Is the Evil God Me?

A shabby and down-to-earth painter who has never produced any good works in his life, when he was fortunate enough to enter a place where high-class people meet, he suddenly made a blockbuster and created magnificent paintings that have never been seen before, which makes people feel From the style of master painting.

What a beauty this is!

How beautiful again, the sublimation of the moon and sixpence. No one who heard this story would not be sincerely happy for the artist.

Such a good story.

Of course, it is only a good range, far from the level that can be regarded as a classic and will be remembered forever. What can be remembered? It is probably a knife that destroys the beauty of a perfectly carved statue, so that people can be amazed, and such a story can be called a classic, and it can be talked about more.

When Lynn rode on the horse again, he immediately went to find the sheriff of the town. In this kind of rural town, the status and power of the sheriff actually had a big inappropriate status.

The sheriff knew at a glance that he was having a good time.

Albion's sheriff's uniform was obviously a size too small on him, whether it was a fat head full of brains, a potbellied belly, or those sturdy calves that made it seriously doubtful that he could run, Lynn made him. There is sufficient doubt about the whereabouts of the people's fat and the people's paste in Beifeng Town.

Lynn is not a big blocker, Cha Discipline, he is here for assistance.

In the name of the official enforcer of [Steam Capital].

"Of course, Worden, oh ~ Lucky Worden, famous Worden, you're looking for that bitch... ahem, that Mr. Painter, Mr. Moriarty, I'd be happy to do it for you service."

"Say your **** but." With a simple glance, Lynn read his true thoughts from the fat sheriff's twitchy and embarrassed expression.

"But...cough, cough, as you can see, I'm just a sheriff, and there are quite a few big people these days. It's very unfortunate that the person you want to arrest has been invited as a guest by several celebrities." The fat sheriff obviously didn't want to take it. His own future is a gamble. If he enforces the law harshly, he, a village sheriff, will not be able to eat and walk around with a single word afterward.

unless……

If there is a person of weight who is willing to stand up, then he can only work under the oppression seen by outsiders.

"..."

It took Lynn about half a second to understand the low-level civil servants' thoughts of not being offended. He didn't despise or hate this fat man, he just sighed at the wisdom of the bottom-level people. There are policies above and countermeasures below, and sometimes countermeasures can often be eye-opening.

Just as he was about to speak, a thin, tanned man who happened to pass by the sheriff's place where he was drinking tea, heard part of the conversation, like a clear spring in summer.

Sin Chazan.

The chief of the Mesauron region, or the diplomatic ambassador, when he saw Lynn, immediately smiled and decided to provide Lynn with a little help for the future of his motherland.

Today, he is not wearing a folk-style white robe, but a standard gentleman's striped shirt and suit jacket, with a warm smile on his thin and brown face. The presence of the diplomat Sinchazan, coupled with the export of resources from the Messolone region, gave him the status he had won.

"Mr. Lynn, do you mind if I provide a little help?" Xin Chazan's expression was a little humble, a bit like the kind of person who has to kneel and lick when giving money.

The little gentleman's eyes moved for a while, and he made a nodding action.

With the assurance of Xin Chazan, an aboriginal leader who has some weight and a stable output of resources such as oil and rare minerals, and the expression of Lin En's handsome but indifferent law enforcement officer at the moment, the fat sheriff is all bullshit. Without saying a word, he just covered the slanted helmet cap on his head, and beckoned his men not far away to roll over to work.

From those low-level, young people who think they have the ability and are eager to try, everyone can feel the heat that is enough to turn cold water into hot water.

Obviously, the story of Antoine, a law enforcement officer, has spread. He helped the son of the Labour Party. It is obvious to the naked eye that he will be promoted and rich in the future, and he will be transferred elsewhere!

Get promoted and get rich.

No matter it is in any workplace, this is a big thing that everyone cares about. As long as someone succeeds, someone will try to reproduce it. Moreover, I will take the initiative to ignore the difficulties of re-engraving, and I feel that I should be able to do it.

In this regard, the attitude of the fat sheriff is.

"laugh!"

The sound from his fat, oily nose represented his disdain for the diligence and thoughtfulness of his subordinates, how could such a good pie fall for them. The lucky guy of Antoine, he gained the friendship of the big man, but that incident obviously also made him gain the disgust of some big men.

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If you have life to take credit, you may not have life to spend. It's better not to dream of cursing big people. Like Antoine, you can seize the opportunity to help when you have the opportunity. Obviously, the current scene has nothing to do with the so-called opportunity. This Mr. Lynn from [Steam City], the spokesperson of the Russell family, this matter is as simple as blowing his breath for him. His eyes were as firm as a revolver.

In the eyes of urban gentlemen of this level, and in the eyes of those entrepreneurs, they are not as useful as country aristocrats. They see only two kinds of people, valuable and worthless.

The fat law enforcement officer, who was extraordinarily sober, felt that he was very lucky not to be taken to a place like a factory where he vomited blood and died after three years of working in a factory. In contrast, country gentlemen, at most, come to visit you with whips and wooden frames, which is extremely benevolent.

Flatter?

"Hey~~"

The nasal sound again expressed a sour, self-knowledge lament.

Lynn didn't have the energy to pay attention to the envy of a certain magistrate that he couldn't eat grapes. He was in a delicate mood of entering a state, which made him not pleasing to everyone, naturally including following himself. There is a chief of the Messolen region around him.

"Mr. Sinchazan, I remember that Worden seemed to be introduced by you to Mr. Raphael's salon banquet?"

"Yes." Xin Chazan did not deny it, although even a blind man could feel that it was definitely not a good thing for Lynn to find Worden at this moment.

"Can you tell me why?"

If Bill saw Lynn's expression at this time, he would feel that it was very similar to the keen and calm expression he had when he first participated in the interrogation record, not letting go of any possibility of falling into his eyes.