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Alfia lowered her eyes, tugged at Charles's ear, and retorted, "Can't you see for yourself?"

The gods can easily discern whether a child in the mortal realm is lying. False information is meaningless before them, but the information uttered by the Shar is too shocking. Therefore, Erebus wants to hear his answer.

Chardo scratched his head: "Ah, in a sense, we are indeed at his beck and call."

In his view, based solely on the potential that Ciel has currently demonstrated, Belle's value may not even match his. She has acquired new magic, possesses Alfia's [talent], and also his own [gluttony].

As long as Sharl doesn't perish prematurely, he will undoubtedly become a key fighting force against the Black Dragon in the future.

Moreover, unlike "Hero" and "Wild Boar", Charles, at level 1, possesses an arrogant ambition. He is not content with the status quo, is bold yet meticulous, unconventional, and willing to seize every opportunity to become stronger. This is what Chardo admires most about him.

If Charles weren't still too low-ranking, Chardo would have even offered his own flesh and blood for him to devour. This was simply an appreciation for a promising up-and-coming talent.

In contrast, Alfia.

Her favoritism, or rather, her love for the house and its inhabitants.

She showed a high degree of tolerance for Ciel simply because of Belle, and even though he repeatedly violated the witch's sacred boundaries, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Secondly, there's the talent Ciel has displayed. And this is an investment made for Bell's sake in this world.

She is trying to make up for the regret of not being able to be by Belle's side in her own way. She wants to create a second Alfia and give her talents back to her sister's child.

To achieve his goal, Ciel needs to make a genuine commitment.

For her, if this decaying body could earn her Charles's genuine care, then it would be worth it.

Completely unaware of the complex relationships involved, Erebus gasped in astonishment, covering his mouth.

"It truly surprises me that there are people in the mortal realm who can control these two monsters."

"You saw it today."

Erebus straightened his posture: "Then, can you answer a question for me? Young overlord, what is the purpose of your visit here?"

"Will you destroy us who have turned to evil?"

Charles's expression was strange: "Eliminate? Why? I came with great sincerity."

His purpose in entering the man-made maze this time was merely to attend the banquet; his main objective was to find a suitable whetstone for Belle and, secondly, to sell the ignition devices that Chanis had accumulated for a good price.

The current secret faction is incredibly wealthy, with investments from more than half of the world's businessmen, and capable of instigating rebellions in countries around the globe. If they don't fleece such a large and lucrative target in a few years, they won't even get a taste of the spoils.

"Sincerity?" Erebus was equally puzzled; this contradicted the intelligence he had received.

"I heard that someone actually demolished the maze entrance and forced their way into the stronghold."

Charles blinked. "Why didn't they open the door for me? I had no choice but to come in myself."

"This..." The Erebus was stunned. Just because of this, you led two level 7s to conquer your homeland?

You should know that all the factions are packing up and leaving now, preparing to go back to their hometowns to get married.

Seeing Erebus's discomfiture, Charles said with a beaming smile, "You don't understand, do you? My elder brother said that negotiations require a clear stance! Otherwise, investments are easily scammed. How can we cooperate without giving you a taste of our power?"

"Your elder brother?"

I doubt it was just you who said that.

Erebus stripped away the flowery words and got to the point, asking, "What do you mean by cooperation?"

“Of course, it’s the ‘Absolute Evil’ project.” Ciel said with a smile, “So, Mr. Founder, may I get involved?”

"I've never seen a villain who ran off with the shareholders' initial investment and then came back to invest again before," Erebus said helplessly, spreading his hands. "Now that you have the trump card to achieve all my ambitions, do I still have the right to refuse?"

Charles stretched out his hand: "Of course, you have so many fellow evil gods. They're all lovely partners (fat sheep)."

“You should spare them. They’re quite pitiful.” Erebus also extended his hand and shook hands with them. “Well, since you haven’t given up on that plan yet, I shouldn’t be left behind…”

"Wish us happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

……

Sunset.

A man-made maze, with a ten-story conference hall for hundreds of people.

The room, devoid of rows of magic stone lamps and only containing campfires hanging around the perimeter, appeared dim and oppressive.

"I told you so, I told you so, what's wrong with spending a little more money? You can't even afford a magic stone lamp? What? Does the Dark Faction have to go for this gloomy and oppressive atmosphere? Look, we can't even see faces up close? Is this a good thing? Huh? Don't you think so, brother?"

"Hehehe, if I were the hero, I would definitely send someone to infiltrate here and take advantage of everyone's laxity to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

A gray-haired boy, completely shrouded in a black robe and with his mouth and nose covered by a black veil, complained with dissatisfaction.

Before him stood a red-haired cat-man with a gaunt face, sharp eyes, and prominent eyebrows. He glanced at the comrade who was chuckling strangely and said, "Then they'll have to find this place first."

"Do you really like this atmosphere? Do you think it's cool to hold a ceremony in a place like this?" The gray-haired boy raised his index finger:

"Don't you think our uniforms are hideous? They have none of the class that villains should have. They don't even have the classic black robe with red clouds. They look like desert refugees. How can villains like this achieve anything great?"

“Yes, yes, you’re right.” Catman Jaluo felt that what this comrade said made some sense, but he was just a slave trader and didn’t understand these things.

"Such a big gathering, not to mention the stage effects are top-notch, they can't even bear to turn on the lights. Where is the vision? Where is the vision? Does this kind of organization really have a future?" The gray-haired boy kept rambling on.

"Indeed, indeed." Jaluo, reminded, suddenly felt bored.

They're a coalition of over a dozen factions, and for such a large meeting, they didn't even know how to configure a few magic stone lamps costing hundreds of falis. Where does all that team funding they hand over every year go?

That's fucking shameful.

Gradually, more people entered the room, and the big shots began to notice the gray-haired boy in the corner.

Valetta pushed through the crowd and grabbed the gray-haired boy by the collar: "Hey, which clan are you from? Is this a place for cannon fodder like you?"

The gray-haired boy, who was being lifted up, said expressionlessly: "Look, you yourself have admitted it. This kind of clothing is just cannon fodder."

He chuckled: "A bunch of cowards, running away with their tails between their legs because of [Silence] and [Gluttony]. Hey, you wouldn't be so stingy as to steal even the ignition device for your self-destruction, would you?!"

"What did you say?!"

Chapter 107 Valetta: I... am actually an undercover agent?

"What did you say? You brat!" Valeta grabbed Charles by the neck, her fingers interlocking tightly.

"Am I wrong?!" Charles's face turned pale, his hands gripped his fingers like pincers, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the trigger of the magic blade was completed in an instant.

"Gospel!"

"!"

The close-range sonic impact caused the blood vessels in Vareta's fingers to burst, the skin and flesh to tear open, and he quickly retracted his fingers.

"Cough cough..." Charles coughed twice, clutching his neck, and stared contemptuously at the shocked and furious Valetta:

"An ignition device, also called a sparking device, is simply a small contraption that creates sparks by rubbing two serrated rollers together. You went to such lengths to steal something like that? You wasted so many troops, even deploying the [Gluttony], and still couldn't get it?"

Charles gave a disdainful smile: "It makes me question your intelligence. You worthless fry."

Valetta, clutching her bleeding hand, roared with a ferocious expression, "What did you say?!"

She had orchestrated the entire plan of the Dark Faction, and this mysterious person was now trying to interfere with her. This was intolerable!

She was only injured by Sharl's magic due to momentary carelessness, but that's not the basis for this brat's sarcastic remarks.

"I'll teach you a lesson today: remember to respect your elders in your next life!"

The blade flashed mercilessly toward Charles's face, but he merely stood there with a cold smile and his head bowed, spewing one sarcastic remark after another:

"Should I say you're brainless? Or is the Dark Faction really so lacking in talent? How did they manage to appoint someone like you as their strategist?"

when----

Just as Valetta's blade was close to Ciel's nose, a clear bell rang out from behind him.

"The rest is up to you, Aibo."

"Gospel!"

A gray shockwave, a thousand times more terrifying than before, struck from behind Ciel.

It pierced through the afterimage of the Char and crashed straight into Valetta's chest. The surging sound wave caused blood to seep from her mouth and nose, and she became dizzy. She tried to stand up several times, but could not do so at all.

Charles transformed into a beam of colorful light, emerging from behind Valetta and stepping on her face:

"Oh, so now you know who's in charge?"

"What the hell!"

Who are you, kid?!

His fierce eyes glared at Charles, as if he wanted to devour him alive, but he couldn't...

My brain was shaking violently, and I felt like it was about to explode.

The other cadres didn't dare to step forward to help either, and all stared at the two figures, one in black and one in gray, standing silently behind Xia Er.

"Valeta, she was instantly killed..."

Although he had experienced the Gospel's provocation before, he was just a tamer who controlled "modified fairy soldiers" and was not very strong himself.

But Valetta was different. Her instant death meant that the queen in front of them had the ability to annihilate them all in a matter of seconds!

Many weaker faction cadres have quietly moved to hide behind the big boss.

Charles noticed this as well, and looked up to survey his surroundings: "Do you think I'm looking for trouble? Or do you want to gather you all together and wipe you out?"

"Ha. It's not that I'm targeting you, but all of you... everyone here has really 'disappointed' me."

Ciel casually pointed, and the finger landed on the cat-man who was about to run away.

"You! Brother!"

Jaluo froze, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Tell me, how much does a magic stone lamp cost?"

Jalal hesitated for a moment: "500 Fali."

Charles smiled with satisfaction: "Very good! Now answer me, how much money do you make selling a slave?"