I really only stop

As for the other [curse]...

While he was thinking, three Batleys suddenly walked up to him.

Two of them supported the compatriot in the middle, one from the left and the other from the right, while the one in the middle looked left and right in an extremely strange posture, like a curious newborn baby.

...and here we come across it.

Turning sideways to make way for the three Batleys, watching their receding figures, Oedipus was silent for a while, and saluted with his chest.

What I had just seen was another curse of the Bartley clan--inevitable amnesia.

Perhaps even the world itself is jealous of the strength of the Plague Warlock Clan. Every time a certain age is reached, the Batley Clan will begin to forget their memories.

Unlike general sudden amnesia, their amnesia symptoms are gradual and overall.They will slowly forget everything for a long period of time, but when reminded or seen something like a diary, they will recall it again, and then lose their memory again-after a few cycles of this, they will completely Forget what happened during this period, and then start to lose memories of earlier and larger areas.

And the end of this journey is the current posture of that Bartley member just now.

Completely lost all memory, and there is no possibility of remembering anything again—that is, [living death].

Whenever they start to experience symptoms of amnesia, most Batley people will find a good place in advance and entrust others to take care of their bodies. This custom is called "living tomb" by them.

Then, what will happen to the people who enter the living tomb when 【Bliss】comes?

What is life and what is death?

"clatter."

Just as Oedipus was silent, a clear sound of footsteps sounded behind him, it sounded like someone deliberately used this method to show their existence.

Oedipus turned his head in amazement, and what appeared in front of him was a stranger who was slightly taller than Sikali and whose whole body was covered by Bartley's protective clothing.

"You are mourning for us."

Through the thick lens of the other party, Oedipus can see a pair of cold eyes:

"Very few people will mourn for us, you are very strange."

"... Ha, strange or normal, how can there be such a clear thing in this world."

After a moment of silence, Oedipus narrowed his eyes and showed a smile:

"Miss Bartley, I am here to discuss something important with your patriarch. I wonder if you can give me some introductions?"

After looking up and down at Oedipus, the Bartley woman suddenly turned her head and left:

"I am the patriarch, follow me if you have anything to discuss."

"……Eh?"

Staring at the back of the woman without any confusion, Oedipus, who hadn't expected things to unfold like this, fell into a mess.

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This is bound to be a long journey.

I don't know whether it's because of the protective clothing or just by nature, Bartley, the self-proclaimed patriarch, has an aura of silence. Even Oedipus, who is as lively as he looks, is oppressed by this aura, so he can only shut up obediently and follow in silence behind her.

After twisting and turning, the two came to a building in the corner of the territory.

"Go in."

Miss Bartley nodded at Oedipus.

The situation is stronger than people. After spreading his hands to show that he is well-behaved and harmless, Oedipus lifted the overly thick curtain and entered the interior of the building.

Different from the overall black atmosphere of the Demon King Army, the Bartley family especially likes pure white.As soon as he entered the building, Oedipus' vision was filled with continuous white.

Miss Bartley followed closely behind. After carefully sealing the door curtain with the zipper, she turned to look at the somewhat bewildered Oedipus:

"Stand in front of me and you'd better close your eyes."

"Well... I hope you won't do anything bad to me."

Habitually relieving the almost stagnant atmosphere with a joke, Oedipus obediently stood in front of Miss Bartley.

Then, Miss Bartley did something that seemed very inexplicable to him.

"..."

Opening her hand silently to Oedipus, Miss Bartley seemed to have grabbed something from him.Afterwards, she took out the huge round-bottomed bottle that she had prepared long ago, and put the air in her palm into it solemnly.

……what is this?Charade?

"It's the bacteria on your body...or a very weak plague. But for us, these are likely to be fatal."

Noticing the doubt in Oedipus' eyes, Miss Bartley didn't care about his squinting behavior.While taking the stopper to firmly plug the round bottom bottle, she explained to him casually:

"Don't worry, these are your personal belongings, and you will return them when you leave the building."

return?These 'very weak' [plagues]?

Looking at the empty round-bottomed bottle, Oedipus subconsciously rubbed his arms:

"...No, there's no need, it's okay when you don't tell me, but once you know this, I always feel hairy."

"It's normal, and the few visitors who come here will basically feel this way."

Seeing this cowardly look, Miss Bartley just said without surprise:

"These plagues are completely harmless to your body, but you can't escape them. After leaving this specially purified room, these plagues will reattach to your body, and the whole process doesn't even take 5 minutes. "

"Please don't say it!"

Subconsciously imagining the scene, Oedipus shivered:

"Do you have a way to temporarily clear your memory? After hearing what you said, I now feel an indescribable itch all over my body."

He also knew that this was a psychological effect, but it was because it was beyond the control of reason that he felt so uncomfortable.

"...if necessary, I can make it."

After staring at Oedipus for a while, Miss Bartley, who was thinking of something, opened the curtain on the other side and entered the room inside:

"Don't you have something to say, come in."

——So you really don’t care about the so-called [Harmless Plague]? !

Glancing at the 'empty' round-bottom bottle full of resentment, Oedipus turned his head decisively and followed Miss Bartley's pace.

Chapter -34 The Silver Moon of 3/50

Walking into the deepest room of the building, Oedipus found that the arrangement here was quite different from what he had imagined.

It's not the rigid research room that I imagined before. On the contrary, in addition to an overly large bookshelf and related equipment, there are also many ingenious small objects in this room.

Beautiful crystal balls, furry ornaments, even a flower sealed in a glass enclosure.

Judging from these arrangements alone, this Miss Bartley doesn't seem to be as indifferent as she appears?

"Don't touch those bottles, find a place to sit."

Not caring that Oedipus was looking around at her room, Miss Bartley just grabbed the button of the mask on the back of her head with both hands, and then took it off with all her strength.

Following her movements, a section of the back of the snow-white neck lightly jumped into Oedipus' eyes first, and then, the long silver hair like a waterfall poured down from the mask.

Oedipus never imagined that after removing the heavy mask, what was revealed was such a woman as cold as moonlight and as clear as white snow.

"call."

After taking a short breath, Miss Bartley took off her mask and looked back at Oedipus:

"Although the mask can protect us from the plague, it has to be said that it's quite hot inside. If it wasn't for taking it off as soon as possible, we wouldn't choose this place for our conversation—huh? What's wrong with you?"

"—oh, no, nothing."

After recovering from the astonishing transformation from the masked man to the young girl, Oedipus said to him:

"That's, that's the one...Your clan usually work very hard."

"Born like this, what can we do?"

Sighing imperceptibly, Miss Bartley rolled up her sleeves:

"Actually, I also want to take off this protective suit, but after all, you are an outsider here, and seeing a woman you meet for the first time in only underwear will make you feel troubled."

Wearing only underwear under the heavy protective clothing? !Do you Bartley like to play with contrasts so cute? !

Ever since I met Miss Bartley, there have been incidents where I wanted to complain. Even with the heart of Oedipus, it took me a long time to suppress my inner desire to complain:

"This...Miss Batley, my name is Oedipus. I have come here specially to discuss important matters with the patriarch of the nobles. Could you introduce me?"

"It's been said that I am the patriarch, why don't you listen to others?"

Seemingly frowning in displeasure, Miss Bartley pointed to herself:

"Villier, the current patriarch of the Batley clan, do you have any questions?"

It was this cold and silent aura again, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

With a slight glance from those eyes, Oedipus immediately stopped his babbling:

"No, not anymore."

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"Because of the arrangement of Lord Demon King, although our family came to this world with the army, we have never been on the battlefield."

Lowering her eyes to signal Oedipus to sit down, Valier said lightly:

"Many people in the clan are counting on this battle to bring them real [death]. Looking at the current situation, their expectations are about to fail."

True death naturally means the simultaneous rest of body and soul.Because of the existence of 'amnesia', even the common sense in the eyes of others is not easy for Bartley.

"...Has no one thought about self-destruction?"

Subconsciously recalling his mental state a week ago, Oedipus asked:

"When the memory has not been completely lost and I can still dominate [myself], I will run to the end in the way I have conceived. Instead of the [living grave] state where the soul is dead but the body is still alive like now."

"The so-called [die freely]?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, obviously, Valier didn't expect a foreigner to consider these issues for them:

"Not everyone has the courage to face death. What's more, amnesia is not an immediate sentence for us. It is more like a 'countercurrent'. Before, I was still a preoccupied adult, but now I have become an innocent teenager. And after a period of time, even the fear of death is forgotten by us, and we will maintain the happiest and purest attitude to meet the demise of the soul. Compared with us, I feel that other races grow old slowly The way is even more frightening—watching my originally strong body function gradually decline, and facing death amidst increasing fear and anxiety.”

Living tomb and natural death, Oedipus originally felt sad for the members of the Bartley family from the perspective of an outsider, but he never thought that if he thought about it from another angle, he would become the one who was pitiable .

"...Maybe life itself is meaningless."

For some reason, recalling his mother's judgment, Oedipus lowered his eyes:

"We all go to the same destination, and everything will converge at the end point, and it will not change from then on."

"Or maybe you and I don't have anything worth keeping."

For the first time since we met, Vallier shook her head lightly:

"I have also seen an old man who died with a smile. Although I don't understand the reason for that smile, death is obviously not an unacceptable horror for him."

【Things worthy of trust】?

The most precious smile flashed before his eyes subconsciously, and Oedipus clenched his fists slightly.

[Find] does not necessarily have to [Have].

...Well, that's it.

"Miss Vallier."

After quickly adjusting his emotions, Oedipus' voice quickly became lighter:

"I'll save other things for later. Since you are the Patriarch Batley I'm looking for, I have a request for you to take over. What do you think?"

"Commission?"

Vallier's eyes were a little surprised:

"From Lord Demon King? Is she finally going to send us to the battlefield?"

"Unfortunately, this is my personal request."

Oedipus spread his hands helplessly:

"Master Demon King is not planning to change her combat strategy now. You also know that because of her exaggerated affinity attribute, the number of cadres is far more than before. In this case, using magic with different effects to bring the enemy Unexpected strikes by the army are the best tactics, and rashly showing more cards will only make you fall into a more passive situation."

"Affinity attribute...Indeed, even I have to admit the charm of Lord Demon King. Staying with her will make the sun on my body warmer."