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Chapter 53: Creeping in the Dark
City-state, council chamber.

After working hard all day, Congressman Morris straightened up his old body. He took off his old glasses and rubbed his temples to relieve fatigue and lethargy.

He unscrewed the black pill bottle beside him and swallowed the last few pills.

Immediately afterwards, the old man walked through the messy pile of documents and poured himself a cup of scalding coffee using the water dispenser developed by the institute. The aroma filled the air. Morris stood in front of the window and looked out.

The dim red waning moon fell in the sky. The sky of the city-state was always deep and dark. The solemn parliament tower stood in the center of the city-state. The old man overlooked the brightly lit city below.

Even if the long night takes away the light and warmth, the survivors of this land still refuse to give up the hope of survival.

The Archbishop of the Holy Temple leads people to bright faith, and the professors of the Institute use steam technology to dispel the cruel cold.

As for the council chamber led by Morris, it maintains the law and order of the city-state and leads the distribution and management of resources.

The old man's eyes swept across the city and found that there was still an area that was silent and dim, with weak lights.

The Chief Councilor frowned. Even though the purge and management had been carried out, new 'back alleys' still appeared.

In this depressive land, there will always be people who use simple and crude means to vent their inner desires, but whenever people indulge their desires, their muddy hearts will overwhelm the light of the lantern.

This is not a good sign.

'Humble bugs can never get rid of the stain of human nature. Eternal nothingness is their best destination...'

It seemed that someone was whispering in the old man's ear, and Morris' pupils tightened instantly.

"Who is speaking?"

The chairman's expression was tense, and Morris felt a sting in his brain. The coffee cup in the old man's hand suddenly hit the ground and shattered.

The door to the office was pushed open the next moment, and a young man with a good appearance walked in quickly, just in time to see the old man's painful expression.

"Sir, Sir, are you okay?"

The young man looked concerned and took the initiative to help the old man back to his seat.

"I...I'm fine." Morris's distracted eyes became clearer: "It must be that the old habit has recurred again. Just let me rest for a while..."

The young man nodded. After a moment, the old man held his forehead and looked at the staff in front of him.

"Claire, I remember today is Archbishop Bourne's day to hear the Word of God,"

The Speaker asked: "What prophecy did he make this time?"

Hearing this, Claire's expression gradually became gloomy.

"The Archbishop declares that there is a problem within our council chambers."

The young man's expression was quite ugly: "Soon, the Holy Church will send those vulgar hunters to our office area, and then conduct rough surveillance on us!"

The chairman listened to the staff's report, and Morris's expression did not fluctuate much.

"I see."

The old man sighed deeply and ordered: "Just follow Bishop Bern's prophecy. Go and inform all the staff so that everyone can prepare in advance."

"But, but..."

The young man immediately blushed: "We clearly control the core power of the city-state, but why do we have to be led by the people from the Holy Church every time!"

Claire made a voice of extreme dissatisfaction: "Why do they interfere with our destiny?"

The old council leader did not respond to his subordinates' complaints at this time. The old man just waved his hand weakly, signaling the other party to do something quickly.

The chattering young employee closed his mouth angrily. He looked at the inactive elders in front of him, and Claire's eyes flashed with deep disappointment.

After a moment, the old man raised his head, and Morris asked doubtfully: "Why don't you leave?"

"Sir, Sir, I would like to know about the promotion application I submitted to you last time..."

The young man looked a little uneasy.

"failed."

Morris looked directly into the clerk's eyes and simply stopped the other person's thoughts: "It's not the time yet." At this moment, Claire finally couldn't bear the resentment in her heart: "But father! I have already recorded the incident in the I have worked in this boring position as a member of the Communist Party of China for seven full years! I can..."

"you can not!"

The chairman of the council interrupted his subordinate's blunder with a cold voice. Looking at his son's disappointed face, the old man's tone softened a lot: "You are still young, and you cannot shoulder the responsibility of leading the city-state."

The atmosphere in the office gradually solidified.

"I see, father."

After a long time, the young man took the initiative to break the silence.

His tone calmed down: "I am eager for quick success. I will continue to settle down."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Claire's face. The young man took out a black medicine bottle from his pocket and gently placed it in front of the old man.

"This is the medicine I specially found for you from the medical clinic. Just like last time, this bottle of pills will help relieve your headache."

Morris nodded and accepted the child's kindness.

The young man showed a cheerful and sunny smile, saluted the chairman of the parliament, and then strode out of the small office.

Looking at his son's back, Morris sighed. The old man lowered his head and was once again immersed in the endless pile of documents.

But strangely, that unbearable stinging feeling rose up in the Council Chairman's mind again.

This time it's pretty serious.

It was like thousands of dead souls howling in his ears, and hot magma flowing freely in his head.

The old man suddenly convulsed with pain. He lay on the table with a painful expression and subconsciously picked up the black medicine bottle that Claire brought him.

Morris swallowed the pills.

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The night outside the window becomes darker and darker, as if it has some kind of activity and is greedily absorbing human fear and madness.

People are afraid of darkness, and people fight against darkness, but in the end, the survivors of the old era are still inseparable from the darkness in the long years.

Councilor Morris bent his fingers and dug blood marks on his old face. He opened his mouth wide and laughed wildly at the creeping darkness outside the window.

"We will kill all the bugs in the Holy Temple and welcome back the people to embrace the freedom of the Long Night!"

The old man's crazy laughter dissipated in the night, and the young man outside the door smiled happily.

"You should have done this a long time ago, my father."

The young man murmured, and at this moment, Claire's shadow shook slightly, and she made some kind of overlapping fuzzy noise.

'You did well, my boy...'

"I will give you everything I have, Lord Messenger of the End."

Claire knelt in front of his shadow, his eyes full of enthusiasm and submission.

The young man's tone became more and more excited: "Now we can completely use Morris's power, and then join forces with the research institute to use strong methods to remove the disgusting Holy Temple!"

"No... no... my child... too conspicuous destruction will attract the attention of the Chaos Evil God..."

Shadow shook his head, and his tone became extremely solemn for the first time: "We will never, never provoke that violent mad king!"

"Then what should I do next?"

Claire asked respectfully.

"You must secretly cut off the wings of the Holy Temple and corrupt those hunters who can light the lantern."

The creeping shadow like the night issued a new command.

He let out a terrifying laugh that teased all living things: "It just so happened that there happened to be a seriously injured and weak hunter leader in the 'slats' under the council hall."

——Leonard Adam.

(End of this chapter)