Our family is in decline

There were fewer people in the hall, and the backlog of things in Hamlet was also dealt with.

But Lance did not stop his busy pace, he needed to meet a few people.

"See you again."

Lance met the tomb robber Audrey, because her appearance did play a role at the time, so Greendale did not wrong her later, but arranged a new place for her to recuperate.

After receiving treatment and effective rest, her condition was much better than before, but when she faced Lance again, she no longer had the inexplicable confidence at the beginning, but on the contrary had a sense of awe.

To be honest, Lance did not care about her attitude, but Lance originally wanted to ask her to return the tomb-grabbing talisman, but now it was difficult to speak.

"Thank you for your help to Hamlet."

"Is there something wrong with that place?" Audrey asked carefully, because she could feel the leaking breath, after all, she had also entered the dungeon.

"No, I killed more monsters, and they are scared."

In principle, I shouldn't tell her this, but now I need to win the support of more people, and the ground rats have their uses.

Audrey seemed to be relieved when she heard this. If someone else said this, she would definitely not believe it, but she had seen Lance's strength with her own eyes.

"Do you know the problem with your body?" Lance looked at her lower abdomen nakedly, "Have you been injured and caused habitual miscarriage, and then infertility?"

Lance was too lazy to talk too much nonsense with her, and directly threw out this question. There were no secrets in front of him.

Audrey was stunned when she said this, and her expression began to be indescribably entangled. She said it intermittently, "I fell off a horse..."

Sure enough, she was able to quarrel with her ex-husband for a reason, because Audrey's own family was also well-known, and only when it involved key issues would her family abandon her.

Because it was too embarrassing to tell this matter out. In the context of the times, for a nobleman, not being able to give birth was a big problem, and it was already very good that they didn't ask the church to come to exorcise the devil.

"This is not a big problem. There is still hope for treatment."

"Really?"

"Nothing is impossible in Hamlet. We have the best medical technology in the world."

The ancestor's technology is indeed world-leading, and Lance, who has mastered the power of flesh and blood, is not bad either, but this is a topic that cannot be discussed.

After a while, Lance walked out of the room. It was not difficult for him to fool a person with mental defects.

However, the matter is far from over. There was more than one extraordinary person who stood up in the chaos. If he wanted to unite everyone, he had to show it.

There was a reason why Lance went to Audrey first. Just now, he learned about the situation at that time through her mouth. Although he stood up at that time and even killed the corrupted evil.

So the other one was not in the center. A superhuman who turned into a demon in hell would be on guard against anyone.

In a house on the periphery, Lance raised his hand to signal the guards to evacuate. This was a bit too outrageous. How could it be like imprisonment.

The door was knocked, and soon someone opened the door and walked out.

Regardless of the strange shape on his body, the spirit he showed was a bit decadent and downtrodden, and he felt like he had been beaten by society.

"I am the lord of Hamlet, thank you for your help."

The man was a little surprised when he saw the man who claimed to be the lord in front of him. He had seen what those nobles were like, but... he didn't react for a while when he saw the hand he stretched out.

Lance didn't care, he just grabbed his hand and shook it simply to show his gratitude, and smiled and gestured.

"Why, don't you invite me in to chat?"

"Yes." The man finally reacted and made way.

The two sat down and the man looked nervous and uneasy, just like a student on the defense platform facing the teacher.

Lance had too many things to do and had no time to talk nonsense with him here, so he got straight to the point.

"Why did you take action? There were so many extraordinary people staring at there at that time."

For the questioning-like pressure-filled question, the man's already tangled face was even more helpless.

"I can't watch them die. Let me, the unclean, sacrifice for other valuable people."

At that time, those policemen rushed forward without hesitation. He saw it in his eyes and couldn't bear to leave just like that. Those policemen had done him a favor before. For him, it might be good to die here and use death to bring the devil back to hell.

Lance didn't know the complicated emotions in his heart, but he had made up his mind after hearing this, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The decadent look showed that he had been tortured, and the chains and locks on his body were all with extraordinary power, which seemed to suppress the situation in his body.

And his willingness to tie himself up was enough to show that he didn't actively want to transform, and these actions proved that he was not too crazy.

And according to the report from the contact, this person has a tolerant personality. He has not caused any trouble since he came to Hamlet, and he has been working honestly most of the time.

And from his fight against the corrupt and evil, it can be seen that he is not the kind of person who "retreats behind everyone", but has empathy.

No matter what he thinks or what his intentions are, Lance doesn't care.

Judge by actions, not by heart; no one is perfect when it comes to heart.

If you help me, I can also help you. This is how friends help. Interest is the strongest relationship.

"The mark on your face is related to the church. It looks like you have been persecuted by the church. I can make you a promise. As long as you abide by Hamlet's rules, the church cannot take you away from my territory."

Lance's words limited his scope of activities to some extent. It seemed that he didn't want to let go of such a unique transcendent.

He didn't mind showing off his strength, so he took out a bottle of universal potion and handed it over.

"Drinking it has magical powers."

The man looked at the water-like potion with some hesitation, but when he raised his head and met Lance's gaze, he felt an inexplicable sense of trust.

Yes, such a person has no reason to harm himself.

The man took the potion and drank it after hesitating for a moment. Before he could feel more, a magical power emerged, and the torture scars all over his body were healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

In particular, the exaggerated old mark pattern on the face was filled with flesh and blood, and half of the bald spot where flesh and blood melted due to burning grew rapidly and sprouted hair.

However, the man's state during this process was also a bit weird. This was not treatment, but torture, suppressing his restless heart.

Lance was not used to it at all. He directly blessed and suppressed you. No matter what strange behavior you have, I will keep you back!

But in just a few breaths, his ugly face changed from usual. It can be seen that if he were normal, he would be quite handsome, and he had a somewhat scholarly air, all he needed was a pair of glasses.

Of course, the man himself felt the strangeness about his body. The decadent look inspired hope in a short time. Looking at his hands, he couldn't help but touch his face, as well as the injuries on his body that left him with painful memories.

And now it's all gone...

"I can feel a unique power hidden in your body. Tell me, maybe I can help you, or even get rid of that nightmare."

"I am just a doll controlled by the monster lurking in my blood. What qualifications do I have to accept such help from the lord..."

The man couldn't describe in words how powerful the lord's help was, but the suffering he suffered along the way seemed to have ended in Hamlet.

"I can see your kindness, and a kind person shouldn't have to suffer like this."

Lance affirmed him with a righteous look, directly breaking through the man's last psychological defense.

"An alchemy created my separate side, and it was also the beginning of all nightmares..."

The man looked absently into the distance, his empty eyes seeming to go back to the past.

Lance also didn't expect that he was actually a researcher. No wonder he had the style of a scholar and researcher.

It's just that it's not easy to embark on this path. He comes from a small extraordinary family, so small that only he and his father are left. As for his mother, he only has a vague impression of a green-haired woman on the beach.

He has received a good education and affluent living conditions since he was a child. A good childhood is also the foundation of his character.

When he grew up, he was taught the precious knowledge of alchemy. At the same time, he gradually joined his father's work and research under the influence of his ears and eyes.

It was an alchemy workshop that produced various potions and some strange things. At first, he was only responsible for some chores and hygiene, but soon his talent began to show.

He focused on research and grew rapidly, and the results he achieved were even more powerful than his father's.

However, something happened soon. His father, who was in his prime, suddenly collapsed during an experiment. He told him about the family's former prosperity in front of the hospital bed.

It's a pity that extraordinary talent is like a lottery. Unless the base is sufficient or there is a unique inheritance, family-based extraordinary groups are very unstable, let alone under the attack of the church.

"Our family is in decline..."

His father was very pleased to finally have another gifted person, but by this time his father, who was strict with him, had already given up on his obsession and instead advised him to give up his alchemy research.

Because few people who do this live long, he also watched his father and family members fall on the test platform one by one, which seemed to be a curse.

A man who heard from his father that his family had gone from glory to decline, and who wanted to restore the family's glory, finally compromised with reality at this moment. He didn't want his son to follow his own path.

But can one be called a young man if he is not full of energy?

The death of his father was a serious blow, especially to a genius.

Losing his father's restrictions, he also carried out more radical research in order to seek [truth].

But things are not that simple. Although his father does not have extraordinary talents, he can manage family assets and hide his identity well.

These things do not exist for a man who only cares about research, and because he has devoted a long time to research, he has a somewhat autistic or sociophobic personality, making it difficult to deal with people.

So he soon fell into debt trouble.

What's more important is that he should be in awe of the extraordinary power, rather than explore and research uncontrollably, so that he comes into contact with things that he shouldn't come into contact with.

Something went wrong during an experiment on that unique full-moon night, and then... nothing happened.

He didn't remember what happened that night. Anyway, when he woke up, most of his clothes were torn off, and the manor had been burned down by fire, and everything was destroyed.

Realizing that something was wrong, he started to run away. Sure enough, the servants who fled the manor called the church people.

How could an ordinary person with the consciousness of having never left the gate escape the judges of the church?

Not to mention that he had been fighting for control of his body with something, so he was quickly caught by the church people and imprisoned in the tribunal.

He was tortured inside. Those guys like to torture people for fun, and the scars on his body are from that time.

Maybe the jailers thought that the man blocked with various props should be unable to resist, but there was another one hidden in him until that full moon night came again.

Maybe it was the suppression of those chains. This time, he did not lose consciousness. Instead, he watched from the perspective of a personal bystander as the demon broke away from the chains, tore the guys who tortured him alive and escaped.

So be in awe of extraordinary power.

With the help of the equipment, he quickly seized control of his body and ran tirelessly towards the jungle wilderness until he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, his condition could be said to be very bad, but it was surprisingly good because all the injuries on his body were almost healed.

Only then did he discover the body of the wild bear that had mostly disappeared, as if it had been torn apart by a more powerful beast, with all the bones bitten off.

Anyway, I learned smarter this time. I learned from the old Jianghu in the adjudication office and directly found a river to eliminate my traces and smell.

Then there was the long hide-and-seek, evading the church, and then blending in with the refugees, using a rag torn from a dead man to cover himself.

I have to say that the church would have been able to catch him at another time, but disasters happened frequently and the church family had no food left.

Then I followed the refugees, first to Totnes and then to Hamlet.

In the process, he also understood that he had gained stronger strength and recovery ability from the curse, as well as the powerful ability to digest anything. He could eat any wild fruits and weeds that could poison ordinary people, and nothing would happen to him. Otherwise, he would Could starve to death in the wilderness.

But those powers came at a price, and the sequelae of the transformation were still tormenting him.

"It keeps whispering, no matter whether I'm awake or asleep, this nightmare has no end, and I may not be able to regain my humanity next time..."

He could feel that his consciousness would become weaker with each transformation, and even the equipment on his body became increasingly difficult to suppress. He was afraid that one day it would be completely difficult for him to wake up and become a real monster.

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