Demon Sage

"You mean I...I don't actually have a problem?"

Ogoff was a little excited, he grabbed the armrest of the chair with his palms, and no longer focused on the content on the paper.

"What kind of person is Rastolle, and how much do you know about him?"

Without giving a positive answer, Donald didn't know what was wrong with Ogoff's body, so he simply threw the question back and continued his transcription.

"I'm just a thug in the Church of Shia. Mr. Rastolle entrusted me to help him with some external affairs. We have been cooperating for 3 years. It took a very long time for believers from the periphery of the church to eventually become one of the core figures, which is extraordinary."

After careful consideration of his words, Ogoff was extremely restrained when talking about Rastole.

Even if it is a guy with blood on his hands, he still has characters he is afraid of.

It's not the fear of strength, but the feeling of powerlessness that arises from the bottom of my heart when facing the opponent.

Or maybe he was used to being humble when talking about that person.

"Oh, even in private, you don't dare to talk about each other. You are destined to be a dog at Rastoler's feet for the rest of your life. You can run and bark when you are young, and your master will lead you to hunt and run. You are a little older. , experienced, the master trusts you, the housekeeper, the older you are... peeling the skin and dismantling the bones, the iron pot is waiting for you!"

He satirized Ogoff mercilessly. Donald looked at his reaction, his face flushed, but he didn't dare to say anything. Finally, he clasped his hands and placed them on the table.

Frowning in disappointment, Donald finished the second translation, stuffed the two pages into his pocket, and gained a lot, even though one was incomplete, one was useless.

"Of course I know. In the past 3 years, I have done a lot of filthy things for him, but what I got in the end was only a monetary reward. That's not what I want, strength, what I want is strength, every time Thinking that I am the same as those pigs who only know how to work every day, I feel disgusted with myself, I want to surpass them and be evolved... yes, evolution!"

The flesh on his face twitched faintly, and Donald's seemingly casual irony still hit Ogoff's sore spot.

The mask finally didn't hold back, he told his desire without concealing it.

It is stupid to cover up your desires in front of the devil. Ogoff hopes to use his desires and madness to get the attention of the devil.

Ogoff calls himself a thug, not so much a cover-up as a self-deprecating "humble".

How can an ordinary thug be so close to Geoffrey Rastole?

Can you come to see Donald with a box of precious items?

It is undeniable that Ogoff's mind is morbid. His reason for joining the Church of Shia is very simple. He wants to evolve and surpass ordinary humans. For this reason, he is willing to do anything, even if it is to be by one person's side for three years. 's loyal servant.

If it wasn't for Donald Grant, he might have continued to wait, because he had no choice. Under the premise of knowing that there was something wrong with his body, he seemed to be unable to get rid of Rastoller's control over him.

"You want to evolve... Ha! You want to evolve? This is really interesting. What if you have talent? A dog or a dog, can you bark louder?"

"Your Mightiness!"

His face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye, he slapped the table with his hands, leaned forward, panting heavily, his rage was written on his face, and a savage aura poured out.

I can't tell if it was intentional or out of control.

But one thing is certain, this guy definitely has more than a single digit number of lives in his hands!

"Angry? You know I'm right, you know it very well!"

Donald didn't give an inch, his arms were pinching the sides of the table, pressing forward as well, his eyes had already changed.

This is to remind Ogoff that the identities of the two parties are not on the same level.

After a stalemate for about 5 seconds, Ogoff sat down again, no longer looking at Donald.

How could he fight the devil!

"Ogoff... You keep saying that you want to evolve, but you are willing to be a dog by someone else's side. You pray to me, and I will never reward someone else's dog!"

This is what Donald really wants to say, he wants to put a thorn in the middle of the two.

In fact, this thorn has existed for a long time. The simple interest bond seems to be strong, but that is under the premise of no external force intervening.

Ogoff's face was full of struggle.

The conversation between the two sides would definitely not go on, so Donald got up and left the room.

Now it's almost 10 o'clock in the evening, and no matter how late, he is worried about the situation that he was being followed before.

When he got out of the house and the night wind was blowing, Donald only felt the chill behind him. In the confrontation just now, he was the main target of Ogoff's aura. After calming down, he was also panicked. Kill Ogoff's confidence in time.

All he wants to do is to provoke the relationship between Rastoller and Ogoff, and the confrontation is also according to the situation.

It's enough to do this step for the time being. Donald didn't think about the person who said what he said suddenly, and turned to respect him like a god.

Ogoff's mental illness does not mean that he is a fool. To be so valued by Rastoller, he would not hesitate to use the gift of talent as a bait to tie him firmly to his side. It is impossible to say that he is incompetent.

To deal with this kind of person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ gentle words are meaningless.

Power is the key.

You can disrespect me, but you can't disrespect me.

Donald can't show weakness in front of Ogoff, absolutely not!

**

It was still the dormitory building in the academy, the sky was bright outside, and the students went to the classroom where their courses were located one after another.

"Jenny, Jenny...Jenny! Why don't you like me, why, we clearly have the most intimate communication, why do you reject me, I want to take care of you, I want to hold you in my arms. …”

With a note in his hand, a haggard pale cheek lies under his long messy brown hair.

Despair lingers around her.

There is nothing left. If the family and the school are told what happened last night, she will lose her future. .

It's all that bastard, that bastard... beast!

This was the first time she swears, even in her heart, she felt a little more refreshed, and was quickly occupied by other emotions.

"Jenny? Jenny...Jenny Foster! Open the door! I've been waiting outside for an hour, I'm going to class soon, and my book is still in there!"

When the roommate came home, she just took away the daily necessities and bedding, etc. Her books were still neatly placed on the bed.

There was still a knock on the door panel, she still didn't move, the room was too ugly, she didn't have time to clean it up, she would be found...

"Bastard, I know you're in there, I'm too late for class, crazy, go to hell!"

The roommate outside finally became impatient. If this wasn't a girls' dormitory, she would definitely find her boyfriend to kick the door open.

To die?

Can you solve the problem?