if he was addressing Azathoth or It was Igor who spoke the same way.

However, Azathoth did not intend to turn the guest into the main.

He wasn't interested in taking this matter seriously at first.In fact, even if Longman Griffin is Igor's enemy in a certain sense, it is not difficult to win this information unequal wrestling just by relying on the ability of his family members alone.

And the reason why the squatting lover Shenshen went all the way to the capital is because of the little girl Erica.

This young local heretic in Alpley is actually the one among all the believers in Azathoth who knows how to gain a sense of presence in front of God.After all, the Federation has official beliefs, and many children who are influenced by state propaganda and their parents have the habit of praying or going to church every day.

Erica is no exception, but the most obvious difference between her and others is that no matter how many thousands of words a believer recites every day, the gods who don't know which world they are alive in may not be able to hear them.And Azathoth and Erica are in the same plane—or the dimension of the universe. In short, whenever the little girl utters Azathoth's real name sincerely, the gods can actually hear what she wants to say.

Of course, no matter how close you are, if you want to contact the gods, there is still a threshold that is not high or low.If what Erica said was not urgent or urgent enough, just a few daily trivial words like keeping a diary, Azathoth could actually filter them out automatically.

Then just a few days ago, since knowing that Ford Hill had reported her fight at school to God, Erica's shame, eager to apologize and ask for forgiveness, directly broke through the ceiling.

She was young and didn't have any particularly complicated ideas. Once she had a goal she wanted to achieve, she would be single-minded and never waver. She didn't know that Azathoth could really hear her own thoughts.So every night before going to bed, the evil god far away in Kemingting Town heard a certain cult member praying in a low voice, nervous, sad and regretful, and he could imagine that the other party couldn't bear to bury himself in the bed full of quilts The look of rolling.

In this world, the embarrassment of being ashamed and thrown before God is probably the most unbearable.

Erica was still a child after all.

Thinking about it this way, they wanted to provide opportunities and information to Igor by the way, so they agreed to Ford's request to take the blame, and arrived at the capital in time for the last spaceship of the day.

As for the various wonderful developments encountered in Griffin's old house, which caused Azathoth to suddenly have an interest in in-depth research after waking up from a dream, that is another matter.