In the hall of the tall main house, Miller Carter, who had finally fully transferred his property from Jianhai County to Backlund, held the first banquet in his new mansion.
Although the surname Carter itself does not have any title embellishment, the wealth it symbolizes still attracts many nobles who only have a title to boast of and come to attend this commoner's party. The previous owner of this mansion——
Baronet Pound was one of them.
Rafter Pound, who had dark circles under his eyes and a slightly frivolous walk, was independent from the dance floor and only occupied a small corner. Even from time to time, some nobles, hindering the decency of social etiquette, just held a
With a cold mask, he nodded in greeting.
Everyone present knew that this baronet who had been demoted by His Royal Highness the King himself might one day be unable to retain even the afterglow of his ancestors.
However, compared to the naked contempt of others, the Viscount seemed not to care at all. He just lamented that he could not bring his mistress to such an occasion, and there was no one to accompany him even when drinking.
Baron Pound, who was covered in alcohol, looked around the seemingly harmonious dance floor with drunken eyes, but his brain was surprisingly clear, and he looked at the faces of every guest vigilantly.
Since the death of the old Viscount, those people have been there all the time, secretly staring at him from a place where he can't see or can see, only hoping to get the secrets hidden in the Pound family era.
The palms covered with a layer of soft flesh trembled slightly, and even Baron Pound, who was mostly red with alcohol, staggered against the wall behind him. From the outside, it seemed to outsiders that this playboy had drunk too much and lost his temper.
He has lost the dignity of the nobles and is about to make a fool of himself.
In the blur of disguise, Rafter Pound stared at the floor tiles under his feet that had changed colors. His eyes seemed to penetrate everything, and he saw the door behind which he had never stepped foot.
Two black thrones stand side by side on the stone platform. The highest-level ceremonial guards inherited from the Fourth Age are distributed on both sides. Under the dark stone hall, traces of swords and axes cover the four walls, guarding the center.
Looking at this dream-like scene, the last bit of alcohol that occupied Rafter Pound's mind disappeared. The cold breeze blew from the back of his head. No matter how dull the baron was, he could still notice it.
Come to the difference between fantasy and reality.
"Is this the inside of the ruins?"
He stared blankly at the Fourth Age style that could be seen everywhere. Whether it was fear or excitement, his breathing became heavier.
"This is the place where Alistair Tudor became a god. It was the most successful mockery of the 'Blood Emperor' against the gods of the star world."
A hoarse voice came from all directions. Although the content of the words seemed to be praising the "Blood Emperor" for his great achievements, in the eyes of Raft Pound, who was already fully awake, the unabashed yin and yang aura was not as good as
It's said that he is suppressing his true emotions.
In front of the closed stone door of the ruins hall, green vines hang down from the ceiling, with thick branches tightly entangled at the ends, suspended in mid-air slightly above the ground, and a pair of black leather boots rest naturally on the outside.
Rafter Pound, who was not aware of anything strange behind him at all, was breathing heavily, staring straight at the red flames that were ignited out of thin air in front of him, helplessly witnessing a red-haired young man with wings on his back walking out of it.
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Medici, whose body was somewhere between reality and reality, looked at the only descendant of the Tudor family in front of him, and felt a little bored for a moment.
Is this the last descendant of Alistair Tudor?
The red angel who had lost interest missed Rafter Pound, who was frozen in place and trembling. He had guessed a thing or two from the "glorious history" passed down by his family, and looked at Bernadette who was watching indifferently behind.
"Well, now that you have given me your last sincerity, I will fulfill my promise."
"After all, I'm not a bad parent who won't grant my children's wishes."
When the Red Angel, who was named after war, said these words, there was an indescribable meaning on his lips, but it didn't sound inconsistent at all.
Several red flames suddenly rose up. In the room with the corpses of Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn behind them, the bright flames ignited the two corpses piled in the corner, and the gray mist
It also slowly overflowed from the chest of the only one who was still slumped on the throne.
In the hall, Rafter Pound, whose body was also ignited by the flames, felt the heat of deboning, wailing helplessly, causing Bernadette, who was watching the ceremony, to frown slightly.
Since the death of the old Viscount, he has been hiding his true self behind a mask, fearfully trying to deceive interested people with false pretenses. Baron Pound, who can be said to be a coward, never thought that he would die from someone who was already dead.
The hands of the dead for thousands of years.
In his opinion, these former angels who died in the hands of His Majesty the "Blood Emperor" should have been the bricks and stones he stepped on when reviving his family.
Bright flames enveloped the baron's body. Before his eyes were about to lose light, in panic, he finally saw the clearest coat of arms in the hall.
In the iron-black badge frame, the hand holding the scepter seemed to be dripping with sticky blood.
boom.
The charred corpse fell straight towards the throne on the high platform and towards the direction of the badge.
In the dim hall, the two glass test tubes floating in Bernadette's hands shattered softly. The sharp glass fragments were spiritually stuck in the air. The two masses of mixed red blood exuded a faint light. It was like time and space were flowing backwards, and the surrounding fragments reappeared.
Gathered around them, they formed two scarlet gems.
Medici, whose body was still illusory, inserted his right hand towards his heart, and through the link of the gray mist from the illusory spirit body, he pulled out two spirits that were struggling to separate.
Wrapped in the mist, Sauron and Einhorn's faces were distorted with rage, but under the power of a higher level, they could not even utter an insult.
The spirit body that relied on the special treatment given to Medici by the "Secret" to survive was attracted by the symbol of blood. After all, it was sucked into the two scarlet gems without making a sound.
Feeling the heat in her hands, Bernadette frowned even more tightly.
"This ritual only separates their spirit bodies."
Looking directly at the expressionless Medici, Bernadette clenched her hands.
"Without the restraints of those gray mists, I have no way to drive them. I even need to provide my own spirituality to ensure that these two spirits will not dissipate."
She recalled the faces of the children of the old royal family, the Sauron family, before her father ascended the throne, and the suppressed anger in her eyes turned into a sharp sneer.
"Is this the 'conspirator'?"
Medici, who was resented by the child, shrugged nonchalantly. He was not as sharp as the rumors said. He just asked calmly:
"Is this a child?"
Seeing the older princess in front of her choked up, His Highness the Red Angel sneered.
"Our agreement is that you help me unlock the seal, but Her Royal Highness the Princess even got the blood of the royal family, but she couldn't get the blood of the ruined Medici family."
"Besides, I only promised you to give you the spirit bodies of those two guys, but I didn't say that I would also help train the children who are accustomed to relying on their parents."
"What do you think they are, dogs?"
Seeing Bernadette clutching her trophy tightly in front of her eyes, she looked away bitterly. Her Royal Highness the Red Angel, who was feeling more and more comfortable, let out a laugh and comforted her:
"But it doesn't matter. They are just two angels who took advantage of good luck and got promoted through the favor of the 'Black Emperor'. As long as you can fully fulfill our agreement, I may really be able to help you train and train you."
Unable to fight again and again, and unable to persuade her, Bernadette was the only one who had the initiative and needed to rely on the power of the King of Angels. Bernadette finally chose to remain silent.
Medici gave up as soon as he was satisfied and stopped pestering the little girl who was not fully grown up. He turned around and collected the charred corpse to avoid dirtying his living room.
A cold breeze slowly blew through the cracks in the door. Bernadette, who was almost in a recovered mood, stood up. The thick vines behind her suddenly dissipated and disintegrated into little emerald lights.
Bernadette turned around and walked back, driving the invisible servant to open the door and leave. Her back was turned to the red angel behind her, and her voice sounded a little dry.
"Surt should go to Binsi privately in two months."
"There is a mysterious organization hidden behind him, and he is suspected of having an affair with the son of the Creator. I hope to use your power when the time comes."
The crisp sound of black leather boots suddenly stopped.
"In addition to needing the blood of your own descendants to break free from the seal, you should also need a demigod's characteristics to restore your strength as soon as possible, right?"
In the empty and gloomy hall, the black wings drooped a lot. Medici looked down at the charred corpses on the ground that had not been cleaned up with lowered eyebrows, and a complicated smile slowly appeared.
"I take back what I said before, you are not a child."
The emotion in his eyes was fleeting, and Red Angel raised his eyebrows frivolously, and his smile became even worse.
"You are a smart kid."
The soft sound of black leather boots paused for a moment, and then the sound changed from orderly to disorganized, extremely rapid, getting farther and farther away, and gradually became inaudible.
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Backlund, Minsk Street 17
There was nothing to do during the day, so he put on makeup and went to the East District. After wandering around Kapin's sphere of influence for most of the day, Klein found nothing. In the end, it wasn't until the sun gradually set and the full red moon in the sky became faintly clear that he started to show signs of panic.
He stepped onto the gray mist, responded to his own sacrifice, and threw the master key into the pile of debris behind the seat.
After solving a major hidden danger, he calmly "passed by" the Harvest Church. After the diligent Priest Emlyn finally escaped from the enthusiastic female believers, he hurriedly walked forward and reminded him to repay the debt.
The commission fees and fares owed.
Detective Moriarty returned home happily after receiving fifty pounds and one soli.
Nine p.m.
Klein, who was watching the hour hand stop just in front of the number nine, suddenly stopped to hear the illusory sounds of prayer. Clouds were passing in the night sky outside the window, and the dark night was replaced by the alluring crimson.
Without any need to distinguish, he knew that it was Miss Magic who was saving his life. Without any hesitation, Klein decisively closed the curtains, extinguished the lights, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray fog.
As his spirituality touched the shrinking crimson star, in an instant, Forsi's hazy figure appeared on the seat with "layers of illusory doors" behind him.
She endured the severe headache caused by the delay in receiving prayers, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and saluted:
"Dear Mr. Fool, you saved me again."
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First update.
I’d better ask for monthly passes and recommendations. I’ve lost a lot of monthly passes recently...