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Whew—(The wind outside the window hangs tightly.) ）

Crunch... Crunch... Syllable...... (The windows are blown by the wind, swaying around, suddenly shut, and suddenly opened.) ）

There was a single candle lit on the only table in the room, and the dim light was not enough to illuminate the room, only to make one corner seem less deadly. Under the strong wind outside the window, the flame at the top of the candle swayed back and forth, flickering and extinguishing, and the shadow of a pillar also floated one after the other in the chaos of the flames, looking like a ghost was coming to ask for his life.

Crunch...... Crunch...... Crunch......

There was a small bed in the room, it was a very old wooden bed, the paint on it had been worn off, and the wood had been polished to a shiny finish from lying down for a long time, and it was shining with oil.

It is formed by the natural secretion of oil by the human body over many years, which is called pulp.

One of the legs of the cot was missing, and as the owner of the bed tossed and turned, there was a harsh, overwhelming grinding sound, making the room even darker.

"Hmm......" (The patient's groans of pain.) ）

"Gaga...... Ga...... Quack ......" (the sound of crows flying by.) ）

"Wow, wow, wow!" (The cry of a newborn child.) ）

"Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ......" (the woman's coaxing. ）

It was a gloomy and rainy night, there was not a trace of moonlight in the sky, and the sky covered by dark clouds was not a good sign no matter how you looked at it.

At some point, a black figure appeared at the table, and he sat on a wooden chair, which was almost as old as the wooden bed.

With the appearance of the man in black, the previous voices fell silent, the crow no longer croaked, the sick no longer moaned, the child stopped crying, and the woman seemed to be tired and fell asleep.

The flame of the candlestick became straight at some point.

"Who are you?"

"How did you get in!"

"Hehehehe, Mr. Wollman, that doesn't seem to be the point. The man in black spoke slowly, his voice as piercing as rusted metal being pulled apart.

"You, who the hell are you!"

"It doesn't matter what kind of person I am, what matters is that I can help Mr. Wollman get what you want. ”

"I don't want anything! Get out of my house right now!"

"Hehehe. Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Wollman, look at you now, there is nothing but failure. Haven't you thought about revenge, haven't you thought about success, haven't you thought about glory?" the man in black's voice was full of mockery.

"You're the best musician, but look at what you've gained? Mmmm, your wife has abandoned you, your children have stopped associating with you, and even your best friend has stolen your latest achievements......"

“...... The Musicians' Guild no longer wants you, your listeners no longer trust you, and your violin is broken by an invisible force...... Like the darling of the declining god, he is so close to you that he wants to stick it all to you. ”

"Mr. Wollman, haven't you ever wanted to change all this, and are you willing to live this aimless, walking corpse life?"

The master lying on the bed was shocked.

"Investigate me! Who are you?"

"Oh, oh, don't say it so seriously, what do you mean me to investigate you? I just learned about the things you revealed, which can only be regarded as well-informed, but not an investigation of you. ”

"If you want to investigate......

"Mr. Wollman peed his first bed when he was one year and three days old, and you fell in love with a girl for the first time when you were nine years old, and the other person moved out the next day. When you were 18 years old, you met your first girlfriend, and that year was also the year your mother died...... Your mother took you with you since childhood, but your father is nowhere to be found, and then she left you because you were obsessed with music and didn't care enough about your lover. In order to make a living, you cheated your neighbor out of three silver coins when you were 20 years old, and then you lived by fraud until you became a musician after you learned your art......"

"Enough is enough!"

"When you were twenty-five years old, you got drunk and raped a girl, and for fear of being held responsible, you cut her neck with a knife, and then took advantage of the night to put her in a sack and threw her into a lake outside the city the next day, and that was the first time you killed someone. ”

"Enough, no more!"

"When the sheriff asked you if you had seen the girl near the bar at night, you lied to him, and he found the blood on your clothes and asked for an examination, and in order to escape, you took the lead in killing the sheriff, and then you fled the city, and stayed in the wilderness for three days, and settled in another city, and the sheriff's child was only a few days old, and because of your evil thoughts, you were a child who lost his father......"

"Say no more...... I beg you, don't say any more......"

"Mr. Wollman, this is all your own crime, and you are not allowed to say it? ”

"What do you want from me? You see, I'm so poor that I have nothing to give you. What the hell do you want from me?"

"Of course, you can't give us anything material, and material things are not important to us. What we want is your soul. ”

"My soul, what do you want my soul to do, and what kind of organization are you?"

"We want your soul naturally for our reasons, and you will know what kind of organization we are, Mr. Wollman, later. Now, Mr. Wolman, tell me, are you satisfied with your present life?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied, isn't that nonsense you're asking. ”

"Very well, then, Mr. Wollman, tell me again, do you want to change all this, change your life, take back your glory. To those who have treated you rudely...... Take revenge on them, are you willing to do it?"

"Of course I do. ”

"If I say I'm capable...... We have the power to help you, can you believe it?"

"I don't believe it. ”

"What do you have nothing to do for me? Who do you think you are? What do you think my enemies are? Most of them are nobles of very high status, how can you deal with so many nobles?"

The man in black was stunned by his question, and then began to laugh again.

"Hahahahaha What kind of world is it now? Aristocrats, what is the use of aristocrats? They are about to become things of the past, and we are the new generation of power-holders! Aristocrats are such things, they will be trampled under our feet!"

"Mr. Wollman, I'll come back to you, and then you'll be able to see our power. ”

"Hahahahaha!"

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