Forty-Six, Dixie Is a Qualified Dogleg

The keen senses developed over the years allowed her to reflexively activate the ability to perceive and detect.

But did not find the slightest flaw.

Just an ordinary black cat?

When Emily was puzzled, Dixie also had a palpitation.

He just saw the habitual dissatisfaction of the night watchman's uniform, and he was noticed?

Although his sequence belongs to the path of death and is a little weak, but as the name suggests, the Nightbringer naturally also contains some powers of the path of the night, such as concealment.

At this time, Fein came out from the back door Shi Shiran, his face was wrinkled like a goblin, and his black bean-like eyes were shining brightly.

"Yo, isn't this our newly appointed Director Emily in New York?"

"Sit down, please—"

"Crack."

Emily just looked at Finn coldly, and the gorgeous pistol in her hand seemed to shoot out deadly flames in the next moment.

Finn immediately closed his mouth and raised his hands obediently.

"OK, OK... You are the boss of New York now, you have the final say, and I will cooperate."

"A group of rookie sublimators, without external stimulation, you tell me that they are autonomously deformed? Now, I will give you a chance to reorganize and retell what happened."

half an hour later.

Emily got into the car and took a sip of coffee lightly.

"Go straight to Times Square."

"Okay." The tall subordinate turned the steering wheel and asked quietly while looking at the rearview mirror: "Are you worried about the newcomer?"

"Blue hair, mask, boy."

Emily held the coffee and sighed wearily: "I always feel like I've seen it somewhere, but I don't remember it."

"The talent of enlightenment will make you unconsciously observe something that is wrong. If you think you have seen it, then you must have seen it."

While driving, the man comforted: "Don't worry, since there is no clear revelation, it means the result is not bad."

Emily: "You can't rely too much on revelations and feelings. When the Twisters are about to launch their plan, a Crown Prince who can't look directly at it suddenly appears..."

"Are you worried that the crowned one is from the Twister camp? Didn't Finn say that the one is Germination? Germination seems to have an official background."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, looking out the window at the slowly backing traffic crowd.

"I hope so."

...

"Since there's nothing important, I'll go?"

Since the other party was mysterious and he hesitated to reveal it, Jiang Rui didn't bother to continue grinding here. He stood up, if the majesty didn't want him to leave, or if he was still there.

Then he will definitely show up when he intends to leave, or let Fierce stop him.

"Okay, but since it's a treat, you refused me, so let's go downstairs and have a drink, anyway, I have a job to do."

Hearing this, Fils changed her posture, lying in the air like a petite girl, her legs raised up and shaking—"You really don't plan to have a fight—"

"I reject."

Jiang Rui rolled his eyes, opened the door and walked out, leaving only Phils with a pouting mouth, tilting her head, and muttering dissatisfiedly: "Impotence."

Oh, naive.

Jiang Rui held the handle of the stairs and walked down the steps step by step.

Slimes and succubi can only play with tentacles, but the problem is that such behavior seems to only bring pleasure to succubus unilaterally. As for slimes...

Afraid that he is not just a tool man?

Such a wasteful thing,

How can I possibly do it?

By the way, what is the way slimes mate?

"Slimes...should be self-reproduction, right?"

ha?

Does asexual reproduction?

So, in modern science, slime is a kind of plant?

Tsk.

"How does it feel to be in the same room with Missy?"

As soon as he stepped into the empty hall, he saw the part-time bartender raised a glass of cocktail high and lifted it up to him. At the counter, the chubby manager was also sitting there. At this moment, he was holding a cocktail A glass of wine nods at him.

It seems that Fers meant to let him get acquainted with everyone?

Or is it the meaning of the crown prince?

Could it be that, looking at his talent, he wants to take him under his command?

With a strange feeling of helplessness in his heart, Jiang Rui walked over and sat down casually, glanced at the wine glass in front of him, and couldn't help frowning slightly, it was a glass of hot lava.

"How should I put it? The strange knowledge has increased a lot."

Helplessly smiled, and gently pushed the wine forward.

"Give me a glass of colorful music, thank you."

The chubby manager's name is Wuxi. He is a hellhound with a special talent of gluttony. He was chosen by the monarch to be Ferth's servant. Now, he has completely evolved into a watchdog.

The bartender with a smile like a spring breeze is called Bigu, who hides a knife in his face. He is a shadow demon, a guard-like existence. Now, he is a bartender. However, unlike Wuxi, he is not a servant of Phils. On the contrary, he is theoretically on the same level as Fierce, because the master of the two is the same Crown Prince.

It is worth mentioning that their current name was given by Fierce.

Neither of them mentioned their sequence level, but Jiang Rui thought it should be no weaker than Phils.

Thinking about it this way, since he is the heir of the void, he must have the blood of someone under the crown.

It's normal to have such two followers for protection.

The hierarchies in hell are extremely dense, and there is no such thing as master and apprentice. Devils and demons intermingle in it, and some only have subordinates and shelters. From this point of view, being accepted as a servant by a crown also proves that Fierce is Hell status.

Interesting.

The two demons seem to be very gentle. They seem to have stayed in the human world for a long time and have learned the gentleness unique to the service industry. However, their mouths seem to be unscrupulous. Even Fierce dares to tease him, but he doesn't say anything that shouldn't be said. Nothing leaked.

This made Jiang Rui a little helpless.

While enjoying the sweet alcoholic drink in his hand, he suddenly felt a slight warmth in his hand.

Next to the ear, there was a faint voice.

"Your Majesty Rimuru Tempest..."

Was it the black cat Dixie's prayer using the command spell?

Eh? Uh, Dixie?

Jiang Rui was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that the two were a good match.

He quickly picked up the wine glass, took a few sips to suppress his slightly laughing expression, and responded in a deep voice in his heart.

"explain."

"Just now, the Night Watchman..."

Jiang Rui quietly listened to Dixie's retelling of what happened at Fein's place not long ago. Along with his silence, the only three people in the bar also fell silent, only Jiang Rui unconsciously knocked on the table.

Dixie's voice is clear, natural and rhythmic.

"In other words, Emily already knows about my existence, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

At the end, Dixie didn't forget to take the opportunity to read a book: "That guy Fein betrayed you without the slightest hesitation."

"Well, you can't say betrayal, and he is not qualified to pledge allegiance to me."

He is not worthy!

Jiang Rui chuckled, and replied: "It doesn't matter, since you are in New York, as a guest, there is no reason to hide it from your host."

"well-done."

He was very satisfied with the attitude of the other party, well, he was a qualified dog leg.