The care of family members, a luxurious life, everything is just the added value brought by the body that one currently occupies, and has nothing to do with oneself.
In this case, why don't you leave this family that makes you uncomfortable and start a new life in a strange place?
Maybe it’s time to leave the name ‘Kane’ behind, along with all the memories and life of ‘Kane’, and leave with nothing.
The inheritance of the Constantine family should not belong to you, so there is nothing to be reluctant to part with.
After leaving the Requiem Church, in this era of internal combustion engines and telephones, one would not really starve to death on the street.
Having made the decision to leave tonight, Kane sighed and touched the head of Fries, who was a little confused.
"Study the Holy Scriptures well. After grandpa passes away, the whole family will have to rely on you to support it."
"ah?"
"Ah what?"
"Grandpa...Grandpa Herague..."
Turning his head stiffly, Kane stared blankly at the old man in black robe who stood behind him at some point.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that the short silver staff in the old man's hand was about to move. Combined with the old man's smiling face, it looked particularly scary.
"Kane, my good grandson, even before grandpa leaves, you have already thought about what will happen after grandpa leaves."
"Master...Master, that's not what I meant."
The old man turned his head and looked at the timid Fries, frowning slightly.
"Frith, tell your father that I will take Kane out to do something today. Kane, come with me."
Watching the two people leave in a strange atmosphere, Frith's trembling legs weakened and he collapsed directly on the ground.
Two big ants that slipped out of the ant nest took advantage of the opportunity, got into the boy's trousers, and climbed straight up to the yellow dragon.
"Ouch!!!!"
…
With a bit of a bad premonition in his heart, Kane looked at the old man walking towards the east and asked tentatively.
"Grandpa, where are we going?"
“Go to a nice place.”
"What a nice place?"
Without responding to Kane's question, Herage just walked forward in silence.
"Gu Gu Gu~ Gu Gu Gu~"
The hoot of an owl came from the sky, and soon, a white-faced owl fell from the sky and landed accurately on the old man's right shoulder.
As if aware of Kane's gaze, the owl's head suddenly turned 180° backwards, and a humanized sarcasm appeared on the chubby bird's face. This scene made Kane think that he had entered a state of insanity.
When did owls become so smart? Can they mock people?
The atmosphere between the two became increasingly oppressive, and Kane's inner uneasiness gradually increased.
If my memory is correct, this road should lead to the east flower garden that I have never been to.
Although I have never been there, I heard from my grandfather that it is full of flowers and plants.
Well, it is indeed a good place to perform a rest ceremony. You can bury it directly after the ceremony. If you think about it carefully, as the saying goes, "If you die under peonies, you will be a ghost and be charming." In fact, it is not bad to use it as flower fertilizer.
Confirming that he could not defeat the strong old man in front of him, Kane began to look around, looking for opportunities to escape.
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
The sudden cry of the white-faced owl startled Kane, and also caused Herage, who had been walking with his head covered, to stop.
The old man didn't look back, but his voice was cold.
"Kane, where do you want to go? Do you want grandpa to give you a ride?"
Once again confirming that he could not escape from the hands of the old man who was two times stronger than him, Kane glared at the owl that was mocking him with its beak half open, and responded with a forced smile.
"Grandpa, I won't go anywhere, the church is my home."
"Oh, I thought you had found your way back... Since you're not going anywhere, just keep walking. We're almost there."
"Okay grandpa."
The two of them quickly arrived at the door of the flower garden. Herage took out the key from the enchantment bag and opened the sophisticated mechanical lock of the flower garden door.
Following Herage into the flower garden, the crisp 'click' sound of the mechanical gears rolling behind him sounded. When the door closed automatically, Kane, who straightened his head again, found that he had arrived in a sea of flowers. His fear dissipated, but his face was full of color.
A bit relieved.
Gorgeous flowers that cannot be named grow on both sides of the carved stone road. Tall marble pillar statues stand in pairs on both sides of the road in plural forms. Their styles are complex and diverse, including bats, goat heads with long horns, and goat heads with long horns.
There are crosses and half-moons that have some kind of religious meaning, as well as weird shapes that I don’t even know what they are.
Herage stopped in the Gothic architectural style pavilion in the center of the flower garden. He put the white-faced owl on his shoulder, which was watching the show with round eyes, on the stone table. The old man slowly turned around and looked at him with complex eyes.
The 'eldest grandson' looked calm.
Responding to the old man in front of him with clear eyes, Kane felt no fear in his heart.
He didn't owe the Constantine family, let alone the old man in front of him.
Since I owe nothing, I naturally have a clear conscience.
Herage sighed with a rare sigh, and looked at Kane with a bit more reminiscence and love.
"Your mother died due to dystocia when giving birth to you. When you were young, you were too weak and sick to take care of yourself. I often picked herbs here to replenish your weakened body. Coupled with Kelly's careful care, you were able to
Gradually getting better and able to act like a normal person... You must have forgotten your memory here..."
"I really have no memory of this..."
"..."
"What about my dad? How is he?"
No matter what his fate is, at least at this moment, Kane is willing to chat with the old man in front of him about his daily life.
In his previous life, he was also the favorite chat partner of his uncles and aunts downstairs, which is why he followed the old man's words and replaced "Kane" with "I".
He was unwilling to break the old man's last thoughts about his grandson, even though both he and the old man understood how the person talking to him in front of him viewed him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seemingly surprised by Kane's calm attitude, Herage smiled, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.
"Your father, my son Kester Constantine, left the church after his wife passed away and lost his whereabouts during a mission to eliminate heretics. It has been ten years since the day I lost my son.
.”
After digesting the information from the old man's mouth for a while, Kane instantly captured the key words. Whether it was the so-called 'rest ceremony' or 'requiem church', or the 'three gods' and 'three major churches', they were all extremely
For things with religious meanings, if there is a religion, there will naturally be 'heresies' that are hostile to the religion.
I just don’t know if the heresy the old man talks about is the same as the cult or pagan in the previous life or if it has other meanings.
"What is heresy?"
The old man took a deep look at Kane and his voice became a little lower.
"Heresies are all evil entities that pose a high threat to human beings, dirty vampires, brutal werewolves, seekers of truth who have gone astray, cultists who worship evil gods, and are against the three major churches, and..."
"what else?"
Feeling the terrifying murderous intent coming towards him, Kane forcibly tightened his knees and gritted his teeth as if he refused to admit defeat.
Even if he dies here, he does not need to kneel down to the old man in front of him.
The machine was pressed, the old man's wrist flicked, and the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword popped out of the short staff, making a crisp metal friction sound.
Herage's cold gray eyes stared at Kane, and he slowly raised the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword, pointing the tip of the sword with a cold light at Kane.
"There are also... strange demons like you who take over other people's bodies."
The situation began to turn sharply as Herage raised his double-edged cross-slotted rapier.
"What...is...a strange demon?"
Under the strong pressure that came towards him, Kane took a step forward and stared at the white-faced owl watching the show next to the old man. The owl was so frightened that the owl watching the show flapped its wings twice, a little frightened.
His eyes were stung by the old man's gaze, so Kane naturally had to find a suitable target to divert his attention.
Bai Gugu Miya, who is suspected of betraying himself, is an excellent target.
Amidst the dissatisfied cooing of the white-faced owl, the old man walked towards Kane with a sullen face and said nothing, as if he had lost interest in talking to Kane.
"I'm not... a strange demon... when I was conscious... Kane was already dead..."
After a pause, the old man continued to step forward in silence. The silver sword seemed to be withdrawn, but in fact it was slowly moving forward.
"Demon-breaking protection, shock."
Applying magic spells to the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword to target strange demons, he had to make sure that he penetrated his grandson's head with one blow, so that he could completely kill the cunning strange demons.
Seeing that it was useless to say anything, Kane stood still and pursed his lips, but calmly accepted the fact that he was about to die.
The only regret is that I have just experienced the mysterious side of this world and I am about to leave.
When I first heard that there were vampires in the world, I was still thinking about finding a cute vampire lady as my girlfriend...
But for Kane, he has already died once anyway, so dying again is not a big deal. If you die, you will suffer a loss, and if you die, you will not be fooled.
Facing the old man who was getting closer and closer with relief, Kane slowly closed his eyes.
"I don't owe Grandpa, Kane, or anyone in the Constantine family, Sister Kelly, Uncle Fern, Aunt Ramos, Aunt Jessica, Brother Fries, Sister Anna... I
I have always treated others with sincerity. I have never owed anyone anything in my life. I have always been owed nothing by others.
However, I obviously live an upright life, but I always die in a mysterious way..."
At this point, Kane gave up French and switched to Chinese, which seemed to be from another world.
"It was like this in the past life, and it is like this in this life. The world is unfair, and people in the world don't distinguish between black and white. It's ridiculous, sad, and lamentable. I have been a human being in two lives, but I have never controlled my own destiny. I am like a toy that is played with at will."
Herague stopped, the silver wave surged, and the tip of the silver sword was facing Kane's closed right eye.
He knew that as long as he stabbed the body of his grandson, the strange demon that had taken over his grandson's body would be instantly shaken to pieces.
Obviously, as long as he stabs him, he can kill this heretic in the skin of Sun Tzu.
It was so simple, so why did he stop the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword in mid-air.
Perhaps the strange demon in front of him has not revealed his evil yet, or maybe he really cannot let go of his love for his eldest grandson, or perhaps the sincere words in the strange demon's mouth have seduced him, making him unable to take action...
"Gugu? Gugugu!! (You still haven't done anything yet? He's not your grandson!)"
Realizing that the old man had not moved for a long time, Kane opened his eyes in confusion and glanced calmly at the sword tip that was almost touching his eyelashes. However, Kane turned his head to the side and looked at the sea of flowers in the flower garden.
Colorful purples and reds, the sea of flowers dances with the summer wind, and the fragrance of the forest mixed with earth blows in, playfully stirring up the blooming petals.
"I have never experienced such a beautiful scenery in my previous life. This trip is worth it."
With a more happy and satisfied smile on his face, Kane turned his head, letting his eyelashes touch the tip of the sword again, and smiled at the silent old man.
"Grandpa, it must be hard for you to take care of such a flower garden by yourself, right?"
Switching to French again, Kane pointed to the rose vine not far from him, which was stunted due to lack of sunlight due to its short size.
"After I die, please bury me under that rose vine. At least I can watch the dying rose regain its new life and grow up."
"..." Herage.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu! Gu Gu Gu Gu! (What are you hesitating about? It's a strange demon!)"
Taking out the revolver [Azure Snow Frost] from the enchanted bag, Herage aimed it at the flapping white-faced owl, successfully making the chattering owl close its beak.
"You don't need to worry about how I do things."
"Gurgugu! (Sooner or later you will be killed by this strange monster!)"
In anger, Mi Ya flapped her wings and flew away from the flower garden, and Herage took back the revolver.
Kane looked at Herrag in front of him with some confusion on his face.
"A heresy trial was conducted in the name of the first-level heresy judge of France, 'Kill the Priest.' The charges, possession by strange demons, conclusion, insufficient evidence, restriction of freedom, remain to be seen."
Putting down the Demon-Slaying Silver Sword, the expression on the old man's face remained as cold and hard as ever.
Looking at the confused Kane, Herage said calmly.
"Kane, in the next period of time, I will supervise you within the limits as your supervisor.
During the supervision period, I will use your actions as the standard of judgment, and I have the right to eliminate you as a heretic at any time, do you understand?"
Although he was a little confused, Kane nodded quickly.
Of course it would be best if he could not die. Compared with this, the so-called supervision period mentioned by the old man is almost the same as acquittal.
"Let's go."
After taking Kane back to the entrance of the flower garden, the old man turned back to look in the direction of the pavilion again.
In a daze, the old man seemed to have returned to twelve years ago, when he was sitting in the pavilion holding the thin Kane, listening to the young Kane looking at him with concern on his face.
