Chapter 94, Dark Salon♂

"Hello, Mr. Duckholm, I have never heard of your name, can you tell me in detail?" Anida recalled carefully and found that she had never heard of this person, but since Master Foster introduced , it is impossible for this person to have no background.

"I'm from the Kingdom of Liguria in the south." Van Darkholme spread his hands: "I used to want to be an actor, um, an actor who performed in the theater, but I failed hundreds of auditions and starred in a few After the small roles, you know, I've had enough, so I'm in the art business now, some special art service business."

"Special art service industry?" Aneda thought for a while, and her eyes were full of unknown brilliance: "Welcome very much! Mr. Darkholm! On behalf of Weimei, I welcome you!"

After finishing speaking, Anida gave Foster a strange look, and the president of the Aesthetic Society thought that this old gentleman was also kind.

"What are you talking about?" After entering the manor, Foster, the master builder, still couldn't understand what Ryan was talking about, and how Anida suddenly changed her attitude, and welcomed Ryan's "Fan- Darkholm".

"Hehe~Mr. Foster, don't worry, I'm not interested in the banquet of these hedonistic believers, but I'm here to investigate some important matters, and I will thank you very much after it is done." Ryan whispered said.

"What kind of gratitude can I, a dying old man, have?" Foster shook his head helplessly. He has both money and fame. The master builder who has half a foot in the coffin feels that he has nothing to impress him.

"Forget it, anyway, this is Schultz's request, I will pretend to be unwell and find a place to rest, please remember, young man, a real artist must never stay alone in the corner, be sure to follow Get on everyone's topic! Even if you don't understand anything, just praise more and comment less!" Foster stroked his beautiful short white beard and told Ryan again.

"I know, I know~" Ryan continued to explain clearly. His confident appearance made the master architect shake his head again and again. The old master thought that the young people nowadays are really confident.

Inside the fiery manor, Ryan quickly joined the conversation with a glass of red wine, while Foster drank a little red wine and chatted for a few words before pretending to be exhausted and looking for a place to rest .

After all, the master builder was old, and everyone in the salon understood his situation. Foster took a nap in the lounge under the leadership of the waiter.

By the time he woke up, the art salon had already reached its climax.

To the shock of the old gentleman, in one corner, Ryan had become the focus of the artists, and he was alone talking to a group of artists who were brightly dressed, gorgeously dressed, spraying various perfumes and listless.

"Yes, so in this process, the role I showed is, the master is like this."

"I converted my home into a dungeon, and then I became the master of the dungeon, and there was a full set of tools and stuff... I did a good job, and the guests loved me."

"For a fist, it's like thirty silver coins at a time... That is to say, the customers who like this kind of service are generally a little too drunk to get excited. They want to relax a little... Then I will put my fist..."

"It's been a long process~ you all know that," artist Van Darkholm said humorously.

"Oh! My God! Mr. Duckholm! I want to try this!" exclaimed an artist.

"Another unprecedented excitement, Mr. Duckholm, can I be your guest?" A lady's face was also full of excitement.

"Oh! Of course, we can all get enough stimulation in the process."

"Wow! This is amazing!"

The faces of this group of artists and nobles have strange distortions and neurotic fanaticism,

They dragged Van Darkholm to ask this and that, and the atmosphere was so hot that even Anida, the president of the Aesthetic Society, said excitedly: "Oh, Mr. Darkholm, you are really an amazing artist. "

"Yes, you see, I invented some combinations between leather and rope, I think they are very good, they are my works, if you are interested, I can show you." Van Darkholm took out some Dirty pictures, but the nobles and artists in the corner regard them as treasures, pass them around to each other, and make admiring voices: "It's simply a masterpiece!"

Seeing Foster appearing, Van Darkholm beckoned himself to excuse him, and he walked to the corner alone: ​​"Master Foster, I was invited to an underground banquet, after ten minutes after I go in, tell the waiter to come Find me and say you want to take me away."

For a long time, Foster couldn't figure out how Ryan got into the circle of the Aestheticism Society so smoothly, but he still agreed to Ryan's request.

"Mr. Darkholme, this way please." So Ryan went to the underground clubhouse under the leadership of the waiter.

Obviously, his depraved and perverted theory just now has gained the trust of these Chaos sects. They firmly believe that Ryan is a fellow man like them, corrupt and depraved.

Only Ryan knows why he came here.

Through the cold and damp tunnel, Ryan participated in a more secret banquet.

The chaos of this banquet is inconvenient to describe in words (for fear of harmony), the "artists" frantically demanded to amplify the desire side of society through various channels in the indulgence, they discovered beauty and happiness, indulged in more brutal pleasures and Disgusting perverted pleasure, they loudly planned how to eradicate those sects that emphasized virtue and discipline, how to achieve the goal of "building" Marienburg into a "land of absolute beauty".

"Anything that hinders the aesthetics of the eyes is like poison boiling in the blood vessels, and must be eliminated or transformed!" This is in the damp and cold basement, a former highly respected and well-educated artist said frantically.

"agree!"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

The distorted "artists" frantically responded.

"Okay, gentlemen, the 'white meat' is here, please enjoy it!" A waiter brought in a pot of steaming meat and motioned for everyone to enjoy it.

The composition and origin of the meat are completely invisible from the outside. Since the meat was brought in, no one has asked what kind of meat it is, and no one has asked where it came from, but everyone rushed to eat the meat. on the enjoyment.

Only Ryan didn't go up to grab the food. He looked a little confused, as if he didn't quite understand what it was, so he missed the opportunity.

The white meat was quickly eaten up.

A waiter sneaked down, and he whispered a few words in Anida's ear, and the president of the Beauty Association came to Ryan's side regretfully: "Mr. Darkholm, Master Foster is looking for You, are you going to leave?"

"Ah!" Van Darkholm looked surprised. "Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I must go."

"Mr. Darkholm, don't you plan to continue playing? There will be more exciting programs later, and there will be 'water of life', drinking it can prolong life and keep youth forever!" Anida was a little bit reluctant to part with such a great artist The ♂ artist just left like this, so she comforted: "Master Foster, I can help you out."

Van Darkholme seemed to have gone through an extremely painful ideological struggle before he refused: "But, Mr. Foster is my best friend, and I have no reason to leave him, so I'm sorry, Ms. Aneda , I hope there will be a chance next time, and I will let you see my true dark philosophy."

"That's such a pity. Aesthetic Society always welcomes outstanding artists and philosophers like you to participate in our art salons. This is the status symbol of Aesthetic Society members. I hope you can accept it." Anida presented a purple The medal, Van Darkholme took it: "Thank you."

So Ryan, incarnated as Van Darkholm, left Violet Manor in this way.

After coming out of the manor and being away from the manor for at least ten minutes, Ryan took out a glass bottle of about 400 ml from under his cloak.

There was a purple filthy liquid in the glass bottle, and there were countless air waves tumbling irregularly inside the liquid. Ryan could faintly see the soul of a demon wailing and roaring in it.

It is hard to imagine that this will be the fountain of life bred by the World Tree.

Yes, the so-called "water of life" of the Aestheticism Society is actually the appearance of the fountain of life bred by the World Tree of San Lorenzo Forest, where the wood elves are located, after it has been polluted and corrupted.

The Fountain of Life is of course listed as an object that cannot be traded by the wood elves. Under any circumstances, the wood elves refuse to hand over any small amount of the Fountain of Life. This kind of divine water of living dead flesh and bones will only produce a little bit a year. People know how many, but the number is definitely very rare, that's for sure.

But the wood elves are not the only ones in the forest. The powerful Beastman tribe has been fighting the wood elves for thousands of years in the forest, and sometimes they can get some fountain of life.

The bottle in Ryan's hand is the corroded Fountain of Life after a large amount of dilution. Although drinking it can prolong life, the user also has to bear the price of being corrupted.

Except Ryan.

The Primarch gently held out his hand.

The purple chaotic energy was continuously sucked into his body by him, and these violent and corrupt energies were continuously transformed into clean and pure subspace energy by Ryan and then absorbed by him.

Two minutes later, the polluted and corrupted fountain of life miraculously returned to its original appearance, and pure life energy spread in the spring water.

Reverse corruption, this is the only ability that only Ryan has in the universe. As long as the object was once a normal creature or item, Ryan can absorb chaotic energy, and then convert it into pure subspace energy. If certain conditions are met, it will be converted back to original appearance.

The fountain of life is a good thing, even if it is diluted, Ryan carefully put it away.

In the end, Ryan threw the sign that Anida gave him on the ground and let the carriage run over him. He began to think about everything about the Slaanesh sect.

The main objects of corruption of Slaanesh sect are the upper class nobles and scholars, artists, Slaanesh is not like a warrior god at all, he (he? she? it?) is more like beauty lover, artist, lover and prostitute (harmony ) God of sticks. The cult of sadomasochism is therefore especially strong in the large and wealthy cities of those southern countries, where lust and pleasure prevail.

Slaanesh's creed of tolerating all evil and experimenting with all evil has made Slaanesh the most popular god of Chaos among the lazy and wealthy. These people see the worship of Slaanesh as an antidote to their wealthy, docile but dull lives.

It was very "easy" to fall into the worship of Slaanesh at first. No matter what believers do, including eating and sleeping, they can get spiritual enjoyment that is magnified many times, which makes their boring life full of fun again.

But this road to enjoyment quickly becomes very narrow, because once they believe in Slaanesh, they will no longer be able to feel any happiness and satisfaction when they do anything again, and the great spiritual stimulation of the first time If there is a sharp contrast, people will not be able to bear this contrast, so they will start to frantically pursue this kind of sensory stimulation. After ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, they will gradually become weak and extremely decline.

Out of such desperation and hatred, these exhausted and hate-filled people are driven to seek help from others who understand his terrible hunger, and they become fully a follower of Slaanesh.

The next step is the corruption and corruption of morals and rules, and they will try to try all the evils in the world to find their own happiness.

So why do you need faith? This world really needs faith and discipline. Only firm faith and mature discipline can enable people to avoid corruption and fight against darkness.

After thinking a little farther, Ryan turned his attention back to the matter in front of him. So, what is "white meat"?

For Slaanesh believers, can eating meat satisfy their spirit?

Don't be funny, unless it's a rare item like dragon meat, why haven't these lunatics tried it?

wait!

Ryan had a faint inspiration.

White meat?

Spirit satisfied?

Rare, unobtainable meat that needs to be shared privately? Can't make it public?

Ryan felt that he was faintly approaching the truth.

He carefully recalled all the information collected so far on the Aesthetic Society, frantically filtering and retrieving every piece of key information in his mind.

Gradually, his memory returned to that night on Twilight Street, an anecdote told by the street girl Sarah.

"I don't know when, Aneda appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society. Her wealth is inexhaustible. With just one person, she supported dozens of art groups in cities and built several orphanages. , although we don't like her, she still does a good job, but the orphans in the orphanage seem to have a high mortality rate, and not many of them are adults..."

Orphanage? High death rate?

Not many grown children?

The white meat that can bring people spiritual satisfaction shared in private?

Ryan's pupils gradually dilated.

Understood!

Ask for a ticket!