Lord of the Silver Crow

When yelling--

Seeing the bell swaying, the young man in a white shirt and black vest swallowed, a little nervously waiting for the door to open in front of him.

When he heard about this foundation, which appeared only two days ago, from a friend, he didn't quite believe it.

How can you give people free money and guarantee...

but.....

He came anyway.

Soon, the door opened.

A young, handsome man came out.

"Hello." The worried Richard tried to make his voice calm, "I am..."

"Come, sir, come into the house and talk, we can talk slowly."

Unlike Richard's expectation, the other party was not the attitude he expected.

The voice is a little hoarse, not suitable for singing poetry...

Richard made the judgment subconsciously.

"Mr?"

"Oh, okay, okay." Richard quickly followed and entered the house.

coffee shop.

This used to be a coffee shop.

Looking at the arranged tables and decorations, Richard, who had been to the coffee shop, made a judgment after having spare money for a while.

"Hello, sir, why are you here? If it's coffee, then I'm sorry, I have closed business, and this will be the base of the DiClaus Art Foundation."

The handsome man smiled:

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry for forgetting to introduce myself, I'm Diclaus Barry, are you?"

As he said, the man stretched out his hand.

"I'm Richard Olga." Richard also quickly reached out to shake his hand, "a poet."

"Poet?" The handsome man raised his eyebrows. "What is your work?"

"Uh, scenery, and...love?" Richard responded.

"Love has always been a wonderful topic, a good topic." Dicklaus Barry nodded, "If you are right, you are here to seek help from our foundation, right?"

After saying this, Dicklaus Barry stopped and waited for the other party to speak.

"Yes, that's right." Richard quickly said, "What should I do to get help from the Foundation?"

"There are no special conditions, just a contract and an agreement."

"Agreement? Contract? A contract?"

"No, no, it's not a contract. We are not an employee relationship. You are a free artist. This contract is to establish a collaborative relationship between us."

"Our foundation will provide you with some financial and life assistance, but in order to avoid some trouble, we need some agreements, friendly agreements."

Dicklaus Barry pulled the bow tie on his chest:

"Although I like art, I also have my inclination and my interests. In normal times, your creations are free, but sometimes I also hope that you can create more works of art that I like. Of course, You are completely free, and you can equally choose to accept or not to accept."

Immediately, he snapped his fingers, and Richard saw a waiter coming with a few pages of paper. The other party took the paper and pen from the waiter's hand and handed it to him.

"Sign this and you will be able to get our assistance."

"If you don't sign, of course we won't assist."

"You are free, you can choose."

After hesitating, after flipping through the contents of the paper, Richard signed his name.

Then, he couldn't wait to ask:

"Mr. Barry, what kind of assistance can I get?"

"It depends on your work. If your work is good, it needs to be identified. If it is a good work, I will be willing to pay more assistance to support you. The foundation was founded with my personal money. Standards, no problem, right?"

Richard thought for a while, then nodded, and asked again:

"Then what counts as a good work? What is the basis for judging good or bad?"

"I will take care of these. Don't worry, I will treat them fairly and correctly."

Dicklaus Barry smiled.

.......

Clang.

As the cafe’s doors closed, the smile on Diclaus Barry’s face disappeared:

"Ordinary people are really good fools, even if they don't need the power of mysterious things."

At this moment, a voice sounded:

"how do you feel?"

Hearing the sound, Dicklaus turned his head and looked aside, and looked at a fog crow with 7-shaped markings on his feet standing by the window sill:

"Appropriate, this corpse is very suitable."

"Of course, among the forty people who died yesterday, only the identity of this corpse meets your requirements."

The conversation one by one did not avoid the waiter next to him.

In other words, the waiter is the real speaker.

Mist Crow, Shu Geyin looked at the "waiter" and replied.

The waiter is Yago.

Although Sanguan has gradually become a puppet or a scarecrow, he has not yet become frenzied enough to kill innocent people casually.

In other words, after he used [persuasion] to repeatedly instill the phrase "I hate killing innocents" into himself, and transformed the original bottom line of values ​​into the dividing line of preferences, he was able to barely maintain the original three views and personality .

He needed a new and a legitimate identity to complete the organization. This idea, after digging out the things about Lucius, he informed Shugein, and under the advice of the other party, wandered around, looking for someone with certain financial resources. deceased.

And this "Dicklaus Barry" was the target he and Shugein found after screening the identities of the forty people who died in Red Rose City yesterday.

After removing the spirit mist and turning it into a scarecrow, he got this new identity.

"It's just that the sound needs some fine-tuning."

Shuge said as the crow's beak opened and closed.

"I know." Yago nodded.

Although he used the hat trick to replace the flesh and blood of the corpse with straw material to avoid the corruption of the corpse, the sound was still affected.

But after several days of familiarization, he has gradually become familiar with this adjustment.

The scarecrow of the gang member "Dismok", he has also finished adjusting.

Unfortunately, now he is not able to control multiple scarecrows flexibly.

At present, he can only separate a probability grass man.

No, in fact, he can separate more than one.

However, the probabilistic doll that he can currently control, that is, the minimum integrity of the probability grass man is the probability grass man that separates the 50% probability line of his body.

If more lines of probability are separated, it will be difficult for him to control his body and even cause the body to collapse.

There is no need to take such a big risk.

However, compared to these...

"The owner of a cafe is still not financially enough, and although artists can become my mouthpiece, it is still not enough. I need to control more media."

Yago, said to Shugein aloud:

"Unfortunately, without confirming the situation, it is impossible to arbitrarily act on the mysterious media."

If you don't have that strength, you can't.