Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 880 - 127: The Uninvited Guest Who Broke Into the Tavern

On December 15th, the second year of Ming Country, ten o’clock at night.

A man wrapped in bandages walked into the bar, came to the bar counter, ordered a beer, and scanned all the guests there.

"I’m looking for Joe."

"Which Joe?"

"You know who I’m looking for, don’t waste my time."

The bartender shrugged: "I only sell drinks here, you could ask someone else."

The bandaged man tossed a silver coin in front of him: "Is this what you’re after?"

The bartender picked up the silver coin, examined the numbers on it, and nodded slightly: "Didn’t expect someone of your stature to collect such trinkets."

"Don’t challenge my patience."

"If you want to vent your anger, there’s plenty of room outside. People come to the tavern to peacefully drink."

The bartender turned and twisted a bottle, and a secret door in the nearby wall slowly opened.

He walked into the secret door, crossed a dim corridor that seemed to span multiple dimensions, and entered a secret room.

Firewood crackled in the fireplace. Three people sat at the poker table, silently watching their cards.

"Are you Joe?"

The bandaged man directly approached the black-haired young man and asked straightforwardly.

"Your friend?"

Qiao Hongyi looked up at the other two.

"This is His Highness Behemoth, Monarch of Hell."

The man whose appearance was still unimpressive stood up slightly bent to show respect, but his tone wasn’t very courteous: "I don’t know what wind brought him to this remote corner, not someone I serve."

"Wow, you’re still alive?"

The short-haired woman said in surprise: "I heard you were chased by Anhelica all the way to the Arctic?"

The bandaged man ignored their banter, stared coldly at Qiao Hongyi: "I want to buy some intelligence."

"Of course, as long as the price is right, have a seat and let’s talk."

Qiao Hongyi spread his hands indifferently.

Behemoth sat down and cast a stern gaze at the other two who didn’t understand.

"Raffey, Florence, get out."

"This is our place, Your Highness Behemoth."

Florence chuckled: "Afraid we’ll learn some secrets? Or are you planning to clean up and switch sides?"

"Starlight Sanctuary never participates in earthly conflicts."

Raffey gestured with her wine glass: "But if you have needs, perhaps we can provide some insignificant help."

Behemoth paused, then spoke: "I want to know all the intelligence the Special Service Bureau has on the birth of Jesus."

Upon hearing this, Raffey and Florence exchanged meaningful smiles.

Indeed, that was why he was here.

"Are you planning to interfere with Mephisto’s plan? Honestly, that’s not your usual style."

Qiao Hongyi raised his hand, interrupting Florence’s sarcastic tone, and calmly asked: "What intelligence will you trade for this?"

"Your life."

Behemoth said coldly: "If you don’t want me to crush you, spill everything you know!"

"Ever since I left the Special Service Bureau, many have wanted my life."

Qiao Hongyi shrugged: "If you sincerely want to do business, don’t waste time with threats."

"Three hundred lives."

Behemoth sneered: "Three days from now, at a grand sacrificial ceremony, 300 people will be offered to an Ancient God. How do you find this price?"

"That’s terrifying. Why not directly negotiate with the Special Service Bureau?"

Qiao Hongyi remained unmoved.

"Aren’t you a spy from the Special Service Bureau?"

"If that’s your only offer, we have nothing to discuss."

Facing Behemoth’s accusations, Qiao Hongyi didn’t even bother to defend himself.

Demons have always been adept at creating moral dilemmas, then enticing and enchanting ignorant bystanders into moral blackmail.

Seeing his lack of reaction, Behemoth gritted his teeth and revealed his real cards.

"Have you heard of annihilation?"

"What kind of annihilation?"

"I speak of a person."

Behemoth directed his gaze to Raffey: "You should know."

"If you’re referring to the annihilation from a hundred years later, I’ve heard her story."

Raffey nodded: "The Federal Government conducted secret experiments to create a super mutant, codenamed annihilation, who raised havoc in North America, single-handedly destroyed the entire Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, later enchanted by Satan to head to The East, almost triggered the third island chain war, ultimately shot by the Black Dragon Princess... Is this the person you’re talking about?"

"Precisely, that’s the annihilation."

Behemoth looked at Qiao Hongyi: "Is this intelligence enough to swap for the information on Jesus?"

"Intelligence from a hundred years later, what significance does it have to me? I’m just a mortal living in the present."

"Of course, it’s not a hundred years later, but rather now."

Hearing this, the expressions of the three present turned serious.

"Alright."

Qiao Hongyi nodded: "I’m very interested in this intelligence, tell me."

"Give me the information on Jesus first!"

"You’re a demon, I’m not, so you speak first."

The first rule when dealing with demons is to never believe a word they say; they have no moral constraints.

Neither demons themselves nor the intelligence they provide can be trusted.

They merely have a certain reference value.

"There is a replica or imitation of annihilation... future technology confuses me, but such a thing will soon arrive at this point in time due to the Temporal Tide."

Behemoth, not angered by Qiao Hongyi’s provocation, spoke frankly: "I know this because I can feel she’s coming for me. Maybe she’s thinking I’m unusually weakened at this point in time and wants to devour my power. Similarly, other Hell Monarchs will face her attacks at different times."

Hell Monarchs who have left their mark in history are all powerful and cunning individuals. They have experienced thousands of years of time, honing their survival divine skills to perfection. Defeating them may be easy, but thoroughly killing them isn’t.

Behemoth is famous for his martial prowess among the Seven Monarchs, but that doesn’t mean he lacks wisdom. Sensing deadly threats, he decisively followed his heart and made the most rational choice.

Guiding trouble eastward.

"Since her target is you, what significance does this intelligence have for me?"

"Don’t pretend to be clueless, Joe; compared to an old skeleton like me, isn’t a newborn more tender and delectable?"