Chapter 107 Medici Is Released From Prison

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"Patrick Jason Beria" was confirmed to be dead, and members of "Machine Heart" specially came to notify Klein. Klein felt even better after learning that he no longer had to be monitored and that he would be paid at least a thousand pounds for providing important clues.

Klein, who finally regained his freedom and was no longer protected by the "Machine Heart", stayed in the Kragg Club until after dinner, and then took a carriage and slowly returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

He opened the mail box as a habit and saw a new letter, one without a stamp.

This letter was left by Detective Essinger Stanton after his unsuccessful visit in the afternoon. He wrote:

"...I heard the advice you gave from the Heart of Machinery. Your sensitivity and rigor are shocking. If you hadn't become an Extraordinary, I would even think that 'Reader' is the most suitable path for you. "

"You are the best reasoning young man I have ever seen!"

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Klein stood in the living room and read the letter left by Essinger under the light of the gas wall lamp.

There was nothing novel about this performance. It was just a step-by-step repetition, and it didn’t even play a big role... But the advantage was that there were enough viewers, and they were all around me, allowing me to get direct feedback... Klein took As I was holding the letter, I suddenly felt something in my heart.

He half-closed his eyes and felt that something inside his body was rapidly disintegrating and dissipating. He felt that many illusory stars appeared around him, and he felt that those bright stars were weakly attracted to each other.

In the last month of 1349, his "magician" potion was finally digested.

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In Queens West District, a carriage was advancing slowly.

The driver's face was blurred and silent. Two tall, black-coated horses walked briskly and snorted.

In the carriage, Amon played with the huge natural ruby ​​he had just captured, thinking anxiously about what to make of it.

It was about the size of his thumbnail, the color was pigeon blood red, and it felt quite heavy in his hand. As long as it is slightly processed and made into a ring or necklace, it can easily be sold for tens of thousands of pounds.

It is a pity that it does not have the romantic stories and historical details that the rich pursue, but it is like "excavated and polished from the high-quality gemstone veins in the southern continent, snatched away during transportation, and then fell into the treasure house of the devil family." Ten years. It was once embedded in a sacrificial vessel, but now it was removed and offered because the object of worship was changed." Ordinary people should not know such absurd and exciting stories.

Bang, bang.

A chilling voice came from opposite him. It was like the blade was cutting through bones.

In the shadow that was almost materialized, the newly promoted demon king slowly and elegantly broke the handleless black sword across his knees piece by piece, as easily as breaking a piece of biscuit. Then He put all the bones, flesh and blood of another demon angel and the intense emotions before death into his mouth, bit it into pieces, chewed it up, and swallowed it into his belly, as easily as eating a biscuit. His movements and expressions are reminiscent of a leisurely and comfortable afternoon tea in a sunny garden. The contrast between the two is strangely contradictory.

His spirituality is unstable and he consumes too much. Devouring the flesh and blood of his own kind is the fastest and most consistent replenishment behavior for demons.

"I've thought about it, I want to make this ruby ​​into a brooch."

Amon turned a blind eye to the aura of the abyss that was so close, and happily put the ruby ​​​​into his small box. He opened the box to a crack, and it was filled with layers of various pearls, diamonds, crystals and colorful gems. These were the top jewelry he picked out from the tributes of the Demon family, some of which were raw stones, and some of which had not yet been used. However, some were pried off from other people’s existing jewelry. What they have in common is that they are all ordinary gems without any extraordinary properties, so they are overly fancy decorations that are completely useless to extraordinary people.

"With diamonds?"

"Yes."

Edward nodded slightly, his voice cold and deep: "This size is very suitable for making a brooch."

His face had a rare expression, and he sat quietly on the cushion opposite, motionless for a long time. With a static feeling of an inanimate object, I didn't feel much joy at the fact that I was successfully promoted and became one of the strongest competitors in the Abyss Path Sequence 0, not to mention excitement and pride. Instead, I felt like I was finally relieved.

They had just returned from the location previously given by the Dark Saint, where another copy of the "Filthy King" trait was stored.

One has two copies of Sequence One, and the other only has Sequence One and Uniqueness. Now there are two Angel Kings in the Demon Path, which is really an unexpected development.

But the other party's reaction does not affect Amon's mood. In a sense, as long as he does not take the initiative to die, the stronger the foreign god who does not have much malice towards him can ensure the safety of "himself".

In his opinion, compared to "changes after promotion", it was more like the other party was finally able to act with his true self to a certain extent.

The Declined King indeed thought so. The little game of playing human beings did not make him feel the least bit interesting from beginning to end.

Humans and primates once established their own civilization, which lasted for thousands of years with their own power. They were weak and soft carbon-based life forms that would ooze red warm liquid when crushed, which was completely different from him. Maybe there was a brief interest at the beginning, but now there is only endless tedium and boredom. Many of the malfunctions of the doll have worn away his patience:

At first, because the memory was too real, the old survivor "Edward Vaughn" was always recreated and destroyed many times; later, the influence of pathways and extraordinary abilities increased, causing one of the dolls to be instinctively Ambition drives the desire to escape from His control and be destroyed again.

Later, after many studies and repeated testing, a qualified doll was finally created that has a perfect balance of memory and nature, and firmly believes that "it is a part of God" - ha, but how can the program be written? What about the people part of the program? ——I have to say that this positioning is very useful. It makes the doll's thoughts somewhat similar to mine. It will no longer be easily impressed by human society and its own memory. It can operate without supervision and is stable and excellent.

But after being stable for hundreds of years, it had some sprouts of self-awareness and some hazy emotions because of a human woman, which made the Decline King feel very bored.

——Yes, boring.

"answer me."

"What are those things that appear in you? Confusion, loneliness, and longing for others? You'd better not tell me that you really regard yourself as a human being. How can you waste your energy on things that are not planned?"

"But I think my behavior is logical." Edward answered him, "Adela is dead and I feel lonely. This is normal."

"……What did you say?"

"...Adela is dead, my behavior is logical?"

"Loneliness." God said, "Why are you lonely? It is a useless emotion that we abandoned thousands of years ago."

How stupid. And boring as hell.

The Decline King thought unemotionally, alone. This word reminded him of the desolation of the birthplace, the fatuousness of the God of Order, and the endless gloom and desolation in the memory that had turned to dust for so long.

A word that was as light as snowflakes fell like a dull knife cutting into his body, leaving no trace, and it seemed as if an old injury had recurred, making him feel slightly sulky at being betrayed. Brannka used loneliness as a reason and shelter as a poison, and used self-hypnosis over and over again to rationalize her behavior. Isn't this worthy of disgust and a warning? Could it be that this worthless residue was rekindled by being with a human being?

It's really boring. He had been wandering in the dark for so long. His ability to successfully defeat everything was definitely not due to loneliness or fear, nor was it any overly egoistic emotion praised by humans. It's because He is strong enough and firm enough to cross the end. How can a god who crosses the sea of ​​stars be weak? How can he be afraid of loneliness?

No need for humanity, no need for followers, no need for companionship.

This is the unanimous conclusion reached by his humanity and divinity. Humanity voted in favor of destroying himself. From then on, there was an indestructible lord on the snowfield and a god who would roam the starry sky for countless years to come. The sentimental self died long ago and was replaced by a stronger and better consciousness and soul. This is a reasonable replacement. Why is there still a trace of emotion and unwillingness to come to this day? The Declined King found it simply unbearable - it was such a shame and humiliation. He originally thought that his clone was tainted with the secular world and over-acted, but he actually told him that this was self-denial!

"Why are you crying? Your power never disappears, your life never ends, why are you sad?"

——He once asked another god.

"I despair of my loneliness."

——And then got such an unreasonable answer.

"Lonely"? It's really, really, really boring.

"I thought it was something serious. After all, you are one of my most satisfying works." He said, "Well, your fault made me realize that as long as the program has human memory, it will be difficult not to be Impact, I know what to do, and I won’t need puppets anymore.”

A trace of astonishment flashed across its face, but it made no resistance.

So He killed Edward Vaughan.

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However, it is really hard to do it in person.

I hope that one day in the future I will be able to walk on the earth with my true self, no need to pretend, no need to pretend, no need to separate a separate consciousness department to be responsible for building a character, and to conceive and plan various behaviors that humans should have in my mind at any time, and also You have to participate in a lot of social interactions and put on a smile every day to deceive people.

"Have you considered rearranging your honorary name?"

He shook his head slowly: "There is no need to rush."

Finally, he closed his eyes, fine-tuned his facial expression, and took out the flat glasses he had just bought, which were one of the indispensable elements of the character "Edward Vaughn" and put them on.

The black tortoise shell frames are relatively light and don’t feel much on the bridge of the nose. The vague blue color in his eyes faded away. Edward twitched the corners of his mouth, relaxed his straight back a little, leaned on the leather cushion behind him gracefully and with a hint of laziness, and smiled at Amon. : "I know you are looking forward to getting the reward I promised."

"But that's not what you're going to do tonight. You can conceive of the brooch you want tonight and go to a jewelry store in Queens to customize it tomorrow."

Amon nodded: "So what are you going to do tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the dull twelve tones of the "Bell of Order". It was midnight, and the streets were filled with blood-like moonlight. At this time, almost no one was walking outside, because the winter night in Backlund was too cold, let alone driving the carriage leisurely on the road in the cold wind in the middle of the night. If you don't hide it, even if you don't attract the police, you will attract the extraordinary people of the church.

The driver whistled, and the carriage turned and headed for Williams Street via the nearest main road.

Amon pushed up his monocle and understood something.

"I'm not as articulate as I am." He backed down, "Can I go first? I want to put down my gem."

Edward smiled nonchalantly: "Of course."

"However, the current strength of the Red Evil Spirit may not be higher than that of Sequence 3. Moreover, Aurora gave me news just now that the True Creator visited my residence. You can still see Him if you go back now."

One is the undesirable mental imprint of Medici, a legacy of the ontology’s history in the Fourth Age, and the other is the “Crazy Hanged Man”, a part of the ontology’s father, which doesn’t seem to have much to do with him. Amon was suddenly in a dilemma. After weighing the situation, he backed down and pretended that he had not said anything just now: "Maybe it would be easier to face Medici, as long as I ignore him."

No. 8 Williams Street, the residence of Mr. Miller Carter, after two months of renovation, has become quite different from its original appearance. However, the exterior has only been simply renovated, retaining the retro style of a hundred years, which is an affirmation of the taste of the Pound family.

The carriage stopped at the door, and the visitors entered the garden without anyone else and opened the door to the mansion.

The last time I came here, it was empty, with building materials and furniture that had to be discarded or newly purchased waiting to be placed everywhere piled up.

Now the gas pipes have been re-routed inside, electric lights and gas have been connected, exquisite and luxurious wallpaper has been put up, some hard furniture such as tables, chairs and cabinets have been put in, and a new fireplace has been built.

But there are no traces of human life inside, and the tables and cabinets are empty. It seems that Mr. Miller Carter has not moved in yet, and there are no servants or housekeepers arranged, and the workers will not stay here. This is best because then no one will notice the changes underground.

Following a familiar route, Edward arrived underground. Amon hesitated for a while, but decided to stay in the house.

Passing through the ruins of the collapsed palace and the historical relics of the Quaternary Age, Edward came to the door again. It hadn't been too long since he last came here, and he still remembered how the evil spirit behind him spoke freely and provoked him. After all, after being imprisoned underground for more than a thousand years, it is understandable that he would develop some kind of mental illness.

Edward stood in front of the door with a feeling of relief, understanding, respect, and care, and knocked on the door.

"Oh, this is not the law..."

Edward took two steps back, took a chair and sat down.

"Suddenly I don't really want to let you out anymore." He said expressionlessly, "If you think about it carefully, your Lord and I don't have any agreement about time. I can definitely wait another thousand years before letting you out. Get out. Anyway, you seem to be in good spirits and in good spirits, so you don’t need help."

The red evil spirit laughed twice. No matter how the other two conquerors cursed in their minds, Medici, as the leader, remained unmoved. Obviously, he was the kind of person who would never lower his stature even if he asked for help. . But things are a little different now. Regardless of whether this demon is pleasing to the eye or not, at least he seems to be really capable and capable of fishing him out. And the "agreement with your Lord..." he said made Medici make an incredible and bold guess. If he could quickly return to the Lord's side, then it would not be impossible to argue with the devil in a different tone. .

After thinking for two seconds, he decided not to speak for the time being and just wait and see.

Medici didn't say anything, so the rest of the story would unfold. Edward breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked slowly to the door.

Since the descendants of Tudor can die inside, the seal here is by no means completely sealed, but there is a big difference between taking the things out and going in to die, and it will take a lot of effort.

The prototype of the kingdom of God in the abyss unfolded with Him as the center. The collapsed candlesticks and the torches without fuel on the wall suddenly lit up with faint blue flames. The smell of filth, curse, and sin blew through here like a heavy wind. The sealed stone door was quickly eroded and polluted by the silt-like malice. The spirituality of the curse was outlined along the shimmering traces on the door. After a while, above it The seal that had been crumbling for thousands of years dimmed little by little, and finally made a soft sound like broken glass.

The black liquid continued to spread from bottom to top, swallowing the entire stone door, making it completely rotten and eroded to the point where nothing was left.

The red-haired evil spirit behind the door slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp and handsome face and an open smile. He crossed his legs and sat boldly and uninhibitedly on a black iron high-backed chair with blood stains carved on it. On three back-to-back black iron high-backed chairs, each was bound by layers of chains with a withered and shrunken body. The faded corpse.

There wasn't much blood in it, and there wasn't much of the pungent smell of decaying corpses. There was only a cold, ashes-like smell.

The devil and the evil spirit looked at each other, and Edward took off the pendant hanging from his ear. The black crystal automatically twisted and transformed, turning into a dark gray stone inverted cross with scattered gold threads inside.

He straightened the cross and let it float in the palm of his hand. With the infusion of spirituality, the messy golden thread-like marrow inside the cross became brighter and brighter, and finally golden light emitted from the inside out, bringing light like the sun to the closed millennium. It's a pity that neither of the two creatures here have the characteristics of light and justice. In the warm and bright sunshine, the demon felt slight stings coming from the skin shrouded in light, while the evil spirits who were not in good condition were directly purified. Gotta start getting black gas.

But facing this long-lost light, the red evil spirit still restrained his instinctive urge to escape and return to the shadows. He raised his head and looked at the radiating cross, showing an expression of obsession.

"The true Creator is here to bear witness."

"I am about to complete my agreement with you and liberate the "Red Angel". My allies, please direct your gaze here. "

After Edward finished speaking seriously, a vague wave came, and above the cross, a pair of scarlet eyes quietly opened.

An equally deep and thick voice responded:

"God said, it works."

Hearing this voice and seeing these eyes, the last trace of uneasiness and doubt in Medici's heart finally dissipated.

All the severe pain in his body turned into the urge to shed tears. He trembled ecstatically under this gaze, restrained all his arrogant expressions, and lowered his head piously and solemnly. Just like every time in the past thousands of years.

TBC

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That friend who said on the book review forum that I have private goods, one of your comments was swallowed up. When I refreshed and saw that you had posted so many posts, I almost didn’t recognize the word private goods.

If you see this chapter, why not just say it here...

Since I can't reply to you, I don't know what you mean by "too many private goods". Judging from the recent plot, it should be the Aurora Society and Zhenzo. It just so happens that I also have something to say.

I believe some readers will find that the Aurora Society seems to be vaguely a victim in this article. Please believe me that this is not a whitewash, because I have no mercy. While everyone thinks that the Aurora will be miserable, think about the great smog in the original game.

Perhaps, the appearance of Mr. Hahaha, how is this possible, because this is the perspective of the Aurora Society, and everyone is a true believer, and of course they look happy.

I kill without mercy, and neither Botis nor X can survive.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. Even God cannot escape punishment. This article has actually been emphasizing this. Jiguanghui is transforming and Zhenzao is working hard, but if you die, you must die. If you die, you must kill.

After all, Aurora Society-Zhenzhao believers should have done all kinds of evil when they were an evil god organization in the fifth era. How could a wicked person change his mind so easily? Good and bad merits and demerits are not mutually exclusive. The current Aurora Society may have too much belief in themselves. They regard themselves as righteous in their own hearts, but the church does not think so. Is it okay for the church to encircle and suppress cult organizations?

Unless it is to encircle and suppress the pilgrim sect.

So the Aurora Festival will be even worse in the future.

In short, what I want to express is "You deserve the beatings you are getting now. Who made you do so many wrong things before?" If the private goods you are talking about are not this but other aspects, and it is not a matter of principle, then you might as well think about it in another person's shoes and see if you should change the name to "The Years I Was a Foreign Aid to the Tarot Club" or "I Was a Foreign Aid to the Church" After those years, there was no weird feeling anymore.

I'm not blaming, reading a book is a two-way choice. But if this is the case, maybe you are still not suitable for this article, please stop your losses in time.