I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"Can the Book of the Dead find your name?" Calcifer said.

Char was floating in the air, quietly looking at the place where he had just met the God of Death, and murmuring softly.

"He's checked it out."

"What?" Calcifer asked with some confusion.

Xia Ya smiled and did not answer the question, but said, "I gained a lot today. I learned a lot about the world and made a new friend."

"Are you coming back next?" Calcifer asked.

Xia Ya raised his head and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, "There is still some time, let's go see that boy one last time."

"Whoo~"

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. It was always reassuring to return to Tartarus, the underworld. This was his base camp. For him, there was no safer place than here.

He looked around. It was a small town that was very similar to the human world, with wooden row houses, bluestone pavement, and even street lights. Some carriages were traveling on the streets, but there was more mist.

The people on the street looked a little bad, as pale as zombies. Some people wearing black robes like him were walking on the street.

"Sebas, you should be on duty in the human world now, why are you back in the underworld?"

There was a voice from behind, and Sebastian turned his head. A man wearing a rococo-style suit stood behind him, holding some documents in his hands. He looked about thirty years old, with meticulously styled hair and clothes. There are no wrinkles at all and it looks very delicate.

"Mr. Thanka." Sebastian bowed respectfully to him. Obviously, the man in front of him was of a higher rank than him.

Then, he pointed to the nightmare on his shoulder and said, "I caught a nightmare in the human world and brought it back to face the judgment of hell."

"A nightmare caught in the human world?" Tangka opened his eyes slightly, and then looked at the thing on Sebastian's shoulder, "This is rare. The underworld has not seen anything escape for two hundred years."

"I was surprised too," Sebas said.

"It should have someone to support it in the human world." Thangka thought for a moment and said.

After a pause, he said, "However, the world of the living is not within our jurisdiction. We can just let the people in the court examine it carefully and then monitor it."

"Yes, I understand." Sebastian nodded.

Then, he looked at the documents held by thangka with some curiosity, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't mention it." Tangka sighed, "The God of Death has awakened."

Sebas looked at Thangka in astonishment. The Great God of Death they were talking about was the real God of Death.

"Hasn't the Great Death been sleeping for nearly three hundred years? Why did he suddenly wake up today?"

"I don't know either." Thangka shook his head and said solemnly, "But according to the Great Death, he seemed to hear someone calling him."

Sebastian suddenly remembered how Char had called the Great Death God by his name before, and his expression was a little subtle.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"Who?" Sebastian asked.

But Thangka shook his head, "The Great Death said he didn't know, but he felt a heavy sense of fate, which reminded him of the feeling he had when he was called by the three goddesses of fate in the past.

Although I don’t know who it is, it must be a very important existence.

The Great Death is very anxious now. He feels that the being calling him must have something important to do.

Therefore, He now asks me to bring to Him information on all the important events that have occurred in these three hundred years. "

"That's a lot of money," Sebastian said.

Thangka sighed again and paused. He noticed Sebastian's hesitant look and asked doubtfully.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Sebastian shook his head and said, "Then I will send it to the trial court."

After working at the bottom for so many years, Sebas knows very well the way for a small person to survive, which is to leave things alone and do his or her part.

He couldn't offend the God of Death, nor could he offend that existence. The best thing was to pretend he didn't know anything.

Thangka nodded, "Then go quickly."

With that said, Thangka walked towards the end of the street holding those documents.

Watching Thangka gradually go away, Sebastian, who had been silent all this time, let out a long breath. He also walked to an uninhabited corner of the town. He threw the nightmare on his shoulder to the ground, and at the same time controlled the chain slowly. He stepped back, revealing the nightmare's head.

After being freed from the restraints on his head, Nightmare kept twisting his head and roared at Sebas.

"You idiot! Are all you Shinigami blind!?

The wizard you just met raised a demon! demon!

He broke the rules too, you should catch him too! "

Sebas grabbed the chain with one hand, kicked him in the face, and yelled angrily.

"Shut up! You ignorant insect.

Who do you think you are meeting? ? "

The nightmare was stunned, "Isn't that a wizard?"

"Ha." Sebastian looked at the nightmare and smiled contemptuously, "His name is not in the Book of the Dead. Do you think he is a wizard?"

Nightmare's pupils shrank slightly, and he mumbled absentmindedly, "It's not impossible. If so, how could I escape from this kind of existence?

unless"

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his expression changed, and he began to close his mouth without saying a word.

Sebas keenly noticed the silence of this nightmare and immediately asked.

"Unless what?"

Nightmare remained silent.

Sebastian thought for a moment, and suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "Unless that person wanted you to be caught by me in Hades on purpose, right?"

The nightmare didn't answer, but the more Sebas thought about it, the more reasonable it became. He looked at the nightmare carefully and murmured in a low voice.

"There is information in you that he wants to convey to Hades, or there should be other secrets in you."

Sebastian lowered his head, looked at the still silent Nightmare, and smiled disdainfully: "You can be silent, but the only way to make you speak is to judge."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the chain wrapped around his head again. He once again carried the nightmare and walked to a corner of the town.