Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fragrance of Forbidden Flowers
The sea breeze mixed with ashes hit her head-on, and Faria, who stood on the crack of the container, her beige hair fluttering in the wind, looked at the man in front of her condescendingly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Redemption, how did you spend your childhood?"
Putting the muzzle of the gun to her mouth, Fareya said with a grin: "Anyway, Faria basically spent the first half of her life in cages and shackles. β
"So, what do you want to say?" Redemption inside the container raised an eyebrow, seemingly interested in Faria's statement.
"Ahh
Faria stretched out her arms exaggeratedly, a big smile on her face.
And just above that smile, the dust of the ruins flew through the sky like a flowing river.
"Sorry, I've never been in a situation like this. And it doesn't seem like much of a hassle to me. β
Salvation answers this question truthfully. At this moment, Faria's smile disappeared, and a terrifying devil-like face suddenly appeared.
"What a joke! You say it's not a hassle!? I haven't even experienced such a situation, so I want to understand the reason for Faria's actions!? Joke! Pharea roared madly, "Have you ever been a slave?" Have you ever experienced a life without covering? Did you know that mud mixed with grass roots can make people not hungry for days? Have you ever been without a drop of water for days and have only been forced to drink from those monsters! Have you ever been? β
Halfway through her words, Pharia suddenly raised her head and shouted at the sky, as if venting her anger at God.
"What are you kidding, Faria is just a delicacy for those monsters! No! Faria is Faria! β
Incoherent language, so that salvation is half incomprehensible.
The semantics are incomplete, the main idea is incoherent, and the meaning is unclear.
It didn't make any difference, it only made Redemption feel like it was a girl's emotional venting.
The wind, for a moment, brought the fragrance of Fariaβonly for a moment, but Redemption also faintly smelled the fragrant and rich fragrance of gardenias.
"Why did I kill you, you ask?"
Fareya glared at Redemption and smiled wickedly.
"As long as I can kill you, it will pave the way for the master behind the scenes of Faria. As long as they kill you, they will keep their promise and no longer imprison Pharia's body. As long as you die, Pharia will be free! β
At this point, Faria's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The surrounding gravel and steel pieces jumped into the air without exception, pointing to salvation!
"It's dangerous." Salvation haha: "Anyway, where did you get this power?" Could it be the cross that we stole out? Is that the thing the source? β
"Oh~ Redemption is really good at reasoning~ You're right, Faria's power is exactly what this cross bestows~ This is Faria's mother, Faria's best mother, the relic left to me after being drained by those monsters~ Andββ"
Crackling Bang -
Stones and pieces of steel rained down on Redemption, and Redemption in a confined space had no power to dodge. Although the Redemption Blade flew and shot down most of the missiles, it was still wounded by some of the fish that slipped through the net.
"As you can see, the cross left by her mother can give Faria a powerful ability~ Faria escaped with this power. You know what? This cross is the first spiritual gold in the true sense~ Refining gold to obtain super-powerful substances, so as to obtain stronger exorcism power - Van Helsing, the ancestor of Faria, has already done it~"
Then, in the sigh of redemption helplessness, Fareya once again manipulated the surrounding barrage.
"Redemption, be Faria's ticket to freedom!"
Farea was yelling like this!
Click-click.
The sound of the syringe was abrupt. It was a small voice, but the redemption was heard vividly, it was from Faria, and something was being injected into Faria's neck to be exact.
The lovely face was full of shock at the moment, and she turned her head slowly, little by little.
"No...... It's not like it's good......"
With that, plopping - his knees went limp, he lost his strength on the spot, and fell limply into the container from a great height.
When Faria's slender body fell, the uninvited guest behind her was revealed.
He looks like a middle-aged gentleman. The body is well-proportioned, the movements are elegant, and the intellectual glasses are clamped to the erudite eye sockets.
"Erikson?" Redemption recognized the guy: "The director of the British Museum? β
Yes, it's Erikson. Salvation is to deceive Him and steal the damned cross.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Security? It's a pleasure to see you here. He threw away the needle in his hand casually, and jumped into the container without hesitation: "I'm sorry, this guy has caused you a lot of trouble, right?" β
The needle tube is vaguely marked with the words thuocduame and barbiturate. Of these two drugs, one is a central nervous system anesthetic, and the other is an old-fashioned torture drug. Both are used as the main recipe, and a small amount of other drugs are added to the cocktail, which can quickly increase the activity of the heart muscle and anesthetize the nerves. As a result, the injected person's physical energy is depleted very quickly and becomes delirious β some of which can only be expected, but we can't say.
Yes. Isn't this Erikson an ordinary curator? Isn't he an ordinary person? Redemption didn't figure out the situation, and he even thought that this guy was here to recover the cross.
"Uh, Curator, I'm sorry for stealing your stuff, but there's no need to be so that guy right now. Hand her over to me, I'll take care of it, I'm a member of the Protectorate, you see! Redemption extinguished the blade of light and showed his credentials: "As for the cross, the Protector will return it to you after the composition is identified." I'm really sorry, but it's okay now. β
"There's no need to apologize to me, Void Redemption." Erikson raised his hand, and a bright crossbow was pointed at the head of Salvation: "I recommend you don't move around, this arrow is a blasting arrow, it's hard to dodge." β
βοΌβ Redemption frowned, and he suddenly sensed a problem.
Erikson, who calls him "Void Redemption".
But the fact that he redeemed him did not seem to have given such people his own code name.
How does Eriksen know who he is!?
"It's not...... Didn't you say okay, let Fareya handle everything? β
The girl slumped to the ground, lifted her crimson cheeks slightly, and moaned pitifully.
She struggled to resist the effects of the drug, and her arms were stretched out, moving as if she were about to stand up.
"Ah, the delicacy of Van Helsing's heirs is truly intoxicating! It's a pity that none of you generations have been able to inherit Van Helsing's demon-hunting powers. Times are different! β
With that, Erikson kicked Farea hard in the lower abdomen.
It's like kicking a wild dog on the street.
"Incompetent! What an incompetence your generation is! Not even the slightest thrill can be provided to us! It's just a piece of waste to be slaughtered! β
One kick. Then a kick.
"Hey, hey, don't ignore me." Redemption said a few words casually, and then with a plate of fries that he didn't know where to take, he casually ate a snack cross-legged as if watching a play: "This is violence, isn't it right?" Chew Chew Chew ......"
"Ahem!" Faria's body had been kicked and flown to another place, and all she could do now was wail as thin as a gossamer (redemption sounded like it).
"Bitche!" Erikson was still abusing Fareya.
Kick flying.
"Your mom is as shitty as you! You're both dung-eating sows! β
Kick flying.
"Not allowed...... You are not allowed to say Mom! Ahem! β
Kick flying.
"Oh yes, your mother's meat is much more tender and delicious than you think! My daughter and I are very happy with that! β
Kick flying.
"Mixed ...... You're ...... Phew! Uh-huh! β
After that, it's not just about kicking. Beating and boxing, pulling hair to smash the iron door is a piece of cake.
This abuse lasted for more than 10 minutes.
"Yes, I'm sorry! Sorry woo...... I'm sorry! Woohoo......"
At this moment, Fareya has completely lost her fighting spirit. She hugged her head and curled up in a ball, apologizing inexplicably, her eyes closed and shivering.
The spirit has surrendered.
The soul has long been weakened by the ravages of the long period.
And salvation has been watching all this. Neither speak nor act.
"Suck yo-yo-" Holding a carton of milk, Redemption pumped hard with a straw in his mouth: "Suck yo-yo-"
His eyes were so fixed on Faria that he didn't even blink. He stared at the girl deadly.
He's waiting.
He had already sensed the meaning of Faria's words.
He also noticed the meaning of "Van Helsing" in Faria's surname.
He's waiting.
Wait for a word.
(Recently, I saw a website that pirated this book, and it was pirated to the [Fort Worthburg Industrial Site] in the fifth volume!) I was blinded at the time, because I was now in the process of revising the first and third volumes, and the content was inconsistent. Although it is said to be a free chapter, it is like they are playing like they are playing like this...... οΌ