Vol 7 Chapter 23: ask for help

Here is the dark dc universe.

Kewen does as the locals do.

Otherwise, if he is not dark enough, what if he is repelled by the universe and has trouble constantly?

Um! This reason is very tenable!

At this moment, seeing that the half-race female angel had given in, Kewen smiled and pushed the two feathers in front of each other.

At the same time he asked with a chuckle, "What's your name?"

"Rita."

The half-blooded female angel couldn't help but replied, and quickly reached out to hold up the two angel feathers.

"Rita?"

Kewen raised his eyebrows slightly: "It means talent, it seems that you are also very ambitious."

"It's belief!"

Rita raised her gaze and emphasized, and then spread her hidden wings with a 'swish'.

Wrapping the tips of the gray wings in front of her, Rita carefully attached two angel feathers to her wings.

The next moment, the two angel feathers easily merged into the wings.

The faint divine power in the feathers exploded quickly, and quickly flowed through Rita's pair of wings, making the black and gray color of the wings a little lighter.

"Oh?"

Ke Wen was surprised. He didn't expect that the divine power he had created would actually be useful to these half-blood angels.

"Hmm~"

With a nasal moan, Rita closed her eyes in enjoyment.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, looked at Ke Wen and said, "I will abide by the transaction agreement, then I owe you two services now."

"Not urgent."

Kewen snapped his fingers, causing a note to appear out of thin air and slowly fall in front of Rita.

"It's my address, um... The day after tomorrow, you can find me."

"it is good."

Rita raised her hand to pick up the note and put it away.

"Then." Ke Wen raised his chin and commanded: "Make me five cups of 'angels'."

"Hold on."

Rita nodded, raised her arm and gestured towards the bar, making another 'five' gesture.

Not long after, the bartender came over with a tray and placed five goblets on the table.

"Bookkeeping."

Rita said to the bartender, "Someone will settle the bill for me in the future."

"no problem."

The bartender responded respectfully, bowed slightly and turned back to the bar.

At this time, Kewen had finished analyzing the five glasses of liquor in front of him, and he asked in surprise, "This is heaven?"

Rita shook her head.

Then she leaned forward, pursed her lips slightly, and breathed lightly into the five wine glasses.

The five cups of clear wine changed color instantly, as if ink had been dropped into them, and soon the wine in the cups was completely blackened.

"Angel?"

Kewen said amusingly: "This black, fallen angel, right?"

Rita glanced at Kewen dissatisfied, and then said: "This is an angel, it can give people the illusion of entering heaven, and can see the person they want to see in the illusion."

"I see."

Kewen nodded suddenly: "Indulging in illusions, people have the illusion that they have entered heaven."

"That's it." Rita nodded.

"interesting."

Kewen chuckled and asked, "Is this method unique to you, or are you half-angels able to do it?"

"My own."

Rita replied slightly proudly: "My talent is the power of the mind, and only I can make it."

Kewen nodded and waved five wine glasses to float.

He stood up and warned, "Don't forget, the day after tomorrow."

"I will abide by the agreement!" Rita replied in a low voice with some complex tone.

Kewen smiled and returned to the booth at the corner with five cups of heaven.

"You actually got heaven?!"

The intelligence dealer surprised the returning Kewen: "What method did you use? As long as you tell me the method, I can count it as the transaction price you paid!"

"Do not."

Kewen refused, waving his hand to make five wine glasses fall on the table.

After sitting down, Cowen said: "I choose to pay with intelligence, so now it's time to trade."

"no problem."

The corners of the intelligence dealer's exposed mouth twitched into a grin.

He said with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Three days ago, there were 24 ceremonies for summoning **** creatures in Los Angeles. I have all the lists here, but..."

With his mouth wide open, the intelligence dealer chuckled smugly: "For each list, you have to pay for a corresponding piece of information."

"So are you going to keep going now?"

The intelligence dealer cast his gaze from the shadow of the hood to Kewen: "If you will tell me how to get 'Paradise', I can price it into five lists."

Hearing this, Kewen could not help frowning slightly.

He said dissatisfiedly: "That's it? Is there no more specific information? For example, who made a move on the 'Saint Street'?"

"laugh…"

The intelligence dealer chuckled: "Do you think anyone will show off their worst?"

"Then we can only filter by ourselves?"

Angela interjected, and she also frowned and said, "Do you have any other way here? The way that allows us to determine the target as quickly as possible."

The intelligence dealer hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"All right…"

With a sigh, he said generously: "There is another way, that is, you tell me the type of the **** creature, so that I can help you narrow down the list."

"This…"

Angela looked at Cowen and asked, "Do you know the type of that **** creature?"

Kewen shrugged and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know that."

This made Angela very disappointed.

"Don't worry." Kewen comforted again: "I know who knows, I'll ask him now."

Saying that, Kewen stood up.

Just as he was about to teleport, he stopped again.

Looked at Angela, then looked at the bar lobby.

Glancing at the aliens who were looking over here, Kewen lowered his head and said to Angela, "You come with me, it's a little dangerous for you to stay here by yourself."

Hearing this, Angela quickly stood up.

Kewen took Angela's hand and said to the intelligence dealer who had already held a glass of wine, "I'll be back in half an hour."

"No problem." The intelligence agent smiled as he made a toast: "I will also enjoy five glasses of wine, and you will have a full hour."

Kewen nodded, and then cast a spell in his mind.

In the next second, the figures of him and Angela disappeared in an instant, causing the intelligence dealer's drinking action to abruptly stop.

…

Dizziness, nausea, eyes spinning.

Angela only felt that her eyes were dark, and then the colors of the picture became colorful and gorgeous.

Although there is the same sound of music around, it is a soft piano piece instead of the heavy metal music in the midnight bar.

Grasping Kewen's palm tightly, Angela rubbed her forehead to stabilize her swaying body.

Raising her head to look around, looking at the instantly changed environment in front of her, she raised her head and asked Kewen, "Where is this? What happened to us?"

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Kewen chuckled softly: "This is my way of rushing, just like teleportation in a novel."

"Teleport…"

Angela was amazed. She looked around again and found herself in a corridor.

He looked down at the thick carpet under his feet, and then looked up at the very modern decoration styles in the corridor.

Angela then continued to ask, "Where are we now?"

"In another bar, the one we first met."

Kewen replied: "The **** boss here is very familiar with hell. He must know the kind of **** creature."

"Did I hear something bad?"

Lucifer's voice suddenly appeared, and his figure stepped forward from the end of the corridor.

"You're an asshole."

Kewen said blankly: "It's a bad word, and I said it face to face."

"Ha ha."

Lucifer didn't care, he still smiled with that unrestrained expression: "Their words are much more vicious than yours."

While speaking, Lucifer came to Kewen and Angela.

He looked at Angela, and then showed a charming smile.

This made Angela blushed instantly, and immediately avoided her eyes shyly.

Lucifer shrugged, he just naturally exuded charm.

Angela's expression at this time shows that Lucifer has seen so many times that he can't count them.

Since Angela didn't make a dazzling response, Lucifer naturally lost interest in him instantly.

Looking at Kewen again, Lucifer smiled and said, "What are you doing here with me? Are you drinking? I can treat you."

"Ask you something."

Kewen raised his hand and took out the aura of the **** creature he was holding: "Look, what kind of **** creature's breath is this?"

Lucifer glanced briefly, and was about to lean forward to inhale the breath into his nose, but he stopped again.

With a cynical look on his face, Lucifer raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Why should I tell you?"

"I'm not in the mood to make trouble with you." Kewen urged: "Come on, I have to go back with Angela to investigate."

Lucifer was very bored.

In the entire multiverse, only Michael can equal him in status and power, and allow him to communicate with his true nature and attitude.

But that was a long time ago.

Since he fell to hell, he and Michael have become opposites.

This made Lucifer not seen an existence equivalent to him for a long time.

Cowen's appearance surprised him.

In Lucifer's eyes, although Kewen's identity is only a 'new god', he is just a new **** born in and empowered by the wall of origin.

But Kewen's strength is strong enough.

Strong enough to suppress the incomplete him.

This made Lucifer very secretly happy.

He felt that he had found another equal, and that he finally didn't have to endure loneliness.

So Lucifer always likes to make trouble for Cowen, and he is happy no matter how Cowen reacts.

But now Kewen is not in the mood to play with him, which makes Lucifer a little disappointed...