Emerald Territory, West End of the Inner City of Fidelity, Pale Clock Tower.
With a building height of ninety-eight meters, the clock tower in the style of the Dark Ages (quasi-Victorian) has become the most dazzling pearl of Fidelity.
The palisade-style jade square pillars composed of pure white marble ripple with intoxicating colorful luster in the sparkling moon river. The seven-meter-diameter crimson magic steel alloy dial is evenly distributed with finely forged black steel and black steel produced by the Immortal Fortress.
The scale is inlaid with 365 colored opals, and the sword-shaped hands are made of bright silver Demacia steel. If you look closely, you will find that the second and minute hands are enlarged versions of the Star Talisman Blade and the Fire Talisman Blade.
When the second hand and minute hand overlap, they will form the combined shape of the hour hand (the Starfire Talisman is the divine sword used by the angel sisters).
There are four such luxurious and noble clock dials. They are connected to the magic crystal power device with exquisite gears and levers. The hands are driven to rotate according to the pulse of magic energy in the crystal. Each beat will emit a precise and heavy sound.
The clicking sound is like the song of a clock that never rests.
In the evening, on top of the pale bell tower that is not open to the public, a slightly crouched figure appeared on the edge of the unprotected tower outside the bell room. The refreshing wind blew the squeaking bells at a thrilling amplitude.
At the corner of his clothes, the man with a delicate face didn't care at all whether he would jump down in the strong wind and become a fallen crimson embellishment of holiness.
The metal door of the bell room was pushed open, and the high-top bayonet boots made heavy and regular footsteps on the tiles. He was wearing a set of customized top-level assassination equipment. Although the face of the visitor was not clean, it was full of features.
The strong stubble and vicious snake-like eyes make the man full of fatal threats from beginning to end. If coupled with the indirect and terrifying smile that never stops, it is enough to make the most ruthless hunter in the dark
He picked up his tail and ran away.
Hector, one of the four elders of the Night Blade, has countless dead souls under his command. Even the most vicious and ruthless Night Blade killer will shudder unconsciously after hearing the name 'Hector'.
Shiver, unlike others, Hector hates rubbish nicknames such as 'Bloody Hand Butcher' or 'Skinned Demon'. He only has one name, and that is his real name.
Thanks to his dog sister, Hector has a son-of-a-bitch nephew who he can't kill.
After a few steps to the young man's side, Hector took out a gold box from his dark red cloak, pushed open the lid of the box, and the man took out a purified tan chewing stick from the box and held it directly in his mouth.
inside,
The chewing stick is rich in the purified paralytic toxin Yuezibai. The dose is enough to cause an adult man to die suddenly on the spot. However, the man tastes the pleasure brought by the poison without caring. The man even fantasizes about losing his balance because of the chewing stick.
, and ended his life by jumping off the bell tower.
The pleasure of being on the edge of death is the same as being skinned...
Supreme pleasure.
"No matter how many times you look down from the pale clock tower, Fidelite is a very beautiful and orderly city. The dense underground waterways and grids deeply bury the filth, and are rustled by undercurrents in places where people can't see it.
Wash away...yes, I'm talking about trash like you who should have died long ago."
"So, uncle, should I die like this?"
Regarding his nephew's answer, Hector nodded without hesitation, with his usual sneer.
"Just don't die near the bell tower designed by the master. If you leave the bell tower, you can die wherever you like."
"Oh, then I'd better not die first."
Hector stopped talking, just chewing the paralyzing toxin, silently looking at the sunset in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
Every time he sat on the edge of the clock tower, Sacco could clearly feel his life passing by. The clicking sound of the second hand made his body seem alive instead of a walking shell.
A dark cloud floated in from a distance, covering the few remaining rays of sunlight, plunging the world into darkness and making Saco feel a little more comfortable.
Although he is no longer afraid of the sun, he still prefers to hide in small, dark places, which makes him feel safer.
"uncle……"
"If you fart, just let it go. If you want to die, die as soon as possible. I don't remember teaching you to hesitate. You are like a waste."
"Can I... take one more look at... her?"
What's her name, her mother's name?
Sako was a little confused.
I don’t know when, my mother’s face became a little blurry, and only a fragmented smile and a warm heart were left in the memory. It was like the fragments of a mirror that were difficult to piece together again. She kept reminding herself not to forget.
, but still forgot a lot of things.
So much so that it became difficult to say the simple word mother, as if saying mother would make me immature again and return to that dark dungeon, tightly bound by chains.
Or maybe the reason why I don't say the word mother is because I have other feelings.
Sacco knew that he was unwilling, but he was willing because she was the only woman he paid attention to and cared about in his life.
This tangle is like being bitten on the finger by a beloved poisonous snake. You want to chop off the poisonous snake's head with a knife, but you can't bear it. Instead, you relax your muscles and let the poisonous snake bite deeper for the sake of love...
"...Disgusting brat, he looks exactly like your bastard."
As if he was aware of the man's contradictory thoughts and emotions, Hector narrowed his eyes and took a mouthful of 'hehe', wanting to spit out thick phlegm, but then he thought that this was the sacred place designed by the master for the Blade of the Night, and forcefully
He swallowed the thick phlegm again.
All this going on made Hector lose the idea of continuing to taste the moonlight.
Hector bit off the half-chewed chewing stick and put it back into the gold box, and swallowed what was in his mouth.
Regarding Hecht's answer, Sacco was not surprised at all. It just didn't exceed expectations, but that didn't mean he wasn't disappointed.
In fact, he was disappointed every time and expected no hope, but he still had obsessions and sadness that he couldn't let go of.
"Bastard, the master wants to see you. If nothing else happens, I'm afraid your magical journey is about to begin. Come here early tomorrow so that you can look like a human being."
Sacco's eyes brightened a little,
Apart from the woman who nurtured him and his uncle, there was another very important person who completely affected his life. This person also gave him love and warmth, and changed his life path towards death. Others will never forget it.
A role that is irreplaceable.
Lester, his master.
Only with his master behind him will he forget all fears, abandon all obsessions, and find a touch of peace and tranquility in the abyss.
"If your performance satisfies the master, I can consider letting you meet her."
"Winter~"
"Winter~"
"Winter~"
The hour hand pointed at the 'six' position, and the majestic and heavy bell rang, indicating that the day's work was completed, and the remaining time should be enjoyed in peace, which is sacred and cannot be violated by anyone.
This is your own time.
Hector's figure had disappeared. Shaco clutched his chest and watched the last setting sun.
Only he knows how fast his heart beats when the bell rings.
