They all call me master.

Chapter 862 Academy IV

Moon shadow, white robe.

The moment they saw the two figures standing in front of the gate of St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, Jimet and Karal stopped immediately.

Under the moonlight, white should be holy.

However, Jimt and Karal smelled blood.

Faint, yet lingering.

It was like a midnight nightmare.

or……

The evil spirit beside your bed.

It watches you in your sleep, listens to your breathing, and stretches out its cold and sharp claws starting from the top of your head, brushing across your hair, forehead, nose bridge, lips, and chin.

Then, grab you by the throat.

You were suddenly attacked while you were sleeping.

A moment of clarity.

You are terrified.

You suffocate.

You want to resist, but you are powerless.

This makes it laugh out loud, and it opens its mouth and starts tearing the flesh on your face. When you are trembling with pain, you can naturally hear the sound of flesh being torn, mixed with the sound of sucking. The blood makes it more excited, and it is no longer satisfied with this piece of flesh, but has set its sights on your eyes, nose and ears.

With a creaking sound, death began to come.

And you no longer resist.

You are no longer able to resist.

But its game continues.

This time, it's aiming for your guts.

The pain of having your stomach and skin opened and the strange feeling of having your heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys pulled out make you let out your last moan before death, a moan of satisfaction.

Jimt and Karal quickly shook their heads.

The two of them instantly got rid of the illusion that they were almost there.

'Secret technique?
talent?'

The two were guessing, but their eyes were fixed on the two figures in front of them without blinking.

The robe, which should have been white, appeared blood-red in the eyes of the two men, as if countless creatures were wailing, and the despair of the last moment of their lives was stained on the robe.

Jimet immediately started laughing.

A gentle and shy smile.

"You two, we mean no offense.

We are leaving now.”

Having said that, Jimte pulled Karal, whose eyes were filled with excitement, and began to retreat.

It is true that 'Saint Joan of Arc College' is an excellent hiding place.

However, it does not mean that it must be 'Saint Joan of Arc College'.

They have other options.

It is not necessary to fight the two "murderers" in front of you.

That's right!

Murderer!

Jimt finally figured out the origins of the two strange-looking guys in front of him—murderers, a kind of monster with extremely high talents but twisted, full of blood, tyranny and cruelty.

Moreover, it is a man-made monster.

A monster can only be born if one's personality is distorted since childhood and has to live among the crowd for a long time, separate the distorted personality into a normal personality, and then be distorted again, resulting in killing.

This man-made monster does not need to learn any secret techniques and can become stronger over time.

As for the ceremony?

Their experience is the most perfect ritual.

More importantly, this ritual is repeatable.

Each time this happens, the monster becomes exponentially more powerful.

It's like the 'Ripper' of the early Silver Age!
The other side only hunted down five innocent people in total.

However, the opponent's strength, not only did he rise directly from obscurity, but he also awakened three extremely suitable talents when he became Araka, Great Akali, and Entered.

When he climbed the stairs, he awakened the horrible ability of 'Blood Cross' which can influence other people's thinking.

If the other party had not disappeared on their own initiative at the end, the 'Silver Age' that had just begun would have come to an end.

Of course, some people also said that the other party was killed by a brave man.

But the latter is just a rumor, and no one has any real evidence.

Many people even believe that it was written by a drunken bard.

But no matter what, Jimt didn't want to have anything to do with the existence of a 'murderer'. However, Karal was different.

With his eyes shining, Karal's hand involuntarily rested on the hilt of the sword.

He felt that the two targets in front of him were worth a try.

If we kill these two guys...

He might be able to climb the stairs quickly.

Involuntarily, Karal stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes becoming excited, bloodthirsty and...

tyrannical.

A layer of light scarlet covered Karal under the moonlight, as if he was wearing a red raincoat.

Jimte, who was holding Karal, almost cursed.

Is there anything more unfortunate than encountering a 'murderer'?
Naturally, I encountered two.

What could be more unfortunate than encountering two murderers?
That is a companion who thinks he is normal, but is also a murderer.

Jimet never thought that Karal would be a murderer.

It looks normal.

Although he disguises himself as arrogant and unruly, he is actually sharp, intelligent, and has outstanding swordsmanship...

As Jimte thought about it, he began to sweat.

The more he thought about it, the more Jimt felt that Karal was a murderer.

Not only Karal looks like him, but he also looks like him.

'No!

Will not!
How could my personality be distorted since childhood?
My aunt loves me! '

Jimt was determined in his heart, and he exerted a little force on the hand that was holding Karal's arm.

Karal was stunned.

Then, he woke up.

He looked at the two figures in front of him with regret.

If it weren't for the adults, he would have killed these two guys.

The two of them retreated like this.

One of them smiled naively and gently, while the other one had regretful but firm eyes.

Amy and Sarah felt like they were seeing a lunatic when they saw this scene.

'Is this the person the boss is looking for?

It looks weird.

Did you hurt your brain?'

Amy thought in her heart, and there was an unfriendly look in her eyes when she looked at Karal - she unconsciously wanted to kick Karal in the crotch.

Sarah, who was gentle in character, lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Karal, let alone Jimet. She always felt that Jimet was more terrifying, like a smiling tiger, just like Walter.

Wurth...

When Sarah thought of this name, her breathing became heavier.

She twisted her neck unnaturally, and her neck then moved her body.

Click, click.

Amid the crackling of her joints, her eyes involuntarily stared at Jimet.

She wanted to cut off Jimt's limbs, take out his heart and touch the warmth there.

Jimet noticed Sarah's gaze and cursed in his heart, still maintaining a smile on his face, but two daggers hidden in the shadows were already pointed at Amy and Sarah.

He is always so compelled.

However, Amy remained conscious.

She comforted her traumatized friend and whispered softly:

"Don't forget what the boss told you."

Sarah sobered up immediately after hearing the lady.

He nodded repeatedly immediately, then shrank timidly behind Amy like a frightened quail.

This scene set off alarm bells in Jimt's heart.

How many times has this woman become twisted?

Jimt was guessing in his heart that the two daggers were pointed at Sarah.

However, the two daggers were not fired.

because--

"Ms. Cassandra Kratos invites you two."

(End of this chapter)