You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 134 Bloody Love

At the end of the east bank of the Our River is a towering castle isolated from the world, with large and small towers scattered throughout.

The annex building assumes the responsibility of organizing tastings at all levels.

Even the highest-level gold-level tasting is only located in the south annex building with more luxurious decoration and better facilities.

And what is surrounded by many towers of different heights like a star over the moon is the city lord's palace of the magnificent city "Belstad" and the location of the original temple of the Full Wheat Church——

The main building of the Castle of Abundance.

The tower is nearly 50 meters high and has a huge golden wheat stalk carved on its outer wall.

It is like a guardian that exudes the warm light of gold, quietly watching over the entire Castle of Abundance and the land where it is located.

When the sun rises, the first ray of morning light falls on this majestic tower, and the golden wheat on the outer wall seems to be lit up with the soul, making the light jump and shine on the golden outer wall.

Subsequently.

The golden wheat turned as black as ink in an instant.

Swallow the sun completely.

A servant walking in the corridor of an annex building in the southwest happened to witness this scene.

Subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

Then take a closer look in the direction of the main building.

I found that the sacred golden wheat ears were still shining brightly.

He secretly thought that he and Lucy had too much trouble last night. Not only did he use up all the pieces of sheep intestines he had at home, but his eyes were also tired.

He then stopped paying attention to the main building and continued walking towards the storage room.

The scale of last night's gold-level tasting was unprecedentedly large, and many people were even transferred from their building that hosted the silver-level tasting.

So much so that the work of sorting sundries that should have been completed yesterday was only half completed.

Today it was his turn to work in the storage room, so the work that others had not done naturally went to him.

However, he was not dissatisfied with this.

After all, a gold-level tasting is a pure chore, with too many rules and regulations.

Serving those nobles and clergymen who are qualified to participate in the gold-level tasting meeting, the only advantage is to get an extra reward.

If something goes wrong, it's not surprising that you lose your life!
Thinking of this, the servant who had escaped the disaster felt much happier.

The hollowed out body glowed with new vitality.

The main building has a total of fourteen floors.

The first floor is a wide hall, which only performs basic reception duties.

Entering the right-hand end of the hall, a dark golden and luxurious staircase guides visitors to continue upward.

On the wall in the other corner, there is a movable door that is as tall as one person.

There were two strong men who looked like servants standing on the left and right in front of the door.

However, even though they were said to be servants, it was clear from the awe-inspiring looks in the other servants' eyes that these two men were not just servants responsible for welcoming guests and cleaning like others.

that's the truth.

They are elite believer guards in crude disguise.

Behind the door they were guarding was the entrance to the "God's Abandonment Room" underground in the main building.

The stairs leading to the God's Abandonment Room were made of thick and solid black iron and were as dark as night.

Each step of the staircase is carved with ancient runes.

As we walked down the stairs, the light from the oil lamp became dimmer.

A cold wind that came from nowhere blew past, giving people an indescribable sense of chill and oppression.

The walls gradually became damp and slippery, and unknown shadows flashed in the corners from time to time.

Eventually, the stairs take people deeper underground.

It was a claustrophobic place shrouded in darkness.

A thin old man with layers of wrinkles on his face returned from the corridor with cells on both sides to the dark room with only an oil lamp stuck between the end of the stairs and the cell area.

He is the only jailer and warden of the God's Abandoned Chamber.

The God Abandoned Chamber only needs him as the jailer and warden.

In the cell area he had just inspected, some rough and old iron chains and iron rings were hung on the wall, shining with a dark color under the dim light.

It could be vaguely seen that among the dozen cells on both sides, only one door was closed.

This is not unusual.

Because the God’s Abandonment Chamber is specially prepared for the “unclean people” who appear among the clergy of the Golden Wheat Church.

It is normal for a property to remain completely vacant for several years or even decades.

And in the closed cell surrounded by thick stone walls, with only the gap in the cell door allowing a few invisible gleams of light to pass through, Jorvik was half-leaning against the wall.

The once tall man was now wizened.

The outline of the bones was revealed, making him look like a hollow skeleton wrapped in skin, lifeless.

The hair cannot be combed and can only hang disorderly on the pale forehead.

His clothes hung loosely around his body, his lips were chapped and every breath stung.

He looked at the darkness around him.

There is still that burning hatred in my heart like wildfire!

He regretted that he had attended that dinner party which was basically a trap.

He hated himself for being so weak, that he was easily subdued by Sean, and helplessly watched the love of his life being taken away from him.

He resented the Golden Wheat Church for causing all these tragedies.

and behind the church.
Just when his thoughts returned here.

A strong cold feeling without warning hit Jorvik for an unknown number of times.

The chill broke out in an instant, causing unbearable pain.

This pain does not come from physical injury or torture, but from the depths of Jorvik's soul.

It's malice from the gods!
Jorvik felt that his soul was once again exiled into the endless darkness

The whole world became strange and terrifying. Pain and loneliness enveloped him, twisting his soul in the darkness.

From the first second when Jorvik refused Sean's request and was escorted to this dark divine punishment chamber, Jorvik struggled in this nightmare of his soul.

All past emotions have been plundered, leaving only fear and despair in the remaining void.

Whenever he feels hatred, extreme torture will follow him.

The more I hate it, the more it hurts, every day!
However, this time.

He seemed to have reached a breaking point.

The exhausted nerves are torn by the pain of the soul.

Vision becomes blurred.

Jorvik can no longer tell the line between reality and hallucination.

Distorted thoughts flooded into his mind.

The faith that once gave him hope and strength has now become the darkest and cruelest mockery.

Time passed minute by minute.

The darkness inside the cell became more intense.

Jorvik's temples bulged unnaturally against the thin skin.

A terrible hallucination appears!
There were all kinds of weird and terrifying sights and sounds: bloody corpses, ghostly shadows, piercing screams...

These hallucinations kept coming to him, making him feel that he was in a hell belonging to the most sinful people.

This is eternal torture from which he cannot escape!
However, at a moment like this.

Jorvik didn't feel the slightest bit timid either.

Not to mention reciting the name of the great Golden Mother to atone for sins.

In his head, in his mouth, in the palm of his hand, in front of his belly.

His skin, his bones, his blood, his flesh.

Everything about him, everything about him, is calling only one name:
Martha!

Martha!

Martha!My Martha!
The torture of the gods cannot annihilate his spirit, because he still has his Martha.

The god's malice cut off a corner of his soul, causing him to lose a certain part of his "humanity" forever.

But it also made him strengthen his love.

He loved Martha's face, Martha's lips, and Martha's ears.I love Martha’s sweet smile, Martha’s witty words, and Martha’s charming body.

That is an eternal tribute that can leverage the power of the gods.

Love is everything!
Love is me!
As long as I can get my lover back.

Evil gods, demons, madmen.

The babbler, the wanderer, the heretic.

no matter who.

Just let me out and save my love.

I am willing to sacrifice my flesh and blood, my heart and my soul!
Trance-like.

Painful pain.

The shrill scream that lingered in Jorvik's ears seemed to fade away.

He vaguely heard something.

It was a clear, soft voice that haunted him.

That's Martha's voice!
What did Martha say?
Jorvik moved with difficulty, as if to get closer to the source of the unreal sound.

"."

near, near.

"."

Jorvik put his ear to the corner and widened his bloodshot eyes.

On the other side of the wall, there is no longer a prison cell.

Rather, it is a spectacular and gorgeous banquet hall.

It must be a red ballroom.

Because its pure white walls must be filled with various red decorations:
Red eagle, red thread, red painting.

And Martha in a red dress, blooming like a rose!

Martha must also be pressed against the wall at this moment.

Because as the distance got closer, her voice became clearer and clearer:
"Bound. Bonded."

What bondage?
Jorvik stretched out his dry fingers and scratched the surface of the stone wall.

The grinding sound indicated that the stone wall was being worn thin.

The distance between the two got closer.

This time, Jorvik finally heard what Martha said clearly:
"The outside of bondage is the inside of bondage."

Clang——

Such as enlightenment.

Blood began to flow in Jorvik's eyes.

The strangely beautiful blood dyed his vision bright red.

And under this blood-red curtain.

His Martha was coming softly.

In a trance!

Painful pain!

Jorvik struggled to reach Martha.

But because the ground was too slippery, he fell into a pool of blood.

Head up again.

His lover has disappeared.

The bloody sky shrank and gathered together.

Finally stayed in his sight.

Just a scarlet, ominous, loving rectangle!
I do not know how long it has been.

In the cell shrouded in the darkness that chooses and devours people, a hoarse neighing sounded:
"praise."

"Praise my Lord."

"God of Manners!"

The No. 12th floor of the main building of the Castle of Abundance is the audience hall set up by the leader of Golden Wheat and the lord of "Belstad", Archduke Eden Saxton.

Light pours in from huge windows surrounding the soaring ceiling.

The entire audience hall was filled with soft and warm light.

The windows are surrounded by carefully crafted frames carved with intricate geometric patterns and accented with gold.

The walls are covered with delicate golden patterns, making every inch of the audience hall full of dignity.

The floor of the audience hall is made of magnificent and elegant orange marble, like a huge oil painting of wheat fields.

At the end of the audience hall, on the steps paved with marble and inlaid with various rare minerals, is the Duke's throne.

It was a throne made of pure gold, shining with unparalleled brilliance.

At this moment, Grand Duke Eden, whose hands were resting on the golden armrests engraved with wheat ears, was casually looking at the visitors standing on the carefully woven wool carpet below.

The handsome and resolute face of Grand Duke Eden bears the traces of time.

His well-tended black hair fell over his forehead like stagnant waves.

His eyes were deep, with a hint of edge and coldness.

"Fifth Light, I hope you can bring me good news this time."

"I have sent you 47 test products that meet your requirements."

"If you still can't give me a satisfactory answer this time, then I think our cooperation can end here."

"You and the Qi Ri Chamber of Commerce will also pay the due price."

The fifth light grinned, the scars on his face were incompatible with this luxurious audience hall:

"Lord City Lord, I told you before that making a 'brain stone' is not that easy."

"After all, this is a secret weapon that can deal with the 'Leader of Order'."

"If everything goes well, even the Sun Magic can be dealt with."

"You need to be a little more patient."

Grand Duke Eden sneered:
"patience?"

"You should understand that I will only be patient with worthy people."

"It is precisely because you showed me the power of the 'Brain Stone' that I gave you the opportunity."

"It is precisely because the value of those experimental products is far less than the 'brain stone' that I gave them to you."

As he spoke, his tone became harsh and cruel, and his astonishing power made the originally warm audience hall seem to have turned into a frozen snow-capped mountain in the far north in an instant:
"So now, tell me."

"What's your good news?"

The Fifth Light's body instinctively felt tremendous pressure under the terrifying momentum of Grand Duke Iden, and sweat began to form on his forehead.

However, his mood was not as heavy as his face.

It seems that the heat is almost over and it's time to give this god's lackey a little sweetness.

Don't let the time come when he lacks confidence and dares not fight against the kingdom.

In that case, the Chamber of Commerce will fall short.

The Fifth Light gasped in discomfort, and then spit out a message "at the right time":
"Lord City Lord, we are not without progress."

"We have extracted nearly a hundred grams of brain matter from the first two batches of test products you sent us."

"It's just that the brain matter must be purified through rituals before it can finally be condensed into brain stones."

"Currently, nearly a hundred grams of brain matter can only be used to make a qualified brain stone."

"That's why I didn't bring him here to show his shame."

Grand Duke Eden glanced at the frightened Fifth Light, and his tone was cold and emotionless:
"I don't think your current results demonstrate your value."

"If this is the case, then the Praying Sun Chamber of Commerce can get out of Belstad."

Hearing this, Fifth Light immediately looked flustered and hurriedly explained:
"Lord City Lord, the low brain mass production is related to the low 'quality' of the two previous batches of test products."

"But the five test subjects you sent here this time, although the number is small, are of much higher quality. We estimate that their brain output here may be much higher than all the previous people combined. "

"Especially the one named Martha."

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