Thick rain clouds engulfed Freeport, strong winds carried raindrops, and repeatedly hammered the house. The already loose and simple house gradually began to shake, as if it would be uncovered in the next second.
The room was extremely humid, and everything was wet, even people. Clothes stuck to the body, and it felt like one hadn't dried off after taking a shower.
Water was leaking from the roof, dripping to the ground, collecting with the water on the ground, messy things floating on the water, and groups of rats swimming by from time to time.
The sea water that rose a few minutes ago poured into the pipe, and the pipe mouth was opened. The dirty wastewater overflowed into the room and was everywhere. The pipe mouth was half open, and the sound of the roaring sea wind and the sound of gurgling waves came from inside.
It's like a big snake scurrying through the pipe, looking for an exit.
It's another rainy day.
Hert remembered that the last time he went to sea, it was also a rainy day. That rainstorm was engraved in his soul like a brand. Hert had returned to that day countless times in his dreams, smelling the moist sea breeze and himself.
The stench of a roasted soul.
Ah... that time I went to sea.
Everything changed after that voyage. Nolen became a navigator, and he was exiled into the shadows. In order to keep his wife and daughter alive, Hert was burdened with debt and stayed with these filthy things all day long.
How did everything come to be like this?
Helt tried to think about it, but there was a cramping pain in his mind, and the whispers continued. Countless rats emerged from the water, and they crawled all over Helt's body.
Walter could barely maintain the weight of the rats and almost fell to his knees.
A flash of thunder flashed outside the window, and the rumble of thunder woke up Hert. He stood sluggishly in front of the sink, and the rats disappeared.
Where did your debt come from?
Hult had some unclear memories. Since that trip to sea, his hallucinations had become more severe, and now even his memory has begun to decline significantly.
He held the sink with both hands, a hoarse laugh sounded in his throat, and looking at himself in the mirror, Hert thought of his dead father.
In the end, my father was no different from a corpse. His atrophied muscles made him unable to speak, and he was trapped in crazy hallucinations all day long.
Even though the Sublime Master can etherify the body, the inborn defects are still hard to escape, let alone eliminate. My father would often lose control and sway his secret energy wantonly, causing the crumbling house to collapse and be damaged.
Actually... Helt knew.
Hert knew that his father was not crazy and that the shrunken mummy had not lost his mind. He did this on purpose, deliberately destroying it, deliberately destroying it, and deliberately arousing everyone's boredom and hatred.
My father made a dark wish.
Hurt has always been a smart child. He knew what his father meant, and then he fulfilled his father's wish and pierced his heart with a dagger to free him from this miserable body.
Looking back now, it seems that it was also a rainy day.
At that time, he was far less professional than he is now. The dagger failed to completely kill his father, and he opened his eyes in pain.
I was extremely scared, but there was no panic or anger in my father's eyes.
His father just looked at himself tenderly, and looked at him quietly until all the blood flowed out.
Nolen understood himself, and everyone understood him, and believed that he committed this grave crime of patricide in order to free his father, but only Hert himself understood that it was a revenge.
He wanted to shout to his dying father, whose crazy and foolish behavior caused his mother to be crushed to death by the collapse caused by the secret energy, but in the end he couldn't say anything, as if he didn't want to torture this tired soul anymore.
Just watch.
There was a stinging sensation on his cheek, and Heert touched it. The razor accidentally cut the skin, and his hand became bright red.
Hult wiped off the water vapor on the mirror, concentrated, carefully removed the stubble on his cheeks, cut off the knotted hair, combed his hair into a neat short hair, and changed his dirty clothes.
new.
At first glance, Hult seemed to have returned to his former self.
"Am I an animal or a human being?"
Hult looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.
Fortunately, all this is no longer important. He no longer needs to act for the devil or sacrifice his precious soul. As long as he completes this task, he will cure Emily's illness and eliminate the paranoia.
Culled from the Terry family's bloodline.
Welcome to a better life.
Grabbing the long knife on the side, Hert had just taken a few steps when a harsh buzzing sounded in his ears, as if there were countless bees flying around him.
The auditory hallucinations gradually dissipated, and Hert vaguely realized that he had forgotten something. He was confused for a while, and then suddenly thought of it.
Picking up the landline phone on the table, Hert turned the roulette wheel skillfully and pressed the number engraved in his heart. After a short busy tone, a crisp voice sounded.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Emily."
Hurt laughed sincerely. The moment he heard the sound, he felt that everything he had paid was worth it.
"How's Mom? Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, things are going well here too."
"Oh, by the way, after today's business is over, I can go back. You can see me in five days at most, no, three days at most."
"Well, wait for me at home."
Putting down the phone, Hert was immersed in sweet dreams. The moment he opened the door, he felt forgotten again.
I seem to have forgotten something...
never mind.
Helt no longer thought about it, gripped the long knife, and stepped into the storm.
There was a rumbling sound from the mouth of the pipe, the rising tide overflowed, the water level in the room gradually rose, and the rats in the filth kept rolling around.
One mouse stepped on the body of its companion and jumped onto the table, and then more mice climbed onto the table. They rubbed against each other, and the landline phone was completely knocked over, and it fell into the water with the broken phone cord.
The phone line was disconnected a long time ago.
Same as Hert's sanity.
"What is our identity now? The lunatics from the Order of Truth, are you going to discuss with the United Company about illegal smuggling in the next year?"
Palmer was holding a black umbrella. Even if the wind and rain were so fierce, it could not hide the bad words he was talking about.
Dua emphasized, "First of all, we the Truth Monks are not crazy, but great seekers of knowledge. We can be regarded as the only one of King Solomon..."
Dua was like an ancient nobleman. He opened his mouth and introduced his noble bloodline that spanned countless generations.
"Secondly..."
"Secondly, shut up and stay quiet."
Jeffrey cut off the bickering between the two. Not long after setting off, Jeffrey had already begun to worry about the next move.
In order to maintain the balance of capabilities, the operations team was split into what it is now. Without Lebius, it was like losing a certain safety guarantee, and Jeffrey felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Palmer was similar to Jeffrey, but he didn't feel uneasy. No one talked to him anymore. He was a little lonely and bored now.
After losing Boluogo, the first thing Palmer did was to torture Duva. After thinking about it all the way, Palmer found that Duva also had a bit of humor in him, which could be used as a temporary entertainment.
Jeffrey stopped, and the two people behind him also stopped. The crowd gathered in front, everyone holding an umbrella, and the colorful umbrellas were spliced together, like a floral skirt covering the port.
.
The guards stood far away, and the crowd walked along the boarding ladder in an orderly manner and arrived at the Paradise one by one.
Palmer raised his head and sighed, "It's so big."
The Paradise stands on the sea. From a distance, it looks like a large billboard with the words United Company on it. There is nothing noteworthy about it at all, but when you stand in front of it, you can deeply realize the characteristics of this big ship.
Magnificent.
The cruise ship is like a giant beast floating out of the deep sea. Looking to both sides, the rain and fog cover the hull, as if the ship has no end. A light shines from above, providing illumination in this cloudy weather. The light is smudged into large pieces by the water vapor.
The spots are like the glowing eyes of a sea monster.
Palmer stared at Dua, "In other words, as seekers of the Order of Truth, this is our next identity card?"
Dua didn't understand, "What is the ID card?"
"Board games, role-playing," Palmer explained, "have you never played this?"
"No."
"Then you are a bit ignorant."
Duva didn't know what to say for a moment. The existence of Palmer really shattered his past illusions about the dark and iron-blooded nature of the Bureau of Order. It seemed that the Bureau of Order was not all cold-faced killers.
"The identity card is the identity we play in the next game," Palmer murmured to himself, "We are no longer ourselves, but the identity we pretend to be, and everything we do must conform to that identity.
Identity...that is, becoming another person."
Dewar had never played board games, so naturally he couldn't understand what Palmer was saying. He just thought that this guy was crazy and ignored him.
"You go ahead."
Jeffrey said to Duva and moved away, "Don't be so clever."
Until this moment, Jeffrey still didn't believe in Dua, but there was really no other way at the moment. They needed the alchemist to open the way.
Dua looked determined, affirming the heavy responsibility, "Remember what you promised."
There are many participants in the Paradise Banquet. As long as they meet the conditions, the United Company welcomes guests. Ordinary people will do ordinary people's business, and Ninghua people will do Ninghua people's business.
Duva walked forward quickly. Alchemists who control knowledge are often respected by people. Even if Duva comes from the Order of Truth, looking at his enthusiastic look, Palmer almost thought that Duva was installed by the Bureau of Order.
spy.
"This guy is really a lunatic."
Palmer said to himself that Dewar's fanaticism in order to participate in the study of the original things can be seen.