Chapter 138 Recalling Those Youthful Years (Additional Update for Yog-Sothoth’s Tears)

Chapter 138 Recalling those years when I was young... (Added update for Yog-Sothoth's Tears)

At this time, the top of the parliament hall.

Old Count Ernst stared out the window in astonishment, "It's her..."

I saw the dark clouds not far away, and dozens of lightning bolts falling around the girl with white hair and black eyes, as if she was the controller of thunder.

At the same time, the ground shook beneath her feet, and magma spewed out, destroying everything around her. Even the council hall where he was sitting could feel the violent vibrations.

If I remember correctly, that girl was the one that Alais brought back...

Why is she like this?

Could it be...

boom!

At this time, Laner ran in panting, his face flushed and said: "Ann, Bishop Andrews, he refused to send anyone to interrupt the Abyss Sect's sacrificial ceremony."

Old Ernst did not look back, and still looked out the window silently, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Father, what should we do now? Baron Seth has brought people back just now. According to him, the people in the Secret Adjustment Department are unable to move due to the influence of the forbidden items that have gone out of control..."

"Forbidden object? What forbidden object?"

"It seems to be some kind of clown doll..."

"Devil clown!?"

Old Ernst's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the Secret Adjustment Department. From his angle, he could just see the scene in Dumitru Street.

He had already seen a strange figure in the distance wearing a clown mask and the same black eyes dancing towards the core area.

Behind the clown, there were corpses scattered on the ground, all of which had their heads and bodies completely separated. He threw them to various corners at will, and even threw some of them into the cracks where lava spewed out in a bad way.

When old Ernst saw that scene, he felt a tightness in his chest, and the breath he was holding in his heart made him dizzy.

Seeing the empty Secret Investigation Department and the investigators scattering further away, he vaguely understood something in his heart.

"Damn Alais, you bastard! You dared to fabricate a report about the forbidden clown and leave it in Custer without telling everyone!"

"What?"

Bang, bang, bang...

Old Ernst burst into flames without warning, angrily smashed everything around him, and cursed: "Damn, damn Alais, die, die, you deserve to die!!"

"Why are you doing this? Why can't you just send it to Kelland?!"

"Die, die, I'm going to kill you!"

Laner looked at him blankly, Alais... wasn't Director Alais dead?

"Father, you..."

"Hurry to the church now, go to Andrews and tell him that I already know who caused what happened tonight. Go, go quickly."

"Huh? Oh, I'll go right away..."

Laner looked at the old Ernst who was yelling crazily, and felt that his current appearance was very strange, and he didn't understand what was going on...

"etc!"

"Father?"

Old Ernst stopped him, but did not speak again. Instead, he was thinking about something, as if he was about to make some important decision.

Seeing his expression, Lan Er's eyes flashed with anxiety. The current situation had completely exceeded their plan.

Not only did the Abyss Sect's sacrificial ceremony occur, but taboo items also went out of control in the Department of Secret Brewing. Even the Cathedral of Krims, which had not had any trouble for many years, now has people blocking the door...

For a moment, even he, the plan and participant, was panicked.

But what he didn't expect was that the old Ernst, who had always been serious and steady, was just like him...

"Father?"

"Walk!"

"Go? Where to go..." Laner was stunned.

"Leave Custer!"

Old Ernst took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the drawer under the table, and took out the parchment inside - it could be faintly seen from the handwriting on the side that it was a roll of Cass stamped with the seal of the Klanders Noble Council. Appointment letter for the consul of the special city-state.

"Why, the current situation shouldn't be enough to give up..."

boom!

After putting away the parchment, Old Ernst smashed the table, "Idiot, don't you understand? This time we were taken advantage of!"

Laner was a little dumbfounded, "Yes, someone is taking advantage of us? Who is it?"

"I don't know," Old Ernst strode to the bookshelf on the other side and took out several books printed with ink in order. With a click, the bookshelf slowly slid aside.

"But the current Custer is too unusual. Let's leave here first. We will come back after everything has settled. With the appointment letter here, Custer will not escape from the hands of our Ernst family."

"But……"

"There's no time, hurry up and take away all the things that the council treasures!"

Laner watched Old Ernst walk into the collection room and put everything inside into the space ring, but he had no choice but to follow.

"Father, I still don't understand. Everything that happened tonight is too weird."

"It was because of many unplanned factors that I decided to leave temporarily."

Although Old Ernst didn't know the reason, his years of caution and forbearance gave him a smell of conspiracy.

Tonight, someone must have taken advantage of them to deal with the Parliament and suppress the Secret Service and the City Guards to do some tricks in various places in Custer.

However, the time was too short, and he didn't know what the other party's purpose was!

"Well, I understand, then...do I still need to inform others?"

"Notify who?"

Old Ernst suddenly turned around and stared at him, his old wrinkled face full of anger, "Have you forgotten what I taught you before? As a noble, you should never trust anyone else except yourself!"

"But, Mitra..." Laner couldn't bear it. At this time, he was still thinking about the beloved of the Desire Sect who had been helping him from the beginning.

"Mitra?"

Old Ernst cursed even more angrily: "How long has it been and you are still thinking about that woman? When Custer returns to the family, what kind of woman do you want? You idiot!"

"I……"

"Lord Laner, you are indeed quite stupid."

At this time, a lazy voice came from the side, and the soft voice seemed to have some kind of temptation.

"Who? Mitra?" Laner couldn't help but smile when he saw the person coming, and coughed: "I can forgive you for your disrespect just now, you..."

"Shut up!"

Old Ernst was not as happy as he was. When he saw Mitra appearing here, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart and shouted: "Melendez, Levi..."

Two shadow killers emerged from the shadow at his feet and killed Mitra.

"Father!?"

Mitra leaned against the bookshelf, with a pair of charming eyes that were moist and lively. She just glanced at the shadow killers, causing their attacks to stop instantly.

"My Lord Earl, are you afraid of me? Are you so anxious to kill me?"

Old Ernst's expression became even more gloomy, he glared at Mitra and asked, "Are you from the other party?"

"What do you think?"

Mitra replied with a half-smile, then walked up to the stationary Shadow Killer with enchanting steps, looked up and down, and said disgustedly: "Is this the Shadow Transformer? How ugly!"

Squeaky!

As she finished speaking, the bodies of the two shadow killers began to twist and deform, as if a pair of invisible hands grasped their heads and feet, twisting them into a knot.

In the blink of an eye, they were distorted to the extreme, turning into countless tiny shadows and dissipating.

"Tell me, who is he?"

Laner looked at the two dissipated shadow killers, then at old Ernst and Mitra, and asked blankly: "What are you talking about?"

"Lord Laner, you are so pitiful..."

Mitra looked at old Ernst, but walked up to Laner, stretched out her arms around his neck, blew a breath and said: "Do you think so, Lord Earl?"

Old Ernst's cheeks puffed up, and he was obviously very angry, but after staring at Mitra for a moment, he took a deep breath and threw away the appointment letter and space ring in his hand.

"Let us leave, I won't take anything away."

"Father, why are you leaving? Isn't it good to stay?" There was a faint red light in Laner's eyes, and before he was aware of it, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which looked extremely strange.

"You actually..." Old Ernst saw his expression and turned to glare at Mitra, "Is this how your Desire Sect abides by its agreement? Don't forget that we still have a contract!"

"Did you say that?"

A roll of parchment appeared in Mitra's hand, and she handed it to Laner next to her. She said charmingly: "I remember the original rule that whoever breaks the contract will be punished. Now..."

"Wait! Tell him not to move. Whatever you want, I will promise you!" Old Ernst's expression changed. After seeing Laner take the parchment, he was actually tearing it, as if he wanted to remove it. Record the tearing up of the contract signed by the Ernst family and the Desire Sect.

"late!"

Tear!

The roll of parchment was torn into pieces by Laner, who had a weird smile on his face. "Father, what are you talking about? There is no contract, isn't it just an ordinary piece of paper?"

A shadow emerged from the parchment and slowly condensed into a venomous snake with a triangular head. It was ten meters long and as thick as a fist.

"Is this? Dinner? Or my favorite deep-sea eel..."

"Look, it's not that our Desire Sect didn't abide by the contract, but that you unilaterally tore it up." After seeing the snake coming out, Mitra let go of Laner's hand and took a few steps back.

"Lan'er..."

Old Ernst closed his eyes in pain, he already knew what would happen next.

I saw the giant snake slowly swimming in front of Laner, looking at him coldly, "Follow the divine rules of the Lord of the Contract, and those who do not abide by the contract will be punished!"

"It's still a grilled eel that can talk, huh?" The smile on Lan Er's face solidified, he came back to his senses, looked at the giant snake in front of him and opened his mouth: "Father..."

"hiss!"

Before he could finish speaking, the giant snake pounced on him, opened its huge mouth and swallowed him whole.

"Punishment, completed!"

As this solemn and solemn voice echoed in the collection room, the giant snake slowly disappeared together with Laner who had been eaten by him.

After a long time, old Ernst opened his eyes and saw that he and Mitra were alone. A trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Tell me, what do you need to do to let me go?"

"Ha!" Mitra clapped her hands, and the hands of the two hanging clocks swayed in response to her movements, "That adult is right, you will always only think about yourself. Even if your son dies in They will all be indifferent in front of them.”

"Oh? That adult?"

"You want to know?"

Old Ernst took a deep breath. The aristocratic temperament he had developed over the years made him look more majestic and solemn. "Let's talk about it. Maybe he will agree to make a deal with me..."

Bah!

Before he could finish his words, Mitra had already stabbed a sharp sword into his throat and said with a smile: "The Lord asked me to tell you that he will kill all members of the Ernst family..."

"And everyone in the Glory Society will be sent to another world so that you can reunite there!"

"Ho, ho...Rong, Guanghui...ho, ho, I'm waiting for them!"

Old Ernst grabbed the blade of the sword with a weird smile on his face, tilted his head and let the blade pull off the entire head and roll it to the ground.

"Quite decisive."

Mitra curled her lips and was about to turn around and leave. As if she remembered something, she took out a bottle of magic potion from between the clocks and poured it on old Ernst's body.

"I almost forgot... that adult told me that if you are so cunning, you may choose to fake your death, so I must make your body fly to ashes."

"you--"

Old Ernst's head suddenly opened his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes stared at her, "I curse you, curse you all!!"

"It seems that that adult still understands you."

Mitra shrugged her shoulders, and the shoulder strap slipped off with her movement, revealing a large piece of the hanging clock dial.

It wasn't until Old Ernst's body was reduced to ashes by the power of the potion that she picked up the things on the table and turned around to leave the collection room.

"I can finally leave Custer. It's scary. Let's go quickly..."

…

…

At the same time, inside Krims Cathedral.

Bishop Andrews was still standing under the statue of the Lord of the Dawn, staring at Tina outside through the colorful glass windows.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

A guardian knight appeared outside the door and said respectfully and seriously: "All priests are ready to sacrifice their lives for our Lord at any time!"

Andrews withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and thought, "What's going on over there at the Abyss Sacrifice?"

"The Judgment Knights, led by Her Majesty Carly and Lord Melbell, have gone to prevent the ceremony from proceeding."

"oh."

Carly, Melbell...well...

Andrews said solemnly: "For the glory of the dawn, go and let the disaster see the glory of the dawn!"

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

When the chapel returned to calm again, Andrews once again showed a gentle smile on his face, looked at the statue of the Lord of the Dawn in front of him, and saluted respectfully and seriously.

"Praise be to the dawn."

Following these kind words, he slowly stepped forward, reached out and took out a fist-sized ball from the left eye socket of the statue - it was a black and white ball with tiny blood lines, faintly visible. Distinguished to be an eye.

"Taboo 0-78 Rover's left eye..."

Andrews read out its sequence, his expression seemed to be reminiscing or sighing, and he murmured: "Recalling that when I was young, you and I had just left home..."

"You have a strong personality and stubbornly want to save the world. No matter whether the evildoers are aberrants or not, you have to kill them all. For this reason, you have suffered a lot along the way..."

"What's even more outrageous is that you still call it a beautiful name. You can't tell whether it's an aberration or not. What the hell... Well, please forgive me, Dawn."

"Well, I mean your behavior really made me suffer a lot. I lost at least twenty pounds..."

"You fart, up to ten pounds!"

At this moment, another voice appeared in the chapel.

I saw a man in a black hooded robe walking from the corner, cursing and saying: "Are you not going too far? At that time, you were thinking about saving people all day long, and the people were about to die, and you still attacked them?" Filling the mouth with those abnormal flesh and blood..."

"What else can I say? People who were about to die were contaminated and turned into aberrations, but they also survived in disguise."

"Look, are you speaking in human language?"

Andrews held the eye in one hand, and took out a wine barrel from nowhere with the other hand and placed it on the ground. He turned around and said with a smile: "Ales, you owe me an explanation."

"Explain what? Explain why I didn't die? Or explain why your persecution over the years didn't crush me?"

The person who came reached out and pulled down the hood. There was a monocle on his old face, and his gray and white hair was standing up at the roots. He also had the same gray and thick beard, and his eyes were not bright. Sharp, but turbid, with the aura of old age that is getting old at any time - it is surprisingly Ales Coulibaly who died with the Abyss Sect before.

"Drink first?"

"Okay." Alais sat casually on the ground and pulled down his entire robe. He was wearing a set of red uniforms worn by senior executives of the Secret Brewing Department. He still looked very strong against his generous figure, but the left sleeve was empty. Empty, obviously an arm was missing there.

Andrews looked there with a little bitterness on his face: "Ales, you have paid a lot for this opportunity..."

"I've endured it for so many years, and I didn't just give without expecting anything in return." Alais stretched out his right hand and motioned for him to pour the wine, "But you also had a hard time hiding it, right?"

"Hide it?" Andrews poured two glasses of dark beer before raising his hand to reveal the lines on his arms. "Did you say it?"

"Is it almost time?"

"Well, there are less than ten days left..."

"Three months ago?" Alais held the wine glass with his good arm, took a big sip, and nodded: "Let me tell you, you have been testing for so long, why are you showing your tail now?"

"In the end, I was deceived by you..."

Andrews sighed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "I don't know since when, you have changed. You are no longer as reckless as you were when you were young. You have become more thoughtful and tolerant..."

"Weren't they forced out by you, the parliament, and the noble committee?" Alais unbuttoned his collar, his expression relaxed, and you could vaguely see his cheerful appearance when he was young.

"Why not force others, but you? Haven't you thought about it?"

"After thinking about it, I still feel that your idea of ​​not treating people as human beings is wrong!"

"You misunderstood," Andrews shook his head. "The world is already in ruins, and the fittest survive. No matter whether we force it or not, each of them is living with their heads hanging."

"So? You are going to get rid of all the people who are hindering you, so that everyone can be like you?"

"You do not understand……"

"I don't understand, but I know that after this time, you, Dawn, the nobles and the parliament will all finish playing together!" Alais snorted.

Andrews pursed his lips. The cloudy night made the chapel with only candlelight appear dim. It also made his face hidden in the shadows, making him look unusually eerie and indifferent.

Seeing him like this, Alais couldn't help but grin, "I've known you were narrow-minded since a long time ago, but I didn't expect..."

"It's just that I don't understand why you are like this today? The presiding judge in charge of justice in the Castor City State, the bishop of the Dawn Church, the dictator of the Cathedral of Krims, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Not satisfied, maybe..." Andrews shook his head and took another sip of beer, drinking it very slowly, as if he was recalling the last moments. He had already foreseen what would happen today, but he would not regret it. What.

"Just like when you were not satisfied with the title of West Coast Legend and wanted to find an artifact that could protect everyone..."

"What an irony," Alais sneered, "I wanted to protect and save people, but you are clearing obstacles. When I came back, the entire investigators of the Secret Investigation Department were almost killed by the clown! "

"Haha, that's why since then, I've been suspicious of you hiding in the Secret Adjustment Department... Facts have proved that my suspicion was not wrong, you are indeed plotting against us."

"Plan? Let's do it...tell me, how did I plot against you?"

"Ales, where is your courage to admit your mistakes?" Andrews pointed at him a few times and asked with a smile: "You have already discovered that old Ernst is the mastermind behind the scenes, right?"

"Seventeen years ago," Alais admitted.

"Then you also know the role I played in it."

"Yeah, shit stirrer."

"Pfft, cough cough cough..." Andrews almost choked and glared at him, "I was balancing the relationship between the nobles and the parliament!"

"Hmm, whatever you think, then what?"

"Your plan started when you discovered something strange happened between old Ernst and those nobles, right?"

"That's right!"

"What's the purpose? I always feel that apart from their family and Consul Samir, your arrangements for me and the Church of Dawn are too, too heavy!"

"Oh? Is it heavy?"

"Level 3 disaster species, the clown is out of control, are you behind the scenes, right?"

"Yes," Alais took off his monocle and said with a half-smile: "Tina is a good girl, and the clown is also a good taboo object. Don't forget, it was you who sent it here in the first place."

"Where's the Abyss Sect? Since you're not dead, I guess Elder Mateo is still there too?"

"hehe……"

Andrews looked at the smile on his face and knew that he had guessed correctly. He asked seriously: "So, what is your purpose of doing all this? At the expense of the entire city-state?"

"Sacrifice the city...me?"

Alais repeated these words several times, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and two black lights appeared in his cloudy eyes, which instantly infected the entire eye socket.

"Isn't that what you want? I just pushed it along. As for the purpose of all this..."

"Of course it's for the forbidden object 0-34 Resurrection Coffin hidden somewhere in this cathedral!"

"You, Alais, your eyes are...distorted?"

Andrews looked at Alais's appearance in shock, his mind echoed with the forbidden things he said, and he thought of what he had said all along.

My time is almost up, Andrews...

No matter whether you are dead or alive, it will only increase your worries...

I……

"You, you want to be resurrected, no, to live forever?!"