our family is gone

Chapter 726: The Origin of the Cursed

The hall was emptied, and the backlog of matters in Hamlet was dealt with.

But Lance didn't stop his busy pace, he needed to meet a few people.

"meet again."

Lance met the tomb robber Audrey, and because her appearance did play a role at the time, Greendale did not treat her unfairly, but arranged a new place for her to recuperate.

After receiving treatment and effective rest, her condition was much better than before. However, when facing Lance again, she no longer had the inexplicable confidence she had before. Instead, she felt a sense of awe.

To be honest, Lance didn't care about her attitude, but he had originally wanted to ask her to return the tomb-grabbing talisman, but now it was not easy to ask.

"Thank you for your help Hamlet."

"Did something happen in that place?" Audrey asked carefully, because she could feel the leaking breath. After all, she had been into the dungeon.

"No, I killed more monsters. They are scared now."

Logically, I shouldn't tell her these things, but now I need to win more people's support, and ground rats also have their uses.

Audrey seemed relieved to hear this. If someone else had said this, she would definitely not believe it, but she had seen with her own eyes how powerful Lance was.

"Do you know what's wrong with your body?" Lance looked at her belly nakedly, "Did you get injured and have habitual miscarriages, and then become infertile?"

Lance was too lazy to waste time talking to her and just asked the question directly. Flesh and blood had no secrets in front of him.

Audrey was stunned when she heard this. She looked very confused and spoke incoherently, "I fell off a horse..."

It turned out that the quarrel between her and her ex-husband was not without reason, because Audrey's own family was also well-known, and only when key issues were involved would her parents abandon her.

Because it was too embarrassing to tell this matter to others. In the context of the times, for a nobleman, infertility was a big problem. It was already very good that they did not ask the church to perform an exorcism.

"This is not a big problem. There is still hope for treatment."

"Really!"

"Nothing is impossible at Hamlet. We have the best medical technology in the world."

The ancestor's technology is indeed world-leading, and Lance, who has mastered the power of flesh and blood, is not bad either, but this is a topic that cannot be discussed.

After a moment Lance walked out of the room. It was not difficult for him to fool a mentally defective person.

However, things are far from over. There was more than one extraordinary person who stood up in the chaos. If he wanted to unite everyone, he had to show what he was doing.

There was a reason why Lance went to Audrey first. He just learned about the situation through her, although he stood up at that time and even killed the corrupted and fallen one.

Therefore, the other person's location is not in the center. Anyone would be wary of a transcendent being who has turned into a devil from hell.

In a house outside, Lance raised his hand to signal the guards to withdraw. This was a bit too unreasonable. It was like being imprisoned.

There was a knock on the door, and soon someone opened it and walked out.

Not to mention the peculiar shape of his body, the spirit he presents is somewhat decadent and dejected, as if he has been beaten by society.

"I am Hamlet's lord, thank you for your help."

The man was a little surprised when he saw the man who claimed to be the lord. It was not like he had never seen what those nobles were like, but... he was a little unresponsive when he saw the hand he stretched out.

Lance didn't care and simply took his hand and gave it a simple shake as a token of thanks, smiling and acknowledging it.

"Why, don't you invite me in to chat?"

"Yes." The man finally reacted and moved aside.

The man sitting in the middle of the two seats looked nervous and uneasy, unable to conceal his expression, just like a student on the defense platform facing his teacher.

Lance had too many things to do and had no time to waste talking to him, so he just got straight to the point.

"Why did you take action? There were so many extraordinary people watching there at that time."

The man's already troubled expression looked even more helpless in response to the pressure-filled question.

"I cannot watch them die. Let me, an unclean one, sacrifice myself for other worthy people."

He saw the policemen rushing forward without hesitation and couldn't bear to leave like that. Those policemen had done him a favor before, so it might be good for him to die here and use death to take the devil back to hell.

Lance had no idea of ​​the complicated emotions in his heart, but after hearing these words, he had made up his mind and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

It was obvious from his decadent appearance that he had been tortured, and the chains and padlocks on his body were endowed with extraordinary powers, which seemed to have a suppressive effect on the condition inside his body.

The fact that he was willing to tie himself up was enough to show that he was not actively trying to transform, and these actions proved that he was not a superhuman who was too crazy.

And according to the reports from the contacts, this person has a tolerant personality. He has not caused any trouble since he came to Hamlet and has been working honestly most of the time.

And from the way he fought against the corrupt and evil one, we can see that he is not the kind of person who "retreats behind everyone", but on the contrary has empathy.

Whatever he thought or intended, Lance didn't care.

Discussing deeds, one does not care about one’s heart, and no one is perfect when considering one’s heart.

If you help me, then I can help you. This is how friends are made, and benefits are the most solid relationship.

"The mark on your face is related to the church. From your appearance, you have been persecuted by the church. I can promise you that as long as you abide by Hamlet's rules, the church cannot take you away from my territory."

Lance's words restricted his range of activities to some extent. It seemed that he did not want to let go of such a unique extraordinary person.

He didn't mind showing off his strength and took out a bottle of universal potion and handed it over.

"Drinking it has magical powers."

The man looked at the clear water-like potion with some hesitation, but when he looked up and met Lance's gaze, he inexplicably developed a sense of trust.

Yes, there is no reason for such a person to harm himself. The man took the potion and drank it in one gulp after a little hesitation. Before he could feel it, a magical power emerged, and the scars of torture all over his body were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In particular, the exaggerated old seal pattern on his face was also filled with flesh and blood, and half of his bald head, where the flesh had melted due to the burns, quickly grew hair.

However, the man’s condition during this process was a bit strange. This was not a treatment, but rather torture, as he suppressed his restless heart.

Lanske was not going to tolerate it at all. He just blessed and suppressed it. No matter what strange thing you do, just get back!
In just a few breaths, his ugly face changed completely. If he were normal, he would be quite handsome and had a bit of scholarly air, except for a pair of glasses.

Of course, the man himself felt the strangeness of his body. The decadent look inspired hope in a short time. He looked at his hands, and couldn't help touching his face, as well as the injuries on his body that left him with painful memories.

Now it's all gone...

"I can sense that there is a unique power hidden in you. Tell me about it. Maybe I can help you, or even get rid of that nightmare."

"I am just a puppet controlled by the monster lurking in my blood. How can I be qualified to accept such help from the Lord..."

The man couldn't describe in words how great the lord's help was, but it seemed as if all the suffering he had endured along the way had come to an end in Hamlet.

"I can see the kindness in you, and a kind person shouldn't suffer like this."

Lance affirmed him with a righteous look, directly breaking through the man's last psychological defense.

"An alchemy created my separate aspects, and it was also the beginning of all nightmares..."

The man stared into the distance absentmindedly, his empty eyes seemed to go back to the past.

Lance didn't expect that he actually came from a research background. No wonder he has the style of a scholar or researcher.

But it is not easy to embark on this path. He was born into a small extraordinary family, so small that there are only him and his father left. As for his mother, the only impression he has is a vague green-haired woman on the beach.

He received a good education and lived in wealthy conditions since childhood, and his good childhood was also the foundation of his character.

When he grew up a little, he was taught the precious knowledge of alchemy, and gradually joined his father's work and research under the influence of his father.

It was an alchemy workshop that produced all kinds of potions and some strange things. At first, he was only responsible for some odd jobs and cleaning, but soon his talent began to show.

He focused on research and grew rapidly, achieving even greater results than his father.

However, something unexpected happened soon. His father, who was in his prime, suddenly collapsed during an experiment and told him about the family's former prosperity at his bedside.

It’s a pity that extraordinary talent is just like a lottery. Unless the base is sufficient or there is a unique inheritance, family-based extraordinary groups are very unstable, not to mention that they are under attack from the church.

"Our family is in decline..."

The father was very pleased that he finally had another gifted child. However, at this time, the father who was strict with him had already let go of his obsession and instead advised him to give up his research on alchemy.

Because few people who do these things live long, he also watched his father and family members fall on the test bench one by one. It seemed like a curse.

A man who heard from his father that his family went from glory to decline and who was determined to revive the family's glory finally compromised with reality at this moment. He did not want his son to follow his path.

But can one be called a young person if he is not full of energy?
His father's death was a heavy blow to him, especially for a genius.

Without his father's restrictions, he also carried out more radical research in order to seek the truth.

But things are not that simple. Although his father does not have extraordinary talents, he is able to manage the family assets and hide his identity well.

These things do not exist for a man who is obsessed with research. Moreover, because he has been devoted to research for a long time, he has a personality similar to autism or social phobia, making it difficult for him to deal with people.

So he soon fell into debt trouble.

What is more important is that he should respect the extraordinary power, rather than explore and research without restraint, so as to come into contact with things that he should not come into contact with.

Something went wrong during an experiment on that unique full-moon night, and then... nothing happened.

He didn't remember what happened that night. When he woke up, most of his clothes had been torn off, and the manor had been burned down. Everything was destroyed.

Realizing that something was not right, he started to run away, and sure enough, the servants who had escaped from the manor called people from the church.

With the consciousness of an ordinary person who rarely went out of the door, how could he possibly escape from the judges of the church?
Not to mention that he had been struggling with something for control of his body, so he was soon caught by the church and thrown into the Court of Arbitration.

He was tortured in there. Those guys liked to torture people for fun. The scars on his body were left from that time.

Maybe the jailers thought that the man who was blocked by various props should be powerless to resist, but there was another him hidden in his body, until the full moon night came again.

Perhaps due to the suppression of the chains, he did not lose consciousness this time. Instead, he watched from the perspective of a bystander as the demon broke free from the chains, tore those who tortured him alive, and escaped.

So be in awe of the extraordinary power.

With the help of the equipment, he quickly took control of his body and ran tirelessly towards the dense forest wilderness until he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, his condition was very bad, but also surprisingly good, because all the injuries on his body were almost healed.

Only then did he discover that most of the wild bear's body had disappeared, as if it had been torn apart by a more powerful beast, with all its bones bitten off.

Anyway, I learned my lesson this time. I learned from those old hands in the Arbitration Institute and directly found a river to eliminate my traces and smell.

Then came a long game of hide-and-seek, evading the church's pursuit, and then blending in with the refugees, using a rag torn from a dead person to cover himself.

It has to be said that at another time the church would have definitely been able to catch him, but disasters occurred frequently and the church had no surplus food.

Then he followed the refugees, first to Totnes and then to Hamlet.

During this process, he also realized that he had gained even greater strength and recovery ability from the curse, as well as the powerful ability to digest anything. He could eat any wild fruits and weeds that could poison ordinary people, otherwise he would starve to death in the wilderness.

But those powers came at a price, and the aftereffects of the transformation were still tormenting him.

"It keeps whispering, whether I'm awake or asleep, this nightmare has no end. Maybe I won't be able to regain my humanity next time..."

He could feel that every time he transformed, his consciousness would become weaker. Even the equipment on his body was gradually becoming difficult to suppress. He was afraid that one day he would never be able to wake up and would become a real monster.

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