Life As Aozaki Orange

"Director of the Narubalek Organization, His Holiness the Pope hopes that you will not participate in this civil strife."

He conveyed the order with a trembling voice.

"Not getting involved?"

Narubalek showed a somewhat bloodthirsty smile: "The scale of the Dead Apostle's infighting this time is not small. In order to ensure the safety of the people, why don't you go there in person? If you can take the opportunity to kill a few ancestors of the Dead Apostle, then But...a great thing."

She really wanted to kill the ancestor of the dead, but the purpose was not to protect the lives of the people, but to satisfy her own desire to kill.

"..."

The young priest's face was sweating more, and his glasses were wet and became a little hazy. He held his hands tightly and explained:

"We hope that the Dead Apostles can fight each other as much as possible in this civil strife. If the Dead Apostles can escalate the conflict to an irreconcilable level, it will be able to consume their power more effectively. If we rashly join in, it may cause them to be afraid of each other's restraint. , which led to the cessation of this Dead Apostle civil war."

"And what we need to do is to try our best to protect the safety of the people around us, and prevent the Dead Apostles from infecting humans to increase our troops."

"..."

Narubalek squinted his eyes, his cold murderous intent was like a blade, the temperature of the air seemed to drop by more than ten degrees, and the breath of death began to linger in this dark room.

On the opposite side, the young priest felt the killing intent of death, his heart was pounding like a drum, and his teeth began to chatter unconsciously.

Before he came here, he had heard rumors that... The Burial Agency is an institution composed of a group of lunatics and perverts. For this institution, faith is not necessary, and strength is the most important factor.

The most dangerous of them all is Narubalek, the leader of the Burial Authority.

However, it is worth mentioning that the leaders of each generation of the Burial Organization are called Narubalek. This does not mean that they are the same person, but that each generation of leaders of the Burial Organization is called Narubalek.

And these directors who inherited the name of Narubalek are all mentally abnormal without exception.

At first, he still didn't believe it, but now he doesn't believe it even more, because this is not abnormal, it is very abnormal, it is an anti-human bastard and scum.

Are these guys really able to bask in the glory of the Lord?

"Only this?"

Narubalek withdrew his killing intent, bent down to pick up the hammer, and shook the blood stained on the hammer. The splashed blood splashed onto the face of the young priest, and his glasses were also stained with a layer of red blood.

"have!"

Resolutely, the young priest said in a hasty tone: "The righteousness of asking everyone in the Undertaker Agency to stop the crusade against the Dead is really wronged you, so the higher-ups decided to give you a salary increase...and pay it off for two years at a time."

"... two years?"

Narubalek stopped the action that was about to beat the little priest to death, and said with some doubts: "Are you sure you are giving us two years of funding? If I make a mistake, I will be very angry."

You must know that the activities of the burial organization are very expensive every year, and the members inside can even use this fund to buy antiques for fun. One can imagine how rich this money is.

But now they suddenly paid two years of activity funds at once to keep them from acting, and it was an order issued by the Pope himself, which is worth pondering.

Could it be that some high-level officials of the Holy Church were bribed.

"Of course, there is absolutely no mistake!"

The priest's tone was firm and hasty: "The above has indeed explained this. I remember clearly that it is two years' salary. There is absolutely no mistake."

"That's it, then you can go."

Narubalek nodded slightly in satisfaction, threw the hammer in his hand, and left the dark room. He patted the young priest on the shoulder as he passed by.

——Click

The sound of the door being closed sounded, and the young priest turned his head to look at the door, only to find that he did not see the voice of the female demon again, so his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, burying his head in his arms and crying.

It was really scary, I felt like I was walking through the gate of hell.

Although the woman named Narubalek did not do any harm to him, her heart was dismembered, leaving a wound that could never heal.

Women are scary, beautiful women are scary, beautiful women are perverts, and perverts are murderers, and they will die when they meet a murderer.

The weird logic chain is unknowingly engraved into the priest's subconscious,

Enough to make him stay away from female creatures all his life

Chapter 241: The Movement of the Dead Apostles

A remote town.

I don't know when it has been quietly occupied by the Dead Apostles. As for the humans in the town, they have been evacuated collectively long before the Dead Apostles came. The reason given by the government is that the laboratory virus leak needs to establish an isolation zone. In the case of an infected body, the virus will die naturally in the sun after a while.

As for how long it will take...it depends on how long the Dead Apostle Civil War will last.

"It's a bit troublesome, there are more and more dead disciples."

Natalia Kaminsky stood on a treetop, smoking a cigarette slowly, but looked a little helpless. There are at least hundreds of dead disciples in the town, and they are all extremely powerful. .

"Do you need to get rid of them?"

Under the tree, Emiya Kiritsugu fiddled with the pistol, without any fear on his face, because if he wanted to do something, he and his stepmother were not the only ones to do it.

Behind him are hundreds of Einzbern battle-specialized artificial humans,

There were also more than a dozen werewolves and some magicians who came for money.

"No rush...wait for the order from above."

Natalia breathed out a puff of white smoke, and narrowed her eyes slightly. The dead apostles in the town were a bit weird. Some of the dead apostles did not maintain the appearance of humans, but monsters that were closer to bird heads and human bodies.

However, judging from the breath, it is undoubtedly a dead disciple.

These dead apostles with bird heads and wings come from the ancestor of a dead apostle who has the title of Black Wing Lord, named 'Gransorgo Blackmoya', and all human beings whose blood is sucked by him It's all going to look like this weird.

Its strength is comparable to that of the King of the Dead Apostles, Bai Yigong, or it can be said to exist on the same level.

"I really can't help it, I still have a lot of things to do."

Emiya Kiritsugu took out a cigarette and lit it, staring in the direction of the town with some displeasure, if it wasn't for these dead disciples who wanted to make trouble, he wouldn't have been dragged here temporarily to prepare for the battle, after all, he found a rich man Dead Apostles, and are almost ready to do it, but unfortunately these Dead Apostles came at an untimely time.

"Hey... this old man, are you a subordinate of Aoqi Chengzi?"

Suddenly a burly man came over. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and his right eye had a scar similar to the claw marks of a wild animal. His body smelled of blood and gunpowder, giving people a dangerous feeling of a villain.

"No...probably similar to...well, sort of."

Emiya Kiritsugu instinctively wanted to deny it, but then realized that there was actually no difference, so he couldn't help agreeing to the matter. Frankly speaking, even if he said that he was not a subordinate of Aozaki Touko, but a creditor and a debtor. It doesn't matter that no one believes it.

Who would give a debtor the right to command the army, which obviously gives the treatment that only enough trustworthy subordinates can have.

"It seems that there is a very complicated reason behind my brother."

The man wearing sunglasses shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and then introduced himself: "My name is Lion Jie Jieli, and I'm a mercenary, a mercenary here to make some money."

"...I'm Emiya Kiritsugu, let's call it a temporary battle commander."

Emiya Kiritsugu glanced at the man beside him, and handed over a cigarette. Seeing this, Shijie Jieli was not polite either. After taking the cigarette, he planned to take it out of his pocket.

"Crack~"

On the opposite side, Emiya Kiritsugu had already lit the lighter and handed it over, with a smile on his indifferent face: "Use mine."

"Ah... then thank you, brother."

Shizi Jieli leaned on the flames with a cigarette in his mouth, took a strong puff, and after the cigarette was lit, he leaned against the tree trunk and took a long puff of smoke.

The atmosphere became a little quiet at this moment.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't strike up a conversation with the man beside him, he knew that this man definitely didn't come here to chat, and it wasn't for something as simple as smoking a cigarette, but to approach and chat with a certain purpose.

Soon, the man would be bringing up the topic himself.

Sure enough, after a while, Shishi Jieli took the cigarette from his mouth, and asked a little seriously: "Brother Kiritsugu... Can your boss Canozaki Chengzi really cure all diseases?"

"Probably okay... Boss Chengzi should not be much different from the gods of the Age of Gods now."

Emiya Kiritsugu replied truthfully: "At least I haven't seen it now. Boss Chengzi has a disease that cannot be cured. Of course, it may also be because the price is too high and the treatment range is not wide."

That's right, in his memory, it seems Boss Orange has never failed a treatment. No matter who is willing to pay enough money, she will give a 100% response, and there will be absolutely no sequelae or the like.

At least, among those who were treated, there were no negative postoperative comments.

"..."

Lion Jie Jieli nodded slightly, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and then asked a little anxiously: "Then if it's about a curse, can it be cured?"

"I don't know, but you shouldn't be able to afford the price."

Emiya Kiritsugu shook his head, his tone was very certain.

He wasn't trying to undermine the other party's confidence, but was simply stating the facts. A mercenary like Shizi Jiejieli who licked his knife for a living would never be able to ask Boss Du Chengzi to take action.

In fact, in this world, there are very few people who can ask Boss Canozaki Chengzi to treat him.

Otherwise, those who seek medical treatment are enough to compress all the extra activity time of Boss Chengzi.

"No... Actually, it's even hard for me to see each other."

Lion Jie Jieli shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "You may not believe it, I have tried many times to meet with Cangqi Chengzi, but all of them were intercepted without exception, maybe Cangqi Chengzi I don’t know yet, there are people like me.”

"...Is it that difficult?"

Emiya Kiritsugu was a little surprised, in his impression that although Boss Orange was very funny, his words would make his stomach twitch and hurt constantly.

But it is very easy to see it. Every time he gets some antiques or the like, he can see Boss Orange to check and give some comments.

So in his impression, Boss Chengzi was someone who was easy to meet.

"Hmm...it's quite difficult~"

Lion Jie Jieli nodded sadly. According to his investigation, people like Aoqi Chengzi are the type of research freaks. They don’t have enough time for activities. In addition, they also have some activities to accompany their families. They can really have leisure time. Little time for other things.

It would be hell-level difficulty for a person like Canozaki Chengzi to come out to meet and talk about things in these spare time, and he gave up after only trying a few times.

"So... you want to find a chance to meet Boss Chengzi this time?"

Emiya Kiritsugu raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that he already understood the man's intentions.

"I have this idea~"

Lion Jie Jieli took a puff of smoke and said with a smile, "However, if I can make a lot of achievements in this battle, I think Aoqi Chengzi will also give some discounts."

"If you can do it...I'll talk to Boss Orange."

Emiya Kiritsugu glanced at the man beside him and said likewise: "If you can kill the ancestor of a dead disciple, it will not only cure your illness, but also prosperity and wealth will be your future life."

"The ancestor of the dead disciples... let's forget it."

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Chapter 242: Lord Black Wing

Germany.

Snow gradually fell from the sky, and the boundless land was covered with silver.

At this moment, in the forest about ten kilometers away from Einzbern, a castle of unknown time was quietly built. It was so bizarre that it seemed to make people wonder whether the castle was transferred from another place by magic.

And at this moment, a black car stopped in front of the castle. A majestic man in white clothes and white hair stepped out of the car, followed by a girl with shoulder-length blond hair. Her red eyes looked around, and her red lips parted lightly: "My sister is staying here. A piece of land?"

"That's right, Hei Ji is indeed in this land."

Lord White Wing nodded slightly, and turned his gaze to the distant castle: "She is currently living in the house of Einzbern and staying with the third magician. It must be some kind of alliance relationship."

"Really, sister, does she have a good relationship with the third magician?"

Erte Luqi's red eyes reflected the castle in the snow in the distance, and the white fluffy coat was draped over her delicate body, exuding a very mature charm vaguely, as if she had become another person at this moment.

"Perhaps, there is no information on this at present."

Bai Yigong shook his head slightly, with killing intent in his scarlet eyes: "But what is certain is that she has no hidden intentions now, and she probably wants to kill us together."

In fact, if Elte Lucy hadn't recovered from her injuries, she would probably have chosen to hide. However, now that she saw this unwavering posture, she would most likely want to take advantage of the situation and kill these traitors.

That being the case, he has no room to retreat. If he wants to retreat, then he is not the King of the Dead Apostles, and Eltruchi will regain all power during the decline in prestige.

Then, he went all out to hunt down this rebellious minister.

At that time, he will be a bereaved dog.

at the same time.

In Einzbern Castle.