The Count of Leipzig finally arrived at the Ziggurat reluctantly.
No one came to receive him, but when he arrived, the closed door of the ziggurat slowly opened with a creak.
The lights inside the ziggurat are dim, and the old wooden floors make a creaking sound just by walking on them.
"...cough...cough..."
The Count of Leipzig couldn't stop coughing just as he stepped into the ziggurat.
He frowned and covered his nose with his hand.
There is an old-fashioned atmosphere everywhere here.
It's like the smell of a shabby old house with peeling walls and covered with spider webs. The smell you get after opening the creaking door and entering. It's also similar to an old library that no one has entered for many years... just walking there
Next to the bookshelf, you can smell a "smell of time".
If you take out a dusty book at this time and open it, you will be choked by the suddenly strong smell of the book and cough uncontrollably.
"This shabby place..."
The Count of Leipzig could not stop cursing.
Just when he walked in here, he felt a chill on the top of his head. All the random thoughts in his heart were only a touch of nervousness and caution, and all kinds of distracting thoughts were swept away.
It was as if I had suddenly entered a completely soundproof environment amidst the noise of life I was accustomed to. It was so quiet that it was uncomfortable.
When the Count of Leipzig passed the first light in the corridor, their roar suddenly became very high. The original orange torch suddenly turned into a faint blue, and a ferocious skull emerged from it.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"
Sharp laughter echoed from all directions of the Earl of Leipzig. In an instant, all the torches in the corridor spurted out, turning into streaks of blue will-o'-the-wisps.
The bone-chilling chill seeped out, turning the Count of Leipzig's complexion as white as a corpse - a thin layer of frost emerged from his skin, and his golden oily hair was neatly combed back.
Traces of frosty white also appeared.
At this moment, the Count of Leipzig suddenly heard a ticking sound.
He turned around, only to find that a faucet was spinning on its own. Blood-like liquid slowly flowed out from it. The "blood" on the ground flowed, gradually forming messy handwritten fonts one after another:
——Get out!
--Kill you!
——Look back!
——Don’t go!
-You are not welcome!
…
"--snort."
The Earl of Leipzig snorted coldly, and the depths of his pupils flickered slightly with crimson. The blood of the Son of the Moon surged, making his complexion instantly rosy, and those frost marks also melted.
"I want to see the dark side."
He said this to the depths of the dark corridor: "I come on behalf of Pomponazzi's will."
And as if to fight him, the ziggurat went crazy in an instant - the sharp laughter instantly became much louder, turning into layers of headache-inducing and nauseating screams. On both sides of the corridor
The torch kept burning and extinguishing, and the door at the end of the corridor opened with a bang, then closed violently.
A translucent spirit suddenly emerged from the wall - it was a little boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old. He floated over with a fierce expression, and suddenly turned into a translucent figure as he approached the Earl of Leipzig.
The skeleton opened its mouth and blew out an icy breath at him.
At this moment, the Earl of Leipzig suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the undead's face.
He exerted force with his right hand, and his body was obviously incorporeal, but it made a creaking sound. In an instant, several undead souls rushed over from the wall one after another. The Earl of Leipzig still clenched his right hand to exert force, and tried his best to wave his left hand in the air, thinking
Disperse them.
Finally, when a pair of hands emerged from under the floor and held his calf, the Earl of Leipzig finally couldn't bear it anymore——
A crimson halo ignited under his pupils again, and a blood-red flame burst out from the palm of his right hand holding the ghost's head, spreading towards his whole body!
Seeing that those flames were about to ignite the ghosts surrounding him... But at this moment, the flame in his hand suddenly seemed to go back in time, dyeing from the end to the beginning, turning into a cold blue will-o'-the-wisp.
.
Just when the will-o'-the-wisp was about to spread to his skin, the Count of Leipzig suddenly removed the flame.
At this moment, the Earl of Leipzig noticed... an old man wearing a black robe appeared in front of the closed corridor door.
His hair has gone bald, and only some pure white hair remains around his ears and the back of his head. But he has the same pure white beard, which is always connected to his hair.
He wore small round glasses with thin rims and a straight face, looking unhappy. He was as thin as a shadow, which reminded people of dead trees covered with snow in winter.
The old man pointed the bone staff he held in his hand at the Earl of Leipzig - obviously, the blood and fire summoned by the Earl of Leipzig before was suppressed and dyed by him.
Of course the Count of Leipzig knows him. This is the actual manager of the Ziggurat, and his status is not lower than his own.
Because of this, the Count of Leipzig nodded slightly to him and put his right hand on his chest as a salute.
"His Excellency Adolf von Menzel."
The Earl of Leipzig raised his head gracefully and showed a friendly smile: "I come with the goodwill and greetings of my master, my respected father, my blood, Mr. Franz Pomponazzi."
"Say something quickly."
Adolf said coldly.
The Earl of Leipzig said kindly and enthusiastically: "I would like to ask, where is Miss Aleister Crowley? She may also be known as Miss Bayard... In fact, she is a friend of His Excellency the Red Prime Minister for many years. My family
The master wants me to ask her to go back and talk..."
"I've never heard of Miss Aleister."
Adolf's tone was still cold: "Please come back."
The Earl of Leipzig just smiled: "You are joking... My people have already seen Miss Aleister enter the ziggurat. I have no hostility towards her. It would be better to say that I respect her with the greatest respect."
Come. Regardless of whether she is willing to agree to my master's invitation, she must let me meet her first... With her personal response, it will be easier for me to do business when I go back, right?"
"Oh," Dean Adolf nodded, "there is such a person."
"That……"
"But she's gone."
Adolf said sincerely: "She is not in the ziggurat now. Please come back."
The Earl of Leipzig began to lose his nerve - Adolf's reaction told him that the information he had received was correct, Miss Aleister was indeed in the ziggurat, and the ziggurat did not want him to see her.
Is it Miss Aleister's own intention? Or is this the Ziggurat's targeting? Or... is this a personal conflict between the first generation of the Black Phase and the first generation of the Red Phase?
The Count of Leipzig frowned and thought for a moment.
He decided to be a little tougher.
"——Your Excellency, Vice-Chancellor, this matter is very important. I am not kidding. For her, Mr. Pomponazzi rushed directly from Lionheart City to Leipzig at this critical moment and searched for her here for three whole days.
.I have known that gentleman for nearly a hundred years, but I have never seen him so serious."
The Earl of Leipzig first emphasized the importance of the matter, and then said seriously: "Miss Aleister should be my master's former lover. This is a private matter, and neither you nor I have the right to interfere."
"……Um?"
Adolf frowned.
He thought of Miss Aleister's figure, and his eyes towards the Count of Leipzig began to turn unkind.
The old man said leisurely: "So, you must see Miss Aleister?"
"This is an extremely important mission given to me by my master."
The Earl of Leipzig emphasized: "I don't want things to get too stiff - my master should be on his way too. If I can't complete my mission, then I will have no shame to leave the ziggurat. By then, none of us will
Looks good. Now my master is the guardian of the new king. This is no longer a request made by me as the Lord of Leipzig, but a request made in the name of Valentine VIII——"
The implication is that he is unable to leave, right?
Adolf laughed, not afraid at all.
"In that case," the old man said leisurely, "then don't leave...you can't leave anyway."
He stroked his staff gently and sang a low and ancient chant.
The Earl of Leipzig's body gradually became stiff, as did his thoughts.
He lowered his head in panic and saw that his body was gradually condensing.
Because he didn't expect that Adolf would dare to attack him even after he informed Peng Bonazi that he was about to arrive!
"you--"
His voice became jittery. Because his thinking time was stretched, his body movements also jittered one after another - the manipulation of the human body is a continuous process. If its continuity is interrupted,
, that will not turn people's movements into mechanical dance...but will make it difficult for people to move and twitch in place.
The Count of Leipzig tried to speak out his spirit, but the fragmented words could not arouse the slightest bit of authoritative power.
"I'm not threatening you."
Old Adolf said leisurely: "You just can't leave...it's snowing so heavily outside."
Blind...say...
Outside...where is the snow...
The Earl of Leipzig opened his eyes, and his mouth squirmed silently. His body surface became cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood in his body was suppressed by this cold air to the point where it was completely unable to be mobilized... He was obviously a high-ranking son of the moon. Looking at it at this moment
He looked like an incompetent mortal.
Old Adolf, on the other hand, rarely laughed.
"If you don't believe it, just look outside. You should still be able to move your neck."
As he spoke, he pointed his staff at the wall next to Count Leipzig.
The walls made of bricks automatically surged open on both sides, making way for a window.
In an instant, endless paleness poured in from the window, completely submerging the motionless Earl of Leipzig and turning him into an icy snow sculpture!
"Have you ever considered..."
When the Earl of Leipzig's thinking gradually began to stagnate and his body gradually froze, he heard the old man's cold voice: "Behind you, there is the Tiantian Division, and behind us, there is the Winter Division.
"Compared to how close Dong Dongsi is to us...you might as well guess how much Yantiansi is willing to pay for you?"
The next moment, the Earl of Leipzig, whose eyes were wide open, finally turned into an ice sculpture in the heavy snow.