I'm not an old sword

"Yes, flip the table."

Lin Qingsu walked to the window and looked at the excited crowd below, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"If the weak want to persuade the strong, they can only reason, but if the strong want to make the weak obedient..."

"Go, Mordred."

"Let them see what real power is. Let them know whose fist is the hardest. Also let them know who this city should listen to."

Foggy London: Chapter 153 Chapter 32 Gift from the Demon God

Although Lin Qingsu always scolds his own Mordred as a rebellious son, it turns out that he knows himself best.

When others were still thinking about what Lin Qingsu's words meant, Mordred had already put on his armor and jumped out with a grinning grin.

"Obey, father."

A few seconds later, the echoes of people's screams, cursing, and being knocked away were heard from the street.

'Boom! '

"Take up some strength."

Under the golden warm sun, the red light entwined with electric arcs covered the sky.

'boom! '

A deep pit about tens of meters long appeared on the street east of Baker Street.

The screams and screams of the people stopped abruptly.

The surviving troublemakers, looking at the lingering electric current in the deep pit, and watching Mordred standing in the middle of the street with a devil sword in his hands and grinning, swallowed, but they couldn't even have the courage to escape.

"You should understand a little bit."

The man who had been abused by them for days finally walked out of the apartment.

With an elegant smile, he walked over to a trembling middle-aged man lying at Mordred's feet and looked at him for a while, then raised his head and smiled and looked at those people who were kneeling or lying around.

"I want you to die, and no one can stop you."

......

The second floor of the Central News Agency, the editorial department.

"Victor, our Central News Agency is an official news agency, focusing on the authenticity of the news."

"Shocked, Jack the Ripper is...?"

The elderly editor-in-chief frowned, patting the manuscript sent by the young editor: "What is the difference between this kind of unconfirmed news and those frivolous news?"

"Editor-in-Chief, I guarantee that as long as this news is published, the sales of this issue of the newspaper will increase!"

"Then what about Her Lady Queen's accountability?"

"No matter who it is, they pay more attention to performance." Victor said himself: "And I didn't say that the Oriental man was confirmed to be Jack the Ripper throughout the article, just 'almost confirmed', 'all signs indicate', 'reasoning', when the time comes Even if the case is overturned, it has nothing to do with the authorities.”

The old man frowned, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of Victor's words.

Victor continued: "The sales of our newspapers have not been comparable to those of other lace news agencies in recent months. This is an important battle for us to turn around!"

Hearing this, the old man's brows gradually loosened, his expression was uncertain, and he finally sighed.

"it is good..."

'boom! '

The walls adjacent to the street collapsed as if hit by shells.

"Excuse me, is this a newspaper office?"

A figure appeared on the ruins out of thin air as if changing time and space.

Victor looked at the man in horror.

As for the old man, he had passed out in the explosion just now.

The face of an oriental man, with black hair and black pupils, leaning against the morning sun, bathed in the golden light with a warm smile.

"You, who are you?" Victor trembled.

"Me." The man thought for a while, then smiled and pointed to the document that was blown on the ground by the strong wind: "I am the oriental man you mentioned."

"Jack the Ripper?!"

Victor shouted, and looked at Lin Qingsu in horror.

Could it be that it was revealed that he was going to kill in a fit of rage?

Victor suddenly regretted why he wrote an article about Jack the Ripper today for the sake of performance. He thought that he only killed women and it had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect...

"Don't worry, I'm just here to ask you a few small questions."

"You say, I must know everything and say everything!"

Seeing Victor nodding and bowing respectfully, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but smile: "It's not a big deal."

"In the past few days, has there been a middle-aged priest with dull eyes in a church in London?"

"You mean Father Yanfeng?"

"Oh?"

"He is the priest of the East End Church in London. By coincidence, just when you were appointed...just a few days ago, you suddenly became the priest of the East End Church. The reputation is very good. The person who went to the church to pray since he took office They have all increased, especially the number of women has increased several times.”

Lin Qingsu never expected that Kotomine Kirei would really dare to appear blatantly.

But thinking about the situation I have been in these days, I am relieved.

In the past few days, not only was he unable to leave because of the travel restriction order, even Weber and others were more or less restricted, and were regarded as the currency of his "Jack the Ripper". Intelligence is totally out of the question.

"It seems that in their eyes, I am a good person who is kind to others... Well, no, I am a good person."

Victor looked in horror at Lin Qingsu, who was smiling more and more warmly.

Why aren't those bastards from Scotland Yard here yet? !

On weekdays, I eat and take cards, but when I really need them, they come slower than anyone else. If I can survive today, I will definitely...

"Don't move! Put down your weapon!"

Suddenly there were a lot of footsteps on the street.

Victor had never felt that the sound of a musket being loaded was so beautiful, and he was so moved that he could hardly keep his expression from tears.

"Again, put down your weapons or we'll shoot."

"Keep them quiet." Lin Qingsu said dissatisfied.

"As ordered."

The reply was a young male voice, but as soon as the voice fell, Victor heard screams from outside.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Monster! Monster!"

Following a few sporadic shots, the majestic scolding just now suddenly turned into a howling begging for mercy.

"Now I have a question."

Victor raised his head tremblingly, and the smiling demon spoke slowly.

"I'm suddenly interested in Mr. York. Can you tell me about him, please?"

......

"Ugh."

A faint sigh echoed in the empty chapel.

Looking up at the holy man crucified on the cross, Kotomine Kirei had a smile that didn't fit his tone.

"The plan failed?" Sigurd appeared behind him.

"Ah."

"I'm going to find her."

"No need." Kotomine Kirei said flatly.

"You promised to help me snatch her back!"

Sigurd's complexion suddenly twisted without any sign, and his tone was agitated.

Kotomine Kirei turned his head.

The black mud will pollute people's minds, and make people on the lawful side become indifferent, chaotic and even distorted. As for the distorted people...

Kotomine Kirei just felt even more disappointed, unable to complete the ceremony he dreamed of.

As for the others, he didn't feel much, but looking at Sigurd with his distorted face and red eyes, he suddenly understood the pollution of the black mud, maybe this guy was such a person in the first place?

never mind.

Kotomine Kirei said flatly: "I mean..."

"He means that I will come to you." Lin Qingsu's voice suddenly sounded.

The door of the church was pushed open, and the sun shone in, shining on the two people under the statue in the depths of the church along the carpet.

Looking at Lin Qingsu standing in the sun, Kotomine Kirei asked: "Should I call you Lin Qingsu, or should I call you King Arthur?"

"Up to you." Lin Qingsu said casually.

Sigurd stared at him intently.

Both eyes are red, like a wild beast that chooses to eat someone, it may rush up to tear him apart at any time.

"Hello." Lin Qingsu waved her hand.

Sigurd couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed forward and wanted to tear the man to pieces with his sword.

'Bah! '

A spear with a heart-shaped tip stood in front of him.

"Brünnhilde?"

Sigurd was startled, first showing anger and then joy: "It's okay, Brunhilde, I know that you became like this because you were controlled by his command spell, it's okay, I will kill him You rescued..."

'Bah! '

The cold spearhead mixed with Rune's words, and Sigurd had to retreat.

"He didn't use the command spell." Brunhilde said coldly: "We didn't have a relationship before, and we won't have a relationship in the future."

"No, that's not the case, you..."

"A friendly reminder, that demon god promised him that he would make Brunhilde fall in love with him." Kotomine Kirei said suddenly: "That demon god has the ability to control other people's emotions, although it has little effect on us, but if If the condition is not good..."

Brunhilde looked at Sigurd even colder when he heard this.

Lin Qingsu suddenly said: "Fufa?"

Fufa is the No. 72 fourth demon god among the 30 pillar demon gods of King Solomon.

He can control the love between men and women, he can also control the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and he can give true knowledge to the magician who ordered him.

After learning that she was going to confront Leif, Lin Qingsu specially supplemented the knowledge about Solomon and his 72 demon gods, just in case it was needed.

"That's right, also called York, you've seen him."

Lin Qingsu nodded clearly.

"Even if you please me, I won't let you go away alive."

"I just don't like that guy."

"Well, I promise you that he will go down to accompany you soon." Lin Qingsu looked at the two men in front of him: "It's the first time I've seen a man worse than me."

Although Lin Qingsu knew that Sigurd was "backstabbed" by Brunhilde, and he was in a state of confusion after soaking in black mud, it was abnormal, but why did he speak for Sigurd Woolen cloth?

"But now I see three, tsk."