Although Damon is not the son of the Three Palaces and has no conflict of interest with Merlin, most of the half-demons are paranoid and crazy. After the matter has been resolved, Merlin does not want to cause any other trouble.

But just after he took a few steps, Damon's low voice suddenly rang behind him:

"Mr. Merlin, I suddenly forgot that you helped me solve a problem. I haven't paid you yet. This is too rude."

"You killed Morris, right?"

Damon's question made Merlin stop, and he turned around and nodded.

There was no change in Damon's expression, he said:

"Then let me advise you, you should quickly digest the tragedy of the sons of the Three Houses every era. If you continue to wander around with it, maybe soon you will become the target of your lunatic brothers' hunting."

"What's the meaning?"

Merlin asked with a frown:

“I’ve used that piece.”

"No, not use, it's digestion!"

Damon shook his head and said:

"People like you and me are born to be in darkness, and darkness is our power. But if you are never a member of darkness, how should you control them?"

"Morris's power is like ice, you are water, the power of the Three Palaces is very strange. Every strand of power it gives to his sons is rich in different 'characters'."

Damon looked at Merlin in front of him with his hands behind his back, and he said:

"In my eyes, the ice cubes sway in the water, but the two have not yet been combined into one. In other words, Mr. Merlin, you have not touched the characteristics of that power. I am curious how you, who are as simple as a piece of white paper, have lived for so long?"

"Yeah?"

Merlin's brows frowned high. Dimon shouldn't be so bored that he was joking with him on such things. So Merlin began to reflect on whether he really hadn't completely assimilated Morris' power.

A few minutes later, Merlin whispered:

"Although I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Damon, I still want to thank you for your reminder. In addition, I'm very curious, why do you stay in a place like Wall Street as a powerful half-devil?"

"Good question!"

A smile finally appeared on Damon's face. When he smiled, he had a little weirdness. He said:

"The devils of the past used contracts and lies to deceive their souls to fill their hell."

"But the times are developing, technology is advancing, and civilization is changing with each passing day. The instinct from the devil makes me long to see the depravity of my soul, but I will not use traditional contracts and lies. That is too uninnovative. After entering the increasingly degenerate human society, I finally found a more convenient and effective way in this era."

"That's money! I've said it just now."

Damon said to Merlin with a weird smile:

"Those capitalists praised me for their accurate investment vision, but for an existence like me, what is the use of money? I keep spilling out money and wanting to get it, but something more precious."

Damon stretched out his left hand, and the howling souls tried to get rid of Damon's fingers. The pale light emitted by the soul illuminated Damon's face. He closed his fingers and said to Merlin in a sensuous tone:

"Soul! This is my treasure!"

The strange scene in front of him made Meilin subconsciously take a step back. He looked at Damon and said:

"You remind me of a uncomfortable guy, Mephist, are you his offspring? You speak in the same tone."

“Mephist?”

Damon curled his lips and smiled, he stared at Merlin, the sign of the pentagram appeared in his black eyes, he said:

"Isn't that cunning bastard?"

"My father, called"

"Satan!"

ps:
Chapter completed!