"A new era ~~"

In the smoky bar, a hungover Albert screamed, waving his beer: "A new era is coming!

The big waves are coming, friends, let's have another drink before drowning!"

As he spoke, he spilled a large handful of bills. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Drink and drink!"

Seeing that the idlers with free drinks followed suit, they wondered how much money this crazy old man had in his pocket.

But perhaps the smoke was too harsh, and the old man put down his glass after two sips of beer, and burst into tears.

Boom!

The gates were kicked open, and heavily armed troops rushed in, kicking the drunkards and drunkards who stood in their way. The head priest produced an arrest warrant.

"Archbishop Albert, you have been arrested for your negligence, even though the Holy City has suffered heavy losses. ”

The priest said coldly, "Please come with us." ”

"Hey, you're coming to me now?" Albert looked at the visitor drunkenly, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Let me have another drink, okay?"

The priest looked at Albert's haggard appearance, and stopped talking, until at last he sighed:

"Just a drink. ”

"One glass is enough. ”

Albert smiled and picked up his glass, the inferior beer leaking from the corners of his mouth, and the tangled beard ****.

Fall on the chest.

It's like tears.

-

"Mr. Wagner, it's going to be late, so please hurry up. ”

In front of the dock, the priest looked at the silent old man on the bench. Behind him, there were several priests dressed in black, wearing long swords and wearing gray heraldic armbands on their arms, which were of iron.

They were the secret forces of the Holy City, responsible for protecting Wagner on the way out of the Holy City.

Or rather, escorts can also be.

"Wait a little longer. Wagner rubbed his numb fingers, let out a sigh of heat, and stared into the street: "Wait. ”

The whistle sounds.

"Mr. Wagner. ”

The priest stood in front of him with a blank face: "You must go." ”

"Help me with my luggage, I'm old. ”

Wagner glanced at the end of the long street again, and did not see the rickety and old figure, so he sighed softly: "If you don't come to see me, you really haven't come to see me...... Bastard ......"

He seemed to understand something, sighed, and waited no longer.

"Let's go. ”

He turned and stepped onto the ferry bound for the dark world.

Maybe it's gone, and there's no time to return.

-

"A new era~ should really be celebrated, shouldn't it?"

Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound coming from the ether ball, clicked his mouth, and looked out of the barrier: "Come to the bar, how about it?"

No one paid any attention to him.

"Brother Zhiyi, don't be so indifferent. ”

He sighed and looked down at his hands, which were nailed to the wall with silver nails, unable to move.

Half of his body was soaked in purple-black liquid, which was like a living thing, constantly drawing his life force, so that he could not extract the strength of a finger.

Just lightheadedness and drowsiness.

No one paid attention.

"Brother Zhiyi, I have an iron relationship with your master, Mr. Paganini, who has been friends for eight years, and you have an iron relationship with the head of a chicken and burning yellow paper, and if you treat me like this, he will definitely be angry if he knows it. ”

“......”

"Brother Zhiyi, are you a man or a woman?"

Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "Although you are clothes, you should also have a gender, right? Could it be that you came with Paganini? But the appearance of Paganini in "Dance of the Witches" can only be said...... Well, men and women can't tell the difference. You won't ...... too."

“......”

"There is an old saying that brothers are like siblings, and beautiful women are like clothes. ”

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment: "I see that you are called the 'Cloak of Original Sin', but not the 'Hand of Original Sin', I think it should be a girl!, right?"

"Ye Qingxuan......"

In the darkness, a hoarse voice came: "There are many ways in this world to make people suffer but not die.

If you don't shut up, I'd love to let you try it. ”

"Okay, okay. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "How about we change the topic?" Let's talk, I knew that I wouldn't have killed Samuel, is he okay now?"

The Cloak of Original Sin sneered, "Do you think it's good to have burned two-thirds of your body?" and he is still soaked in a pool of blood, mad to kill you...... I ought to have you in his company. ”

"Didn't I expect you to come to the Holy City?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'm about to break out of the door, and you rush in again." Originally, everyone was happy, but you had to come to stir things up...... Forget it, I should have thought of it a long time ago.

You've been here for a long time, haven't you?"

The Cloak of Original Sin sneered and did not speak.

Ye Qingxuan whistled, unimpressed.

Since the last war in Auschwitz, the Tribute to Perdition orchestra has probably been reduced to pieces and hidden in the Holy City, right?

They inherited Paganini's 'mutation' music theory, and they are the best at camouflage, and some people open the door to convenience inside, and they hide it from the eyes of ordinary people.

It's okay if Paganini is too big to hide, but the minions below have no problem running into the Holy City to work for Ludovic.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that Paganini was still recuperating from his injuries, and the Cloak of Original Sin had regained its strength, even further than before.

I'm afraid that the last battle with the Gate of Heaven also brought Paganini a lot of inspiration, right?

But as a result of this incident, Ye Qingxuan was simply leveled and nailed to the wall.

"Hey! ”

Ye Qingxuan was bored, and asked again, "Is your master okay?"

The Cloak of Original Sin sneered, and glanced at him with a look that made Ye Qingxuan furious: "He misses you very much, if you have the opportunity another day, you will definitely see him in the abyss." ”

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head like a rattle: "It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes!

"Hmph. ”

The Cloak of Original Sin sneered, "That's not up to you. ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed.

After being silent with each other for a long time, Ye Qingxuan spoke.

"Hey, Brother Zhiyi...... I have a question for you. ”

He said earnestly: "I am honest and righteous, and I hope you can do the same, be compassionate, and satisfy my curiosity, how about it?"

The Cloak of Original Sin sneered, looked at him, stood in his arms, and said nothing. Ye Qingxuan didn't care about his cold face, just smiled flatteringly and asked:

"You're not technically a 'human,' are you?"

The expression of the original sin cloak was gloomy, but there was no mockery on Ye Qingxuan's face, and there was sincerity, but it made him frown.

"So what?"

"No, no, it's not a mockery. ”

Ye Qingxuan muttered vaguely: "From a certain point of view, this may be a good thing...... In this way, you may be able to think beyond my limitations. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean ......"

Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "As a 'dress', you don't really care about people's lives or deaths, do you?"

"That's right. ”

"The beauty or ugliness of human beings, the poor, the poor or the rich, it doesn't mean anything to you, does it. ”

The Cloak of Original Sin nodded.

"Well, as a 'garment', your master is not a mortal, that is, if it is not necessary, you are not even bothered to come to the material world, right?"

Without waiting for the original sin cloak to reply, Ye Qingxuan said to himself: "For a scepter-level artifact, you won't care about the ordinary clothes on mortals, right?

“......”

The Cloak of Original Sin was confused: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"I mean......" Ye Qingxuan organized his chaotic thoughts and worked hard to compile words: "If one day, you go to great lengths to blend in with a bunch of ordinary clothes and become one of them...... What is it for?"

The Cloak of Original Sin does not hesitate: "If it is the master's order......"

"What if you don't have a master?" Ye Qingxuan interrupted him.

“......”

The Cloak of Original Sin was confused, and he couldn't understand what Ye Qingxuan's mouth meant without a master, and he couldn't imagine that kind of situation and existence.

For it, there is no such possibility.

But Ye Qingxuan fell into confusion and excitement, followed the clues of a thousand threads, and murmured sluggishly: "An artifact like you will not have a need for any clothes."

You don't envy the coats that are woven with lapis and gold thread, and you don't care about the armor or even the close-fitting pants...... You're not in the same category as those clothes at all, and you don't need to rack your brains to get into them, unless you ...... Unless ......"

He froze.

"Unless ......"

The Cloak of Original Sin looked at him going crazy, frowned, and strengthened his guard: "What are you chirping?

"Unless...... Hahaha......"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.

He rejoiced with excitement, and would almost writhe if he hadn't been nailed to the wall, his eyes burning, staring at the cloak of original sin:

"-Unless, you're in it for another artifact, aren't you?"

"For an artifact like yours, there is only one other artifact that is worth the trouble of lurking in a large pile of ordinary clothes, hiding yourself in the dust...... I see, I see, so !!"

Ye Qingxuan muttered frantically: "I finally guessed wrong, this is the limitation of human thinking...... Even if Ludovick is the Pope, what's the point to the Hundred Eyes?

I thought he wanted to master the Sacred Cauldron, but I guessed wrong, the Sacred Cauldron is now just a souvenir of humanity's transformation of the Great Source.

What he wants should be what the Divine Cauldron represents!"

“......”

The expression of the original sin cloak became gloomy: "Ye Qingxuan, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Ludovic, no, Lord Hundred-Eyed, the original Dark Pope's body, who went to great lengths to do all this. ”

Ye Qingxuan suddenly murmured:

"He wants to start with the Sacred Cauldron and master everything that humanity has written into the Great Source according to the rules of music theory of the Seven Lines of Musicians.

He wants to bypass the grip of the 'Silent Moon' and become one with His opposite, in the ethereal, unconscious!

- He has become the true master of the Great Source, the only and unique god in this world!" )