"After the wedding, you will naturally know..." The King of the Dead Kingdom glanced at the person on the throne coldly, and then asked him, "Then, why are you here?"
The person hiding in the shadow chuckled: "Of course it is... to convey the will of the gloomy man walking alone in the mist... Well, you may not understand what I say, so let's change the name... The Crimson King!"
Hearing this unsettling name, Rathomond rubbed his temples again.
"I don't know any Crimson King..."
"Huh?" The figure on the throne sneered softly, "If I guess correctly, you should be able to hear His voice from time to time."
The fingers rubbing his temples froze immediately after hearing this sentence. Rathomond put down his hands and said a strange word.
"Round table..."
"Yes..." the short figure snapped his fingers, "You are the chosen 'close friend', and the round table welcomes you to join."
"Are you also a member of the Round Table?" Rathomond stared forward.
The figure nodded slightly: "Well, I'm lucky enough to be favored..."
"It's a pity that I have no interest in this." The proud king of the dead country decisively rejected the other party.
However, next, the unscrupulous figure reminded him coldly: "Then, how should you repay the favor you owe? You must know that the so-called dead country in your mouth can only be achieved thanks to its blessings."
Rathomond frowned, knowing exactly what these words meant.
It is impossible to completely control the "entire dead country" just by relying on the invisible skills he possesses.
But because of the help of that person, the Crimson King as the other party calls him, he was able to bring his "Undertaker" ability to its fullest.
The obscene words that kept appearing in his ears were actually guiding him, ordering him to join the Crimson King as soon as possible.
But apart from being unwilling to rely on others, Rathomund also had a deeper reason for rejecting the "Round Table".
So after careful consideration, Rathomond had other choices.
He raised his chin and answered decisively to the person on the throne: "I don't worship evil gods, and I don't understand the gloomy person you mentioned, but I know a proverb - 'Everything has cracks.'"
There are cracks in everything…
Following his words, the entire audience hall suddenly became audible, and the mysterious person who broke in fell silent.
"I see……"
He said after a while.
"You chose them?"
Rathomond did not speak. The dark figure thought carefully and suddenly focused on the wedding they had talked about before.
"Hmm... that's why you married that woman, what's her name? I remember it was... Miria Lilith, what a conspicuous name! It just says 'I am a vampire' written on her face. It turns out
So...that's how those bat-winged demons came, so who exactly is she? Is she also one of the 'Everything has a crack'?"
"It has nothing to do with you..." Rathomond replied coldly.
The figure held his chin, and the darkness in the audience hall made it impossible for anyone looking from any direction to see clearly what his face looked like.
"Thanks to that person's favor, you established a country of only dead people and corrupted the land of Yindong. Your ambition is not small, but you rejected that person's invitation and turned to the embrace of 'Wound'..."
"I did all this just to protect myself!" Latomond interrupted, "You have not seen the horrific things I have seen, and you have not seen the truth before the mythical era, and you will not understand that human beings
Why was it born?"
The figure was noncommittal and shrugged on the throne: "Well, what next?"
Rathomond continued: "Everything I create is to resist the madness of the superiors, that is, the superiors who are equal to the one you speak of."
"It seems you don't understand them." The shadow mocked sarcastically.
Rathomond retorted: "Time is not meaningless, how will they treat the mortals in the material world, and why should I...why should I understand them?"
Walking slowly to the center of the audience hall, Rathomond's station seemed to be the center of the entire Turbulent Castle.
"Maybe when I pass through the Gate of Understanding, everything will be clearer."
"I've heard some rumors about asexual seers being promoted to omniscience. You have to steal the qualifications from those who have the qualifications, which is quite difficult." The figure's fingers fumbled around his mouth, as if playing with his beard.
, "Unless you have controlled a sexual seer who is about to understand."
Rathomond, who was standing in the middle, did not answer the question directly, but instead talked about something else.
"Compared with my true discovery and preparation, knowledge seems so insignificant."
"Oh?" The figure tilted his neck.
Rathomond pointed to his feet.
"While using the dead to dig underground, I discovered something that was enough to shock the whole world and make people realize that even before the era of mythology, earlier than the era when those sub-gods lived, there were even more terrifying things.
Things existed in this world."
"It's a pity that it is already dead, but it doesn't matter. Even your round table will not continue to pester me after seeing that thing."
After hearing these words, the joking atmosphere suddenly stopped, and sharp eyes were projected from the figure's unclear eyes, pointing at the King of the Dead Kingdom.
"You are so whimsical that you are playing with fire and burning yourself. Now I really believe you are crazy."
Rathomond looked at the rose window on the side that let in the moonlight: "This world has been crazy from the beginning."
He turned his head, and the figure on the throne had disappeared.
…
The secret conversation at the top of Turbulent Castle ended here, and at the bottom of Turbulent Castle, Victor, who returned from the secret meeting in the secret residence, once again failed to return to his physical body.
When he discovered that what he finally returned to after leaving the secret residence was a dream, he suddenly realized something and immediately looked at the girl with twin tails sitting next to him.
This was the former house of the Damon family, and Victor appeared on the relaxing balcony on the second floor.
But this time, the person accompanying him was not the maid Susan, but his sister-Alice Damon.
"What are you doing? Victor, why do you look so weird?"
Alice sat on the couch where Victor usually sat, while he himself stood aside, watching the little girl pick up the fruits in the fruit bowl and chew them.
Victor knew it was a dream. When he heard Amanda chanting in the cave, he already understood that the woman would not die so easily, but he did not expect that the other party would find him so quickly.
Taking a deep breath, he squatted beside the recliner, picked up the fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and started eating. While eating, he said to his sister: "Okay, stop pretending, I know it's you,
Amanda Bellen, tell me, what do you want to do?"
Alice stared at those watery eyes, looking at Victor like a fool.
"My mother said she gave birth to a fool. I always thought it wouldn't be me, but you, Victor!" Alice said with disgust.
"Haha." Victor sneered, "No, you are already invading and controlling my dreams. I have become your prisoner. Why are you pretending?"
Alice immediately spread her hands and replied helplessly: "Oh my God, I have to call my father up and tell him that your son has gone crazy."