"There's no need," the voice on the bed repeated, and Jared was turning his head with difficulty, his face strangely rosy, and the light in his eyes even greater than that of a child with life, "There's Harry, I'...... There is Harry...... Harry is here, I don't need ...... Others! His voice wasn't high, and it had a hissing echo, but the room was so quiet that it sounded so loud. ◎ Enlightenment. Cover. Book. Net.◎

Stepan stepped up and pulled the curtain open a little, and now one could see more clearly, a twisted brass pipe slanted under the old man's left shoulder blade, and the other end was unknown because it was under his body.

"The right side is only five millimeters from the aorta, the upper side is the subclavian artery and the carotid artery, and three centimeters further down is the heart, as long as it damages these vital parts...... No one dared to pull out the copper tube according to the usual method, and the operation could not be carried out, and he could not support it for long. Stefan gently touched the metal heated by blood and body temperature, feeling rather pleasant, Jared's cloudy eyes staring at him, if it weren't for now—not Stefan, this might be the only one who could save his life...... Bastard!

"Well, by the way," added Stefan, "it was your little friend, and her name is Lila." Look," he said, pointing to the shriveled chest of **, the part of the chest where the brass tube was inserted, neither the muscles nor the skin, was not torn or deformed, as if it had grown out of the body, "the father thought she was one of the women who served him, although theoretically she was, her mother was the daughter of the saint, fourteenth, she was the granddaughter of the saint, and it was her honor and duty to serve and please the saint - so no one paid attention when she came in, but when the saint asked her to do something—you see." It is a holy relic, and it is said to be ......"

"Harry......" Jared pleaded weakly.

"I'll save you, father." Stefan said, "Now is not the time for you to return to my Lord's feet." He bent down slightly, pinched his father's hard, cold fingers, and pulled the hem of his robe from his hand—with a clear malice, he paused for a moment, until Jared's wail from the depths of his throat thoroughly pleased him.

The priest held out one hand to his father's chest, and the other to grasp the brass pipe.

Without any warning, as the copper tube was pulled out, blood contaminated the old man's bony body.

"Serve the Lord your God, and he will bless your bread and your water, and he will take sickness out of you."

Stefan threw the brass pipe to the ground. Raising his hands, there was nothing unusual worth mentioning. But the darkness of the previous had vanished by the time he pronounced the first word, and his expression had never been calmer. The eyes are clear and the voice is soft.

Beelzebub's wheezing gradually subsided,

Sasha tilted his head and looked at, who was trembling terribly. His face was no longer so pale. But the whole thing seemed worse - Stefan's power could affect Beelzebub and certainly Heyman - he probably had never seen the gap between himself and Stefan so clearly, a gap that was maddeningly large.

must have tried at least once, otherwise he would never have allowed Stefan to snatch the "glory" and "responsibility" that belonged to him, but sadly, he didn't succeed. His defeat infuriated his father, and the time between their entry into the room was not too short. But except for the initial "It's not necessary!" In the case of the saint Jared,. Strong Jacob didn't exist at all.

"He forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases."

Oh, and it's almost the end, and it's quite an unpleasant episode. Sasha no longer pays attention to little Strong Jacob, who is about to turn into a pile of garbage.

Stefan stepped out of the way, "How does it feel?" Father?"

“…… Very good. "Jared. Strong Jacob gasped in reply, he tried to sit up from the bed, ecstatic stroked his restored chest, took a few more deep breaths, and after making sure that he had indeed recovered, he began to pull out the tubes one by one, and a little blood flowed out, but he didn't care at all: "It's never been better, Harry."

"Stefan."

Jared stared at his son, his eyes gradually becoming stern, "Harry."

"Stefan." Stefan said unflinchingly, "Father, look in the mirror."

A priest walked briskly over at once, pulled back the curtain in front of the mirror, which was facing the bed, and Jared saw himself—a self at least five years younger, who hadn't seen his dark hair in five years. He lifted his arm, his skin became less saggy, and he noticed something more.

"Again," said the old man, who was still an old man, "one more time." He shouted eagerly.

Beelzebub moved his lips slightly, his power was essentially equal to his name, and human greed could easily touch those things that were hidden deep in the soul and body.

"No," Stefan shook his head, and after seeing enough of Jared's expression, he added, "Not now." You're going to die, father. ”

For a few seconds, Jared's gaze seemed to penetrate Stefan's body, but he finally came to his senses and didn't continue to ask, "So, Stephen......"

"I'm not going to stay here."

"Stay here, half of this place belongs to you, and when I die, it will all belong to you."

"I can't stay here, like I have to be called Stefan," Stefan said, "you can't compete with the state."

Jared kept his mouth shut, 1,196 million, the number of Vatican subjects.

"Also, there are some things I need to remind you of." "First of all, Hopkins, I've already said that I don't want them to be bothered," Stefan said, glancing at, "I can do a lot of things, but some of them still need help from others, very important help." I arrived in time this time, father, but I can't guarantee that I will arrive in time every time. ”

Jared glanced at him too, but he looked at Sasha, "No one will bother them in the future, unless necessary."

"I'll take them."

"Yes."

"And Lila."

For a moment, Sasha thought Jared was going to jump up and pounce on Steve and strangle Stefan.

Jared didn't, he lowered his head. As if thinking, "Why?"

"You know who Lila's father is."

"Filthy blood."

"It doesn't matter if it's dirty or clean, what matters is her two uncles, their brother is dead, and I don't think they'll be happy to hear about Lila's death." Stepan said, "Although you call all the supernatural beings except yourselves 'heretics' and 'devils,' their power does not disappear because of one name."

"When will I be able to- get it again?" Jared said that it sounded a little strange, but everyone in the room could understand it.

"Two years, or three years," said Stefan, "you will live a hundred years, father."

"The night is coming to an end." "It's the darkest time," Stefan said.

Maybe it's because he wants Jared to make the verdict himself. They didn't kill Lila directly, but that doesn't mean those Strong Jacobs wouldn't use torture instruments - Stefan used his powers on her, and her ** was healed. But the broken spirit didn't fight back so quickly: "She wants to kill Jared. Strong Jacob. ”

"Because her mother was the one who was taken by Jared. Strong Jacob burned her to death with her own hands, because not only did she run away, but she also married and had children with the pagans outside, and I don't know how Jared deceived her. But she's back. With the children with them, Jared used them as bait and killed their husband and father, and your 'leader' is the brother of this unfortunate man. The mountain wind violently tore at Stefan's gray hair and his voice: "Every man surnamed Strong Jacob has eaten his flesh." Jared didn't kill Lila, he wanted to raise her and then use her as a public prostitute. Luckily, Lila had the ability to do so—she escaped. ”

"Even the worst of hell's depravity is in Jared. "But alas, he can't die now."

"Because of the Supervising Sect." Sasha concluded: "The right is fascinating."

"For me. Rights are only tools to an end. ”

Sasha set his gaze on the deep dark valley, where they now stood on the top of the hill where Strong's mansion was located, which was probably the highest point in White Salt City.

"Then the devil brought him up to the highest mountain, and brought all the nations of the world to their glory. and showed him and said unto him. If you worship me more, I will give you all these things. Sasha said, "Stefan, what do you want to say to me when you show me this?"

"Because that's a father too, and he knocks a son?"

Beelzebub sneered loudly.

"Yes," said Stefan, unhesitantly, "to be a son of the devil is one of the worst sins in itself—even for me."

"No Jared. Strong Jacob, your sins are just as great, 'Father,'" Sasha pointed to his eyes, then his hair, "I don't want to ask questions, because I know very well that I have no right to stone you."

"Your sins do not come from your own body."

"'I will not allow my eyes to sleep, nor my eyes to sleep.'" Sasha said calmly, "I know what my future place will be, and I know what my future dwelling place will be. ”

"I'm always going to be with my father."

((One second to remember)