Chapter 36 As You Expected ~ Ask for a Monthly Pass~)
What happens if the ‘ritual summoning’ fails?
It is clearly written in the book given by the old knight that most of them will be eaten as sacrifices, and the rest will be even worse... They will be controlled and played by the summoned monsters.
Create more destruction!
or……
Become the monster itself!
Thinking of this, Jason walked towards Gerald without hesitation.
When he saw the seriousness on Jason's face, Gerald immediately asked:
"What's wrong, Jason?"
"It's still about the 'ritual summons' issue."
"if!"
"What will happen if the 'ritual summoning' fails?"
Jason asked in a deep voice.
There was no direct explanation, but Jason believed Gerald would guess what he was going to say.
Sure enough, after being stunned for a moment, Gerald quickly reacted
"You mean..."
"Everyone, go back to Drum Street!"
shouted the master of the port of Hans.
…
"Be patient a little longer, sister."
"No. 111 Deren Street, we'll be there soon."
"Once you get there, you're free from control."
Barney Clara spoke softly to Carol Clara, who was sitting opposite.
The son of the Grand Duke, who had just fainted from bleeding, was still pale, especially the remaining powder, which made his face look even more bloodless. However, compared with Carol Krat who was opposite him, he was much stronger.
Gerald's fiancée slumped in the chair opposite. Not only was there no blood on her face, but there was also no blood on the exposed skin. She looked like a corpse covered in blood.
But, still breathing.
However, what he breathed out was not hot air, but a slightly cold breath.
It made the car that was supposed to be stuffy feel like autumn and winter.
As if hearing Barney Kara's voice, Carol Kara's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up, but the next moment, a layer of fine scales appeared on Carol Kara's face.
It made the beautiful Grand Duke's daughter feel slightly enchanting.
Then, the Grand Duke's daughter opened her eyes.
The ring-shaped pupils looked at Barney Clara.
The gentle face of the Grand Duke's son immediately turned into anger.
"Get back!"
"Don't take up my sister's body."
The Grand Duke's son growled.
"Ah."
"What does it matter?"
"I can't really do anything?"
The hoarse voice gave people a smooth and uncomfortable feeling, as if they were touching the scales of a fish.
"Kill Bitos!"
"Kill Raul!"
"And kill Amy!"
"Isn't this all your doing?"
The Grand Duke's son was breathing rapidly, resisting the urge to draw his sword and kill the opponent.
"That's not my fault!"
"It's their fault!"
"One is opportunistic and wants to deceive me, and the other..."
"hehe."
After a chuckle, the weird Grand Duke's daughter started to do it. She looked at the scenery on both sides and couldn't help showing a look of satisfaction.
111 Durham Street!
‘She’ finally got the invitation to ‘enter’.
No more random intrusions.
and……
The person 'she' has been waiting for for a long time has finally returned here.
That's great!
‘She’ couldn’t help but smile.
"You promised me!"
"When you truly enter No. 111 Drum Street, you will leave my sister's body."
The Grand Duke's son emphasized.
"certainly!"
"I keep my word!"
'She' stretched out lazily, and instinctively raised her palm to lift the Grand Duke's son's chin, but as if she had thought of something, 'she' withdrew her palm.
"I forgot, you are my brother."
‘She’ smiled coquettishly.
"I'm not your brother!"
"My sister is Carol Clara!"
"It's not you!"
The Grand Duke's son grasped the hilt of the sword and spoke word by word.
"What's the difference?"
"I found a lot of interesting things in her head."
"Brother~"
‘Her’ voice was deliberately prolonged, and the Grand Duke’s son’s breathing became heavier and heavier. He stared at the other party with angry eyes, but after a moment, his hand holding the sword dropped straight down.
This is his sister.
Not a monster.
He couldn't do it.
Not only can't she make a move, but she also has to cooperate with the other party in every possible way, hoping that the other party will leave her sister's body.
upset.
remorse.
They intertwined with each other, causing the body of the son of the Grand Duke to tremble.
And ‘her’?
The sweet laughter became louder.
…
The Hans Harbor Guard escorted a simple carriage through the forest roads in the suburbs and entered the Hans Harbor.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The sudden news in the afternoon made all the guards nervous.
Someone was actually murdered at 111 Drum Street.
He is also a relative of Lord Gerald.
Moreover, tomorrow is Gerald's wedding.
When everything is put together, everyone can feel that it is unusual.
In addition, the conflict between Mr. Gerald and the "Revival Society" at noon made every guard be more vigilant on the way here.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
All the guards firmly believed that no one would take action against the convoy in Hans Harbor.
because……
Lord Gerald Hans is here.
Wheel, wheel.
The carriage continued to move forward, and the driver controlled the carriage very well. The carriage was stable and without any shaking.
In the carriage, there was an old woman dressed simply. She did not have any extraneous accessories on her body, and her skirt was also a sarong, but she carried the unique aura of a superior person.
Even Lidl, Gerrard's old butler, chose to bow his head in the face of this momentum.
After all, before Gerard truly grew up, the man in front of him had been the manager of Hans Harbor for more than fifteen years.
Even in the eyes of some insiders.
This man is still in charge of Hans Harbor.
Li De is one of the insiders.
After quietly arriving at the carriage, the old butler Lid knelt down on one knee.
"Mother."
Lid's forehead touched the old woman's toes.
"Is Lily's baby here?"
The old woman did not lower her head and glanced lightly.
"coming."
"A very outstanding young man, just like Sir Gerald."
"My taste in choosing female companions is just a bit poor. That Miss Denise is not suitable to be a good wife."
Lid said truthfully.
"That's Jason's choice too."
"I respect his choice."
"Whatever he needs, satisfy him as much as possible. This is what I owe him."
When the old woman mentioned Jason's name, her always serious face softened slightly.
However, it was fleeting.
The next moment, the old woman asked slowly.
"Where's 'Yanbao'?"
When asked about the appropriateness of this sentence, the old woman's eyes flashed with an icy chill.
Like the wind blowing from the far north, freezing to the bone.
