"Oh my God!" Suddenly, there was an exclamation all around, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, only to see a man lying in the package, a man covered in blood...

"Is this man dead or alive?"

"Won't you go up and touch it?"

"No kidding, God knows what this thing is, what if it's a zombie?"

"For the sake of safety, I think it's better to burn it..."

"No, what if this is really a living person!?"

"It's all nonsense, let's do it with me!" In the end, it was the guy who opened the package who had the courage to step forward and probe the man's snort.

"Oh my God, he's still alive and breathing!" The man exclaimed, and he noticed a very strange pattern on the man's chest, even though it was so pale that it was barely visible...

Three days later, in Valdés City, the man was lying quietly on a stone bed at this time, the blood stains on his body had already been cleaned, and it was surprising that there was not even a single scar left on his body, which could not help but make people guess the origin of those blood stains, the bed was surrounded by magic weapons, and the ground was painted with a bright red huge magic array, as if some major ceremony was about to be held, and the moonlight came in through the window hole, supporting the atmosphere in the room more and more strangely.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a group of people walked in with an old man in a black robe, and everyone in the house hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"It's none of your business here, let's all get out." The black-robed old man nodded slightly at everyone, and then waved his hand.

"Yes." No one questioned, no one hesitated, and the crowd bowed slightly again and then rushed out en masse, and finally the door was gently shut.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." At this time, only the old man and the man lying on the bed were left in the huge room, only to see the old man talking to himself while taking off the hood on his head, this is an old face, the years are like a carving knife left deep marks on his face, perhaps because of his age, he likes to squint his eyes when he sees things, which makes his eyes look much smaller than they actually are, and the pair of sea blue pupils reveal a calm and calm, which is the gaze that only people who have experienced the world will have.

The room was quiet, and the man continued to fall asleep, and no one answered the old man's words.

"It's exactly the same as that night on the shores of the Pyrenees." The old man continued to speak to himself, and when he mentioned "Lake Pyrenees", something unbelievable happened, and the man who was originally asleep actually trembled his eyebrows slightly at this moment.

"Alright, my honorable majesty, there are no outsiders here, let's talk openly and honestly, you must have a lot to say to me, right?" The old man couldn't help but smile at the man's reaction, and that smile made his already somewhat old face even more distorted.

"You didn't disappoint, Malthus." Finally, with a long sigh, the man finally opened his eyes, and a pair of blood-red pupils stood out in the dim light.

"It's an honor to receive your compliment." The old man was very indifferent to what was happening in front of him, as if everything was expected by him.

"When did you find out?" The man sat up from the bed, his bare upper body directly exposed to the cold air of the northern country, but he didn't seem to care about this, just looked at the bright moon outside the window, as if thinking about something.

"I've guessed from the moment I heard the news, and I beg your pardon for making up that story—" The old man spoke with unusually humility, and seemed to have great respect for the man, even though he seemed to be old enough to be his grandson.

"Sure enough, you think so too..."The man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, and subconsciously disturbed his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"There's no denying that Maria is a very good child, but with your might, if you really go crazy, there is no way that any life will survive within a few miles, let alone drag you all the way to Jason family territory."

"Actually, we thought this story was too nonsense at first..."The man said and turned to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the old man, without feeling shy or restrained, as if the two had known each other for a long, long time.

"But Maria says it doesn't matter, because we're looking for you, and you'll know what we're trying to do when you hear the story... I was a little skeptical at the time, but now it seems that the girl knows you better than I do..."The man who said this couldn't help but smile meaningfully.

"That kid has always been good." The old man echoed, and it was difficult to hide the smugness in his tone.

At this time, the man's expression suddenly changed slightly: "Okay, the scene is over, let's get straight to the point, what are you plotting, Malthus!?"

The old man couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, the small eyes that were originally squinted suddenly widened, and the originally calm and calm pupils actually flashed a fierce light at this moment, but this look only flashed on his face, and soon he became the kind and humble drooping old man again.

"To welcome your awakening, of course, my dear majesty."

"Get out!" The man said angrily, and his expression seemed to suddenly become majestic, and he was almost like two people before.

"Last time at Mont Saint-Michel, you obviously wanted to extract the "Demon King's Soul" from my body, not to awaken it! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Malthus, I created you all!" The man's voice grew higher and higher, gradually becoming like a lion roaring.

The old man was still very calm about this: "Oh, my dear majesty, I think there must be some misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" The man sneered, obviously the other party's age was much older than him, but he showed a condescending posture at this time.

"My dear Majel, you must understand that last time at Mont Saint-Michel your soul was not awakened, and you were surrounded by people from the Holy See, if I did not draw your soul out but awaken it directly, the situation would probably not be in our favor. Of course, I don't dare to question your strength, but I just want to be able to make the whole thing a little more complete."

"It's a beautiful excuse, and I'm getting more and more tactful after two thousand years of not seeing you, Malthus." The man sneered, it was obvious that he didn't believe the other party's rhetoric.

"My loyalty to you is evident."

"Enough, Malthus, these rhetoric doesn't work for me, and you haven't forgotten what happens to those who usually try to deceive me, right? Let me ask you one last time, what exactly are you up to!?"

Seeing that the man's tone gradually intensified, the old man couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and finally sighed and said, "I really can't hide anything from you, my dear majesty. Yes, I did try to steal your soul in order to gain more power, but I was disrupted by the sudden appearance of Dacula, but isn't it in your nature to do whatever it takes to achieve your ends?"