The Self-Cultivation of a Victorian Exorcist

God is creating a nightmare! ! We need a little inspiration to make the world a little happy; Some more man-eating demons to give everyone something to do! Add a little memory... Add a little confusion... Rebellion, and acclimatization. Finally, a familiar oriental soul is inserted, and the character needs to be a little bit assassin, otherwise it will be boring. Grass... Too much! So, in the warehouse of the Privy Council in London, Bernd Edward slowly walked out of the shadows holding a necklace made of Soul Eater's eyeballs, whispering along the nerves and entering his brain, ticking, ticking. Great, now the souls have started fighting. The next difficult problem is to prove that "I" is "I".