Chapter 233 Destruction

This is a room that looks like a natural cave. The space is spacious. There is a marble round table and several gray wooden chairs in the center.

The eight corners of the room are not sharp, but slightly rounded.

The walls and ceiling are a special milky white, but it is not a paint applied later, but a natural stone color.

On the wall are some collections unique to the secret world - simple and sharp swords, strange bone products, nets woven with pale hair, and some suspicious leather products; but the power contained in them is very weak, just like their dead owners.

Sebastian scratched the milky white wall with the sharp claws of his five fingers, and found that the whole room seemed to tremble slightly in the harsh scratching sound.

The scratched wall flows out a slightly clear milky white juice, which smells as fresh and sweet as coconut milk...Pah, pah, pah, but the taste is salty, bitter and astringent, like desalinated sea water.

Sebastian quickly spat out the milky white juice in his mouth, but the bitter taste seemed to be still stubbornly unwilling to leave, insisting on staying on his tongue, forcing him to pull out his tongue directly and wipe the bitter white mark on his tongue with his sleeve frantically, until the delicate tongue skin was rubbed with a layer, and the faint sweet blood gushed out, finally washing away the stubborn bitterness.

Unlike the impetuous boy, his mature and steady father has begun to look at this secret library. He first knocked on the milky white wall, as if to confirm its solidity, and then picked up the abandoned strange objects and looked at them carefully, as if to confirm how much power was left in them.

The boy ran directly to the marble round table and forcibly pulled open the iron wire wrapped around the most eye-catching gray-white glass box on the table.

There was a row of books placed in the box, all of which were strangely wrapped with tough copper wire, like some kind of confinement and restraint, or like chains of imprisonment.

The copper wire, which looked ordinary, contained a weak sharp power. As soon as the boy's fingers touched the thick bronze, a strange luster immediately flowed through the inside of the copper wire, scratching the boy's fingertips. Blood dripped on the copper wire, and a faint smoke rose immediately.

The copper wire began to tremble violently, like a newborn snake shaking its slender body, uttering a long-suppressed howl of hunger and thirst, and then curled up into an ordinary copper wire ball, shrinking in the corner of the glass box.

"Is it hiding the same power as the blood lock needed to open the portal just now?"

"Fortunately, the power I just absorbed has not been completely digested... If it was a pure-blooded descendant of the Mikalis family who touched it, it would probably not be scratched, right?"

Sebastian put his finger in his mouth and sucked it while mumbling to himself and flipping through the sealed books.

He flipped open a colorful illustrated book, "Hmm... It looks like a Ukiyo-e print from a small island in the Far East, depicting all kinds of evil, charming, and ugly female pillow paintings. What an ugly and disgusting style of painting. Why would the natives of that island like to see such anti-interesting things? It feels not as realistic as the oil painting on the top of the church.

Father, take a look at what the words on it mean? Haven't you been to that ancient Eastern country?"

Watson turned around and glanced at it, and replied: "This album is called "Five Lustful Women", and those colorful colors contain There is a trace of the power of the cup phase, probably because the paint used in the painting is mixed with real cup blood.

Or the painter was participating in the joy of the cup when painting, so he drew these portraits according to the scene at that time, so the painting is also stained with a trace of the power of the cup phase at that time... Useless waste, just a small toy used to add interest to mortals, without any secret knowledge at all. "

"Oh." Sebastian heard his father's answer and immediately lost interest. He threw this precious ukiyo-e that was once popular in the Edo period on the ground and turned to other books.

"An ancient scroll written in Sanskrit... The shaft looks like it was polished from the humerus, the paper is rough and tough, and there are tiny pores if you look closely... It should be the chest skin of a young man... After all, the two dark wrinkles are so abrupt and obvious."

Sebastian came to this conclusion in an instant. He held the scroll high up like a treasure, spread it out to show it to his father and shouted: "Father, take a look at this, is it the secret knowledge of the moth? When I held the scroll, there seemed to be a vague whisper in my head, as if trying to tempt me to peel off my skin. . "

"Well, your judgment is completely correct. This scroll should contain the third-level secret of the moth, which is exactly the knowledge you need now, but-" the father changed the subject, "Compared to the inefficient way of understanding such as reading documents, our blood is engraved with simpler and more effective methods, which is just an unnecessary thing for you."

"And this document is written in ancient Sanskrit, which requires a lot of time and energy to translate... Put it back first, and wait until the Crossroads Sect translates it for us, and then we will take it back. "

"Okay!"

Sebastian readily agreed. The alien hunger induced by the skin and bone scroll was ultimately no match for his father's words. Over the years, his father had already established an indestructible and majestic image in the boy's heart, as if he was a lighthouse standing on the coastline, illuminating the way ahead for him and guiding him in the direction. When necessary, he could even become a giant anchor to stabilize the ship and help him calm his mind.

The boy resolutely put away the skin and bone scroll that contained the secret of his continued promotion and continued to search. He then found several ancient books that clearly recorded secret knowledge. The books written in a trembling and dancing Greek language had a scorching glow hidden in them; the salty smell of the sea leaked out between the thirsty Fuchino words; the ancient books written in Aramaic recorded a sad love story that was unknown to the public.

He put all the books that truly contained secret knowledge back into the glass box and rewound them with copper wire, but took away the other miscellaneous books that recorded the secrets of the secret world and the knowledge of animals and plants.

When Sebastian took out a plant notebook, a yellowed paper that had been there for who knows how long fell from the spine of the book, with a message written in beautiful cursive characters.

[Come find me - J.C]

"J.C..."

The boy frowned slightly, and he seemed to sense an unimaginable terrifying power from the ink. This power was as terrifying as a mountain covered with frost and snow. He just gently touched the words on it with his fingertips, and he felt that his finger bones seemed to be extended into the icy sea water. The faint chill had already wrapped around his fingertips and pierced into the inside of the finger bones, as if to freeze this rude finger into ice.

Sebastian was so scared that he hurriedly threw the paper away and shouted in horror: "Father! Father!!! Come and have a look, there seems to be an extremely terrifying winter phase power left on this note!"

Watson, who was still slowly fiddling with those ancient swords, turned around and slowly walked towards his new son.

Since he entered the secret library of the Mikalis family, he had not actively searched for books, and even seemed to ignore the most obvious glass box. He just checked the tools that were obviously abandoned without any hurry - because he had long known from the memory fragments of old Mikalis that there were many traps secretly set in this library, but these traps would only work on outsiders, and had almost no effect on the descendants of the Mikalis family.

So he let his naughty child search everywhere.

Watson first showed the calm and caring image of a good father, gently holding his son's fingers that were already stained with a thin layer of frost and snow, and secretly spitting out the moth's abandonment magic power from his palm, intending to directly help the other party throw away the unnecessary winter phase magic power attached to the finger bones.

However, his special moth power, which had always been successful and seemed to have a very high priority, seemed to have completely lost its effect in the face of this strange winter cold power. No matter how much he continued to infuse and discard the power, it did not work at all, just like sinking into the sea without a trace.

Even the strange winter power had spread to his palm unconsciously, trying to eat away his flesh and blood and completely freeze his palm skin.

Watson's eyebrows could not help but frown slightly. He had seen the signature of J.C on the paper and knew that this was most likely the mysterious person that Winfreys Morgan asked them to pay special attention to.

He whispered, "Bear with it."

Then he pulled it hard and broke Sebastian's frozen finger directly. The finger that had been soaked in the color of frost broke off easily with a snap. There was still a trace of frost on the broken cross section, so that the blood could not flow out.

Watson also threw away the palm skin that was completely attached to the frost-bitten finger. The skin that peeled off by itself fell to the ground with the broken finger. Before it could bounce back, it was crushed to pieces by a big foot that suddenly fell from the sky. The broken finger was completely shattered into scarlet ice chips.

Sebastian also showed the decisiveness and ruthlessness cultivated by his father's years of teaching. He took down a short-bladed dagger hanging on the wall and put it on the remaining broken finger that did not have a trace of winter cold. He resolutely cut it hard and cut off the remaining half of the broken finger, completely cutting off the continuous corrosion of the winter power.

After the winter power was completely expelled, the frozen and dull nerves finally began to wake up and began to transmit the pain of the break to the brain. This surging and intense pain surged into his heart, causing the young man who had not actually experienced too many battles to sweat on his forehead.

But that young face also squeezed out a pale smile at the same time... This abandonment of pain made his heart ripple with a strange joy, and the unknown buzzing in his mind seemed to be even louder. The chaotic and disordered low mumbling seemed to be telling the unknown secrets in the depths of the universe. It was so mysterious and so beautiful... It attracted young people.

He even began to think about continuing to touch the cold paper and the cold words, letting the bone-chilling cold continue to infect his body, so that he could continue to easily discard those useless limbs... Anyway, my father is still so young and strong, and he will definitely be able to continue to pass on more blood for the Watson family. Moreover, compared to the cowardly me, my father's tough blood is more suitable to stay in this world...

‘Why don’t I just take this opportunity to cut that thing off? ’

‘As long as that thing is gone, I won’t have to worry about being affected by hormones in the future, nor will I have to worry about the cup desire getting out of control and leaving precious Watson family seeds in mortals - what a good plan! ! ! ’

Sebastian’s eyes were flashing with a different kind of desire. His desire to abandon has increased dramatically every day over the past few years, especially tonight when it reached a certain peak... Although he couldn’t tell the reason, he unconsciously had a strong desire for self-destruction in his heart, and couldn’t help wanting to use self-destruction to relieve some kind of heartache... But why am I heartbroken, the action tonight was smooth sailing, and everything was calculated by my father...

‘Forget it, don’t think about these unnecessary problems, just cut it off first! ! ! ’

The young man tightly grasped the dagger with a weak blade-like sharpness in his hand. He knew that this shallow sharpness could not smoothly cut off his flesh and blood. Even if it was really cut off, it would be easy to heal itself - he had to use the strange winter phase to freeze the flesh and blood. Only by freezing it and then cutting it off and throwing it away could he obtain a deeper feedback of the power of the principle! ! !

Thinking so, he immediately wanted to pounce on the paper on the ground.

But in a moment, his father's powerful hand had already strangled his throat heavily.

"Relax, son. Do you remember what I taught you? You must restrain your inferior heterogeneous hunger and turn this desire and hope to a greater ideal... Don't get lost in this superficial temptation. Your cup root has a greater use. You must wait until the right time to throw it away."

"If you can't even suppress such a simple heterogeneous desire, it will be difficult for me, your father, to continue to carry you around... So, for the relationship between us, please try to restrain these inferior hungers, okay?"

The boy's carotid artery was tightly clasped by the powerful fingers, and the flowing blood was blocked in his neck. His face quickly turned red like blood, and his eyes were covered with hideous bloodshot. His throat was squirming and wanted to cough violently, but even this struggling cough was firmly suppressed by the big hand.

"Are you calm now?"

The boy, whose eyes were about to turn white, blinked his eyelids at a long and short frequency, and responded with Y, which means YES-I understand!

"Very good." Watson released his fingers after receiving the boy's affirmative reply, and saw five extremely obvious fingerprints on the fragile neck.

The boy knelt on the ground and gasped, with a trace of turbid saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. The foreign desire that had emerged for no reason just now had disappeared without a trace in the fear of dying... This made him admire his father again. Such a simple, direct and effective way of suppression, I am afraid only my father can think of it... He is worthy of being my father! I must continue to learn from him! ! !

"Okay, seal the glass box again and give it to me. You take the other things and leave first. Follow the plan we agreed on before and hide in the city."

"Ahem - no problem, father!" The boy shook his oxygen-deprived head, feeling the dizziness in his head getting worse. He struggled to get up from the ground and suddenly asked, "Father, according to your plan, how long will it take for the Crossroads Cult to be destroyed?"

Watson slowly retracted the influence of the moth he had released inadvertently, and replied nonchalantly, "Less than three days."