ghost on paper

Chapter 86 The feeling of being eaten

After Freddy figured out what Truman was doing to him.

Threats, insults and curses burst out fiercely from his mouth one by one, but they were as harmless as young grass leaves shot from a bowstring.

"Don't move, Mr. Freddy, I have already seen the characteristics you got from the 'God of Light', one 'finger gun', one 'explosive armor', one 'delayed detonation', one ' Explosion vibes', it's fun..."

"They are a pagoda-shaped structure. Your Tier [-] potion uses special ingredients, and I can even see what kind of spiritual text it uses..."

"Interesting, your spiritual text system does not point to a specific Heroic Spirit, so you cannot get further promotion, and you will never be able to be promoted to 'Legend'..."

"So this is ah……"

All theory is not as good as a practice.

At this moment, searching for an extraordinary third-order brain, Truman saw his extraordinary path, and also saw the fatal flaw in it.

The choice of spiritual writing from the first level of extraordinary determines whether this extraordinary person can become a 'legend'.

Gods, spirits and souls.

Three in one.

It is extraordinary.

Truman saw the characteristics that belonged to the gods.

Spiritual script belonging to Heroic Spirits.

And Freddy's own life.

The knowledge of those gods and spirits is interesting, but if you want Freddy to fear and beg for mercy, you still have to go deeper into the secret place of his soul.

"I saw your mother, a... Habsburg maid?"

"I also saw your father..."

Truman showed a surprised expression.

"No!" Freddy showed a frightened expression for the first time, his eyes widened, and extreme fear and distortion appeared on his face, "You can't do this!"

"Your father is... Grand Duke Habs?" Truman turned to look at Hei Sha, who was a little surprised by this news.

"Huh? An illegitimate child?" Hei Sha shrugged, saying that this is nothing. The dirty things of the nobles of Ansa are a thousand times more outrageous than this.

Truman, on the other hand, took great interest in peeling off Freddy's hidden true face layer by layer. This is indeed a kind of fun, and it is also a kind of ultimate revenge.

The only pity is that Truman was unable to reveal his identity as the Knight of the Moonlight to Freddy, which made this revenge lack of essential ingredients.

But that's enough.

"You use the most demanding noble standards to demand yourself, because you are a true nobleman. Of course, only your father, mother and yourself know your identity."

"But it doesn't matter, seeing Albrecht Habs, you seem to see yourself, but those jealousy and hatred will also bite your noble heart every night...'Noble' is in It should be a noun here, not an adjective."

"So you cursed the mother who gave birth to you as a slut, and lay like a dog in front of Albrecht Hobs at his command and did all the dirty things for him."

"Albrecht Habs is your ideal image, your lifelong yearning, your dream... lover, you have chanted his name countless times in the room to reach the... climax of your life. "

Cough cough cough.Truman coughed, he was coughed by what he had read, and the indescribable physical and psychological boredom made him almost unable to breathe.

Heisha sighed, "Even the nobles of Ansa belong to the very perverted one."

"Ahhhh! Shut up! Shut up!" Freddy has already fallen into a breakdown. Anyone whose most secret secrets are placed under the light and carefully studied will have a mental breakdown, especially Freddy, who was born with an illegitimate child and The distorted life and soul created by noble honor.

He also knew that the inside of his soul was too dirty to touch.

Freddy's collapse made it easier for Truman to peek into his heart, and he saw a picture.

Here is the king sitting on the throne, the king on the golden throne, majestic.

Over there is a prisoner in a cold cell, wearing an iron mask, sitting in the shadows.

The two figures are clearly irrelevant, but in Freddy's memory they exist in contrast to each other.

This is probably the deepest secret in Freddy's heart, and it can only be seen after opening all his defenses and turning him into a defenseless idiot.

Truman had seen the prisoner in the iron mask.

So... what does this mean?
It's not as easy to read as Freddy's life.

"Mr. Truman, speed up your work, I think the Baron will be here soon."

Under Hei Sha's urging, Truman began to strip Freddy's 'skills' from his body.

As long as a Extraordinary is killed, his 'skills' will become 'characteristics' and survive.

On the premise of not killing the Extraordinary, analyzing its 'skills' into 'characteristics' requires some special tools, such as 'soul devouring'.

This works really well.

Truman began to let Freddy spit out his skills, and stripped the skills from the Extraordinary, then the skills would be presented in the shape of the Extraordinary's body organs.

For example, 'Finger Gun' is a finger, 'Explosion Armor' is a piece of skull, 'Delayed Explosion' is an eyeball, and 'Explosion Resonance' is a heart.

This is tantamount to dismantling Freddy into parts, but he is not dead, and then Hei Sha will take over, first fill a large amount of spiritual text into the pot, and then use her violent medicine method to turn Freddy into Blindly 'shit' the same panacea.

In the process, little Baron Habs arrives.

When the light of the Eight Diagrams lit up in Habsburg's basement, the little Baron Habs appeared with an angry expression, but before his voice could reach, the light of the Eight Diagrams was covered by corpse aura, and the baron's The figure disappeared again.

Little Baron Habs may receive a reminder: Hei Sha rejected your 'space transfer'.

When he came to this underground space along the stairs again, the little Baron Habs seemed much more rational.

Hei Sha was able to interrupt his spatial transfer. Obviously, this veritable 'Legend' is much stronger than this Extraordinary standing at the door of 'Legend' waiting to be truly promoted.

In the face of strength, one should learn to respect.

"Your Excellency Heisha! I think you should hand over my butler!" Little Baron Habs quickly walked down the stairs and spoke.

"Wait another 10 minutes." Hei Sha was stirring her witch's cauldron with great effort, "Just wait another 10 minutes, and you will be able to get your butler in the form of potion."

"You...!" Little Baron Habs showed an extremely angry expression.

"Lord Baron, this is the end of the matter, let's discuss other matters after the potion is made." Truman comforted the little Baron Habs, "Our hometown has a very good habit called 'Operation CD', which tells us food It cannot be wasted."

　Sixth update~ From now on, there will still be two chapters at 11:[-] every morning, and the update will be uncertain in the afternoon
　　
　
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