I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey Chapter 56

“Is it here?”

Ackerman raised his head in the rain and looked at the bookstore in front of him.

Raindrops crackled on the short brim of the poncho, flowed rapidly down the outline of the poncho, and landed on puddles on the ground.

In the field of vision, it is exactly the same as the information provided by the Truth Society. It looks like a very ordinary bookstore, which even looks a little dilapidated, and there is no signboard for the store.

If you don’t look in through the dimly lit window, you can see the rows of bookshelves and the books on them, and you probably can’t even tell that this is a bookstore.

This is not the job of a businessman… Or rather, the owner of this store has never considered selling books at all, has he?

On the contrary, it was more like deliberately keeping the bookstore deserted.

Thinking about it this way, it’s really suspicious.

Ackerman closed his eyes, caught the thin ether in the rain, and relied on his extraordinary sense of smell to analyze.

Wilde’s etheric aura does exist in this bookstore, which is more obvious than what he felt in other places.

Although it was still covered up well, it still couldn’t be hidden from him.

There is some sense of danger, but it is not strong. It seems to be a creation of some kind of life and soul, and it is really good to guard the door.

But it is undoubtedly impossible to use this to resist a transcendent of his level.

The information given by the Truth Society is that Wilde stayed in this bookstore twice, each time lasting more than an hour, but judging from the current impression of this bookstore, it should not be an important stronghold, but more like a Hidden transit station.

Maybe it’s intelligence, maybe it’s a super item.

Many people have come and gone here, bringing something and taking something away.

A messy variety of ether trajectories streaked across the air, forming a messy map.

Among them, there are more and more frequent trajectories formed by Wilde’s breath than other trajectories.

Although all the traces are very sparse, in comparison, he is almost a frequent visitor to this bookstore.

Ackerman opened his eyes.

If so, Wilde will definitely come again.

The fact that the Truth Council did not choose to startle the enemy should be due to this consideration.

As long as he will come again, then there is a chance to catch him.

But the Truth Society seems to be troubled by the Red Sect and the White Wolf group, busy searching for the whereabouts of these little mice who love to drill into the sewer.

“But thinking about it, it should be over soon.”

Ackerman looked at the streets and buildings that were still being rebuilt behind him. It had been a week since the previous battle. Because of the rain, the construction was more difficult than before.

So simply took all the surviving residents to other areas, and after this area was temporarily cleaned up, they were surrounded and put on hold.

There are still scattered ether particles in the air, just like gunpowder smoke on the battlefield. Even after the war is over, there will still be the smell of gunpowder and blood.

The Secret Ritual Tower and the Truth Society are really skilled in covering up such things.

Once Murphy died, it basically meant that the Chijiao and White Wolf no longer had the greatest support, whether it was in terms of strength or confidence.

“Tsk tsk tsk, it’s really a death, I hope she can understand where she is wrong before she dies.”

Ackerman’s mouth curled into a mocking smile.

Although it was unlucky for Murphy to meet the Elven Great Sage who came to visit the Truth Society, even if Doris hadn’t appeared, their defeat would have been doomed long ago.

“The egg of the magic mirror…is it really so powerful that it can seduce people’s hearts to the point of losing their minds?”

Ackerman looked at the ruins and shook his head, then looked back, he didn’t want to try.

Now, his task is just to sit on the sidelines and wait for a rabbit, and then complete his own destruction level assessment.

He is a hunter, and the most important qualities of a hunter are caution and patience.

Ackerman still did not enter the bookstore, but scouted around again carefully.

Recently, because of the so-called “gas plant bombing”, many people came here to join in the fun, and it is normal to walk around a few times.

He sensed the ether tracks around the bookstore over and over again, but no matter how he looked at it, there were only a few. As for the bookstore itself… sorry, there are none.

It made him feel like he was doing too much.

After all, even if he enters the bookstore, he is just pretending to be an ordinary customer and making the most basic temptations.

Finally, Ackerman shook his raincoat, walked to the door of the bookstore, glanced at the “open” sign, and pushed open the door of the bookstore.

The bell on the door rang softly.

Wet water droplets fell on the floor, forming water stains one by one, and the layout of the bookstore came into view.

Others are not worth mentioning. The gargoyle on the counter is the source of Wilde’s ether fluctuations. The blood-red eyes seem to be shining with bloodthirsty light, which looks very deterrent.

However, according to Ackerman’s experience, apart from actively driving this kind of creation, it senses the killing intent and automatically attacks.

As long as he has no killing intent or malice, he is absolutely safe.

He is very confident in his disguise, even if his peers are present, he can still make the opponent unaware before making a move.

Slowly walking into the bookstore, taking off his raincoat and putting it on the umbrella stand next to the door, Ackerman has raised his vigilance, controlled his muscles, and never showed any flaws, and looked around very naturally.

The young man sitting at the counter raised his head at this time and said very skillfully: “Welcome, do you want to borrow books, return books, or buy books?”

Ackerman was playing the role of an ordinary office worker at the moment, and he responded casually, saying, “Just take a look.”

That’s right, it is very suitable for an ordinary person who came to this ruins to hang out because of the fun, and then went into a roadside bookstore out of boredom.

Such a person is purposeless, so there is absolutely no need to choose.

Ackerman walked towards the counter, secretly thinking that the owner of the bookstore seemed to be just an ordinary person.

Could it be that this is just a place like a depository, the owner of the bookstore is a tool person who can be discarded at any time, so just find an ordinary person to be in charge?

His eyes scanned the counter by the way.

In this dim and monotonous bookstore, the only colorful thing is a potted plant on the counter.

It was a red rose, which was just about to bloom, with its head slightly bowed outwards. The water droplets on the petals refracted the light, and it looked very beautiful.

In this bookstore, truth is a bright color.

But it was just an ordinary rose.

Ackerman was just about to lift his feet to walk around, ending the first trial.

The rose trembled slightly, and then an eyeball popped out from the center of the bud. It seemed to twitch with mucus, and looked straight at him, with its pupils staring greedily at him!

Ackerman’s whole body froze, his scalp tingled for a while, and just about to back up, he found that he couldn’t move at all.

He stared at that eyeball involuntarily, feeling that something in his soul was being pulled away and swallowed.

trap? !

how is this possible? ! He didn’t notice anything! No ether fluctuations either!

The young man behind the counter showed him a very kind smile: “Just look around, if you have any questions, just call me.”