A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Why are there still trains running in the city at this time?

Luentia couldn't figure it out, but he didn't care anymore, the only thing left in his mind was——

Hibernate!

It takes three hours to drive a carriage from here to the North Suburb Manor. When walking, even if Luentia is a little faster than ordinary people, he still has to endure a long torture.

Sleepy……

Hallucinations...

Luentia no longer knew what the world really looked like, there were blood and fragmented pictures everywhere, those spirits that seemed to haunt him after being mutilated by him, and now they erupted together when he was at his weakest.

Finally, he saw the manor, which was located in the dark forest, but it looked so beautiful, like a paradise.

Under the light of the incandescent lampshade, an old man was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by the head maid, waiting quietly.

Arcas Lean said respectfully, "Master."

Luentia condenses his body. He is not only drowsy now, but also has little reason and perception of the outside world. In his vision, the image of Arcas Lean is constantly washed by blood and pulled into deformity The monster, even the voice is inexplicably eerie.

However, Luntia still maintained this majesty and calmness: "Prepare the sacrifice, I need to rest."

"But master, General Meistek is not here, do you want to...?"

"Ok?"

Luentia glanced at him indifferently, and the latter immediately nodded: "Your will." He said to the head maid behind him, "Maggie, send the most restless maid to the coffin," and then looked at Luentia, "Master, take a short rest, I will arrange for someone to boil water for you to take a bath."

Luentia is a person with a sense of ritual. He is an insomniac, but dormancy is also equivalent to sleep to a certain extent. In the crystal coffin, his consciousness still exists, but his fatigue will gradually disappear, and his injuries will heal slowly. At the same time, the flow of perception is extremely fast. It may feel that only two or three hours have passed, while the outside world has already spent several days.

Although Luntia couldn't wait long ago, the ceremony of [Dream Healing Evil Coffin] couldn't be rushed.

[Dream Healing Evil Coffin] comes from the resting place. According to legend, it was built by an ancient ruler named "Pharaoh". Even when the dead sleep in it, there is a certain chance of being resurrected from it.This is the resurrection method that the ruler arranged in his mausoleum. Later, he was indeed resurrected, but the one who awakened in his body was not himself, but a brand new individual created by the fusion of the evil coffin and the undead from the dead.

Every time you use the evil coffin, you need to put sacrifices into it first. The sacrifices will not die. On the contrary, they will live forever. They are more tenacious than the vitality of ghouls, sleepless and immortal.

After Luntia took a bath, he was wearing a soft robe. There was a unique calming essential oil in the hot water, which made him relax a little.

In the secret room where the dormancy is located, the head maid, Maggie, is taking out the stunned maid.

"Pull out the eyeballs, cut off the tongue, cut off the hands and feet, and lock them into the tower." Arcas Lean ordered as always.

"Yes."

Seeing the maid being sent away, Luntia finally lay down in the coffin he had been thinking about. After lying down for a long time, he realized that the lid of the coffin was not closed, so he ordered angrily, "Mestek, help me get the coffin out of the coffin." Cover!"

But there was no answer, and the bright light from the dome shone directly at him.

It was only then that Luntia suddenly remembered that Mestek had already been executed by him.

In fact, it's the same without a coffin...

Luntia thought to herself.

"Tick, tick."

The rancid solution dripped on his face.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

"Hey ah ah ah..."

A low-pitched groan (groan) sounded in his ears, something greasy touched his face, Luentia felt impatient, and opened his eyes——

The swollen black and blue body gently touched him, and the specious facial contours stared at the black eye sockets that could not be closed. Maggots crawled out of them and landed on Luntia's mouth.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Luentia climbed out of the coffin, he wanted to stand up, but one leg was already crushed by the train.

As he was crawling, his body suddenly floated up, and a thread hung him up to the dome.

"To be honest, Luentia," Cloris sat on a sofa chair, propped her chin, "you are not the same as Chifa, maybe you are not as good as him... No, far not as good as him."

Chifa is cruel to everyone, including himself.

Luntia obviously hasn't crossed that inhuman limit yet.

"You are..." Luntia saw a red and white figure, and the originally melodious voice of an oriole became hoarse and indistinct to him.

"You don't deserve to know who I am, you just need to know that you are dying."

"Only by you?" Luntia laughed, his expression was ferocious, no matter how the tiger fell into the sky, he was still a God-endowed that a group of miscellaneous fish could not resist!

Smiling grinningly, Luentia pushed the Sleeping Blood at the risk of losing his sanity.

Pain struck.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Sleeping blood burns.

It's Veronica's hellfire.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Luentia shouted, "I'll give you whatever you want!"

He is at the end of his rope.

However, his legs were crushed, and of course he couldn't die standing up.

"He's got nothing," Veronica said.

"Yes, I can be loyal to you, and I can still be loyal to you!" Luentia was burned to death.

"It's okay," Cloris pulled out the [toy gun] and fed it into Luentia's mouth, "Does the death roulette know?"

Luntia nodded ignorantly.

"Let's play a game. Right now, I only have one bullet in my gun, so..." Cloris asked, "Should I shoot?"

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!" Luntia said hastily. He had bet his life with other mercenaries a long time ago, and he was very familiar with putting his finger on the trigger, but the posture didn't seem to be the same as before. Feeling very uncomfortable, he asked in fear, "If I win the bet, will you give me back my life?"

"I swear to the Sun God, if you win the bet, I will never kill you."

"It's a word."

"boom!"

The trigger snapped.

Veronica was dumbfounded, and she asked, "Is death roulette played with a shotgun?"

"Of course," Cloris said, "who stipulated that only revolvers are authentic?"

"You... ho ho ho... lied to... me..." Unexpectedly, Luntia, who lost half of his head, still had his tongue trembling in the lower half.

"It's the curse of the coffin," said Cloris. "He's been sacrificed to the coffin."

"Do you want me to kill him? The fire of hell can completely solve it."

"No..." Cloris shook her head, she raised her fingers, and cut thousands of threads towards Luntia, "I promised him that as long as he wins this round, I will not kill him again, and put you The fire of the fire is extinguished, and when I get rid of his spiritual vein symbol..." The girl said, "You will send it to the Canary Firm for containment."

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(Volume Two/Murder Joke/End)

298. Epilogue (Part [-])

The curse of the "wishing dream corpse" dissipated with Qifa's death.

Cloris knew that most of the congregation of the Grace House were kept in the dark, and the rest of the people who followed Qifa to carry out this plan were also killed in the chaos. Now Qifa's bones are gone, and Luentia is nowhere to be seen , And therefore, the biggest villains who were put on trial after this disaster were only a few greedy necromancers.

They were invited by Qifa to spread evil spells and use dead bodies and souls to practice secret arts, but Qifa never arranged for these people to retreat. Even Walsh Calle, Qifa also left him in Beigang before. a berth.

Of course, the disaster has not yet been eradicated, and the residual curse of the "Wishing Dream Corpse" still lingers on Hurricane Island. If the mentally weak die from extremely strong desire or fear, it is still possible to transform into a ghoul.However, if you want to push the disaster to this level again, you can't do it unless there is another magic trick.

Curses take time to wear off, but some things must be done now.On the day when the disaster was contained, Walsh Culler contacted Karen, the leader of the City Guard who was firmly guarding the Ant Lane, and evacuated the granary there. Cloris was still transporting supplies here, considering that Most of them have to support the believers of Walsh Culler, and the loss in the process is inevitable. According to the statistics afterwards, within half a month, the food lost by the ghouls alone is as high as [-] tons. For this reason, Karen will inevitably have the notoriety of a "big rat".

"If you want to maintain the scale of believers, this kind of thing won't last long." In the castle, Cloris, who dealt with Luntia's blood, said to the goblin, "I suggest you develop your own business, or do something Something else, hire believers as employees, and cover the activities of church groups in the form of gangs. You are not from the Church of the Sun, if I keep replenishing you with supplies, the flow of these resources will sooner or later cause doubts."

Letting the goblins do business is different. The evangelical reformatory can give the most favorable treatment in an open and honest manner, and Walsh Culler can also use the money he earns to maintain the operation of the local church.

The well-being of the followers feeds back to Walsh Culler, which not only enhances his strength, but also brings good luck in turn.

This is a relatively obscure characteristic of [Gear of Destiny] after being promoted, a common destiny.

"But I'm being wanted now..." Walsh Calle looked gloomy.

"The wanted one is Walsh Culler, not Walsey. You goblins are pure-blooded vampires like elves, and you are born to do business. I will cash out some confiscated antiques for you. You use this The money is packed, and no one will doubt your identity as a merchant."

"What do you mean!"

"literal meaning."

Kale is a popular surname among goblins, and no one would associate a male magic stick with a fair-skinned and beautiful female noble lady.

"I want to wear him..." Walsh Culler whispered, "Do you want me to abandon the brother who has protected me for so many years?"

"Maybe you should learn to let go, get out of your knots, and look forward, Walsey, don't keep crying in your holster!"

"I do not have!"

"Oh, you really didn't, but you were so scared that you lost control several times and leaked on me."

"..."

Fortunately, there were docile fluff on his cheeks, and Walsh Calle felt that his face was hotter than a red-hot iron pan.

Fortunately, a short knock on the door saved Walsh Caller's dignity: "Mr. Caller, an old man wants to visit you."

The goblin and Cloris looked at each other and said, "Please come in."

No need to invite, the moment Walsh Calle agreed, Moxiu stepped into the door with one step.If he hadn't known that the old man in front of him had saved his life, the bristly-haired Walsh Calle would have been terrified and at a loss for a long time.

Moxiu smiled kindly: "Good evening, Kale, Sakima."

Walsh Culler didn't have the courage to answer, and Cloris bowed respectfully: "Good evening, teacher."

Moxiu nodded in satisfaction, but when he didn't speak, Cloris didn't ask him why he came.

After a while, Moxiu first looked at the goblin: "Kaler, are you still willing to spread the glory of the Holy Father for the Grace House?"

Walsh Calle nodded and muttered, "Could I still be unwilling?"

He didn't want to be hammered into a shriveled goblin sandbag by Mo Xiu.

"Then from now on, you are the head of the religious order of the Holy Cult in the city that never sleeps. Someone from the Department of Grace and Pastor will contact you to provide financial and manpower support."

Cloris changed her previous respectfulness, and asked forcefully, "You haven't even been able to control Qifa, is the person you sent really reliable?"

Qifa is not a subordinate of Moxiu. The reason why the old man came here was that he was appointed by the Council of Cardinals to ensure the implementation of Qifa's plan in the city that never sleeps. giver.

But Mo Xiu did not answer, he said: "I will give you the contact information, you can choose to accept it, or you can choose not to, but the relevant personnel will always be on standby."

"Obey." Walsh Calle bowed his head humbly.My heart has blossomed with joy.

In fact, he didn't have much doubts about the reliability of the personnel that Cloris said. As long as he holds this real power, when the time comes, the Evangelical Correctional Institute and the Mercy Institute will be at the same time.

After possessing [Destiny Gear], Walsh Culler's perception of crisis has been unprecedentedly strengthened. Even if it is Qifa before the broken arm, it is not so easy to kill the goblin.

Moxiu said again, "I still have something to say to Sachima."

This is for goblins to avoid.

How does Walsh Caller judge the situation?Moreover, he always felt a mountain of pressure in front of Moxiu, so he immediately ran out of the meeting hall happily, away from the right and wrong of the little bastard and the old bastard.

Cloris was under no pressure. She believed that Moxiu had no reason to do anything to her. Not to mention the kindness of the old man's face, even if the other party looked majestic, the girl would not be moved.

Compared with Arista's sense of oppression, Moxiu's sense of oppression is after all a bit worse.

Cloris said: "You have a share in the disaster of the city that never sleeps, and you are strong enough that no one or court can judge."

Moxiu was not angry, but said: "I didn't think about destroying the city that never sleeps. At first, I thought that Qifa wanted to use disasters to make people despair, and the Grace House played the role of the savior."

"But there will still be hundreds of thousands of people who will die. Their lives and beliefs are not precious, they are just tools for you to realize your wishes."

"We can't save everyone after all."

"Of course, my accusation doesn't have any sincerity, because I also know that this is the rule of the world. Power is the truth. Even if the army of the upper realm wipes out the natives, he still represents justice. You like to use killing to deal with it. I have the same problem." Cloris shrugged her shoulders, as if she didn't care, "but killing people is not the key to solving the problem. Someone once told me, don't delay the great ideal because of kindness, and don't live up to the simple original intention because of cold blood. Teacher, if you really get a city with hundreds of thousands of believers, how will you govern it? Or, what you need is only believers, and let them continue to pray for the Holy Father to descend on the impossible Redemption?" Cloris stared at Moxiu, not knowing whether she wanted to convince the other party or herself, "In my opinion, your so-called pastor is just drawing illusory cakes for believers for the sake of unattainable dreams. Maybe Grace Church In the deep world, the suffering people who are hungry, poorly clothed, and precarious are sheltered. They are easy to satisfy, which makes you a large number of believers. But in the city that never sleeps, in the upper world, if you give believers a sense of security What about what you are born with? If they ask you not only for food and clothing, but also for glory and wealth, even if it is only a slim but real chance, can you give them? You did not give them, you chose to destroy what they have Everything, and then give them the most basic living conditions they should have, the cheapest and most affordable."

"The seven who were punished have already given..." Moxiu gave an answer that made Cloris unexpected, "But all I saw was endless indulgence."

"Original sin." Cloris said softly.