Chapter 547 398 Gray Fairy

William III coughed first, and just when Dacus thought he was going to tell the story, he stood up, walked to the shelf not far away, picked up the axe, and then walked back to the opposite side of Dacus. After putting the axe on the coffee table, he casually poured the liquid in the cup onto the carpet, then picked up the kettle that Dacus had blown to his mouth before and poured clear water into the cup. After a cup of water entered his stomach, he slowly told the story.

"I'm not Mrs. Aldau, actually... I'm from Noon, 120 Baker Street, but few people call it that, more are 11 and 2..."

"Good man, 11 and 2, isn't this the 13th?" Dacus was stunned when he heard the 11 and 2. He couldn't help muttering in his mind. He could roughly guess what William III would say next, after all, the number 13 was already done, but he didn't interrupt William III.

"Baker Street is located in the old town and is a famous and widely publicized landmark in Noon, the pearl of the empire. Baker Street has many names. Citizens call it the revolving door of Noon's single class. The building itself is a somewhat narrow and tall townhouse built of dark bricks. In order to keep it warm in winter and cool in summer to the greatest extent, the building has protruding chimneys and balconies in every direction.

Inside the building, the long corridor is full of decorations, which are perfectly coordinated with the exquisite furniture decorated with mink and lace. The top floor is my bedroom, which is luxuriously decorated and has my favorite big bed . Sorry... These have nothing to do with the story I want to tell. I just... I just miss it a little. Maybe when I go to Blackfire Pass, I should go back and have a look? I haven't been back for a long time. "

"Home, what a beautiful word. Home is a person's anchor, home is a person's inner harbor, and it is the source of comfort and tranquility. In addition, I suggest you go to Nuln after returning from Blackfire Pass." Dakwus sighed. He was evoked by William III's words. Home, he has many homes, the previous ones, the current ones, Clarkalond, and the continent of Lustria. The past has become a thing of the past, and he has let it go long ago. Now, he misses the Night Warden's Castle in Clarkalond. Although his room is not big and very simple, and he rarely lives there, he likes it there, so much that he never wants to change it. There, he can take a good bath and sleep well in bed.

"Yes, home. Good idea, after returning." William III agreed, and then he pointed to the axe on the coffee table and continued, "My memory is very good, so good that I can remember where the dents on the axe blade came from, and each dent is a story."

When William III said this, his fingers gently ran over the edge of the axe blade.

Darkus looked at the axe following William III's guidance. He had seen William III carrying an axe before. On that decisive night, William III was carrying that fake product and wearing this axe on his belt.

This axe is not the long-handled battle axe that Enil used to use. The long-handled battle axe needs to be held with both hands, but it cannot be worn around the waist. It is not the exaggerated Xuanhua axe or the Kaishan axe, but an ordinary axe, more like a tool, a tool for chopping wood, and it can also be carried in the arms for self-defense and self-defense?

However, Dacus heard what William III said now and before. This axe seemed to have been fighting with William III since he debuted. In a sense, this axe is as legendary as Walter's hammer. However, it is still a little short of the heat, and has not completed the real transformation. First, there is no record. Who did Walter's hammer hit, and who did this axe chop? Moreover, the material of the axe cannot be upgraded like the hammer.

"This, this one here. This is the first dent on the axe. At that time... a lot of things happened." William III's face changed from emotion and nostalgia to seriousness. He knocked on a dent on the axe and said.

Then William III officially told the story. His full name is William von Ostwald. The von in the middle is enough to explain his identity, and his surname is enough to explain his bloodline. As a nobleman, he was no different from other nobles when he was young. He was not in tune with others and was annoying people. He received aristocratic education just to go to the right place when he grew up, such as a liberal arts college or a military academy, inherit the family business or become an artist, scholar, or a soldier.

The days of being in tune with others continued day by day until one day, William III ushered in the first turning point in his life. He was drunk and came out of the tavern with his equally drunk playmates, and appeared on the streets of Noon late at night. Although he was drunk at the time, he still remembers everything that happened that night. In a drunken state, he talked with his friends about what he was going to do in the future. They talked about various professions. His friend even said that he would be elected as an emperor and become the emperor of the empire. When he became the emperor, the first thing he would do was to make him the chief minister.

William III said that he would not become the chief minister of his friend. If his friend really became the emperor, he would become the great priest of Sigmar and become the two pillars of the empire with his friend to end the chaotic era of the empire together. Unexpectedly, his words came true, and he eventually became the high priest of the Sigmar sect, while his friend was forever frozen in time on that night...

While walking on the street, William III and his friend heard screams in the alley. At first they didn't pay attention until the sound became clearer. The two of them stood on the street looking at each other. They knew that there seemed to be danger hidden in the dark alley, but after hesitating for a moment, they still chose to rush into the darkness. Although they are usually carefree and behave very dandyly, they have never participated in bullying or illegal activities. They have a sense of justice in their hearts that is unique to most teenagers.

"I'm sure! I remember it very clearly! I was very conscious at the time! Rats as tall as me! Evil things!

As far as I know, even the largest mice are so small that I can kick them away. At that moment, my cognition was broken, and the horror stories of dark fairy tales truly appeared in front of my eyes. They stood on two legs, like big rats that walked like humans, and made unpleasant friction sounds between their teeth. Four pairs of mice with glowing green eyes pounced on us after spotting us.

This is not a fair fight! Those twisted monsters are not stupid, but a group of cunning little beasts. Although my consciousness is very clear, you also know that when I am drunk, my limbs are not under my control, and I am barely avoiding it. One blow later, the ax smashed into a rat's face. I could feel the emotions that humans would have on that rat's face, shock, fear, pain, etc.

Then...I don't remember anything after that. I didn't dodge the second attack. I was hit and the ax flew out of my hand. From that night on, everything changed. William III said at the end, rubbing his face with both hands, he leaned on the sofa, looked at the ceiling and sighed.

After hearing this, Darkus shook his head and didn't respond. He felt...he couldn't feel anything. It was like acting bravely. Most of the time, it was impulsive, relying on the passion in his head or the blood on his body. Some kind of responsibility rushed forward. Afterwards, there may be a price that the brave person cannot bear, but if the brave person is given another choice, the brave person will still choose to rush forward.

What William III experienced was even more noisy. Needless to say, Dacus could figure out what would happen next. There was no doubt that he was sitting in front of Dacus, which meant that he had He survived one night, but his friend was probably in danger. After that, he was sure that the mute was eating Coptis chinensis and could not tell the story of his suffering. After all, the Skaven did not exist in the empire, so the problem came...

"It would be better if I drank less that night. Maybe I would wake up faster, but not so much. If... When I woke up, it was already the next morning. Except for this axe, everything else was gone. It disappeared, as if it were a strange dream." William III lowered his head and said in a regretful tone.

"The ratman you killed has disappeared, your friends have disappeared, and even the traces of the fight and the blood on the ground have disappeared. The only thing that can prove what happened that night is your drunken and unreal memory and the axe." The dent on the blade?" Before William III could continue, Darkus took over and continued through what he knew and what William III told him.

"Yes, my friend."

"Sigma's hammer." Darkus sighed. He could even imagine what would happen to William III in the future. The incomprehension of his family, the pain of lost friends, and the cynicism around him came to William III like a tide.

"Everything changed after that night. My parents didn't approve of my words. The investigating officer didn't find a shred of strong evidence. My memory and ax couldn't be used as evidence. My so-called friends stayed away from me. They seemed to Worried about repeating the fate of my friends? I'm hungover all day, no one understands me, no one supports me. Occasionally, some curious people show up, but they are more for fun, the way they look at me. It's like watching a madman!

At that time, the streets of Nunn were talking about me, saying that I killed my friend, that I killed my friend while drunk, that he and I were over a certain girl, that I killed my friend for fame, and made up stories. An exaggerated story but it is impossible!

My friend and I have had family friendships for generations, we were good friends, our parents were good friends with each other, and I had no reason to kill him. Fortunately, my friend's parents understood me. Although they were very anxious about his disappearance, they did not blame me. Instead, they comforted me and said that it had nothing to do with me. "

"Wait! They said...this matter has nothing to do with you?" Darkus seemed to have captured some information.

"Yes, I can still clearly remember that's what they said."

"What do they do?"

"They are professors at Nunn University."

"No wonder..." Darkus shook his head and sighed.

"That's wrong!" William III began to think along the words of Darkus, and then said suddenly, he suddenly realized something, but he couldn't catch it.

"That's not right, I suspect..." Darkus stopped talking at the end, and then continued, "What happened to you and your friend that night was not accidental, but inevitable! He came here for your friend, or To put it more bluntly, maybe it’s for your friend’s parents.”

"Professor and scholar of Nunn University, it seems that the relationship between your parents and your friend's parents is not as good as you think. In my understanding and cognition, your friend's parents should have touched something that should not be touched, such as books that record some erratic things? Or... they have conducted research on some things, of course, there is the last possibility." Facing William III's puzzled look, Dacus continued.

As Dacus spoke, he suddenly thought of something. Although the Empire said that Skaven ratmen absolutely did not exist, there were still some clues among the people. If you want to find it, you can find some messy things with good luck.

For example, a book called "The Rat King's Conspiracy" bound by fur, with erratic handwriting and occasionally difficult to recognize. The author of this book claims to be from a Skaven-friendly human sect called the Yellow Fang Cult, and records a series of conversations between the author himself and a Skaven ratman named Snapping Tongue.

The Snapping Tongue claims to oppose the Thirteen Councils and condemns their absolute leadership in Skaven society. This book describes many specific details of Skaven life in detail, and this information comes from the mouth of a Skaven. In addition, the book also records how the Skaven society was unified after several generations of civil war. In a sense, this book is a priceless treasure, and there are many similar books like this.

Dacus believes that the parents of William III's friend, as professors, may have accidentally come into contact with such books, and then conducted research on the Skaven, which attracted the attention of the Skaven. The disappearance of William III's friend is a warning to conduct research. Or is it his last guess that the professors are members of the Yellow Fang Cult? There is some dispute within the sect, and William III's friend has become a weak point?

"The end of the world is coming!"

This sentence often appears in every corner of the empire and is a complaint that can be heard frequently. The forces of destruction are rising, and the greenskin tribes are plundering the land. Many people are pessimistic about the future. They believe that the empire is degenerating and declining, and the era of mankind is about to end. Whatever humans build or create, it will eventually turn into ruins and scorched earth. The rulers are indifferent to the common people, and the middle and lower classes can hardly afford the heavy taxes. No one believes in the prayers of the priests anymore, and religion has become a tool for the upper class to make money. Family members quarrel with each other for a few coins or a can of cheap beer. All the old social order is collapsing in front of the rising middle class, the short-sighted nobles and the unstable cultists.

Most people choose to comfort themselves after complaining, not immersing themselves in mental internal consumption, hoping that their views are wrong or praying that the end will come later, and then try their best to spend every day.

However, some people are different. For various reasons, they hate the existing order and the environment they are in. They believe that the new order will replace the old order, and they decide to devote themselves to this great cause. Because only in this way, when the new order comes, they will be part of the new order.

The Yellow Fang Cult provides these people with means and places. Those cult members often do not realize that they are being manipulated by dark forces, but the cult itself knows and is even trying to speed up the arrival of the end. The Yellow Fang is the most secretive and despicable of these cults, continuing to carry out the tasks assigned by the Skaven through hateful and cruel methods driven by intimidation and domination.

The members of the Yellow Fang actively help the Skaven to realize their plans in a similar cunning and secretive way. They regard the Skaven's eventual dominance and establishment of a new order as inevitable. They only hope that after the Skaven finally overthrow the Empire, they will be allowed to rule the ruins of the Empire and enjoy the fate promised by the Skaven, living better than everyone else.

"Do you occasionally visit your friend's house?" Dakwus asked, thinking of something.

"Of course, my home is at 112 Baker Street, and my friend's home is at 13 Baker Street."

"Is number 13 okay?" Dacus shook his head and muttered, then asked, "Did they live there from the beginning, or did they move there later?"

"A long time ago, since my friend's grandfather, they lived at 13 Baker Street."

"Have you seen any special symbols in your friend's house? For example... an inverted triangle? The lower end of the middle one is painted dirty yellow, longer than the other two next to it, and there is also a curved dagger logo."

"Shouldn't be? Is there any problem? This should be some kind of symbol?"

"No problem, Noon is in the south of the empire, the weather is a little warmer, do they wear clothes that expose their upper arms in midsummer?"

"Yes! I remember my friend's mother once took a nap... you know, I was a young man at that time, I... looked at it a few more times." William III said frankly, as if he didn't do it, but as a bystander. He quickly realized what was happening, and asked tentatively, "Upper arm? Tattoo or some kind of mark? No! At least not when I saw it."

"Are the front teeth still there?" Dacus asked again.

"Of course! They are nobles." Although William III knew that Dacus was looking for clues, this sentence still made him look at Dacus strangely. The people of the empire generally do not take good care of their teeth. It is normal for their front teeth to be missing, but that is the people. The nobles are not in this category. A noble without front teeth will become the topic of conversation for other nobles at afternoon tea, or even a laughing stock.

Dacus nodded. The questions he asked were all symbols of the Yellow Fang Cult. This symbol and symbol is favored by the Yellow Fang Cult's religious ritual priests and assassination worshipers. Its shape can remind people of fangs. Some devout believers will have a small yellow tooth tattooed on their upper arms, and others will choose to knock out their front teeth, dye them yellow, and string them together with a rope and wear them around their necks.

Although in the eyes of the outside world, human believers who believe in the Great Horned Rat are stupid. But Dacus can understand, he can understand too well. In his opinion, although it is strange for humans to believe in the Great Horned Rat, they are essentially seeking a new order and becoming a member of the new order. Just like those contestants who are essentially dissatisfied with the current environment, and then put their hopes into unrealistic fantasies or devote themselves to a certain religion.

And this is different from believing in the Five Great Immortals...?

Unlike how many emperors there are in the empire, what are their names, and what deeds they have done, Dacus has a deep understanding of the Yellow Fang Church, but he feels that the parents of William III's friends seem to have nothing to do with the Yellow Fang Church? He tried to ask another question.

"Have you heard, or your parents told you, that your friend's parents occasionally say some negative remarks? For example... ah, the end of the world is coming, and the world will be destroyed?"

"No!"

In response to William III's response, Dacus shrugged, and it seems that it doesn't seem like it? At least in William III's cognition, there was no problem with the parents, or there was no sign of exposure. It might be because they were engaged in some kind of research, which involved William III's friends, or they were so hidden that the young William III could not see any clues.

"What happened next? You came to Altdorf?" At this moment, Dacus actually had a very strange feeling. He did not dwell too much on the issue of the Yellow Fang Church. He chose to change the subject. He could probably guess that William III should have left Noon not long after that incident. This was a normal operation.

"My friend, I know you are changing the subject. Can you tell me why?"

"My friend, I'm sorry... I can't!" Dacus responded decisively. (End of this chapter)