Farrell is a last name of glory and nobility.

It can be traced back to the genealogy of the Lionheart Duke who followed the founding of the Chris Empire. Although it had long declined after a long period of time, the highest title in the Farrell family was just a mere baron, but due to the advantages of "tradition" and "pure blood", Baron Gregory Farrell became one of the commanders of the royal palace guards.

Although the only one responsible for guarding the outermost access control was enough for him to be proud of it and boast about it.

Day off.

Gregory Farrell and his friends conducted a refreshing hunt in the suburbs in the cool autumn air, and returned to their villa with their prey.

"master."

In his fifties, his silver-white hair was meticulously combed, and he tied a ponytail in the back of his head. Renault, the housekeeper in a tuxedo, was waiting aside, allowing the horse boy to take away his master's beloved horse.

"Take care for 'lightning', don't forget to feed it eggs at night, tell the groom... If I dare to steal food, I will chop off his hand."

Gregory's voice resounded around: "Reno, take my prey to the kitchen, I want to eat hare meat at night."

"As for orders, sir, how about making your favorite rabbit meat pie?"

Renault stepped forward calmly: "And... the 'cargo' you expected last time has arrived."

"oh?"

Gregory's eyes lit up and he rubbed his palms: "What are you waiting for?"

He came to the prison underground and a smell of stuffiness and stench came to his face.

Gregory did not feel uncomfortable about this, so he speeded up and came outside an iron fence.

In the prison, a pair of charming sisters were imprisoned. Their hands and feet were tied, a strip of cloth was stuffed in their mouths, and a knot was tied behind their heads, ensuring that they would never scream and could not make any resistance.

"Not bad, really good... I'm looking forward to the evening event."

Gregri rubbed his fingers and returned to the study.

While preparing dinner in the kitchen, he wanted to rest quietly.

"Glegri Farrell!"

A young voice suddenly rang in the study.

Gregory jumped out of the chair like a furry cat, staring at the young man who suddenly appeared.

"Who are you? Why are you suddenly here?"

Gregory's muscles suddenly surged, and he emitted a steel-like blue-black luster.

"Glegri Farrell! Widower, having a son and a daughter, is a cruel personality, is the protective umbrella of the gang in the Sacreid slums, and has organized human trafficking activities many times... Oh, he is still a fourth-level [Berserker]!"

"You set up a casino at the same time, forcing gambling debts, blackmailing and kidnapping... and greedily grabbing every gold coin. Even if blood and tears are condensed on it, every pore in your body emits a foul smell... But even so, among the people I have destroyed, you are neither the most evil nor the strongest one, you are just an... less lucky ant!"

Sulu said in a calm tone.

"Who are you? Those pretentious civilian heroes? Or are they instructed by whom?"

Gregory roared loudly, hoping to attract attention from outside.

Unfortunately, even though his throat hurts because his throat is still hurt, there is still no movement around him, as if everyone outside the study is dead.

"No...I'm not here for your crime. The reason I say this is just to find an excuse to crush you..."

Sulu waved his hand calmly.

Near Gregory, a marble sculpture on a bracket suddenly exploded, and a large number of tentacles spread out from the head of the statue, wrapping his whole body.

"No!"

Gregory exclaimed.

But it's useless.

Even if he was a fourth-level profession, he could not break these tentacles with all his strength. He could only watch as they tied his limbs tightly and sent them to Sulu.

"Your identity, everything you have...I took it away!"

Sulu reached out and seemed to have grabbed something from him.

This is a mysterious "deprived" and he completely took away the other party's name and identity.

"No!"

Gregory let out a hysterical scream.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that he had lost something very important. He even forgot what he called, as if he had become the redundant person in the world.

This is the most complete ‘replacement’.

From now on, even if there are professionals with level 5 and level 6, they can only get information about Sulu being Gregory.

The person next to him was fundamentally denied and replaced.

"Okay, let the waste leave."

Sulu waved his hand in disgust.

Countless tentacles retracted the statue, and the study room became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Sulu neither turned into Gregory nor changed his clothes, so he walked out in a swaying manner.

Along the way, all the servants saluted respectfully and found no abnormality.

"Master, the rabbit meat pie is not ready yet."

When Sulu came to the living room, he saw Renault coming forward to report.

"I don't like eating rabbit meat, just serve dinner."

Sulu waved his hand.

"Okay." Renault had no doubt at all. In his impression, Sulu's preference had replaced Gregory's original preference.

"Sir Father!"

At the dinner, the teenage girl Elma held her skirt and saluted Sulu slowly.

She had never thought about how this young man could be her father, but she felt that everything was natural: "And... my brother asked the servant to bring the message back. He participated in a club activity at school and has not been home these days."

"That guy will start to cut off his living expenses from tomorrow."

Sulu cut a steak piece casually.

‘Poor brother…’

Elma muttered silently, but did not dare to argue for her brother.

In aristocratic families, the authority of the ‘parents’ is very important. Not only her brother, but also who she will marry in the future is decided by the family leader, that is, Gregory.

Because of my worries, the girl's dinner ended in a hurry.

Sulu tasted the Sakrid-style dinner with interest and returned to the study.

He sat on a chair, clenched his fist with his right hand, put his cheeks on his left hand, and rhythmically tapped the tabletop.

‘The previous divination…Antonio Caesar showed a strong anti-divination characteristic, and even a semi-divine artifact would be difficult to explain…unless the gods were covering him!’

‘That’s right… no matter how arrogant he is, he will not plan to fight against the six major churches of the Lord God, so he found supporters in it?’

‘The alliance between the seven gods is not indestructible? Yes! If it is really indestructible, there will be no need for the Church of Goddess of Light to shift its focus to the Federation!’

‘But the righteous gods don’t want to see the later generations appear. Has the situation changed or is it because of some other special reason?’

‘Anyway, Sakrid must have had a good show recently! And there may be a god incarnation lurking, so I have to hide and find an identity instead.’

Sulu's lips curled up slightly.
Chapter completed!