Life is full of all kinds of things.

Skyd White's life, for example, was filled with crime and depravity.

He patted his head to drive out the remaining chaos.

He's crazy.

To be precise, he messed up his brain slightly, but of course it wasn't done by the stickman. He wasn't that crazy yet, and there were still many taboo items in the family that could make people go crazy.

Even if he didn't, he wouldn't let the stickman bang his brain.

Their tutors are unscrupulous for profit and can sacrifice all outsiders to achieve their own goals.

But the stickman is not this kind of evil, and Skye can't figure out what kind of evil it is. The stickman doesn't care about worldly wealth and power at all, and even has a very indifferent view of power. It seems to have nothing to pursue.

But it seems that stickmen are not just for fun, at least not the kind of lunatic who only wants to satisfy their desires.

But Skyd knows at least one thing, that is, don't bother the stickman if you have nothing to do.

In addition to fulfilling wishes.

In conversations and actions related to wishes, the stickman will appear more generous.

"Father," Skyd White said to Old White.

Old White touched his reading glasses:

"how is the progress?"

Skyde said with a reluctant expression:

"I followed Stickman's suggestion and wanted to provoke a conflict between the Gawain family and Hewen."

Old White flipped through the books:

"Then?"

Skid said:

"It failed. This was not a conflict at all. Hewen easily eliminated them, and as far as I know, Prince Gawain did not react in a short period of time."

Old White said calmly:

"He just took this breath?"

Little White nodded:

"I'm afraid that's it."

Old White said:

"Then take your time. We are just small mortals sandwiched between two giants. There is no need to rush this matter. Once we are carried forward by emotions, we can easily turn into insects that are crushed casually."

Skyde nodded.

Old White said:

"In the end, we are just a small family. Our ancestor Edward White, who came here with demon records, was just a powerful demon warlock. He was just an ordinary member of his original heretical warlock association. The blood in our bodies

It’s not from some powerful demon.”

"Safety is the most important thing." Old White finally said, "We don't need power that much."

Skye nodded, showing an expression of attentive listening.

Old White coughed twice:

"About the last time I got the ritual from "Primal Fear", I discovered the key part."

Skyd's eyes lit up:

"What did you find?"

Old White said:

"The key material is the angel girl, or more accurately, the pure girl. I looked up several other rituals, and they all have materials that imply the pure girl.

"The key point is a girl who is pure in mind and body. She can be a virgin with simple thoughts and kind personality. I am looking for any key points."

Skyd said in surprise:

"If we can figure out the nature of these rituals, we may be able to reproduce them and have the ability to control stick figures."

Old White hummed.

Skyd White suddenly became a little nervous:

"Father……"

"What's wrong."

Skid White took courage:

"You said before that the stickman is a very dangerous evil spirit, but I don't agree with your statement."

Old White frowned:

"You are still too young. This world is more dangerous than you think..."

Skyd explained:

"No, father, what I mean is that your previous description is far from reflecting the evil of the stickman."

Old White's expression became serious.

Skid White struggled with the choice of words:

"It, it is the kind of evil that regards the entire human race as the lowest slave. Not only humans, but all living creatures should be its slaves, and they are slaves even lower than objects. If they are humiliated, trampled on, forced

Even if he does something anti-human and anti-moral, he should also applaud his master for his wisdom.

"And this is just a manifestation of its endless evil and its insignificant evil. It is not the kind of evil that human beings' poor language system can express.

"It is this universe, no, it is the ultimate evil in a certain universe. Father, we did something wrong. I think we should not wake it up. It may destroy us."

Old White closed his eyes:

"Isn't that what the manuscripts left by our ancestors say? In Edward White's description, although this stick figure is crazy and evil, he is still an ordinary evil spirit. He just likes to watch humans fight each other for his charity."

As a member of an evil family, he knew very well that his children had the same understanding of evil as him.

Old White took a deep breath:

"Are you sure you are not scared? Can you admit that your judgment is based on reason rather than emotion?"

Skyde nodded:

"Father, I am extremely sure that I judged its degree of evil through understanding. Its true degree of evil must be greater than my understanding of it, and its degree of evil in my mind must also be greater than what I can convey."

Old White nodded:

"Then it seems I have to spend more time on his deeds."

Skid White breathed a sigh of relief, his father listened to his words.

He was very afraid that one day the entire White family would die at the hands of this evil spirit.

After telling his father about his concerns, Skid White left the meeting place.

He didn't go back. Skyde didn't want to meet the stickman again so soon.

The young master of the White family got on the carriage, then stopped in a corner of the city, and walked some distance.

The saber-toothed tiger is standing with arms folded outside the bar.

The big man’s eyes were red:

"My lord, do you know what will happen to my brother?"

Skyd specifically asked him not to go to the castle that day. It was hard for Sabretooth to believe that he didn't know anything.

Skyde nodded sadly:

"I got it."

The man's voice is like the sad roar of a beast:

"I could have hired someone to replace them..."

Skye wanted to put his hand on his shoulder, but when he found that he couldn't reach it, he patted his chest:

"This is a necessary sacrifice. I did not expect that they would die so miserably. I have prepared a pension of three hundred pounds for each deceased."

Although Sabretooth Tiger was still very angry, he still opened his eyes wide. You must know that no official member of the Knights has such a high pension, and although his men are elites, they are just elites in the gang, far inferior to

A full member of the Order.

Skyde said with a sad face:

"Please be sure to hand over the money to them personally."

After Sgaide finished speaking, he brought a small box to Sabre-toothed Tiger. As for how he spent the money, Sgaide didn't care.

The saber-toothed tiger said solemnly:

"I will make sure every dollar goes to its rightful purpose."

He would only give half of the money to each victim's family, and most of the other half would be used to maintain gang activities.

He would then personally ensure that the deceased's family members retained their share of the wealth, which would spend the last remaining money.
Chapter completed!