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Edward kicked away the corpse lying horizontally in front of him, looking condescendingly at his student. The tall young man was curled up under the tree, one hand covering the huge wound in his abdomen, frowning, and his lips without a trace of blood. The fingers were cold and white, and they looked stiff, but they still didn't let go, clinging to their abdomen to prevent internal organs from flowing out. In the cold winter, Richard had neither frost nor snow on his body, and a trace of white mist leaked from his mouth, and he was the only living thing with temperature.

The corpses around them had frozen hard, and the snow had not melted for a long time as it fell into their torn limbs or unwilling eyes.

"......" can't even maintain the state of a puppet?

After watching in silence for a few seconds, Edward placed a spiritual wall around him, put his staff against Richard Ernst's shoulder, and turned the body lying on his side over. She saw the wounds on the young man's body heal and tear, and blood gushed out of his abdomen. His eyes were blank, and his scattered child hole was staring at a certain point in the void, his breathing was chaotic, and his face was covered with cold sweat and blood, as if he was immersed in some dream that he couldn't wake up from.

It's Rune. The demon thought.

She crouched down, half-kneeling on the ground, raised Richard's head, and straightened his face: "Look at me." ”

"Wake up." Edward looked into the other's eyes, "What a shame, Richard Ernst, you are actually trapped by the dream demon's dream?" ”

The name pronounced in this tone made the demonized Richard react somewhat, and his godless Tong Ren struggled to reunite, using the last of his extraordinary abilities to break through the demonic barrier, but because his state was too bad, he showed signs of losing control. His boy stood up, his fangs growing, the knees of his legs twisted back strangely, clumps of gray hair poking out of his cheeks, and a partial void of his body—he trembled violently, and after a long time, the curses gradually faded from him.

He choked on his breath, and finally fully regained his human appearance. The calamity on his body continued to tear his wounds, and Richard, who had suffered great physical and mental damage and had not yet recovered, closed his eyes, and then looked at his teacher, and angrily defended himself:

"Nope." He said, "I don't...... Shame on you, I seriously wounded a demigod of the Church of the Night, killing his followers. ”

"What did you dream about?"

"I ...... I dreamed of ......" his voice was hoarse and intermittent, "I dreamed of the destruction of the kingdom of the Highlands...... People were reduced to slavery...... It's exactly the same dream as the world now...... It was so real, and now the high ground couldn't hold it anymore, so I didn't realize I was dreaming. ”

"That's exactly what happens." Edward didn't change his mood, "You saw it in advance, and you were mentally prepared." ”

…… Richard closed his eyes and collapsed into Edward's arm. After a few minutes, he regained some of his energy a little, and continued to make a dreamy voice: "...... Teacher, I'm feeling lost. Si'a is leading the splinter apostates to carry out a terror attack on the colonial officers and soldiers, and the Church of the Bound God, led by the princess, is indifferent. Teacher, is my struggle really meaningful? ”

"Nope. Well, if you can't resist independence in the next 100 years, then the history books will record you as an ignorant remnant of the natives who go against the tide of history. Edward answered the question.

"You don't have to say it so directly......"

"You don't have to help the Church of the Reaper clean up the Seven Gods lurking in, because just now, the royal family of Byron was destroyed."

Richard's breathing paused. He opened his eyes.

"Emperor Byron is dead. Her crown was all taken up as spoils by Rune, and only the eldest princess of the royal family, Thea Palenque Eggers, fought her way out with the help of her own guards. Now the throne of Bailang has become the plaything of the generals of the Northern Continent, who are scrambling to plunder, even scraping off the gold leaf in the palace and taking it away, and the fire in the capital has been burning for three days. So you don't have to rush over, the journey will take at least three days, and when you do, you can probably only help them clean up the charred bones. ”

“…… The Byron Empire Falls......"

The colonizer half-breed of the Southern Continent muttered to himself, and his face could not be concealed with grief: "Will the highlands become a puppet regime?" ”

Edward was silent, and then spoke, the cruel aura in his words that made Richard unable to breathe: "Why do you want to support the Highland Kingdom? ”

"In terms of land area, the territory of the Byron Empire is more than twice as large as yours. In terms of historical background, the Highland Kingdom has only been established for more than a hundred years, and it cannot be compared with the Church of the Reaper, and its overall strength is far behind. The Highland royal family could not control such a large territory and so many people, and it was easy to do the opposite. It should be right to destroy the high ground, and then let Bailang annex you, and then support the puppet regime of the Bailang Empire. The Eggers royal family is dead, and there are many weak nobles who have no backbone. ”

"......" The scarred Richard pursed his lips and said nothing, and finally closed his eyes again tiredly.

Edward Vaughn obviously didn't care about that, there was nothing in this world that she really cared about. She narrowed her eyes and looked at her students. This time she saw the cascading threads of fate again, if thirty years ago it was a cobweb, now it may be considered a sparse cocoon. It's just that the threads are dwindling one by one, because the people who connect the southern continent at the end of them are dying one by one.

The Abyss Angel looked at these intermittent threads for a long time, and then the expression on his face froze into a sneer without a smile.

But her voice was still calm, so that people could not see their true thoughts and moods: "This time I am not here for the Kingdom of the Highlands, my destination is the third largest city in Byron, and I am going to complete my rituals." ”

"Your Ritual ......"

Sleepy and headache-ridden, Richard read it again in a half-asleep state without thinking at all, and then suddenly struggled in horror, broke free from the crook of the teacher's arm, and forcibly supported his upper body with the severed arm, despite the wound in his abdomen:

"You're going to Mudron!"

"There...... The resident population is 600,000! ”

"Yes. I'm going to sow filth, I'm going to sow fear, I'm going to bring with me the majesty and judgment of the Archons of the Northern Continent. Edward stood up, his aloof gaze lowered, and spoke slowly, his voice cold and calm, "You can let them escape, before tomorrow morning comes." ”

Richard subconsciously looked up at the sky, only to see that he had been unconscious for a long time, and the sun had set above the sea in the west. He breathed a little, gritted his teeth and drove his body to his feet, but three times in a row were unsuccessful, he needed to rest, he needed to recuperate, and now he may not even be able to defeat a mid-sequence extraordinary. The pain of tears came from all over his body, every cell wailed, blood scabbed over his eyes, the organs of his abdomen fell heavily, his intestines fell from his fingers, and Richard had to hunch his back and sit on his knees in agony again.

“…… I can't...... I can't get them ......"

"The Filth of Human Nature...... Greed, fear, selfishness, cowardice. You let the good people fall into evil or die, and let the evil people be killed by greater evil or their own unbroken conscience, so that people's faith is shattered and hope is extinguished...... Until the last man also dies for his sins......"

Seeing that his voice was getting weaker and weaker, and that he was about to faint in pain, Edward added uneasily: "Then sin will flow forever in these cities, and establish hell and abyss on earth." ”

Massacre is a boring thing. For high-level demons, there is a lack of artistic sense, like cooking a piece of meat without adding any ingredients.

It is the right thing to induce the depravity of human nature, to provide a sufficiently closed space, some sufficiently tempting conditions, to spread terror, maliciously raise prices, spread rumors, and sow discord, so that people can do evil freely in an extremely terrifying environment to the greatest extent.

Build a lonely city that denies all goodness and virtue, and only lust and sin run rampant. If you want to give food to others, you will be rushed into your home to grab food, and your whole family will die on the streets, and you will be charged with stinginess. If you are a general defending the city, then no matter how tenacious you are, your soldiers will make wrong judgments in panic and despair after rumors spread, and in the end you will be killed by the rioters and soldiers, and you will not even be able to die heroically. Then they killed each other, and the filth of the cross-currents soaked into the earth and spread far away, and the dead never had peace.

"Three massacres...... You didn't kill anyone yourself...... But all of them died......"

Richard spat out a mouthful of blood at the sound of a word, and he felt his head and feet weigh like stones, and the sound and light were getting farther and farther away from him. But he succeeded in getting to his feet, and staggered into the distance, his footprints deep and shallow, each filled with blood.

"Thank you for your kindness, even if you can only escape one ......"

Edward looked at him, not stopping or helping.

251

When it was slightly dark, Garland de returned from outside. He settled Sorf's lodgings and identification.

However, as soon as he opened the door of the workhouse that had been renovated from his old church, he heard the faint sound of conversation coming from the basement.

He was surprised, the underground warehouse is usually only used to store some materials, instruments and medicines, and most of the people who go to pick up things are in and out in a hurry, why is it so lively today, it seems that there are still many people talking?

He walked around the hall to the basement stairs, and happened to bump into the nurse who was carrying a bag of bread and vegetables upstairs. Garland de reached out to the caregiver, "What's going on down there?" ”

Seeing him come back, this nurse suddenly seemed to see a savior, and sighed with a wry smile: "It's not the young man you brought, sir." ”

Garland de frowned: "What trouble did he get into?" "Is this aristocratic little fat man still in my turf?

"Well...... Alas, you can go down and see, it's not a bad thing. There was a laughing and crying look on the nurse's face, but he was too busy to distribute food to everyone, so he didn't talk to Garland De much.

Garland de went down in disbelief, and had just reached the door of the basement storeroom, and before he could enter, he heard a voice of some annoyance.

"Wrong again! This is already the fifth time, why would you be wrong five times with such a simple assembly? You can't be a mechanic. ”

Garland de was shocked, the voice ...... It seems to be the craftsman? What is he doing here?

He pushed open the door, and saw the chubby Sharf Maxwell walking up and down the storeroom, like a ball rolling around. During this time, he also instructed other workers to repair old and broken equipment, holding a stack of papers in their hands. He rolled up his sleeves, his clothes were stained with a lot of oil mud, and the cloak used for camouflage was now dirty, and he looked like an ordinary technician, like the little aristocratic little fat man who was overly curious and not afraid of heaven and earth and a little wayward when he first came in the afternoon.

It seems a bit inappropriate to say that the guidance is inadequate. Under Garland De's gaze, Sharf watched a young worker's work for five minutes, and suddenly slapped the apprentice on the shoulder, and said in a strange and unbelievable voice: "You are also wrong! God, isn't that a simple question that none of you can adjust? Do you think this precision adjustment shaft is installed like this?! Look here, here, and here......" he pointed back and forth in a few wrong places, flying the parts of the semi-finished product, "the tightened place is so loose, and the adjusting shaft is so tight!" Do you have a grudge against the user - you want him to be crushed to death by a beam while he is working? ”

The apprentice technician, who was about the same age as Sherf, rubbed his head aggrievedly, took a deep breath, and twisted and twisted the screw.

It's a bit of a bully for a mid-sequence craftsman to do this, after all, there is not a single extraordinary person in this group...... Garland de stopped talking, but he wasn't angry. Seeing that the apprentice knew that he could correct his mistakes, Sharf reluctantly let him go, picked up the document in his hand and looked at it at a glance...... After a few seconds, he sighed again: "One-fifth of the medicines that are being used have expired?" Do you dare to take it to the patient if it expires? ”

A few nurses and teachers, you look at me, I look at you, one of them stepped forward stubbornly: "The expired drugs we use are all expired within a month, and they have all been identified as ...... medicinal power."

"But it's expired?"

"That can't be helped." Another nurse with medical experience couldn't help but speak, "The equipment we use is all old products that have been eliminated in churches and factories, and the drugs we use are also backlogs in stores that are close to expiration or have expired, so they are discounted, we ......"

Sharf frowned, snorted twice, and didn't know what to say for a while, the nurses quietly wiped their tears, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing. Fortunately, Garland De, who was standing at the door, coughed at the right time to relieve him, and when Sharf saw him, he naturally stuffed the documents into the hands of others, and smiled in a familiar tone: "My affairs have been arranged?" ”

"It's arranged, you...... The adult paid for you and bought the house, and I was only in charge of the identification. You can stay tonight. Garland de handed over a few documents, looked at the other party's dirty clothes and hands, felt that the prejudice was slightly reduced, and couldn't help but smile a little, "Thank you for helping." Byam has a lot of special food, and you can't eat it in the Northern Continent, so I'll give you a clean night tonight. ”

"Okay!" Sorf smiled, "I came to pass the time because I was bored, and my great-great-uncle said that I had to learn to support myself when I got outside...... I'm going to eat barbecue and I'm going to drink a fruit drink. ”

"By the way, what kind of house did my great-great-uncle and grandfather buy me?"

Garland de glanced at the papers, and replied from memory: "Just near the commercial street of Byam, there is a private villa in the style of Intis, three floors, 20 rooms, equipped with a gardener, a coachman, and a team of servants, and costs more than twelve thousand filkins. ”

The currency of Intis is similar to that of Rune, and it is converted to more than nine thousand pounds. The janitor thought about his workhouse, the damp food, and the children who ate two meals a day, and sighed softly.

"My great-great-uncle didn't have a cook for me? It's just wonderful. ”

Sharf did not feel the fleeting heaviness of Garland de at all, and was as elated as all young people who were going out for the first time: "I see that you are also quite poor, do you have a cook here who can cook?" I can be hired for a short period of time, and the salary is good. If you are tired of eating Indis food, you can cook foreign food or sea-style food, and if you are a beautiful girl, it will be even better, and I will pay more salary. ”

Turning into the gatekeeper's eyes, as if he were about to send him to the eternal sun, Sharf shrunk his neck: "...... It's okay if you don't have to be a pretty girl. ”

TBC

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*This is a detailed addition to the promotion ceremony of the "Filthy King" of the old love.

* And I have to complain to you about our humble squad leader.

This man started out as stupid and pretentious, but now he's escalated to stupid and useless wallgrass. The college's graduation certificate came down too late, and our dormitory went on a graduation trip, so we finished the work and sold all the old books and clothes (so I'm so busy these days). I'm going to leave this afternoon, and yesterday I packed my luggage, and in the evening I suddenly learned that those who left school early still had to apply for an application of "entrusting someone else to help with graduation affairs", otherwise there was no guarantee that the graduation certificate would be sent back smoothly.

This time we were all stunned.,To ask the class leader what's going on.,Is she the trustee of the whole class?,This fw just said this.,And she still doesn't accept the commission (this person really poked it before he moved.,The student ID card and the group member card that were registered are not issued.,Some people have already left, she still doesn't send it.,I lost the internship certificate of the whole class before.,Rewrite everyone who harmed.)。 Our dormitory had an urgent discussion for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that the farthest one went back, and I returned to school with the local one after returning from the graduation trip, and helped five people, including classmates and roommates who didn't know about leaving early. That is to say, we could have gone home on the 26th to touch the big fish, and we had to live in the school for half a month longer.

I've already discussed how to find an opportunity to punch the squad leader twice.