Adolf did have the Golden Tarot Card of the Path of Justice in his hand, but he did not recognize the words on it, and of course he did not know what the conversion rules of the Path of Justice were.
Ethan's words revealed a very key piece of information, that is, he knew the conversion rules of the Path of Justice.
Thinking that this guy was originally a sexless seer of the righteous path, Adolf couldn't help but wonder - is there any connection between this sexless seer and the conversion rules of his own path?
If you have a chance, you should ask Mr. Yi.
Adolf was thinking secretly in his heart, but he never struck the woman harshly.
"Are you hesitating?" Ethan's cold voice echoed in his ears.
Adolf didn't speak, but frowned.
Ethan said again: "Drake, you have been living in the East for so many years, don't you even dare to kill someone? Or have you been playing in the mud with those little brats for all these years?"
Being so provoked by the other party, Adolf came back to his senses and then remembered his purpose.
Yes, his goal was to explore the extraordinary and be promoted to the throne. Everything he did was for this. During this period, he had already forgotten how many people he killed and how many people died because of him.
A mere member of the Sheriff's family, Adolf could easily send her to the West in order to obtain the Secret of Fire III.
His eyes became sharp and he was about to take action when suddenly the door of the house opened and the original owner of the house came home at this moment.
It was a couple. They were discussing the burned down house of their neighbor next door, and were still sighing that it was the Sheriff's house. They did not realize at all that the brutal gangster was already hiding in their own house.
Ethan heard the voice and turned to look at Adolf: "Perhaps an innocent soul is not enough to make the stone burn. In order to convert the secret transmission of fire, you must perform extreme crimes."
Adolf's face was expressionless, and his cold eyes glanced at Ethan's face: "Then use the blood of mortals to witness my path to enlightenment!"
…
In the early morning of the next day, the returning sheriff looked desperately at his house that had collapsed into charcoal, and sadly searched for his wife and children in the town.
It took him a long time, and finally with the help of his colleagues, he found three bodies with their throats cut from the house next door...
…
These are all things for later. Although Adolf did get what he wanted, what he didn't know was that Mr. Yi actually concealed a key secret that could kill both him and Ethan.
That is...the Crimson King who was not summoned by Sullivan.
In fact, when Victor was dragged into Castle Black, he overheard the conversation between Sullivan and the Crimson King. He knew that the last time the Crimson King helped him was the last time, so he could most likely determine that the terrifying
The presence will not appear to save Sullivan.
Moreover, an accident also happened last time. Only Victor was dragged into the other party's lair in Misu. Elold and Gan who were traveling with him were just hypnotized.
Therefore, Victor did not tell Adolf about this variable. If the other party really knew about the Crimson King, he might be frightened and not dare to attack Sullivan.
As expected, at the last moment of the battle, Sullivan failed to summon the mysterious being.
Perhaps as Victor expected, the Crimson King has given up on Sullivan as a member of the Round Table, but what is the real situation?
Back on the night of the incident, in the middle of the river on the outskirts of Lilcuy, on the top of the castle that suddenly stood up, the moonlight fell on the highest terrace.
A middle-aged man wearing a crown, a black-feathered coat with a large collar, and eagle-like eyes stood there, looking indifferently at the brightly lit and lively atrium block below.
Although the crown is on his head, this man's temperament does not look like a king at all. Instead, he looks like the God of Death standing at the pass of the abyss guarding the road to the afterlife.
His name is Rathomond Davis, he is the real owner of this castle, the biological father of Albert Davis, and the founder of the so-called "Death Kingdom".
Behind him is the audience hall of the castle. In the center stands a thick spire king's throne, but no one often sits on it because Rathomond does not like such things that living people pursue.
In his eyes, everything is lifeless, and only those hidden under this castle are the real wealth in his kingdom.
The beautiful things that truly become "alive" are after they give up their lives.
Latomond has never wavered in this value. The group of Santo Toongo landowners below who were invited by him, as well as the town in the distance that was gifted by the Kingdom of Death, are all incomparable in his eyes.
Ugly and disgusting stuff.
In the not-too-distant future, all of them, these living stinking creatures, will eventually return to the Kingdom of the Dead.
The noisy sounds below could be heard even from the top of Turbulent Castle, but Ratomund deliberately filtered them out and did not stir up any emotions.
Compared with the hustle and bustle among the living, the obscene words that often appeared in his mind and disturbed people's minds were what Latomund spent a lot of energy suppressing.
Glancing down, the obscene words in his mind began to intensify. The mysterious words that had haunted him for several years kept tempting him into the embrace of a certain mysterious person.
This feeling is as if someone is always with you, whispering and harassing you into your ear day after day. It is very uncomfortable and strange.
However, Rathomond did not waver. Even if his nerves were tense and he seemed to have lost his mind, he did not give up on the country he created.
"It's time to go down and take a look..."
Rubbing his temples, he turned around and returned to the audience hall. With unsteady steps, he walked to the front of the king's throne, but suddenly stopped.
Turning his eyes to the right, the King of Turbulence Castle unexpectedly discovered that there was a figure sitting on the throne that was originally unoccupied!
"Shut up..." He tried to scold the voice in his head, thinking that he was hallucinating.
However, no, the figure on the throne actually spoke.
"Hello! Rathomunde, Undertaker!"
When the man spoke, the voice in Ratomond's mind mysteriously disappeared.
He was silent for a moment, trying to see the figure's appearance clearly in the darkness. He didn't know whether he succeeded, but then he raised his head and asked the other party in a cold voice: "How did you get in?"
The figure looked a bit short, but his voice sounded like that of a scheming man. He replied: "It's very simple... I pretended to be your subordinate and walked in without anyone stopping me."
"pretend?"
Rathomond was thoughtful, then immediately recognized the other person: "Is it you...that actor?"
"Oops! I forgot how to play a king after I sat down, and you figured it out. I am worthy of being the mourner of the third secret. To lie to you, I need a higher level of spirituality, at least a knowledgeable person...
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"I'm afraid that's not enough." Rathomond snorted.
The shadow sitting on the throne was slightly stunned, and then pretended to be shocked and said: "You are not already a knower, are you?"
After finishing speaking, he seemed to be thinking carefully, and then kept waving his hands: "Oh no, it's impossible. I haven't achieved enlightenment yet. For an asexual seer like you, you don't even have the door to enlightenment. You can only grab it. You
