I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 195: Retreat!

“No?” Behind his mask, Wilde's sinister, serpentine eyes narrowed.

His tone was one of pure asking. After all, as a loyal follower of Boss Lin, seeing someone shouting for Boss Lin’s help on behalf of a besieged enemy as well as slandering a patron of the bookstore before him were both baffling actions he hadn’t seen before.

But to a bystander, such a question was one that sent chills down spines.

After all, when someone drenched in blood and wielding a weapon appeared, one would still feel extremely anxious regardless of what that person said.

Naturally, Congreve was petrified, wondering exactly what had gone wrong and how another enemy appeared in such a crucial moment.

So close, it was just a little more!

A little more and Cherry’s life would have been taken by me!

The present Congreve despised the complacency of his past self from just a few moments earlier. If he hadn't beaten around the bush, perhaps he would already be savoring his victory...

Sadly, no matter how hard he regretted his past decisions, time couldn't be reversed. The only thing he could do now was to pray and cry for help.

At this very moment, his mind was buzzing with confusion. It was only after he vaguely saw the gory aftermath of the Blood Feast members skewered by tentacles did he truly process the nonsense that he had spouted.

This person is obviously affiliated with the bookshop... Isn't what I just said asking for a death sentence?!

"Wait, no!" Congreve shouted. "I-I'm one!"

Regardless if he wasn't a patron, Congreve had just bought himself a few more seconds and this would definitely provide an opportunity for Mr. Harper to rescue him!

“Hmm?” Indeed, Wilde loosened his grip subtly as he questioned Congreve with a bright grin. “Then tell me, what do you think of our great master Mr. Lin?”

How would I even know! I've never even met him before!

Nonetheless, I am willing to bet that this individual must be a vicious and nefarious individual. Someone who could command a Destructive-rank fiend like Wilde can only be some demonic god, or at least, a lackey

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