"Moore, I'm here." Koran waved.

Moore saw Koran in the distance and strode towards Koran.

"Coran, when are you going back to Los Angeles?"

"I've just arrived in Los Angeles today," Coran said.

Although the two are a few years older.

But to be counted, the older Coran was more like an elder.

Of course, seniority is not mentioned in the association.

Coupled with Moore's casual personality.

I think I can talk to Koran.

So he was also in private with Coran.

"I treat you tonight," Moore said.

Koran looked at the golden credit card that Moore was holding.

He is really envious.

He wanted to say very easily that he came to treat.

But shy in the bag, this mouth can't be opened.

He was several years older than Moore, but Moore was already on his own.

However, in addition to doing some temporary work, he still usually needs money from his parents.

And Moore is already well paid.

Even if he finishes his studies in the future, his salary will not necessarily be more than that of Moore.

Above all, Moore's life was very different from him.

In Coran's imagination, Moore was colorful every day.

"By the way, I have a mission tonight. Would you like to come together?" Moore asked.

"Is this ... okay?" Koran hesitated.

He was worried about danger, of course, and he would be a burden to Moore.

"Relax, it's just a small task." Moore said with a smile. "It's an abandoned church in West Street. There is an evil spirit entangled in it. It's not difficult. If you have a chance, it can give you a chance to fight.

"I ... can I?" Kolan was not confident about it.

"Rest assured, no problem, yes, this is for you."

Moore threw a dagger to Koran.

Koran took the dagger and looked at it, "Well, my dad seems to have one too."

"This is made of keel, but your dad's pair are refined magic props. You just engraved some inscriptions. I don't know how many times the power is worse."

"That's it ..." Koran pouted, again a little disappointed.

"Don't let it go, this keel dagger is consigned in a magic store, and it can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars."

"So expensive?" Kolan's eyes widened, unbelievably.

"It's expensive, but don't sell it. Otherwise, it will be found out by our association. If I sell the association's things, I will be miserable."

"Then I don't want to ... I don't want to hurt you."

Kolan is still very moral.

When I heard that Moore would be punished for this, I was worried about this and that.

"It's okay, as long as you don't use it to sell money, of course, you are not allowed to use ordinary dragons and daggers to deal with ordinary people. The damage of ordinary dragons to ordinary people can be easily identified."

"Oh, I see ... Are you sure it really doesn't matter?"

"It's okay. We have so many keel daggers. They can even be used as consumables."

"Why not sell it?"

"Of course, to keep the market price." Moore said of course: "If a thing floods the market, can you say that the price can be higher? A refined keel dagger is hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is not more than the one in your hand. Do ordinary keel daggers earn more? "

"Then you can sell both together?" Koran said.

But Moore shook his head: "If the two are sold together, then everyone will only buy the ordinary version, and then find an alchemist to make a refined version of the keel dagger. This cost is definitely cheaper than buying the refined version of the keel dagger directly. . "

To put it plainly, the association needs to maintain the high price of the keel dagger in order to protect its own interests.

Of course, people in the association can use it, but they can use it whenever they want.

Anyway, there are more keels in the association.

But it cannot do harm to the interests of the association.

Eating inside and out is not allowed to any organization.

That's why Moore warned Coran.

Moore took Coran out of an abandoned church.

No one lived in this area.

Standing in front of the church, Coran felt the barrenness and gloom in the church.

"Is the church supposed to be a sanctuary for God? Why is it so?"

"There should be some unknown events here, which caused it to be abandoned by the Holy Spirit and no longer shrouded in the Holy Light, but to become even more unclean than elsewhere." Moore said: "In the end it became unclean. Nest. "

"Moore, don't you say this time it's just a normal mission to banish evil spirits?"

"Yeah, this is common."

"Evil spirits living here don't look like ordinary evil spirits."

"The evil spirit here is actually a priest who accidentally read the demonic scriptures, then summoned the evil spirit possession in hell, and then ate all the nuns in the church ..."

Hearing here, Coran couldn't help but take a nap.

"Afraid of anything, and you don't need to deal with it directly, just stand by me."

Moore said, turning into an avatar and entering the abandoned church.

When Moore's avatar entered the church, he saw various visions.

Before each of these fierce spirits strikes, they harass with illusions.

However, these illusions are effective against ordinary people, and they are not effective against psychics.

Not to mention that Moore's clone is still in front of him.

So in the end, I still have to fight upright.

This evil spirit priest had a embarrassed face, and hidden under the black robes were those sad nuns.

They muttered in unison, and ordinary people heard this voice and either went crazy or collapsed.

Moore held the dagger in his hand, and went up to slap the evil spirit priest.

If it is a common evil spirit, it will be scattered on the spot by the dragonbone dagger.

But in front of him, this evil spirit priest just flew back, and the nun's soul was thrown out and dissipated.

For the first time, Moore fought against such an opponent.

This evil spirit priest used the nun's soul as a substitute.

Moore had no scruples, and by doing so, he could free the souls of those nuns.

The priest of the evil spirit lost a nun's soul and immediately opened his chin. The mouth became like a black hole, and he began to inhale.

The surrounding air flow quickly into the mouth of the evil priest.

Moore's avatar could not be fixed in place.

Moore moved between mind and body.

It's not nonsense.

boom

With a loud noise, half of the abandoned church was destroyed.

The nun soul of the evil spirit priest is all scattered, and its own body is even more broken.

The evil spirit priest rushed madly towards the house.

When Koran saw the evil priest rushing over, he couldn't help getting nervous.

The terrible evil creature was just creepy at first glance.

"Are you coming? Or should I come?" Moore asked lightly.