Chapter 562

Farrell is a glorious and noble surname.

It can be traced back to the beginning of the founding of the Chris Empire and the genealogy of the lion heart Duke who followed the founding Emperor Caesar. Although it has long declined after a long time, at this time, the highest title in the Farrell family is 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 he was only responsible for guarding the most peripheral access control, it was enough for him to be proud and boast about it.

Rest Day.

Gregory Farrell and his friends had a vigorous hunting in the suburbs in the cool autumn air, and returned to their villa with their prey.

"Master."

In his fifties, with his silver hair carefully combed and a ponytail tied behind his head, the housekeeper Renault in a tuxedo waited aside and let the horse boy take his master's horse away.

"Take good care of lightning. Don't forget to feed its eggs at night and tell the groom... If you dare to steal, I'll cut off his hand."

Gregory's bold voice rang around: "Renault, take my prey to the kitchen. I want to eat rabbit meat at night."

"Yes, sir. How about making your favorite rabbit pie?"

Renault came forward calmly: "and... The 'goods' you valued last time have arrived."

"Oh?"

Gregory's eyes lit up and rubbed his palm. "What are you waiting for?"

When he came to the underground prison, a smell of tightness and stench came to his face.

Gregory didn't feel uncomfortable about it. He quickened his pace and came outside an iron fence.

In the prison, a pair of beautiful sisters were imprisoned. Their hands and feet were bound, a cloth strip was stuffed in their mouth, and a knot was tied behind their heads to ensure that they would never shout out and could not make any resistance.

"Yes, that's good... I'm looking forward to the evening."

Gregory rubbed his fingers and went back to his study.

While preparing dinner in the kitchen, he wanted to have a quiet rest.

"Gregory Farrell!"

A young voice suddenly sounded in the study.

Gregory jumped up from his chair like a cat with its hair blown up and stared at the young man who suddenly appeared.

"Who are you and why are you suddenly here?"

Gregory's muscles soared and gave off a blue black color like steel.

"Gregory Farrell! Widower, who has a son and a daughter, is cruel. He is the umbrella of the sartred slum gangs and organizes human trafficking activities many times... Oh, he is still a fourth-order [crazy warrior]!"

"You set up a casino at the same time, forced gambling debts, blackmailed and kidnapped... Greedily grabbed every gold coin, even if there were blood and tears on it, and every pore on your body gave off a disgusting smell... But even so, among the people I destroyed, you are neither the most evil nor the strongest, you are just one... Don't go like that "Lucky ants!"

Sulu said in a calm tone.

"Who are you? Those pretentious civilian heroes? Or at the instigation of who?"

Gregory growled loudly, hoping to get outside attention.

Unfortunately, even if he cried his throat hurt, there was still no movement around, as if everyone outside the study were dead.

"No... I didn't come here for your crime. I said so just to find an excuse to run over you..."

Sulu waved quietly.

Near Gregory, a marble sculpture on a bracket suddenly exploded, and a large number of tentacles spread out of the statue's head and wrapped him all over.

"No!"

Gregory exclaimed.

But it didn't work.

Even if he is a fourth level professional, he can't break these tentacles with all his strength. He can only watch them bind his limbs and send them to Sulu.

"Your identity, your everything... I took it!"

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

This is' deprivation 'in a mysterious sense. He completely took away the other party's name and identity.

"No!"

Gregory screamed hysterically.

He didn't know what had happened. He just felt that he had lost something very important. He even forgot his name, as if he had become the redundant person in the world.

This is the most thorough 'substitution'.

From now on, even if there are five or six levels of professional divination, they can only get the information that Sulu is Gregory.

The person next to him was fundamentally denied and replaced.

"Well, let's get out of here."

Sulu waved in disgust.

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

Sulu neither changed into Gregory's appearance nor changed his clothes, so he swaggered out.

Along the way, all the servants saluted respectfully and found nothing strange.

"Sir, the rabbit pie is not ready yet."

Sulu came to the living room and saw Renault report.

"I don't like rabbit meat. I'll go straight to dinner."

Sulu waved his hand.

"OK." Renault had no doubt that in his impression, Sulu's preference had replaced the original Gregory's preference.

"Father!"

At the dinner party, the teenage girl Elma, wearing a skirt, saluted Sulu.

She didn't think about how the young man could be her father. She just felt that everything was natural: "and... My brother asked the servant to bring back a message. He participated in community activities at school and didn't go home these days."

"That bastard will cut off his living expenses from tomorrow."

Sulu sliced a steak.

"Poor brother..."

Emma murmured silently, but dared not argue for her brother.

The brother has the final say in the noble family. Not only is her brother, but also her brother, who will marry her, all of whom are the family members, or Gerd Leo Gerry.

Because of something on her mind, the girl's dinner ended in a hurry.

Sulu tasted a sartred dinner with great interest and returned to his study.

He sat in a chair, his right hand clenched his fist, put it on his cheek, and the knuckles of his left hand beat the table rhythmically.

"The previous divination... Antonio Caesar showed a strong anti divination characteristic, which is difficult to explain even with semi artifact... Unless the gods are covering him up!"

"That's right... No matter how arrogant he is, he won't plan to single out the six Orthodox churches, so he found supporters among them?"

"The alliance between the seven gods is not indestructible? That's right! If it were really indestructible, there would be no such thing as the Church of the goddess of light shifting its focus to the union! "

"But the true gods do not want to see the latecomers appear. Has anything changed, or is it because of some other special reason?"

'in a word, sartred must have seen a good play recently! And there may also be a Divine Incarnation lurking, so I must hide a little and find an identity to replace it. "

Sulu's mouth was slightly raised.

After becoming a God, the time is infinite. He doesn't mind waiting here slowly until the day when the good play comes on.