Emerald Collar, Feldwright Inner City West, Pale Bell Tower.

With a height of 98 meters, the Dark Ages (Victorian) style bell tower is the most dazzling jewel of Fidlet.

The fence-like jade square pillars composed of white marble ripple in the sparkling waves of the Moon River with a mesmerizing colorful luster, the crimson magic steel alloy dial with a diameter of seven meters is evenly distributed with the precision forged black steel produced by the Immortal Fortress, the black steel scale is inlaid with three hundred and sixty-five colored opals, and the sword-shaped hands are made of bright silver Demacia steel, if you look closely, you will find that the second and minute hands are enlarged versions of the star rune blade and fire rune blade, When the second and minute hands coincide, they become the combined shape of the hour hand (the Starfire Rune is a sword used by the Angel Sisters).

These four sumptuous dials, connected to the Crystal power unit by delicate gears and levers, rotate the hands according to the magic pulses of the hedron, each beating with a precise and heavy 'click' sound, like a song of a clock that never rests.

In the evening, on top of the pale bell tower, which is not open to the public, there is a slightly rickety figure on the edge of the unprotected building outside the bell room, and the refreshing wind blows the corners of the hunting clothes with a thrilling amplitude, but the man with a delicate face does not care whether he will jump down in the gale and become a depraved crimson embellished with holiness.

The metal door of the bell chamber was pushed open, the high-top bayonet boots trampled on the tiles and made a heavy and regular footstep, wearing a custom-made top-of-the-line assassination outfit, the face of the comer, though not clean, but full of character, the short, stiff stubble and vicious eyes like a vicious snake made the man full of deadly menace from beginning to end, and if combined with the never-ending indirect grin, it was enough to make the most ruthless hunter in the darkness grab his tail and run for his life.

Hector, one of the four elders of the Night Blade, has countless souls under his command, even the most vicious and ruthless Night Blade killer, after hearing the name 'Hecter', he will unconsciously shudder, unlike others, Hector hates trash nicknames such as 'Bloody Hand Butcher' or 'Skinner', he only has one name, and that is his real name.

Thanks to the dog's sister, Hector has a dog mongrel nephew who can't be killed.

A few steps to the young man's side, Hector took out a gold box from the dark red cloak, pushed open the lid, and the man took out a purified tan chewing stick from the box and held it directly in his mouth,

The chewing stick is rich in purified paralyzing toxin confinement white, the dose is enough to make an adult man die suddenly on the spot, but the man does not care about the pleasure brought by the poison, and the man even fantasizes that he is out of balance because of the chewing stick, so he jumps off the clock tower and ends his life.

The pleasure of hovering on the brink of death is as good as skinning......

Supreme pleasure.

"No matter how many times you look down from the pale bell tower, Fidlight is a very beautiful and orderly city, with dense underground sewers and grids that bury filth deep and are swept away by undercurrents where people can't see it...... That's right, it's about your kind of damned garbage. ”

"So, uncle, should I just die?"

Hecht nodded without hesitation at his nephew's answer, with his usual sneer.

"Don't die near the bell tower designed by the master, if you leave the bell tower, you will die where you love to die."

"Oh, then I'm not going to die yet."

Hector stopped talking, just chewing on the paralyzing toxin, silently looking at the sunset in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Every time he sat on the edge of the bell tower, Sacco could clearly feel his life passing, and the 'click' of the second hand made his body seem alive rather than a walking shell.

A dark cloud drifted in from afar, obscuring the few remaining rays of sunlight, plunging the world into darkness and relieving Sacco a little.

Although he is no longer afraid of the sun, he still prefers to hide in small, dark places, which will make him feel more secure.

"Uncle ......"

"If you have a fart, let it go, if you want to die, you can die quickly, I don't remember teaching you to hesitate, like a waste."

"Can I ...... Take another look...... She? ”

What is her name, her own mother?

Sacco was at a loss.

I don't know when, my mother's face became a little blurred, and only a fragmented smile and a warm heart were left in the memories, like fragments of mirrors that were difficult to put together, and I kept reminding myself that I couldn't forget, but I still forgot a lot of things.

So much so that the simple word "mother" became difficult to say again, as if saying "mother" would make you immature again, and return to that dark dungeon, bound by chains.

Or, if you don't say the word mother, it's because you have other feelings.

Sacco knew that he was unwilling, but he was willing, because she was the only woman he cared about and cared about in his life.

This entanglement is like being bitten by a beloved poisonous snake, wanting to chop off the head of the poisonous snake with a knife, but I can't bear it, but I relax my muscles and let the poisonous snake bite deeper for love......

“…… Disgusting little ghost, just like your bastard. ”

As if sensing the man's contradictory thoughts and emotions, Hector narrowed his eyes and wanted to spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, but then thought that this was the sacred place designed by his master for the Night's Blade, and swallowed the thick phlegm again.

This came and went, but Hector lost the idea of continuing to taste the confinement white.

Chewing off the half-chewed chewing stick and putting it back in the gold box, Hector swallowed the contents of his mouth.

Sacco was not surprised by Hecht's answer, but it did not exceed expectations, but it did not mean that he was not disappointed.

In fact, he was disappointed every time, expecting no hope, but still having an obsession and sadness that he couldn't let go.

"Bastard, the master wants to see you, if nothing else, I'm afraid your magic journey is about to begin, come early tomorrow and make yourself look like a person."

Sacco's eyes lit up a little,

What completely affected his life, in addition to the woman who nursed him and his uncle, there was also a crucial person, who also gave him love, gave him warmth, changed his life trajectory into death, and others could never replace him.

Lester, his master.

Only behind the master, he will forget all fears, abandon all obsessions, and find a touch of peace and tranquility in the abyss.

"If your performance is satisfactory to your master, I can consider it and let you meet her."

"Knock~"

"Knock~"

"Knock~"

The hour hand is pointed to the 'six' position, and the majestic and heavy bell rings, indicating that the day's work has been completed and that the remaining time deserves rest, sacred and inviolable.

It's your own time.

Hecht's figure was gone, and Sacco clutched his chest as he watched the last of the sunset.

Only he knew how fast his heart was beating when the bell rang.

(End of chapter)