The city-state of Syat, a seaside city-state located on the border of the Biriberi Peninsula and the Vaisava region, has only one coastal city in the south of the entire Vausawa region, that is, the capital of the city-state of Syat, so it also became the trading center of Southern Vausawa. Every year, countless people get rich overnight because of this place, and countless people are destitute because of this place, this is the city of Syat, a paradise and a hell.

Listening to the noise coming from the tavern below, Vicos pursed his lips in disdain, and continued to look at the beautiful night view of the city of Syat.

It's been two days since he was attacked by the wolves, and luckily he escaped with certain death. It's just that whenever he thinks of the situation at that time, Vicos always can't help but leave some cold sweats, and then secretly sighs that his life is big.

At that time, after Vikos came to his senses, he looked at the Wind Splitter Wolf in front of him who was about to tear him apart, and used an ability given to him by the contract, "Deterrence", an ability that can make creatures unconsciously feel awe. He didn't know exactly how strong or weak this ability was at the time because of the new contact, but when the threat was emanating from Vikos, the Wind Splitter and the wolves behind him turned and fled after screaming in horror. At the same time, the terrifying being in the forest seemed to sense this strong aura that did not belong to Vikos, and roared loudly, walking towards Vikos with footsteps that shook the mountain. However, Vikos was not able to see the specific appearance of the terrifying beast, so he was rushed by Shabak and grabbed the collar with one hand and fled to the cliff where Liechden and the others were.

Vicos tugged at his collar and reached out to stroke a purple butterfly on his right chest. This butterfly is made up of countless purple patterns. It's something that Vicos didn't have before, or to be more precise. Before signing the contract, he didn't have this beautiful, bewitching pattern on his body.

He sighed softly. Haunted by the mysterious contract. Until now, he didn't know what the purpose of this mysterious contract was, except that she had given him a skill called "Deterrence". Even he didn't know who had signed a pact with him, and what price it would cost him to trade.

For the past few days, Vicos has always felt that there is a pair of eyes around him watching him, staring at his every word and deed. This mysterious sense of surveillance made him feel uncomfortable, and perhaps the value of freedom was only understood after it was lost.

"Don't mind if I come over. "There was a tinkling of boots on the wooden staircase leading to the rooftop.

"No matter how much I mind, don't you still come up?" Vicos straightened his collar. Covering the pattern on his right chest.

"You're as poisonous as ever. Shabak walked over to Vicos with a glass of beer in both hands.

When he saw that it was the old knight, Vicos turned and leaned on the fence on the roof of the hotel, admiring the night view of the city, which was impossible to see in the countryside.

"It's beautiful, the view of the city. Shabak pushed a glass of beer to Vicos, but was rejected by the other party, and Shabak smiled helplessly when he saw this.

Vicos was deeply lazy, "It's a scenery that is hard to see, and there is a lot more bustle and noise than in the countryside." ”

Shabak took a hard sip of his beer and reached out to wipe the beer foam stuck to his beard. He looked up at Vicos. "But didn't you notice that something was missing from this beautiful view?"

Vikos tilted his head, "What's missing, what's missing in this beautiful city?"

"A qualified host who belongs to it. Shabak's eyes suddenly sharpened, "No city lacks this perfect thing." ”

Vicos's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he frowned. "Are you metaphorically referring to something? Or do you think you're the one who can rule over all cities?"

"No, no, no, I'm not that arrogant. Shabak shook his index finger, then pointed at Vicos. "You are the one who can rule over all cities. The one who can do miracles is you. Don't ask why. Because that's your destiny. ”

The corners of Vikos's mouth twitched, and he looked at Shabak with a playful look, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"If you have to say that there is, then there are really a few. Shabak reached out and pulled out a pocket in his bosom to store something, then pulled out a piece of parchment.

(Parchment again.) Vicos now feels a tingling sensation in his scalp when he sees the parchment, for fear that some strange contract will appear on it. After all, he didn't even understand the contract he had made in a vague way, let alone any other contract.

"Look at it, it's yours. He picked up the beer that belonged to Vicos and took a sip.

"Hmm......" Vikos opened the scroll that looked a little old, but after just one glance, Vikos's face changed, and the more he looked back, the more Vikos's face changed. Sometimes delighted, sometimes puzzled.

A cool breeze blew over the city of Syat, and Vicos couldn't help but shudder, perhaps because of the freezing of the paper, or because of the paper.

"What are you kidding. Vicos grabbed the parchment and shook it a few times, "This is a letter of appointment from the nobility?"

"That's right, this thing belongs to you, Your Excellency Viscount Tomelio Boseksen. After saying that, Shabak held the wine glass in his hand to his chest, hunched over, and there was a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth, as if he was very happy with the shock of Vicos in front of him.

The corners of Vicos's mouth twitched again, and his head couldn't turn a little, looking at the one-hundred-year noble appointment letter with the seal of the Grand Duke of Colesman, he was a little unacceptable anyway. How could he suddenly become Viscount Boseksen? and he became a nobleman with a noble status in a place less than 100 kilometers away from the Holy City.

"You really have a lot of things to hide from me. Vicos' grip on the parchment was loose and tight, tight and loose, he had thought of himself as a desireless man. I don't care what aristocratic status is. But when this opportunity really appeared in front of his eyes and was within reach. He found that he was not as high as he imagined, and even had an irrepressible excitement in his heart. The thirst for power made him uncontrollable excited.

"Do you want to continue listening to the story? another story, the story of a down-and-out knight and his hapless comrades. Shabak raised his head and drank his beer.

"There's no need to distinguish between the real and the fake, this scroll is real. Seeing Vicos look at the skeptical look at the sign of the parchment scroll on the sign of the Holy Quartet on behalf of the Grand Duke of Colesman, Shabak pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, "The Holy Cross will not deceive you, it is God's mark for believers in the world." ”

Originally a capital torture instrument used to execute rebels, endeavors and infidels in ancient times, the cross evolved into a symbol of the faith of the Holy Religious Order. The Son of God was born in human form to save the world and experienced the most painful and magnificent moments, especially the crucifixion and resurrection after death. Afterwards. The cross became the symbol of faith of the Holy Church. There are also many types of crosses, including St. Anthony's Cross, Oriental Catholic Cross, Holy Cross...... The Holy Quartet Cross, on the other hand, is the most special cross, as it is not only the emblem of the Church of Colesman, but also the royal coat of arms of the Grand Duchy of Colesman.

Another night breeze blew, and the city's bell struck heavily with a dull sound, indicating that the docks had stopped shipping. The seaport went into lockdown. No idlers are allowed to approach the harbor, otherwise they will be held accountable for violating the laws of the city-state of Syat.

"I'm interested in hearing your story, if you really have a story to tell. Vicos stroked the long eye-catching blonde hair on his forehead.

"It's still the same story I told you last time. Before I get you out, huh...... It's not so much a rescue as a theft. Shabak turned his glass upside down. Let the little remaining droplet of beer slide down the walls of the glass.

"I met the unknown Cunzài again in the camp, eh...... To be precise, he never left, always lurking in the space around me. "A little cloudy of inferior beer drips down the walls of the glass. Begin to fall from the rooftop of the tavern.

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I couldn't help but be a little surprised when I looked at the quiet baby Shabak in his arms, because the baby didn't seem to know what a fright was. He carried him and killed more than twenty attendants along the way. The sparks of the collision of weapons and the splash of blood did not make him panic at all. Instead, he looked at Shabak, whose face was stained with the blood of himself and his enemies, with pure eyes, and let out a giggle.

He seemed to be a little too quiet. Shabak muttered as he stepped into the tent he had set up temporarily.

"He was born for this, and you don't have to be surprised by that, my Shabak. His wizened hand wrapped around Shabak's eyes from behind.

Listening to the sound of this bellows, which resembled a broken bellows, Shabak's heart beat violently in horror again. Even though this was the second time he had come into contact with it, Shabak's body couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. This storage zài gave him the feeling that it was too dangerous, and the aura it emanated was like a dead creature from the underworld, even though he had never been to the underworld.

"Who the hell are you?" Shabak reached out and pressed the saber at his waist.

"Don't be so reckless, you know, you're a nobleman. Another wizened hand was placed on his right hand, which held the sword.

Although the wizened hand had no strength at all, Shabak felt that his right hand was completely powerless, and it seemed as if his connection with his right hand had been severed.

"Now, Mr. Noble, we're going to have a fun game. It's still the same hoarse voice, but the difference is that there is a bit more banter in this voice.

"Don't make a sound. Another wizened hand pierced through the void and covered Shabak's mouth.

Then something happened that Shabak could not have imagined, he felt that something was pressing on his eyeballs, and that oppressive feeling almost crushed his eyeballs. Soon this discomfort turned into a sharp pain that pierced the soul.

"Sting. Shabak's eyeballs were jerked out, and the bloodshot eyeballs were dripping with bloody breath towards the ground.

Shabak tried to scream out loud in pain, but his vocal cords seemed to have been removed. Unable to make a sound at all, even the simplest ability to move the Adam's apple up and down has been lost.

Shabak's body twitched unconsciously because of the sharp pain. It's like a disordered puppet that can't speak, and its limbs are struggling unconsciously.

What scared him the most was that his eyes seemed to move with him after they were removed. He could even see his bloody cheeks twisting in pain. But what frightened him even more was that he finally saw the true face of the Cunzài, or not the face, only a few thin palms that appeared in the void and a black, dry lips lying next to his ear.

Two more volleys of palms, each holding a trembling eyeball, looked exactly like Shabak's own.

The two dry fingers clamped the eyeballs and pressed the eyeballs into Shabak's already empty eyes little by little, and then after the eyeballs entered, countless small blood vessels belonging to Shabak climbed up the two eyeballs, and then the two eyeballs sank a little bit. Little by little, it melted into Shabak's eye sockets.

"Alright, Mr. Noble, your eyeballs are installed. The joking voice sounded again, "This is a really fun game." ”

As soon as the words fell, Shabak's gaze turned to the darkness before, and slowly, the dry palm left Shabak's face, and his vision gradually recovered.

A yellowed parchment scroll floated in front of him, and just as he was trying to read what was written on it, the parched mouth suddenly burst into laughter like a cat's paw on a rusty iron pot.

"Don't look at it. It was a letter of appointment to the nobility, but it wasn't yours, it was his. Thirteen withered palms gently lifted Vikos, who was wrapped in the quilt. "Only he, the king of the world, is ...... He will rise to the pinnacle of power. And then ............"

The hoarse voice stopped abruptly at this point, and then began to speak again. "Take him away, then. When you recover, take him with you, go there!"

Just as Shabak wanted to ask clearly, the palm in front of him seemed to be sucked away, and he was caught up in a black vortex that suddenly appeared. It's just that before disappearing, he left the scroll on the ground.

"Oooh, oops. Just as Shabak was telling Vicos the story, there was another sound of footsteps at the top of the staircase, and a sturdy mercenary with a piece of bread also went up to the rooftop, but he was surprised to see that there were still people on the rooftop, and then raised his glass and smiled in a friendly manner.

Shabak could only reluctantly stop his narration, raised the glass that had already drunk the beer to the somewhat honest mercenary, and walked slowly downstairs.

"Alas......" Looking at the mercenary who suddenly interrupted the story, Vicos could only sigh, feeling a little sad that he didn't know what was going on, and then went to the room he had booked to rest.

Vicos, who walked down the wooden staircase step by step, gently stroked his hair with his index finger and thumb, and his eyes glanced at the empty corridor in front of him with some coldness.

He felt it, and the uncomfortable sense of surveillance returned. In this small, dimly lit corridor, the sense of surveillance becomes even more intense, almost as if a predator is staring at him with an indifferent, prey-watching gaze.

(It's really evil.) Vicos muttered inwardly, but his face still had a flat look.

Vicos's boots stomped on the ground with a crisp sound that echoed through the empty hallway. Although the hall on the first floor had been crowded with energetic mercenaries and all sorts of people not long ago, they had left with amusement as soon as the bell rang for the night, so that the Hammer Tavern of the hotel-cum-inn fell silent, and no noise was heard again. The only thing that echoes here is the sound of boots hitting the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" Vicos lay on the bed with one hand on his pillow, his eyes carefully studying his left hand in the air, as if trying to find a clue in the veins of his left hand. A trace of his own background, the mysterious plucking out of Shabak's eyes, and the contract signed that day.

The candles in the room flickered with a faint light, reflecting the atmosphere of the whole room with a somewhat eerie feeling.

After thinking for a while, Vicos, who didn't sort out any useful clues, could only put his left hand down helplessly. He got up and blew out the candle beside his bed, ready to fall asleep.

Night. It continued, and several ships were stalled in the harbor preparing to enter the harbor. However, it is a pity that they did not calculate the time and came here in advance, so they had no choice but to stay in the harbor for the night.

In the darkness, Vikos floated silently in the void, and in front of him stood a large doorway. There is no doubt that he is here again, the place that has given him new life and given him troubles.

(Here again.) Looking at the huge door slowly opening in front of him, Vicos said in his heart.

"Listen to the words of the dead. Don't look away, just take a good look. Do you think I don't exist anywhere. If you want to run to a place where you can't see it, why don't you abandon useless decorations, and even if you open your heart, the burden is still heavy?" a heavenly song came softly through the door, like a mermaid who had a mythical ship on the rock, tempting passing sailors with their songs, making them fall asleep and then be killed unconsciously.

"Only the dream that will fly away if you keep blowing it connects the two. Betraying the guidance given by the stars of a qiē, he drove straight up with all his strength to the door in the sky. Wherever it leads, I will go. "It's still the natural sound that seems to be intoxicating, singing strange hymns, and people will inadvertently indulge in the beauty of it.

The dazzling light inside the door slowly faded, revealing the graceful figure of a woman. From the back, she was arranging her waist-length hair at the moment, and she was singing a melodic and voluptuous song with her seductive lips lightly together.

"Timidity and loneliness in the petals, let the two hearts taste each other's words. Do you think loneliness will go away? I want to see your true inside rather than just the reassurance you need at the moment than the old-fashioned jokes. Gaze at a soft tomorrow guided by the stars. Even so, we must move towards a bright future, even if tears fall. I also want to connect with you and keep going. We will reach a place where no one knows, take me there and listen to the words of the soul. Vicos slowly drifted towards the graceful woman, and the beautiful song became clearer and clearer in his ears, and his soul sank deeper and deeper.

"Don't look away, just take a good look. The timidity and loneliness in the petals, thinking, where should the two people who didn't look back go. Betraying the guidance given by the stars of a qiē, he drove straight up with all his strength to the door in the sky. "A standard melon seed face, looks as delicate as a doll, just like a person who has stepped down from the most standard portrait of a beautiful woman; compared to the big eyes of ordinary beauties, her eyes are large and contain a strange brilliance, as if there are rippling water in her eyes, as if she is silently telling some sad story all the time; the bridge of the nose is resolute and straight, with both the beauty of a woman and a little heroic spirit that only a man has; the slightly thin and soft cherry lips present an almost transparent ruby red, which is delicate at any time as if it can make people intoxicated at a glance; and the long black shiny hair as soft as water is slanted down like a waterfall, just the right three centimeters scattered on the waist......

"Betray the fate of graceful smile, if you have the courage to find me. Wherever I am, I save zài. As the last note fell, the somewhat sacred song was withdrawn from the girl's mouth.

"Welcome here, Vicos. The girl slid her arms slightly, and as the girl's arms fell, the void space changed into brilliant colors, and huge granite pillars rose in the void, and the marble dome extended outward little by little in the center of the void. Empty rose windows of mosaic glass of different colors emerge in the void, painted with rich stories of sacred texts, silently telling the legends and teachings of the Holy Church, and the mystery of Roland adds a convincing religious touch to these stories.

The transformation of the entire space continued, and the white marble floor was like a puzzle piece stitching together a smooth ground in the void, so smooth that even Vicos's shadow could be clearly reflected.

The huge stone pillars rise into the air, and the tops of the stone pillars are connected with each other in an arc, forming a huge stone arch one after another.

In an instant, a huge church appeared in front of Vikos, and for the first time in front of these huge and ingenious structures, Vikos felt how small humans were.

"You can call me the Witch of Creation, Kayla Barrulian......" Kayla Barrulian gently stroked her hair and feet that hung down on her right shoulder, and looked at Vicos. (To be continued......)