In the morning, Constance Dante wakes up from exhaustion and remembers the nightmare of the previous night, but it was all true.

"Are you awake?" The girl's crisp voice came to her ears, and at some point, Alyssa appeared in her room.

"Not only others, but I hope you don't just enter other people's rooms," said Constance Dante, who was displeased, and this was not the first time he had woken up to find someone else in his room.

"Whatever, I'm just going to see how you're doing." Alyssa said nonchalantly. Since Dante returned from the proving ground yesterday, Alyssa noticed that the young man in front of her had become a little different. There was a chill in his eyes as blue as the Mediterranean.

More importantly, there was a distrustful indifference in Cons's eyes, like a tyrannical king sitting on a lonely throne. If the first time he saw Cons, Dante was nothing more than a frustrated knight in Alyssa's eyes, he was a true king at this time, and all he lacked was his army to follow him to conquer the world.

"Go away・・・・・・" Constance Dante didn't want to say anything more, and directly gave the order to evict the guest.

"By the way, here's a letter for you." Alyssa didn't feel angry, but handed Constance Dante a white envelope, but it seemed to contain something, heavy. After handing the envelope to Cons, Alyssa left the room.

Constance Dante did not open it immediately, it was a very ordinary letter, but it did not have the sender's signature on it, only Constance Dante's name. The handwriting was sloppy, and Constance Dante could not make out who wrote it. But it's clear that I have nothing to do with others.

Could it be Andrew!

Constance Dante suddenly remembered that the only person who sent him the letter at this time was Andrew.

He would have known where he lived, and he had said that he and he were connected to him in the academy's warehouse, so he probably found out where Priskas lived. The skeptical thoughts were only fleeting, and they were immediately overwhelmed by the contents of the envelope. It was a delicate silver pendant, but the pattern on it was a hideous demon, and the picture and text were so vivid that Conseidante gazed at it silently and felt that at that moment, the demon with the four horns on its head seemed to pounce on him, and seemed to suck himself in.

"Thank you, Andrew." Constance Dante put the pendant around his neck and muttered.

Constance Dante finally decided to rewrite his own script, yes, it was like rewriting his own destiny ten years ago, but the price was terrible, and even part of his own memory was missing. But even so, this time he had to take another big gamble.

・・・・・・

"What are you talking about?! Rothkop has not known where people have gone since yesterday afternoon? Duke Klosso's voice trembled slightly, obviously he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but looking at these useless servants in front of him only made the anger in his heart burn even more.

"Your Excellency the Duke, Master Rothkop told us not to follow him, I think we went to some friend's house・・・・・・" One of the attendants said cautiously.

But the duke's piercing gaze suddenly silenced him.

Duke Klossau could only vent his anger in his heart, he knew better than anyone how disobedient this unsuccessful son was, if he hadn't been strict with discipline, I am afraid that the bellies of several eldest ladies in Constantinople would have been enlarged. But since entering the seminary, Roskoop's life has become even more uncontrollable, and Duke Klossau has to turn a blind eye in order to make up for his lover's debt.

Only this time, His Royal Highness the Duke's prediction of the situation was too optimistic, but it was not surprising, after all, who would have ill intentions towards the son of a dignified duke.

In the dark dungeon, a naked young man roared loudly in the muddy water.

"Let me out, you lunatics. Do you know who I am? I'm the son of the Duke, and if you want money, you're looking for the wrong person, don't put your own life on the line, you damned pariahs. If anything happens to me, my dad will kill you. After several hours of cursing without stopping, his voice was already hoarse, but he didn't mean to stop. Although Rothkop's words were full of strong intimidation, there was still a hint of pleading in them, and they seemed to be fierce and inward.

At this moment, with a bang, the murky water exploded next to Rothkop, and the huge power frightened Rothkop into not moving.

"Damn, can you finally be quiet for Lao Tzu?" The hoarse old man's personality was even more tyrannical than that of the fire bull, and he scolded and scolded below. And what's even more terrifying is that in his hand is a double-barreled shotgun that is enough to kill a rhinoceros, which can be described as an exaggeration to kill people, if Rothkop was hit just now, I'm afraid half of his body will be gone in an instant.

It was only at this moment that Roskop realized that these people didn't care about their lives or deaths at all, and his body suddenly became cold. Just now, I was still very guilty, but now I am completely afraid.

"Don't kill me, don't ・・・・・・kill me, I'm the son of the duke, you can kill me as much as you want!" Rothkop lost his pride as the son of a duke, and cried and begged for mercy.

"Hmph," said the old man, who seemed to be more accustomed to this kind of begging for mercy, and walked away.

"This is the so-called aristocracy, even if it is a new aristocracy, it is just a scarecrow with a new skin, and it is still a straw bag." The old man leaned on his body, but he did not hide the mockery in his heart. "But I'm still curious how you brought him here. His Highness Bashiles. The old man looked at the [Grim Reaper] in front of him and asked solemnly, this seemingly grotesque boy had never done anything blindly without reason, which was why even he was in awe of him.

"It's just that there's a lack of a test subject, and I just happened to encounter it, so I brought it back." Bashils smiled wickedly and answered the other party's question casually, "I've already found the material for you, when will the [God] wake up?" ”

"It's just a false god・・・・・・ and within three days, the city will feel the terrible wrath of the gods." There was a hint of frenzy in the old man's eyes, and the huge monster in front of them exuded a terrifying coercion, this monster was completely different from a few days ago, and it was completely different from the image of the fire bull in Crete.

"Everything will change in three days, Justin. You're thinking about how to get out of my script, but why isn't it in my script? Bashiles fiddled with his blonde hair and put the silver clown mask on his face, "Only the clown and not the king will laugh at the end!" ”

A deep sigh came from below, and Roskop shuddered in the mud, as if hearing the voice of the devil.