Alfred was driving,

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Karun and Dis were sitting face to face in the back seat.

Dis closed his eyes to rest,

while Karun kept staring at the rectangular pit in the back of the hearse.

As the hearse bumped along, Mr. Zong and Mr. Moerfu kept embracing each other.

Inside the car, the smell of tobacco mixed with the faintly pungent smell of ink, but it was not unpleasant. With the windows open, there was even a pleasant breeze.

Puerh was lying next to Karun, seemingly dozing off.

Karun reached out his hand, feeling the touch of the wind flowing through his palm outside the window.

The weather was still quite cool, especially at night, but Karun still felt his palms were warm.

When facing Mr. Moerfu lying on the ground, he had sincerely said, "Praise the order."

But reason kept telling him that the Order of the Gods was indeed powerful, but he still couldn't fully believe it. The only reason he could act recklessly tonight was because his grandfather was a local judge of the Order of the Gods.

In other words, it was not because Dis was a judge, but because Dis was his grandfather.

He remembered that Alfred had said that his grandfather was not an ordinary judge of the Order of the Gods.

Yes,

how could a Dis who dared to say "The Order of the Gods is kept by prostitutes" in front of him, and who was willing to hold a super-standard God descent ceremony to resurrect his grandson, be just an ordinary judge?

Thinking back,

yesterday Alfred had suggested to him on the hearse, "Young master, you can go ask your grandfather."

And Puerh had said at the stairway, "Go find Dis, he always gives you the most calm and safe advice."

Were they really talking about Dis's identity as a judge?

They,

should be talking about Dis.

Perhaps, what was now revealed in front of him was just the tip of the iceberg of the true face of this world.

So,

what should he do next, continue to uncover it, or forget everything after tonight's indulgence and return to an ordinary life like Uncle Mason?

The true side meant cruelty, and the death of Karun's parents was the best proof.

But after seeing the "wonderful" scenery, burying his head in the sand like an ostrich seemed a bit like self-deception.

Can he be content with that?

Probably not. Karun knew his personality very well. He belonged to the kind of person who was very ambitious. A person who had been used to struggling in his previous life might be able to take a short break in a peaceful time, but if he kept lying flat, he really couldn't do it.

But whether he could do it or not didn't seem to be up to him.

Dis's attitude was very clear. He had personally told him that he shouldn't have any other ideas before he died.

But if that was the case,

why did he bring him out tonight and hope that he could...have fun with that array?

Actually,

Dis should also be able to see that the array should have no effect on him. At that time, it might not have been obvious, but now? He must be clear about his current mental state.

But he seemed to deliberately find a way out for himself.

He clearly forbade himself from learning to drive,

but he liked to take him to appreciate the real scenery along the road.

So,

Dis,

what do you really want to do?Is this the kind of complex and intertwined love of a grandfather?

"Are you happy?"

Dis had opened his eyes at some point.

Karun withdrew his hand from the window and nodded, "Yes, I am."

"Do you feel burdened?" Dis asked again.

Karun nodded and shook his head, answering, "Yes, but I can overcome it."

Watching the living people die in front of him was indeed a significant psychological shock. However, he was good at psychological adjustment, and these people, like the editor-in-chief and Mr. Morpheus lying here, were playing with a pen cap and a cigar when manipulating other people's lives. But under the rules of society, they were difficult to punish. Even if he used great force, he could only touch their clothes. But they were indeed deserving of death.

The principle of "an eye for an eye" is correct no matter where it is applied. Therefore, Karun has been doing something that everyone thinks is right but almost everyone thinks is impossible to achieve in reality.

Of course, Karun did not think he was Batman or the embodiment of justice in the dark side of the city. Because what he couldn't deny was that he actually felt a kind of happiness during this process.

This kind of happiness has been accumulating since he got Dis's reaction. It was there when he was frying spring rolls, when he was watching the funeral, and when he was watching a group of people perform to their heart's content. His expectations were constantly stacking up, and the majestic anticipation gradually turned into joy after nightfall. He was enjoying this process.

Mr. Morpheus, who smoked himself to death, and the editor-in-chief who was stabbed to death with a pen, were such artistic expressions.

Karun suddenly returned to that afternoon a month ago when he picked up the phone, and the male voice of the demon who possessed Mrs. Xius came from the other end of the line, "You have disturbed my artistic creation."

"So, do you need some professional advice on art?"

Mrs. Xius, you see, this is called art.

Karun suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if a child playing with building blocks suddenly lost interest from being too excited.

Dis spoke, "So, do you want to turn back now?"

"No, I don't." Karun replied.

"Why? I just read negativity in your eyes."

"Because it's not done yet. The Order Light above Roja City has not wiped away all the dust."

"Good." Dis nodded. "Very good."

After a while, Dis spoke again, "Remember, the first step of order is always to start with yourself."

"I will remember, Grandpa."

So, those heroes who like to wear masks may not be to conceal the occasional smile of enjoyment that instinctively arises when punishing evil, but to hide their emotional decline and boredom in this process.

Thinking back to Dis's previous two "enforcement" actions, Karun couldn't help but sigh, "Order is like a mask."

Dis closed his eyes, seeming to have no reaction to this statement. But his hands, stacked in front of him, couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment.Puerh, who had been dozing off, raised her head at this moment and looked at Karun sitting in front of her. In her mind, she recalled what young Dis had said to her decades ago when he returned from the Order Temple:

"The elder of the temple asked me a question. He asked me, what is order to us believers?"

"Oh, how did you answer, Dis? Is it light, sun, air, the truth of all things running, and the faith we strive for throughout our lives?"

"My answer was that it's just a mask. People outside the mask can't see the real you, but you can use the name of the mask to do whatever you want."

"Dis, the elder of the Order Temple is really kind, otherwise I can't think of a second reason why you would come back alive."

...

Alfred, who was driving the car, spoke up:

"Sir, young master, we're here. They're waiting for us."

In front of them, at the Glorious Hotel in Roja City, there was a gathering on the thirteenth floor.

Karun got out of the car and gently twisted his neck a few times.

At this moment, a group of young people singing and dancing came from the other side of the street. The young man in a red jacket at the front was carrying a large radio on his shoulder, playing fast-paced music.

In this era, this scene is actually quite common. With a radio, you can immediately gain many fans by carrying it around. You can sing and dance together, releasing the excess energy of youth.

Alfred noticed Karun's gaze and walked up to the young man in the jacket, saying:

"Sell it to me."

"Hey, man, are you crazy? This is my faith, my faith, my faith. How dare you use dirty money to defile my faith? Please disappear from my sight, or I will kick your ass with my canvas shoes."

Alfred took out a stack of coins from his pocket and put them in the young man's hand. "Three thousand coins."

The new one in the store only sells for 1,500 coins, and this is an old model, even though it has many stickers and graffiti on it. Unfortunately, this cannot make it appreciate in value.

"Hey, man, now I, I, I, I decide to entrust my faith to you. Please treat it well!"

The young man in the jacket took the coins and shouted to his friends behind him, "Target bar, let's go!"

The young people who abandoned their faiths exchanged them for alcohol and cheered.

Alfred came back carrying the radio. "Young master, I think you need this."

Karun shook his head. "Hmm? Did I misunderstand something?"

Karun corrected him, "No, it's this night that needs it."

"You're right, young master."

Alfred's fingers slid over the keys of the radio, and then his other hand clenched into a fist and placed it beside his lips.

Soon, the radio played guitar music, low but lively, like folk accompaniment.

When a great being needs music, all you have to do is play the song, instead of foolishly asking him which song he likes.

Alfred began to sway his body slightly, breaking the awkward atmosphere on his own initiative.

In his eyes, calling Dis "sir" was because he was indeed young master's grandfather. He respected Dis, but he didn't necessarily really fear him.

The only person in his eyes was the young man in front of him, in whom he entrusted his future.

Karun also raised his hands slightly and swayed his body with the music.

In his past life, he didn't like going to dance halls or the noise, so he actually didn't know how to dance. But just like the men and women in Roja City who went to the Crown Dance Hall, how many of them really went there to practice dancing?Dis stood behind, watching Alfred and his grandson dance gracefully to the music. Puerh, who chose to lie on Dis's shoulder to avoid disturbing Karun, commented, "This is youth." Then she teased, "Are you jealous, Dis?"

Dis replied, "When you constantly envy the youth when you're old, it means you've wasted your own youth, like a free soul trapped in a cat's body."

Entering the hotel and stepping into the elevator, the guards on the thirteenth floor voluntarily entered the elevator under Alfred's kind gaze, dancing and pressing the button to the underground parking lot.

Then, the three of them arrived in front of the private room. Alfred stopped the music because a pleasant piano melody was playing inside, currently at the high point of the song.

"I know this song. The news over at Wien said it was 'Nature's Companion,' personally composed by Delice."

"It's a beautiful song," Karun commented.

The lively rhythm easily conjured up images of dancing with a group of green elves in the jungle. Alfred agreed, "Yes, that's why generally, people who do work aren't suited to be excellent artists because human energy is limited."

"You're right."

"Sir, do you need me to open the door for you now?"

"No, wait until this song ends. It's a sign of respect for the music."

"Yes, sir. I apologize."

Inside the huge private room, Delice's fingers elegantly flowed over the keys, and the clear sound of the piano reverberated throughout the entire floor. Mr. Haggart, who was already tipsy, was leaning back in his chair, his gaze on Delice becoming increasingly brazen. A few years ago, he was exposed for doing something beastly to a young girl, but he managed to use his power to smooth it over. The influence of such a long-standing senator in Roja City was not to be underestimated.

Mr. Okka was swaying his wine glass, lost in self-admiration. Mr. Ford was laughing to himself, already completely drunk, and kept muttering, "Hello, please call me Ford."

"No, please call me Mr. Mayor."

"Or you can call me Mayor, haha."

In the corner, Alotota, dressed in a red robe, occasionally glanced at Mr. Haggart. Before the banquet, he had asked Delice if she would be willing to accept his invitation to a private dinner at his house the day after tomorrow. Alotota was hesitating whether or not to let the senator die naturally at the dinner. However, he still had some doubts.

The Order of the Gods advocated that everything in the world should operate according to order, and its followers were the guardians of order. The gods had previously signed a contract, each retreating half a step, allowing the God of Order to govern the order of the heavens. Therefore, the Order of the Gods had the right to judge and eliminate any behavior that violated order, serving as the enforcers and implementers of religious law. They worshiped the God of Order.

The existence of the Order of the Gods had always been very secretive because their number of followers was never high. This meant that many people who were passionate about religious knowledge might not even know of their existence. However, every person in the religious circle and every demon hidden in human society dared not show any disrespect towards this mysterious religion.

However, his name card was ignored, and the other party did not respond at all.This is normal,

Although the judges of the Order of the Gods have extremely powerful support, their freedom has always been high. In other words, they are lazy.

Based on his experience of walking in many countries and cities, generally speaking, as long as they don't cause a big mess, they are happy to turn a blind eye to some small things.

In addition, the Order of Light is often the easiest place to hide dirt and filth, so the Order of the Gods has always been the target of various religious forces to attach and erode.

It is terrible, but also corrupt;

It is powerful, but also dirty;

As long as you give it respect, it will also give you convenience;

This is the Order of the Gods in Alota's eyes.

Therefore, Alota agreed to Mr. Oka's request. After all, even if a poor family died, they would eventually disappear in the dirty streets full of stinking sewers; representing nature, he helped them complete purification.

Daisy's performance entered the final stage.

Outside the door,

Alfred was counting the beats in his heart.

Beep...

With the last piano key falling,

Daisy stood up,

Bow to the three people at the table.

"Squeak..."

At this moment,

the door of the private room was also opened.

Dis walked forward,

and said:

"Someone accuses you of violating the order and driving the demon to do things for yourself. Now, according to the Order of the Gods' "Order Regulations," we will question you."

"What the hell?" Old Senator Haggert stood up and yelled at Dis, "Which detective from the police station came here to disturb us..."

Mr. Ford held a glass of wine,

and drunkenly shouted:

"Call me Mayor, and I will invite you to drink!"

Mr. Oka immediately raised his hands and shouted:

"I am willing to accept the investigation of the great Order of the Gods and cooperate with all unconditionally!"

His behind-the-scenes master is a duke in Wayne, who also serves in the government's business department, with great power. Once at a banquet, a young man with a white face stood beside the duke;

The young man once asked Oka: "Do you have faith?"

Oka was still a little complacent at the time and replied: "His loyalty belongs only to the Earl, but he does have many friends in the church who sometimes provide him with a lot of help."

The young man asked him again: "Do you know the Order of the Gods?"

Oka replied: "I have heard of it. The Order of the Gods is like a police station in the religious world, but the police are also human beings. They can also make friends and need friends."

"What you said is not wrong, but I want to remind you that just like when a police officer raises a gun at you in reality, when the people of the Order of the Gods use the "Order Regulations" to question you, your best reaction is... raise your hands."

"Is it so serious?"

"When they recite the "Order Regulations," it is like a journalist holding a camera next to the police handling the case in reality, and behind them stands the Order of the Gods."

So, Mr. Oka now raised his hands.

"The proud power of nature, please protect your loyal believers and let us avoid the torture of purgatory and give us the fragrance of nature."

Alota walked towards Daisy while chanting, grabbed Daisy's hand, and the red robe on his body instantly expanded, wrapping Daisy in it, and then directly hit the floor-to-ceiling window in the private room.

"Bang!"Glass shattered,

the two fell directly from the high-rise,

cold air blew in from the broken window, causing everyone present to shiver.

Mr. Okas, who was holding his hands up, suddenly felt a shock in his heart:

Is it this serious?!

At this moment,

Mr. Okas saw the young man who had offered to bring him fried spring rolls during the day standing next to the old man who had spoken earlier.

He said:

"The demon chose to resist arrest and took the poor environmentalist girl, Delice, as a hostage."

As Dis walked towards the window, he said:

"According to Chapter Four, Article Five of the Order Regulations, resistance during interrogation results in an additional charge."

Then,

Dis also jumped down.

Watching his grandfather jump directly from the thirteenth floor, Karun instinctively jumped a few times. Although he understood that Dis would be fine, emotionally he still felt that the old man should not engage in such dangerous activities.

"Young master, you don't need to worry about the old master." Alfred smiled and said, "The old master is very powerful, I can't even beat him."

Karun nodded,

then turned to Mr. Okas at the table,

and said:

"Mr. Okas, I have come to bring you the fried spring rolls as you instructed."

Alfred immediately bowed and said: "I'm sorry, young master, I forgot to bring the spring rolls. Please punish me."

"You are so careless, which disappoints our Mr. Okas and damages the reputation of the Inmores family."

"Yes, young master, but you can make them on the spot. The freshly made spring rolls will be more delicious, and I believe Mr. Okas will be very satisfied."

Karun hesitated: "But there is no dough."

Alfred immediately said: "Senator Haggard has thick dough, which can be borrowed."

"No filling, I prefer a vegetarian spring roll."

"Mayor candidate Ford is full of ideas, which can be borrowed."

"No oil, how do we fry them?"

"Mr. Okas has a lot of oil on him. Only food cannot be wasted. I believe Mr. Okas will be willing to lend it."

Karun nodded,

and said:

"That's great, we have everything we need. Alfred."

"Here."

"Prepare the ingredients."