Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 804: Freezing the Count of Leipzig

Count Leipzig finally arrived at the Ziggurat reluctantly.

No one came to receive him, but when he arrived, the tightly closed door of the psychic tower creaked and slowly opened by itself.

The lights inside the psychic tower were dim, and the old wooden floor made a creaking sound just by walking on it.

“…cough…cough…”

Count Leipzig couldn't stop coughing just by stepping into the psychic tower.

He frowned and covered his nose with his hand.

There is an old-fashioned atmosphere everywhere.

It's like the smell you get when you open the creaky door of a dilapidated house with peeling walls and spider webs. It's also like an old library that no one has entered for many years... Just by walking to the bookshelf, you can smell a "smell from time."

If you take out a dusty book and open it at this time, you will be choked by the suddenly strong smell in the book and start coughing uncontrollably.

"This shabby place..."

Count Leipzig couldn't stop cursing.

Just by walking in here, he felt a chill on his head. The random thoughts in his mind were reduced to a slight tension and caution, and all the distracting thoughts were swept away.

It was like being in a completely soundproof environment amidst the noise of daily life that one was used to. It was so quiet that it was uncomfortable.

When Count Leipzig passed by the first light in the corridor, it suddenly whirred and became extremely high. The originally orange-yellow torchlight instantly turned into a dark blue, and a ferocious skull emerged from it.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

Sharp laughter echoed from all directions of Count Leipzig. In an instant, all the torches in the corridor burst out and turned into blue ghost lights.

The bone-chilling cold seeped out, making Count Leipzig's face as pale as a corpse - a thin layer of frost emerged from his skin, and traces of frost also appeared on his neatly combed back golden oily hair.

At this moment, Count Leipzig suddenly heard a ticking sound.

He turned around and found that a faucet had started to spin by itself. Blood-like liquid slowly flowed out of it, and the "blood" on the ground flowed, gradually forming messy handwritten fonts one after another:
——Get out!

——Kill you!

——Look back!
——Don’t go!
——You are not welcome!

……

"--snort."

Count Leipzig snorted coldly, and a deep red light flashed in the depths of his pupils. The blood of the Moon Child surged, making his face instantly ruddy, and the frost marks melted away.

"I want to see the Dark Phase."

He said to the depths of the dark corridor: "I come here on behalf of Pomponazzi's will."

As if to fight him, the psychic tower went crazy in an instant - the sharp laughter suddenly became much louder, turning into layers of screams that made people feel headache and nausea. The torches on both sides of the corridor kept burning and extinguishing, and the door at the end of the corridor opened with a bang, but then closed violently.

A translucent spirit suddenly emerged from the wall - it was a little boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old. He floated over with a fierce expression, and when he approached Count Leipzig, he suddenly turned into a translucent skeleton, opened his mouth and breathed out icy breath at him.

At this moment, Count Leipzig suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the face of the dead man.

He exerted force with his right hand, and although his body was clearly virtual, it made a creaking sound. In an instant, several undead spirits rushed directly from the wall one after another. Count Leipzig still clenched his right hand to exert force, and waved his left hand in the air, trying to disperse them.

Finally, when a pair of hands emerged from under the floor and grasped his calf, Count Leipzig could no longer bear it.

A deep red halo ignited in the bottom of his pupils again, and a ball of blood-red flame suddenly burst out from the palm of his right hand that was holding the ghost's head, and spread to his entire body!

Seeing that the flames were about to ignite the ghosts surrounding him...but at this moment, the flame in his hand suddenly seemed to go back in time, and began to dye from the end to the beginning, turning into a cold blue ghost fire.

When the will-o'-the-wisp was about to spread to his skin, Count Leipzig suddenly extinguished the flame.

At this moment, Count Leipzig noticed... an old man in a black robe appeared in front of the tightly closed corridor door.

He was bald, with only some pure white hair around his ears and on the back of his head. But he had an equally pure white beard that was always connected to his hair.

He wore small round glasses with thin rims, and had a stern face, looking unhappy. He was as thin as a shadow, reminiscent of a dead tree covered with snow in winter.

The old man pointed the bone staff in his hand slightly towards Count Leipzig - it was obvious that the blood and fire summoned by Count Leipzig before were suppressed and dyed by him.

Of course, Count Leipzig knew him. He was the actual manager of the Ziggurat, and his status was only higher than his own.

It was for this reason that Count Leipzig nodded slightly to him and placed his right hand on his chest as a gesture of greeting.

"His Excellency Adolf von Menzel."

Count Leipzig raised his head gracefully and smiled in a friendly manner: "I come here with the goodwill and greetings of my master, my respected father, my blood of blood, Mr. Franz Pomponazzi."

"Say something quickly."

Adolf said coldly.

Count Leipzig said in a friendly and enthusiastic manner: "May I ask where Miss Aleister Crowley is? She may also be using the alias of Ms. Bayard... In fact, she is a long-time friend of His Excellency the Red Prime Minister. My master wants me to invite her back for a chat..." "I have never heard of Miss Aleister."

Adolf's tone was still cold: "Please go back."

Count Leipzig just smiled and said, "You are joking... My people have seen Miss Aleister enter the Ziggurat. I have no hostility towards her. Rather, I come here with the greatest respect. Whether she is willing to accept my master's invitation or not, I must meet her first... With her personal response, I can report back, right?"

"Oh," Dean Adolf nodded, "there is such a person."

"That……"

"But she's gone."

Adolf said sincerely: "She is not in the psychic tower now, please go back."

Count Leipzig began to feel a little impatient - Adolf's reaction told him that the information he had obtained was correct, Miss Aleister was indeed in the Ziggurat, and the Ziggurat did not want him to see her.

Was it Miss Aleister's own idea? Or was it a target of the Spirit Tower? Or was it... a personal conflict between the First Black Phase and the First Red Phase?
Count Leipzig frowned and thought for a moment.

He decided to toughen up a bit.

"——Mr. Vice-Principal, this matter is very important. I am not joking. Mr. Pomponazzi rushed directly from Lionheart City to Leipzig for her at this critical moment and searched for her here for three whole days. I have known that gentleman for nearly a hundred years, but I have never seen him so serious."

Count Leipzig first emphasized the importance of the matter, and then said seriously: "Miss Aleister should be my master's former lover. This is a private matter, and neither you nor I have the right to interfere."

"……Um?"

Adolf frowned.

He thought of the figure of Miss Aleister, and his eyes turned unfriendly towards Count Leipzig.

The old man said slowly, "So, you must see Miss Aleister?"

"This is an extremely important mission entrusted to me by my master."

Count Leipzig emphasized: "I don't want things to get too awkward - my master should be on his way. If I can't complete my mission, I will have no face to leave the Spirit Tower. At that time, it will be embarrassing for all of us. Now my master is the guardian of the new king. This is no longer a request from me as the lord of Leipzig, but a request made in the name of Valentine VIII -"

What you mean is that you just want to roll around and not move, right?

Adolf laughed and was not afraid.

"In that case," the old man said leisurely, "then don't leave...you can't leave anyway."

He stroked his staff and uttered a low, ancient chant.

Count Leipzig's body gradually became stiff, along with the speed of his thoughts.

He looked down in panic and saw his body gradually solidifying.

Because he never expected that even after he informed Pomponazzi that he would be arriving soon, Adolf would still dare to attack him!

"You... this——"

His voice became staccato. Because his thinking time was stretched out, his body movements also became staccato. Controlling the human body is a continuous process. If the continuity is interrupted, it will not turn people's movements into a mechanical dance... but it will make it difficult for people to move, and they will twitch on the spot.

“…【Stop…stop】, 【cast…spell】! 【Silence】…”

Count Leipzig tried to speak with words, but the fragmented words could not summon the slightest power of authority.

"I'm not threatening you."

Old Adolf said leisurely: "You just can't leave...it's snowing so hard outside."

Nonsense...talk...

Outside...where is the snow...

Count Leipzig opened his eyes, his mouth moving silently. His body surface became cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood in his body was suppressed by this cold air to the point where it could not be mobilized at all... He was obviously a high-ranking Son of the Moon, but at this moment he looked like an incompetent mortal.

Old Adolf laughed, a rare occurrence.

"If you don't believe me, just look outside. Your neck should still be able to move."

As he spoke, he pointed his staff at the wall next to Count Leipzig.

The brick walls automatically surged open to the sides, leaving a window.

In an instant, endless paleness gushed in from the window, instantly submerging the motionless Count Leipzig, turning him into a cold snow sculpture!

"Have you ever considered..."

When Count Leipzig's thoughts gradually began to stagnate and his body gradually froze, he heard the old man's cold voice: "You have the Heavenly Feast Division behind you, and we have the Winter Division behind us.

"Compared to Dong Tian Si's closeness to us...you might as well guess how much Yan Tian Si is willing to give for you?"

The next moment, the Count of Leipzig, with his eyes wide open, finally turned into an ice sculpture in the heavy snow.

(End of this chapter)