Clark was still crying softly: "I... fell... I fell into the pursuit of delicious food... I became a monster... I turned my back on the path of archaeology... Secret Keeper Si Sui, please forgive me.
crime!"
Aaron fell silent.
Clark Dass is the most cautious Beyonder he has ever seen.
The other party not only knows a lot of mystical knowledge, but is also good at using rules to cleverly avoid some costs and obtain mysterious power.
But even such an extraordinary person still fell because of a moment of failure to check...
This kind of depravity comes from the heart and is not contaminated by external forces.
Therefore, even the "spirit of vanity" cannot save him.
Because, this is Clark's own choice!
Although the "Historical Recall" ritual of the "Secret" Road seems to be quite comprehensive, weird and terrifying, it doesn't cost much to master powerful extraordinary abilities at a low level... But in fact, those costs are just hidden.
It's just a matter of getting up. Every time you use the extraordinary ability, it is a test of your willpower.'
A realization came to Aaron's mind.
'Recalling the power of the same element multiple times, and imitating too high-level power at a low level will double the risk! This is how Clark was fooled!'
'The problem here is that perhaps even the school of thought behind him is not clear? Or... Clark's mentor hasn't had time to teach it yet?'
Aaron sighed and heard Clark's voice: "What are you going to do with me? Kill me, a man-eating monster?"
He looked at Clark and found that he had turned into a half-ghoul. The nails on one hand had become longer and the edges were dark and sharp.
Aaron closed his eyes, and the scenes after arriving at Green Forest appeared before his eyes.
"When I first came to this city, you gave me a lot of help. We were also friends... and I am not a good person. If you kill my friend, I will choose to kill you. But now..."
He thought for a moment and said, "Do you know about the 'deportation order'?"
"The ancient lords punished the prisoners in their territory by expelling them from the territory and prohibiting them from coming back... You want to... expel me? Let me leave this city?" Clark answered in a low voice.
"Yes, leave the Green Forest range. I don't want to see you again! Otherwise...I will kill you with my own hands next time!"
Aaron said as if taking an oath.
"Thanks……"
Clark's figure curled up and turned into the wise old man he once was.
He took off his mask, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can I ask you two things?"
"explain!"
Aaron didn't let down his guard, but he didn't pay much attention either.
Even his previous self could easily handle this Clark, let alone now after his promotion.
"This is the certificate of our school. I can no longer teach Bruce Field. I would like to ask you to escort him to Pulmouth, to Green George District, No. 7 Mercury Street, to find a man named 'Cornelius'
Sir, he will take Bruce to my school... By the way, the school I belong to is called - 'Eye of Gumon'!"
Clark pulled off a silver necklace from his neck and handed it to Aaron.
In the dim light, Aaron could see the main body of the pendant, which was a silver mysterious vertical eye pattern.
"I will, I promise."
He nodded, a hint of sadness suddenly filling his heart.
The next moment, he saw Clark take out a silver metal vial from his arms, open it, and pour all the liquid inside into his mouth.
Clark quickly became weak and fell to the ground, twisting his body in pain.
Dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said miserably: "Since...the first hunting...I have prepared this bottle...of the medicine that is said in ancient books to be able to poison ghouls...ahem...look...
Get up, it's quite effective..."
Aaron did not come to the rescue. He could see that Clark seemed to be determined to die due to a mental breakdown.
This is also not affected by external influences, but is the other party's own choice!
"The second...the second thing...in my study...there is a manuscript about Earl Greenson's latest archaeological discovery...help me publish it!"
Clark prayed.
"It will be published."
Aaron nodded, took off his hat, and watched Clark die painfully little by little.
Clark turned over, looked up at the snowflakes and ice edges on the roofs on both sides, and said with satisfaction: "October is the season of our Lord... and the following November and December... they... they are each represented by death.
The sexual signs are controlled by the two Si Sui... Now is December, which is really a suitable season for death..."
"The existence that controls November...is the real 'God of Death' and 'Lord of the Underworld'..."
"To be able to...die in the ice and snow in December...it was the 'Ice God', the 'One who does not melt ice' who came to embrace me..."
Aaron suddenly looked up and found that large swaths of snowflakes had begun to fall in the sky again.
They quickly covered the pool of blood and the body, leaving only a layer of white.
"The 'Unmelting Ice One'... In addition to 'Yao', does he also have some authority over 'Ming'?"
Aaron looked a little dazed when he heard a familiar name.
But I don't know why, but it feels very reasonable.
The ‘Unmelting Ice One’ is the transformation of most of the corpses of the [Scarlet Creator], which itself represents ‘death’!
It is conceivable to grasp some of the elements of ‘Ming’ from this.
"It starts with ice and ends with ice..."
Aaron murmured, leaned over Clark's body, and picked up a monocle that looked like ice crystals.
Immediately, he lifted the opponent's body with one hand and jumped into the sewer nearby.
The heavy snow continues to fall, covering up all traces of evil in the world...
…
The next day, early morning.
"Teacher, teacher!"
Bruce walked into Clark's house excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.
Although he had not participated in the last expedition to the ruins, he felt that his extraordinary abilities had made great progress.
Perhaps, it won’t be long before you can be promoted from an ‘archaeological apprentice’ to a ‘folklorist’.
Well, after Bruce came back from the Lotus Eater Village, he also made great progress and opened the first essence.
The 'folklore scholar', on the other hand, purely follows the 'secret' path, the name of the second essence!
He rushed into the door excitedly, but heard the maid crying: "Mr. Field... Master, he had a heart attack last night and passed away... Mr. Aaron took his will and was preparing to handle his funeral...
…”
"What?"
Bruce's expression was dull, and he almost had to hold on to the table next to him to prevent him from fainting: "How could it be? How could this happen? How could the teacher get sick and die? He...he..."
Bruce rushed into the bedroom and saw Clark Dax lying on the bed, as if he was still sleeping peacefully.
