Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Unlike Gibson's ignorance, Vermouth, who had a wide range of knowledge, felt her bones go cold when she heard this.

The meaning of Romanee-Conti's words is too obvious, and they sound very familiar.

God once said to the Israelites: "Because the blood is life, it can make atonement for sins."

The New Testament of the Bible mentions that Christ died on the cross, offering himself as a sacrifice to God. The blood he shed can atone for the sins of all who believe in him. The price of Christ's life also redeemed the sins of those in the Old Testament who had sacrificed the blood of bulls, goats, and other animals.

Therefore, the blood atonement that Romani spoke of could never mean using livestock as a substitute for sins.

But it is real, just like Jesus was killed, killing those who commit sins in order to achieve the purpose of cleansing sins.

Therefore, he warned in advance that if the researcher sent by the organization did not meet his expectations, there would be only one way out, and that was death.

Think about the lessons learned from the past. One of them became Romani's loyal dog, and the other two were blown to ashes.

What a good idea.

what.

Vermouth laughed sarcastically. The new personality brainwashed by the organization turned out to be a believer in God, and his perception of himself was that of an agent.

What is an agent.

The clergy of the Holy Church, the Inquisitor, is the executor who goes beyond God's teachings and is directly responsible for eliminating heresies that do not exist in the doctrine.

To put it bluntly, it means acting as God's agent to eliminate heretics and hunt down heretics.

This name carries a strong smell of blood and the cruelty of predators.

Vermouth's heart sank. She was in trouble.

The detective doesn't understand human nature, isolates himself from the world, does whatever he wants, and calls himself "the only human in this world of monsters." What happens in the world has nothing to do with him, and he won't take the initiative to do anything.

The Commander sees through the human heart, as if he were a god born from the condensation of this world's evil, high above, indifferent to the human world. Possessing divine nature, he lacks love or hate, but is incredibly gentle, a natural instinct of his mortal self.

The Agent is the most terrifying. He has the same wisdom as the previous two, but is more like a god.

And he is an idealist with extremely strong divinity.

Or believers.

He believes in the world and ideals in his heart.

If the detective is indifferent and the conductor cannot bear to escape, the agent is the only one who will put it into practice.

He would give everything for this, including burning his own life.

"It's like a fearless fanatic."

Vermouth murmured.

Gibson didn't hear it clearly, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Nothing." Vermouth said calmly, "Romani, I will confirm your new researcher within three days and will not cause any problems for your health. Is there anything else?"

She couldn't wait to leave Romanee-Conti.

Every minute here is torture.

Just being in the same space with Romani's personality made her nerves go on alarm all the time.

She even had a very deep and outrageous worry that this personality who wanted to cleanse the world of sin would do something like destroying the world.

——I feel like the words 'destroy the world' are incredibly fitting for him.

And she, even the boss of the organization, would be scrambling to clean up the mess for the other party.

Vermouth: ...This shouldn't be the case!

I'm just a small-time celebrity and a part-time winery salary thief. I don't want to be forced to save the world one day by following the organization.

What a hell of a joke this is.

Gibson glanced through the rearview mirror at the gentleman in the back seat. He smiled gracefully and gently, "Within three days? That's pretty fast. It looks like the new researcher is in the US and quite capable. He should be able to compile all my body data within three days and come up with a plan to stabilize my condition."

"Do you think my inference is wrong?"

Vermouth was silent for a moment, then said with a complicated expression, "That's right."

As expected, they are the same person, and their wisdom and strategy should never be underestimated.

"Since you have already guessed everything, it doesn't hurt for me to tell you." Vermouth's mood turned cold, and her tone was mixed with hatred and anger, but it was not directed at Furuya Rei, but at the unknown researcher.

“Shirley.” Vermouth’s rippling eyes were filled with sarcasm. “This is the code name of the new researcher who will take over from you. It’s because she’s a researcher for you that the boss made an exception and gave her a code name in advance.”

"She's only eleven years old, but she already holds two doctoral degrees. She's also the candidate researcher who best meets your qualifications."

Being young, he didn't have so many distractions, unlike other researchers who had already conducted anti-human research such as human experiments. He avoided being completely disillusioned by Romani as soon as they met.

The smile on Jōguchi Rei's lips became softer. From the first time he entered the laboratory to now, he will eventually get what he wants.

Even though he never asked for it himself.

"Eleven years old." His voice was gentle and compassionate. "He's a little lamb."

Vermouth shuddered and felt goosebumps all over her body.

However, when describing Shirley as a lamb, and thinking carefully about how clergymen shepherd the people on behalf of God, Vermouth couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She's happy as long as Shirley gets into trouble.

"Ms. Chris, I need to recuperate in the near future. Once you have confirmed the researcher, please give me his contact information and I will find a chance to contact him personally." Fūya Rei supported his chin with his hands crossed, his noble and elegant eyes calm and without ripples.

Vermouth said readily: "No problem."

Fūya Rei lowered his eyes nonchalantly, his tone of commanding also carrying a touch of tenderness and affection: "Don't look for me in the near future."

Vermouth paused, and just as she was about to test it, she met his brilliant and colorful gaze and froze unnaturally.

Beneath Romani's calmness lies the eerie smell of blood and rational and cold scrutiny.

Vermouth's aura grew cold in response. She smiled seductively, but her tone was filled with warning: "Let me remind you, the boss won't let you out of his sight. Given your current physical condition, you need the organization's protection at all times."

Furiya Rei raised her eyelids, gracefully and captivatingly, "Ms. Chris, please calm down a bit."

Vermouth was shocked. She was so easily aroused.

She couldn't help but step back with her motorcycle, secretly raising her guard. This guy's ability to stir up people's hearts and emotions is too terrifying.

Fūya Rei's purple-gray eyes fell lightly on Vermouth's face. He pressed the corners of his mouth and said lazily, "I think I'm not a prisoner of the organization?"

Vermouth smiled coquettishly and said, "Of course you are not."

"I'm sure I have the means to protect myself. If you're worried, you can let Gibson stay by my side for protection in the near future." Fūya Rei's face turned to the side, with golden hair hanging on one side of his cheek, making him look harmless like an angel.