This is an extremely neat room. Both the floor, walls, and ceiling are covered with a layer of pure white color. Bright and dazzling light fills the room, and even the shadows have nowhere to hide.
Derby and Zephirin were wearing tight straitjackets, with circles of iron chains tied around their bodies. A faint light floated on the chains, sealing the ether in their bodies. Now they were under restraints, and the bodies of the lambs to be slaughtered.
No different.
Zephyrin had passed out completely, his head was drooping, his cheeks were covered with sweat, and a little blood overflowed from his eyes, which looked like his red eyeballs had melted.
Ivan removed his hand from Zephirin's head, shook his head in distress, and then set his eyes on Derby.
Derby noticed Ivan's gaze and recalled what Zephyrin had just experienced. Fear made Derby keep struggling, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still firmly bound to the spot and unable to move.
Ivan took a look at Derby. According to the document report, Derby's rank was a power bearer, which meant that it would be much more troublesome for him to deal with it than for Zephyrin.
Fortunately, this was not the first time Ivan had to deal with such a person in power. He skillfully picked up the awl and stabbed it along the holes in the tights.
Heartbreaking pain spread from the body, and Debi trembled in pain, but this was not the end. There were many holes in the straitjacket, and Ivan slowly sent one awl after another into Debi's body.
These awls are not ordinary mortal objects, but an alchemical weapon. Under their strangulation, Derby's moment soul began to collapse and became riddled with holes.
Ivan gestured, "Open your mouth."
Debi's eyes hesitated, but recalling what happened to Zephyrin, he still opened his mouth in humiliation and bit the towel handed by Ivan.
Then Ivan picked up the razor, carefully cleaned the hair on Derby's forehead, and pressed his palm on his forehead.
The alchemical matrix emerged from Ivan's arm, and with the penetration of the secret energy of the Ethereal School, Derby's consciousness was invaded.
"Uh! Uh!"
Debi felt as if he had been electrocuted, his body twitched violently, his eyes began to turn white, and blood oozed from the white towel.
The mental pain far exceeded the physical torture. The harsh buzzing sound echoed endlessly in Debi's mind, as if someone was squeezing his skull with an electric drill, drilling through the flesh and bone, and stirring the soft brain tissue into one.
Bloody mess.
Thousands of nerves screamed hard, and physiological instinct forced Derby to faint. However, before his consciousness was completely extinguished, the medicine injected in advance took effect at this moment, strengthening Derby's sanity and keeping him awake.
The invasion of consciousness did not last long. Ivan raised his hand, and as the glow dissipated, he released the secret energy.
Browsing through other people's consciousness is also a big drain on Ivan. It feels like you are required to read a book in a few minutes and capture key information from the book.
Debi collapsed completely like a dead person, and blood seeped into the towel bit by bit, with blood stains dripping at the end. There have been similar cases in the past where towels blocked the mouths of prisoners, causing vomit to get stuck in the respiratory tract, causing them to suffocate.
.
Suffocation could not kill the Night Clan, but Ivan habitually opened his mouth, took out the towel, turned around and left the room, Ivan took off his gloves and let out a long breath.
…
As usual, he returned to his office and recorded the fragmented information obtained in the minds of the two people during the subconscious attack.
Before Ivan could write a few lines, the landline phone on the table buzzed. When he picked up the phone, a familiar voice rang.
"How's it going?"
"Generally," Ivan picked up the pen and tapped on the table, "their memories have been encrypted and only some fragmented information can be obtained."
Looking at the neat handwriting on the paper, Ivan continued, "I'm trying to put them together."
"Okay," the voice on the phone was silent for a moment, "Serei will come in the morning."
Ivan clenched his pen tightly and looked nervous, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Vonn said, "Just a simple reminiscing about old times, and some... information about this matter."
"Now it is certain that the altered text on "The Oath of Dawn" was done by Sere. His move was to hide someone. As long as we find out who that person is, we may be able to find clues."
"But that was a hundred years ago."
"There are not a few people who have survived a hundred years ago."
Ivan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will report this to the decision-making room. Is there anything else?"
Looking at the schedule, Ivan's work schedule these days is full.
"Well, actually, I have another guess about this matter."
"Tell me about it."
Vonn said, "Don't you think this attack by the Night Clan is a bit too aggressive? Whether it's Ralph's rebellion or the Night Clan's targeted attack, what you need to know is that what they are facing is the Morning Clan.
The Barrier of Wind.”
Inside Morrowind Fortress there is the rebellious Ralph, outside there is Derby who orders many alchemy creatures to commit suicide attacks with blood boiling, and there is Zephyrin who relies on soul-breaking poison to infiltrate the defenses of the virtual realm, as well as many other people participating in the war.
The night tribe...
Their plan was perfect, but no matter how perfect the plan was, it seemed very aggressive and ridiculous when faced with such insurmountable difficulties.
"I couldn't understand these things at first, but after Sere found me, I suddenly realized it."
Vonn recounted the dire possibility.
"Perhaps the Regent's target is not the Clerks family at all, nor is it the Dawn Oath.
For the regent, compared to the hatred of the Krex family, what is truly intolerable is Sere's betrayal."
Vonn was deeply touched by this situation. That night, he hated Ralph's betrayal more than the Night Clan.
"The regent must know something, such as the identity of the person hidden by Sere. He is using this to launch an attack on us in order to draw out Sere."
A crisp sound came from Ivan's hand, and he saw that the pen had been broken by him, and ink spilled from the gap, like black blood.
Ivan murmured, "Since the Dawn War, Sere has been hiding in the Undead Club. As long as he nominally belongs to the Undead Club, no one can hurt him. Likewise, he can't interfere in this world.
I can only exist as an absolute bystander."
"The real purpose of the regent is to send a signal to Sere. He knows who that person is, and he is trying every possible means to drag Sere into the water. If Sere wants to continue to protect that person, he will inevitably leave the Undead Club... Then
He can be killed."
…
Within the microphone, Vonn's voice was deep and depressed.
Ivan sighed, "For someone?"
Being so crazy about someone sounds romantic and silly.
"Who knows? Despite Sere's appearance, he is actually very mysterious," Vonn said, "Maybe 'that person' is just a name for something?"
Ivan asked, "Have you told Sere this?"
"No, I don't think I have truly understood Sere, just like I have never understood what is on the island bathed in eternal sunshine.
But I understand that Sere is a arrogant and unscrupulous guy. It can be seen from the fact that he chose to destroy the Eternal Night Empire for that person. If you tell him this, he should immediately leave the Undead Club and fight with the Regent.
You die and I live."
Vonn's voice paused, "This is no longer the era a hundred years ago. No matter how young Sere looks, he is actually an old guy. He has no strength, but the alchemy matrix he carries is extremely heavy.
.
For Sere, today's world is full of dangers, and no matter how arrogant the Night Clan lord is, all he holds is a rough and blunt sword."
The alchemical matrix is engraved in the soul. Once the implant is completed, there is no possibility of changing it. For a being like Sere who has a lifespan much longer than Ralph, the alchemical matrix implanted by Sere can almost be used as the "original"
to describe.
"Retired people should stay retired. I persuaded him that the Order Bureau will be responsible for this matter."
Vonn then sighed, "Sometimes I feel strange that Sere is a real scumbag, but he is indeed my friend."
Ivan said, "I will focus on monitoring the movements of the Undead Club."
"Okay, please."
Vonn hung up the phone, his words filled with deep confusion.
No one knows what Serre is thinking, just like no one knows what happened during the Dawn War.
Ivan paused and looked straight at the paper on the table. The overflowing ink dyed the paper through. Ivan sighed deeply, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and got up to prepare.
handwashing.
When he opened the door, a strange figure was standing at the door. Ivan immediately became alert. Just as he was about to launch an attack, the strangeness gradually faded and a sense of familiarity returned.
As if the forgotten memory was picked up again, Ivan looked at the visitor as if he suddenly understood, and then his eyes were a little unbearable, as if he was pitying the other person.
It took Ivan dozens of seconds to remember the identity of the other party, but the strangeness still affected Ivan, and he tentatively mentioned the name in his memory.
"Church?"
The familiar yet unfamiliar face said, "Hello, team leader, it's me."