Jerome, the ninth in line of the Legion of Disputes and the holder of the disintegration ability, put his left hand, which was imprisoned in the metal box, behind his back, and supported the ground with his right hand, doing push-ups with one hand, sweat flowing along the curves of his muscles,
Drop by drop, they gathered on the ground. Hearing the footsteps approaching outside the iron gate, he didn't even raise his head and said, "You appeared earlier than I expected."
The black figure stayed outside the prison door, with the low-hanging hood lifted. Rachel looked at the man in front of her, her cold expression making people shudder.
Jerome got up from the ground, twisted his neck, and said in a somewhat joking tone: "Let me guess, your plan failed."
Rachel glanced at the box that sealed Jerome's left hand, and gently pushed open the iron door of the prison: "His Majesty has already allowed you to move around the camp at will, why do you always like to stay here?"
Jerome patted the wall: "What's wrong with this place? Food, water, guards, everything is there. Why should I go out?"
Rachel shook her head, seemingly unable to understand this behavior. After a pause, her voice could not tell whether she was happy or sad: "You are right, His Majesty rejected my proposal."
"It's not surprising. I have talked with the king several times. It is unlikely that he would do such a thing as acquiescing to the existence of illegitimate children for the sake of the covenant." Jerome put on his coat, sat on the wooden bed in the prison, and faced the woman outside the door.
Said: "I have advised you before to use this method to threaten
It is not a wise idea to force him. To be honest, Rachel, this behavior is not like your style. I always thought that you would use a more... tactful method to consolidate this alliance. In the end,
But you chose the most irrational path."
"Although His Majesty rejected me, the reason was not what you imagined."
"Although the reasons are different, the results are the same, right?"
Rachel was silent for a moment and then said: "I trust Your Majesty."
Jerome frowned: "If you want to persuade the Dispute Legion to join the Muxi Kingdom, it is not enough to just use the king's trust for such a pale reason. Although King Todd is also a mutant, in my opinion, he
His tactics and behavior are more like using the power of others to strengthen the king's power. I can't imagine letting the Legion betray the Presbyterian Church and put its life and future in the hands of such a person."
"He's not like that."
Hearing these words, Jerome looked into Rachel's eyes and said in an incredible tone: "The you now and the you of the Legion of Discord at that time are completely two different people. In the past, it would have been like this
There is absolutely no way you can say it."
"People will always change..." Rachel stretched out her hand, and under the urging of her will power, the iron door of the prison twisted and fell. She said to Jerome: "Are you going to let your
Is the body rotting here? If not, get out of here and help!"
Seeing that Jerome had no intention of getting up, Rachel added: "According to the latest news I got, Elder Lawrence has arrived in the Silver Ring Kingdom. I don't think I need to remind you what the Legion of Dispute will do to those who fail the mission.
You?"
Jerome sighed deeply, lowered his head with a wry smile, and smelled the clothes on his body: "I need to take a bath and change my clothes. By the way, there is also this box. You have to find someone to open it for me."
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Blood.
A thick layer of blood like moss.
In the huge castle, human limbs and scattered internal organs can be seen everywhere.
The man's whole body was covered with giant worms, his upper body was naked, and the tattoo on his back could be vaguely seen, which showed an eagle spreading its wings and the Roman numeral 7 below.
There was a rustling sound, and a crossbow bolt shot from a high place and accurately inserted between the man's eyebrows.
There was no unexpected sound of falling to the ground.
A worm as thick as a thumb emerged from the man's mouth, like a lamprey-shaped mouthpart, and bit hard on the arrow shaft, gnawing at the tail feathers of the crossbow. The iron arrow inserted into the forehead then
He felt the crawling of the insect body under the skin, and it sunk deeply into his mind. After a moment, the blood-stained blade clung to the surface of his tongue, and was spat out to the ground by the man.
Seeing this scene, the castle guards in iron armor turned pale with fright, lost their minds, dropped the crossbows in their hands, turned around and ran away.
The worm man squatted down and put his hand into the blood moss. The blood vessels that were originally motionless under the moss seemed to be given life, twisting and twisting in the moss like poisonous snakes, and rushed towards the attacker quickly.
.
The survivor only ran ten steps. Before he could rush up the steps, the blood vessels in the moss tightly wrapped around his legs. Countless tiny red worms emerged from the gaps in the blood vessels and pierced the victim.
The patient's legs spread along the skin to the whole body.
Blood spurted out from all over the survivors' bodies like spring water, nourishing the moss under their feet; their bodies were like balloons filled with dirty water, bursting open on the spot, with bones and internal organs falling everywhere.
A fair-looking girl, wearing a pure and flawless princess outfit, sat on the round candlestick lamp holder hanging on the roof, holding the iron chain of the lamp holder with both hands, swinging happily, and clear and melodious singing floated in the air.
In this bloody castle.
My mother killed me; my father ate me; my brother and my sister sat under the dining room table; picked up my bones; buried them under the cold stone...
On the long table under the chandelier, a fat man in his thirties was stripped naked and tied to the table. His red eyes looked at the girl on the roof, and he shouted desperately: "Who are you?
!What did you do to my daughter Nancy?!"
The smiling old man, with his hair and beard neatly trimmed, his formal attire and gown neatly packed, had a vague aristocratic demeanor in his gestures. He held a bottle of red wine in his hand and carefully read the label on the bottle: "Austin
The new wine from Nibilco Manor, this is a rare good thing! Unfortunately, the storage method is too amateurish, and it was actually placed underground in a damp and cold place."
The old man then took out a lot of things from the suitcase he was traveling with: scissors, razors, rulers, spices...
He walked up to the fat man's head, first cut off the man's long hair with scissors, and then used a razor to shave off the stubble on the man's head.
"Asshole! What are you doing?! Let me go!" The man twisted his body, trying to avoid the movement above his head.
The old man was like a gardener who was pruning an art potted plant. He was doing the work at hand meticulously and said as he was doing it: "Viscount Zangner, also known as Viscount Hound. It is said that you are extremely proficient in tracking. No matter what it is.
You can find the source of any smell."
Zangana's body trembled slightly after listening to the old man's words.
"For this ability, you claim to the outside world that you only received training as a child. But the truth is that it is a mutant, a mutant that can recognize more smells than ordinary people."
Viscount Zangner's pupils shrank for a moment, and then he defended: "This is completely a rumor in the market!"
The old man raised his head and glanced at the girl on the swing above his head. He held his head against his head and said, "Sabrina! Stop shaking that lamp holder. You will spread dust everywhere!"
The girl held the chain, looked down, and said with a smile: "Elder Clarence, why don't you change the table?"
Lawrence shook his head helplessly.
Viscount Zangana looked above his head and said urgently: "Please let my daughter go! There is a secret room on the third floor of the castle, and all the treasures are there. Please let my daughter live!"
Lawrence looked at the small dagger hanging on the girl's chest, which was engraved with an eagle and the Roman numeral 3, and shook his head at the Viscount: "It's not that I don't want to let her go, but it's too late...
"
Viscount Zangner's face was ashen and he slumped on the table.
Lawrence continued: "As a mutant, you gradually gained wealth and status by identifying spices and finding lost items, but even your closest wife and daughter don't know this secret."
Zangana looked at the old man in front of him and said with a trembling voice: "Are you from the Inquisition? Do you want to start reading out my judgment?"
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed. His gentle smile was as reassuring as the spring breeze: "Viscount, have you misunderstood something? We have nothing to do with the church."
Zangana responded doubtfully: "Then you..."
The Viscount stopped speaking, his eyes opened as wide as possible out of fear, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
Lawrence, who put on gloves, picked up a sharp hacksaw, walked to Zangner's head, bowed slightly and saluted: "Those words just now are not a judgment. To be more precise, the word introduction of ingredients will make it more interesting."
More appropriate."
The hacksaw pulled and blood splattered everywhere.