Coffey spoke these two sentences confidently and didn't seem too scared.
Igor raised an eyebrow at that, and took another half step forward. Using the momentum he'd used to hold the opponent down, he used his upper body to stabilize his center of gravity. He quickly and decisively captured the young man again, taking advantage of his momentary panic and hasty counterattack. This time, he kept a close eye on the man's ability, not letting up at all, before slowly asking, "What do you mean?"
"Hey." Kofi blinked his large, round blue eyes again, catching a glimpse of a black-cloaked figure silently standing in the shadows behind Igor, seemingly having been watching for a long time. In this age of well-informed information, he certainly had a good idea. He had initially assumed Igor wouldn't attack when Azathoth approached, but the former marshal acted as if he hadn't noticed, his gripping movements unwavering!
As expected, it’s Igor Sullivan!
He struggled a bit but couldn't break free, so he took advantage of the awkward position to hesitantly ask, "Mr. Sullivan, could you please sign for me?"
“…”
Igor's posture didn't relax at all. Instead, his tone was a mixture of anger and amusement: "The Hearts Army has already started sending minors abroad?"
"I'm an exception," Kofi answered seriously, unsurprised that the other party knew his identity. "Plus, it's easier to cultivate superpowers on this small island, so I applied for it myself. Of course...! And the most important point! I heard you might come visit soon, so I've been excited and looking forward to it these past few days!"
"I'm a Beta too. I grew up listening to your achievements. Can you please sign an autograph for me?"
Igor, feeling strangely older than he was, sensed Azathoth's silent gaze and wondered if the god was watching him. He rubbed his wrist and swung the man down from the wall. Seeing him standing still, as if as punishment, he sighed inwardly for a moment, softened his tone, and asked, "What did you mean by saying we're in the wrong place?"
Coffey looked hesitant.
Igor said slowly: "I can sign for you."
The boy's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to chatter away, "Actually, this is just an ordinary altar. All the related artifacts have been excavated. It's said that this cave was excavated bit by bit by the original archaeological team. Look, there are still traces of artificial excavation on the walls... Anyway, everything useful has long been moved away. Although some researchers are still stationed here to protect and study some antiques that are difficult to move, those things can't be stuffed into the cave, right? So this place really has more symbolic significance than practical significance. I'm not kidding."
After he finished his lengthy explanation, he immediately pulled out a waterproof bag from his soaked pocket, and from it, he took out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen. It was obvious that he had been well prepared and had planned this for a long time. After placing the two things in front of Igor, he raised his head and looked at him eagerly.
Thanks to Hugo for remembering to keep an eye before leaving, Igor wrote his name with the help of the light.
As he wrote, he continued to ask, "What are they researching here? Is it related to the divine remains?"
Coffey licked his lip and said nothing, a little nervously.
Seeing Igor's signing slow down, he said quickly, "I can't say it! I really can't say it! Even if you sign the first half, I... I..."
The second half of the sentence was choked with sobs, "I can't say..."
Igor let out a breath he couldn't hold back, signed the notebook and handed it back, then turned around and looked at Azathoth in confusion. He still couldn't understand why the Red Line Legion sent such a child... Could it be that they thought they didn't like to attack minors?
But then again, Azathoth had always been quite patient with the cub. If Kofi were an adult, he might have called an emergency number and asked for a helicopter rescue. From this perspective, their actions were not completely useless or confusing.
Just as he was thinking about the cause and effect, he heard Coffey say, "Can I go in with you?"
Seeing that Azathoth seemed to be looking at him, Kofi shuddered and wrapped his coat tightly around him. "Although I can't stop you, it's my job, my duty, to do my best to protect this place... If you're not interested in those cultural relics, can you, uh, just take a look around and leave?"
puff.
Although he had no interest in having and raising children, Azathoth, who had a slight preference for well-behaved children from other families who didn't need his own teaching, said lazily, "No, I'm already here."
Coffey never expected that He would speak, let alone say such words. His eyes widened and he stood there in shock and fear.
After a while, he said, "Then I have to follow you."
"Follow me then." Azathoth grabbed Igor's still cold hand, pulled him to his side, and walked forward nonchalantly.
Coffey stared at their clasped hands with his eyes wide open. He waited until the light from the spinning eyeballs in the sky continued to disappear before he hurriedly followed.
What's going on?
As they walked, the boy wondered, "Is my idol married?" "No?" "Or is he in a relationship?" "What's going on?" "It can't be just like the good buddies holding hands and going to the bathroom, right?" "Azathoth's true appearance, gender, and identity remain a mystery." Most people who knew of his existence assumed he was some evil god's mortal representative, perhaps even a half-host, and addressed him as "He" out of respect.
On the other hand, his pheromones were not noticeable, leading people to speculate that he might be a Beta. While it's possible he used some means to conceal his true gender, that wasn't likely. As Kofi pondered this, the eye in the sky swiveled around and fixed on him. For some reason, the boy felt as if he saw a hint of mockery in that crimson pupil.
**
The heavy rain outside the cave not only did not stop, but it got even heavier.
The torrential rain poured down like water from a basin, drenching the ground in a billowing mist and reducing visibility to less than half a meter. The few temporary security guards manning the small pavilion huddled in their rooms like quails, clutching their coats tightly and shivering, staring silently at the sky, uncertain when it would clear.
The glass windows were rattling in the strong wind. John watched for a while, always worried that the windows would be blown open by the strong wind or broken by the rain, so he couldn't help but ask his companions: "Should we use something to block them?"
The others looked at each other and felt that it was not safe.
"I have a feeling this rain could blow the ceiling off. I'm not sure if this little house meets the building regulations."
"Don't even think about it." Another person sneered, "The stingy capitalists will definitely cut corners."
John nodded in agreement and walked to the window, wanting to figure out how to close it tighter, at least to prevent it from humming in the wind.
He pondered for a moment, moved a little closer and put his hand against the glass, intending to try if there was any difference. But at this moment, he saw a creature that was grayish white in color and seemed to have something red on its body that was constantly flowing down with the rain crawling under the window.
John was shocked. He hadn't slept well to begin with, and his legs went weak, so he reflexively grabbed the window handle. However, he didn't expect that the force was applied in the wrong direction and the window opened all of a sudden!
A strong wind suddenly rushed in, carrying rain with it. The sound of the rain hitting the ground suddenly became louder. John was directly knocked down by the window, and his head hit the windowsill, and he saw stars. His colleagues shouted in fear. One person ran over to support him, while others rushed over to close the window together.
It was two or three minutes later that they finally succeeded in fighting the storm, and by then everyone in the room was soaked by the rain that was blowing in.
"John, what's wrong with you?" a colleague asked unhappily, "Can you fall down even with the window closed?"
"I..." John's pale lips trembled, his face filled with fear. "I just felt like a strange animal was crawling through the heavy rain!"
The others looked at each other in confusion. Someone hesitated and said, "Did you catch your hysteria from that weakling Laurie?"
**
The owner of the food processing factory also made himself a cup of warm hot cocoa in the storm today.
He held up the white porcelain cup and leisurely looked out the window at the gray sky and heavy rain all over the world, without looking at any of the documents on the table.
Anyway, no one will work in such bad weather, so what's the harm in being lazy?
After a while, he saw from afar a flash of red light at the "food processing plant", which was actually the location of the research institute.
The boss was stunned for a moment, then raised his fat fingers to rub his eyes: "Am I seeing things...?"
The rain was pouring down, and there was nothing unusual as far as the eye could see.
"Well, I must have seen it wrong. I must have been too tired these past two days." The boss relaxed and drank the cocoa in his hand.
**
Azathoth stood in front of a circular, almost destroyed altar, looking down at the patterns and strange symbols remaining under the dust.
There was nothing around them. In the distance, there were a few animal skeletons leaning against the wall, still relatively intact. Apart from that, there was nothing else in sight.
"Look." Kofi was quite talkative and was not frightened by Azathoth. He spoke again, "I said there's nothing here!"
Hugo and Wendy stood on the other side, looking up at a mural on a stone wall that had merged with the cave wall. The content of the painting had almost completely worn away, and only a messy line could be seen. It was unclear what the artist was trying to express.
No one answered Coffey, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He took two steps forward and came to Wendy, looking at her curiously. Then he extended his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Coffey, Coffey Hall."
"Hello." Wendy said coldly, turning her face to the side without moving, and did not even shake hands with him.
Coffey was a little at a loss, so he bent his outstretched hand and touched his nose instead.
Azathoth also came over at this time and asked Wendy, "How do you feel now?"
Wendy cautiously tried to say something, but before she could, a dagger that looked very familiar to Coffey appeared and carved large, flamboyant characters into the cave wall. The words revealed an eagerness to help: "I can help here!"
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