"Youa'tnoth'butahounddog, 'alltheti, Youa'tnoth'butahounddog, alltheti, you'tnevercaughtarabbit.
(Oh, you can never catch a rabbit) Andyoua'tnofriendofe (You're not my friend either) ......" clutched his injured arm and approached the bar.The familiar noise and laughter of the 'guests' in the bar was in the face.The air is filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and in the dim light, a jazz tune familiar from the last century sways and reverberates in the bar.Infected by the sound of this cheerful and interesting music, even Amanda couldn't help but start shaking her head, until the sharp pain in the wound on her shoulder made her recover from the music and remember the purpose of her trip.The loud laughter in the bar was still there, but Amanda's eyes had been withdrawn from the staggered cheerful scenes in the hall.It seems that no matter what she enters the bar, the 'guests' in the hall will always be this cheerful.Obviously, Washington, just across the wall from the bar, has fallen into a dead silence.But the people in the bar seemed to be unaware, they collided with their glasses in the hall, and made a loud noise, as if they were participating in a never-ending carnival, and they were drunk for a long time.Amanda has no idea of exploring the secrets of the bar's 'guests'.After all, she hadn't forgotten that the owner of the bar belonged to a true Solomonic Seventy-Two Demon God in history.Clutching her aching arms, Amanda looked down at her outfit, an exaggerated shoulder pad shirt with a miniskirt and warm pants, bright eyeshadow on her face, and a thick steel hair on her head with huge earrings, but this retro outfit could not hide the injuries on her body."
Guest, please come with me."
Holding back the pain in her body, Amanda was about to walk to the bar.A weak voice sounded, and when he turned his head, he saw a pale figure appear beside him."
The boss has been waiting for you inside for a long time."
The wide uniform, obscuring the waiter's thin body, stood beside Amanda and looked up at him with a pair of blank eyes, and slowly raised his bony arms in motion.Her gaze lingered on the waiter's pale face for a moment, Amanda didn't say anything, just nodded, covered her injured arm, and followed her limp steps towards the bar."......" walked through the hall and into the box, where the originally noisy noise and music were cut off.In the box, Amanda meets the demon god sitting on the sofa in the box.
[Saigong] was still wearing a blood-red suit, and he smiled at Amanda with a red wine glass in his hand.And the figure sitting opposite him surprised Amanda and couldn't help blurting out."
Spike?!"
Hearing Amanda's surprised voice, Spike, who was sitting across from the [Race Party], turned around.The slightly drooping blue eyes and Amanda's surprised gaze met for a moment, and the corners of his mouth were pulled to reveal a shallow smile, and he greeted with a casual expression."
Long time no see, Amanda."
Looking at Spike's relaxed and leisurely appearance in front of her, Amanda spent a few seconds in the box at the bar before she said in a trance."
I remember that you weren't ......"
"It's not that you're already dead under the curse of [Ring of the Nibelungen], that's what I thought and was ready for."
For Spike, as long as he can complete the revenge of his wife and daughter, it is not difficult to accept to sacrifice his life and even his soul."
However, apparently there are beings who don't want me to be freed so easily."
As Spike explained, the [Saigong] on the opposite side shook the wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid contained in the transparent goblet reflected a circle of dazzling ripples under the refraction of the light."
I said, Spike, your soul is mine from the moment the contract is signed."
There is no doubt that the existence that makes Spike's mouth is the [Saigong] in front of him."
It's just that I didn't expect you to find the existence of [Ring of the Nibelungen] in addition to the contract you signed with me."
When he said [Ring of the Nibelungen], the expression on the face of [Saigong] obviously changed a little.Obviously, even for the Demon God, the Ring of the Nibelungen is not a simple existence."
If it weren't for the fact that the contract has a strong binding force and has also protected your soul to some extent, or you would have been reduced to ashes by the vengeful curse of the [Ring of the Nibelungen]."
The contract, in Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon God, symbolizes supreme power.Even if the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God signed a contract with Solomon, he had to lend his power to Solomon according to the content.Therefore, from the words of the [Saiko], Amanda gradually became clear about the truth that Spike was able to 'live'."
To me, it doesn't make any difference whether I die under the vengeful curse of [Ring of the Nibelungen] or die in a contract."
In the face of [Saigong]'s reminder, Spike's expression was calm, or relaxed.From the beginning to the end, his goal was only revenge."
What's more, if I hadn't gone through all this, maybe I would never have known the 'truth'.""
What exactly do you see?"
Spike's words made the fingers of the [Saigong] shaking the red wine glass in front of him pause slightly, and he looked into the face of the psychic master."
Trust me, you won't want to know the truth."
Shaking his head, he rejects the Demon God's question, and shifts the subject away from himself, and Spike's gaze falls on Amanda in front of him."
Compared to that, Amanda, your situation doesn't look too good."
The power of the [Saigong] in the bar distorted Amanda's outfit, but it did not hide her injuries, looking at the scars on the agent's body, Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes flickered.After meeting Father Merlin in the building, Spike, who was bent on revenge, didn't care about anything else.And with his 'death', of course, it is no longer clear what happened outside the bar, in Washington.The time in the bar was frozen by [Saigong] on a certain day in the past."
I'm in a good position compared to what is happening at BSI headquarters or in Washington, D.C."
Hearing Spike's question, Amanda seemed to realize her embarrassment, and she said as she clutched her arm, which was still aching.