Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 367 I've been wanting to see you for a long time (please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)
Although Mads wondered why Lucifer was interested in such an ordinary-looking human being, she did not show her doubts and carried out Lucifer's orders meticulously.

She first announced to the people queuing at the door that the Light Bar would be closed today, which caused quite a commotion.

Most of these wealthy celebrities who come to the bar for fun are young people who grew up in the big dye vat of Hollywood and have no idea what restraint is.

When they are acting or singing, if they are not satisfied, they will beat and scold the staff around them.

Now that there are so many people, they are even bolder. They started cursing at Maz, which caused dissatisfaction among ordinary people. All kinds of dirty words were flying around, and those stars disappeared instead.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Maiz was too lazy to waste time talking to these humans. She punched a bodyguard who was looking for trouble and sent him flying dozens of meters away. Then the entrance of the Light Bar became quiet.

"Fuck off!"

This warlike demon did not reveal his true identity, but simply displayed some of his majesty as a warrior, which made all the humans at the door shut up and flee in shame.

No matter how ideology is promoted, in real life, one person is always inferior to a group of people working together. Americans, as a colonial country, know this better than anyone else.

So in daily life, Americans always gather together under various names.

Hometown, race, region, occupation... People use different standards to divide themselves into small groups, and each of them takes their place in the group, in order to seek more resources in society.

When two small groups collide, people will talk about freedom and "My freedom is greater than your freedom, just hand over the resources."

When they are within the group, they start talking about democracy, that is, "we are all in the same group, and if there is anything, we can discuss and divide it up."

Of course, theory is theory, and actual operation is another matter.

Logically speaking, the Hollywood Actors and Singers Union is backed by financial commercial banks and is one of the most powerful groups in the United States, but the conflicts between them are often fierce.

Not to mention that they are all frail and weak. Although they have maintained a good figure through various means, they are truly powerless and of course dare not really fight with others.

"That's the attendant who always follows Lucifer, Mads!"

Morpheus stood outside a street, introducing Martin to the demon that came out.

"It seems that you were not deceived. Lucifer actually came to human society?"

Morpheus couldn't understand why Lucifer did this. After all, he still had the duties of the King of Hell. Without him, the demons in hell would get out of control.

As a serious man, Morpheus would never abandon his duties and let innocent people suffer.

Martin nodded, and a thin layer of gray covered his eyes. The world in his eyes changed, and he saw the true form of the devil.

A slender humanoid body with forked horns on its head and a pair of animal hooves under its feet. Its body is covered with hard and cold steel and stone. There are many hands behind its back, and each hand holds a different weapon, limbs and body parts.

"There's nothing special about this demon!"

Martin rubbed his eyes, and the gray layer disappeared, and the world in his eyes returned to what normal people see.

Usually demons have special abilities and appear differently in Martin's eyes.

Although this demon named Max had many hands, he could tell at a glance that they were all acquired through training. Even the weapons in his hands were made by humans and there were no natural traces.

Morpheus replied calmly, "This demon was born into a very ordinary family. She was so thin that she was even abandoned by her parents. Lucifer passed by and adopted her on a whim. That's how this demon became what it is today."

"Ah, I see! It seems I can't mess with her anymore."

Martin smiled slightly and didn't want to have a conflict with the other party so as not to miss today's schedule.

Mads did not eavesdrop on the conversation between Martin and Murphys, nor did he notice Martin's eyes.

She dealt with the humans surrounding the population, then strode towards the two of them, ready to perform a standard etiquette.

Morpheus interrupted her quickly: "Stop, this is not hell, nor is it my dreamland. If you do this complicated ritual and others see you, they will think I want to do something to you!"

Martin looked at Murphys in surprise, wondering why he suddenly spoke more.

Morpheus didn't explain.

Maiz had a cold face, as if someone owed her eighteen million. It was the same for Murphys and Martin.

"Mr. Morpheus, and this unknown human gentleman, my master is waiting for you two, please follow me!"

Mads had no curiosity about Morpheus.

This master of dreams rarely appears in front of the world, but since Maiz follows Lucifer, he is not unfamiliar with him.

In comparison, it was the ordinary-looking Martin who attracted more attention, but with Lucifer's order, this warlike female demon could only restrain her impulse.

"After this meeting, I must see what's so special about this human!"

Maiz swore secretly in his heart, but did not show it on the surface.

Martin didn't pay any attention to the demon in front of her. She was thinking about what to say when they met later so that Morpheus and Lucifer would not fight.

He was neither a fool nor a blind man, so he could naturally see that there was a deep gap between the two of them.

But there is no hell on Earth, and Morpheus has recovered a lot of strength. Once the two of them fight, the Earth will probably turn into a big exploding ball.

"Please come in!"

Mads reminded Martin, pulling him out of his thoughts.

The dedicated demon pushed open the door and made a gesture of invitation, but he had no intention of going in.

Martin glanced at her, smiled slightly, and then asked Murphys to go in with him.

Mads suddenly grabbed Martin's arm and reminded him with a smile, "Mr. Unknown, allow me to kindly remind you that you are walking into a duel that you cannot control."

"My name is Martin."

Martin just said his name, and then his arms became futile. Although Mads was very powerful, he had nowhere to exert his power.

Maiz was kind for once, but he didn't expect the other party would not accept it at all. He snorted coldly and slammed the door shut with a loud noise.

"My temper is not small!"

Martin was indeed startled; he did not expect the other party to suddenly explode.

"I'm sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of Mads. Even though we've been in human society for a few years, she always acts like a demon."

Martin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a perfect man standing at the bar, sighing.

Even though Martin had never met the other person, he couldn't help but think about him when he saw that he had a headache.

"Something's wrong!"

The moment this thought came into Martin's mind, he shook his head and regained consciousness.

Looking at Lucifer again at this moment, although I no longer feel heartbroken for him, I still feel that his image is perfect.

Morpheus said directly: "This guy has God's blessing. No matter who he is or what kind of life he is, the moment you see him, you will think he is the most perfect one. He has deceived many people with this trick."

"It's jealousy, Morpheus."

Lucifer protested loudly, "I convinced those people with my own charm. It had nothing to do with my irresponsible bastard dad."

"Hmph!" Morpheus snorted coldly, the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

Martin watched as the two men bickered like elementary school students over an insignificant topic, and he quickly intervened.

"Mr. Lucifer, I believe you must know the purpose of our coming here."

"Of course I know. The Lord of Dreams was imprisoned by mortals. I certainly wouldn't miss such big news."

Although Lucifer did not say anything mocking, the last glance in his eyes revealed everything silently.

"you……"

"calm!"

Martin quickly grabbed Morpheus to prevent him from getting excited and dueling with the other party.

What kind of conflict is going on between these two people? Why do they start fighting as soon as they meet?
Martin suppressed his doubts, pulled Morpheus to sit in front of the bar, and said to Lucifer with a smile: "Mr. Lucifer, Morpheus and I came here to seek your help. I hope you can tell me the devil who traded Morpheus' helmet from this mortal."

"Just call me by my name. Actually, I've wanted to meet you for a long time, but in order to make our meeting less deliberate, I didn't take the initiative to find you."

Lucifer smiled widely, and his whole body seemed to be glowing. Even Martin felt dazed when he saw it.

Of course this has nothing to do with sex, it's just an appreciation of beauty.

"Lucifer, can't you just turn off the halo around you?"

Martin dropped the polite title and complained about the aura that surrounded him.

Lucifer shook his head in embarrassment: "Hey, this thing was put on me by my father. As for God, you know, he always likes to show off, and I can't do anything about it."

Then, he lowered his voice deliberately, leaned closer to Martin and said, "If I had known you could persuade this stubborn stone of Morpheus, I would have let Chloe stay."

"Who is that Chloe?" Martin pretended to be stupid, not wanting Lucifer to think that he was deliberately investigating him.

The key point is that Martin really didn't do it, otherwise he would have admitted it.

Lucifer blinked and said, "I know you are from a place farther than the multiverse, and I know that you are special. It is normal for you to not pretend in front of me."

"I just don't want you to feel like your privacy is being invaded."

Martin took the wine glass handed to him by Lucifer and took a sip.

Tropical drink, non-alcoholic.

It seems that although Martin has not investigated Lucifer, Lucifer has never given up paying attention to him.

"I'm not as stingy as someone!"

Lucifer secretly mocked Morpheus who was standing there like a statue, and pushed the wine glass to him.

"Given what you've done to me, I'm already very generous of myself not to fight you to death!"

Morpheus drank the jasmine-colored liquid in the glass.

His first feeling was bitterness, and he couldn't help but recall the loneliness and coldness of being imprisoned for a hundred years.

But soon, the bitterness that had invaded every corner of his body receded like the tide, and a hint of sweetness slowly emerged, soothing his body.

Although this experience was just a feeling for Morpheus, it also eased his excitement a lot.

Even so, Murphys was still unwilling to speak and continued to let Martin act as a messenger.

"What's going on with you two?"

Martin asked questions when he had them, and he didn't hide them at all.

Friendship is a very mysterious feeling. Usually, only a solid relationship can be built on a foundation of common interests over the years.

But Martin and Lucifer became friends after only meeting for the first time.

The reason is very simple, because Lucifer cannot die.

He hated hell and the damn demons in it, if it weren't for his suppressed mother and that group of fallen angel brothers and sisters.

Lucifer escaped from hell tens of thousands of years ago.

So he would communicate with any special existence to relieve the depression in his heart.

"Strictly speaking, I'm only half to blame for this matter."

Lucifer glanced at Morpheus, snapped his fingers, blocked his sight and hearing, and then said with some depression:

"That happened tens of thousands of years ago. Morpheus fell in love with a human queen. It was our first meeting at that time and we had a good chat. I wanted to help her test the queen, and then..."

Martin knew what happened next without Lucifer telling him.

How could a queen living in a primitive age resist the temptation of Lucifer? Going to bed with him was impossible because Lucifer was not someone who controlled the big head with the small head.

But that queen must have paid the price of hurting Morpheus.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

Martin shook his head helplessly, finally understanding why the two of them were so hostile.

Lucifer defended himself, "They were inseparable at the time, and I didn't expect things to turn out like that."

"You are the king of hell, who would believe you if you said that?"

Martin did not doubt that Lucifer was lying because he was too arrogant to do so.

"But I had just fallen from heaven at that time. I didn't understand anything about hell, okay?"

Lucifer was also very depressed. He clearly didn't like those bastards in hell, but he always had to clean up their mess.

"If you want, I can be the peacemaker, but how effective it will be is another matter."

Martin thought it was just a side job.

"But you have to apologize to Morpheus for what you did."

"Of course, I'm not a coward who dares to do something but not to take responsibility."

Lucifer agreed immediately.

Martin turned to Morpheus and told him about the past: "I am not qualified to comment on right or wrong in this matter, but in order to get the helmet back as soon as possible, you should accept Lucifer's apology!"

In Martin's opinion, this matter was not a big deal.

A love affair that happened tens of thousands of years ago is now nothing.

As long as he is given a way out, Morpheus will soon forget the so-called hatred in his heart.

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