Chapter 314 Round Table Meeting

Emma looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a dark suit sitting at the head of a round table that could accommodate thirteen people.

He was wearing a black round-brimmed woolen hat with a wide round brim that slightly covered his forehead. Four servants with deformed flowers growing on their heads were standing silently behind him.

But his face looked quite young, and there was a kind of clear stupidity in his eyes, so that the smile of pretending to be confident seemed a little funny, as if a child put on his parents' clothes and thought he had grown up.

"You said you are John's son... John is only in his twenties, how could he have a son as old as you?!"

Emma said suspiciously and sarcastically: "Could it be that John was able to get the neighbor's big sister pregnant when he was ten years old?"

And the little brat who called himself John's son just turned his head and looked at Emma, ​​his light brown eyes seemed to tremble slightly.

Emma seemed to have some kind of hallucination in a trance - she seemed to see the man's eyes suddenly bulge out, as if two fist-sized multi-faceted obsidian stones were embedded in the eye sockets, and a very familiar and frightening cold light from the deep black gemstones disappeared in an instant.

She couldn't help trembling all over, and the bone spurs deep in her skull began to buzz. This purely physical vibration was mixed with indescribable weird roars. This mottled and mixed noise was like twisted iron nails dancing and shaking wildly in the brain, and the great pain that was difficult to describe in words reverberated in the skull.

Emma's face turned pale as snow in an instant, and the crazy cold sweat wet her clothes. She covered her head in pain but couldn't even scream.

The young Watson just maintained a faint smile and gently reminded: "Miss Emma, ​​please be careful with your words. Although my father's body has been imprisoned in the mental hospital under the Anti-Suppression Bureau, his spirit is always with us."

"My father himself is also watching this meeting all the time."

Sebastian slowly took off his woolen hat, revealing his short light brown hair that was obviously of a different bloodline from John's. However, what really caught people's attention was the boy's broad forehead!

On the broad, even and protruding forehead that was evaluated by the ancient Eastern magicians as a full forehead, there was an abnormally large round flesh pupil, like a deformed and twisted tumor as big as a fist!

Dark and twisted blood vessels were clearly visible between the tumor and the boy's forehead, but for some reason it gave people the impression that it had been struck by lightning, and there were traces of burns on the blood vessels flowing with madness and disorder.

At this moment, the deformed and huge round pupils on the boy's forehead were staring at Emma who was talking nonsense. The darkness in the pupils was deeper than the darkest night, and the indifference in the eyes was colder than the ice in the polar regions.

Emma shuddered suddenly, and the pain in her head seemed to sense her inner fear and stopped contentedly.

She was still frightened and there was still fear in her eyes, but she still lowered her head reluctantly to avoid the terrible gaze.

But she murmured in her heart: "What do you say that the spirit is with us... I didn't expect John to like these weird things."

As soon as she said this, Emma regretted it a little... But fortunately, the bone spurs in her brain seemed unable to sense her dissatisfaction in her heart and did not start the violent vibration again.

Nello witnessed the dispute between Emma and the commander's son, but he did not speak in favor of either side. He just listened and ate silently until Emma closed her foul mouth due to fear and pain at that moment. He slowly put down the silver fork in his hand, but did not put down the knife in his hand.

He turned the blade towards his belly, cut open his belly without hesitation, and took out the blood-stained box hidden in the empty space of the body cavity. The ebony box faintly felt like a heartbeat, and a strange sweet and fragrant bloody smell was steaming.

"Commander Watson, this is the memory you entrusted to me. I have never dared to forget your instructions and trust, and have been hiding and protecting it... Now it's time to return it to you."

Sebastian smiled and took the ebony box, which was still boiling with blood. The deformed round pupils on his forehead finally shifted their target and looked at Nello, who was sitting upright. The coldness and indifference in the depths of his pupils seemed to fade a little, and trembled slightly as if expressing approval.

The young man felt the buzzing in his head and nodded slightly in understanding. His father's bird body, which had been abandoned, had been destroyed in the thunder of Winfreys's rage. Fortunately, his father had thrown away the redundant and useless flesh and blood in time, retaining the most important eyeballs. He even fell into the weeds by the river under the cover of night and hid there. Only then could he pick up his father's incarnation when all the people from the Anti-Suppression Bureau rushed into the Crossroads Hospital.

And without the body that had not completely abandoned its flesh and blood, his father's left eye had to parasitize in his body and absorb his flesh and blood to supply vitality. This was not an obligation that everyone could enjoy. The mortal blood and the flesh and blood of those inferior mothmen could not provide enough nutrients at all, just like a desert wasteland with no grass growing.

Only I, who have the same blood as my father, can provide my own flesh and blood for my father's pupils! This is my honor and my mission!

Because of his parasitic relationship with his father's eyes, he now has a spiritual connection with his father, and his father's words echo in his mind, allowing him to listen to his teachings at all times.

Sebastian took the ebony box soaked in sweet fragrance and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Nello! Thank you for your sworn support! Father will never let you down for your loyalty and trust."

"By the way, are you satisfied with the meat tonight? These are all carefully selected ingredients by father, and I cook them myself. I hope they are to your taste."

Nello looked at the dazzling array of sumptuous dishes on the table again after hearing this. He was also a secret disciple of the blade phase, and his facial features were as sharp as a sharp blade. Naturally, he had already glimpsed the pieces of meat that had not been cut into pieces enough inside the swollen and full meat-stuffed lamb tripe - this dish should be to empty the sheep's stomach first, then fill it with chopped sheep entrails and seasonings, and then boil it in water until the stomach is swollen.

This meat-stuffed lamb tripe made by Chief Watson's son obviously uses another kind of unique and delicious ingredient.

Moreover, the selection of the parts of the ingredients was also extremely careful, even the incompletely shredded meat that seemed to be a cooking error actually contained some kind of careful little design.

That was a little thought that only Nello Bacchus could understand - a long piece of meat hidden in a sauce-colored stomach, with a tattoo that could not be covered even by the pickled sauce.

It was a series of slightly faded lavender letters - Bacchus.

It might mean the quarantine battle of a slaughterhouse, or a special mark of a customer's advance reservation, or the surname of the food seller.

Nello Bacchus's face was filled with a happy and vengeful smile. He first took the needle and thread handed over by the servant with flowers on his face, and sewed his wounds with one hand according to the teachings of his superior on the battlefield.

At the same time, he held the silver fork in the other hand, stabbed the offal and bloody meat in the stuffed sheep's stomach, put it into his mouth, and chewed it voraciously.

The spicy and sweet taste danced between the lips and teeth, and the regrets and hatred of childhood seemed to disappear with the ultimate taste buds.

This may be the charm of food. The delicious taste can even heal the pain that has been entrenched in people's hearts for a long time, and even persuade people to let go of their hatred and resentment... Mother, you can rest in peace, Chief Watson has solved all the unspeakable things for you!

He praised from the bottom of his heart: "Well, it tastes very good! The spiciness is mixed with a hint of sweetness, which not only neutralizes the fishy smell of the internal organs, but also retains the original flavor of the ingredients... It is really delicious!!!"

Nello frantically inserted the thick meat filling and stuffed it all into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, but he could still speak clearly: "Please express my sincere gratitude to Chief Watson for me, and thank you... Master Sebastian, your cooking skills are really excellent!"

The boy's face bloomed with a bright and ferocious smile, his jagged fangs pierced out of joy, and the tip of his tongue split and split because of joy.

"You are too flattering, I still have to work hard. I am planning to develop in the direction of a cup chef. I hope that one day I can find the most rare and delicious ingredients in the world and hold a real meat thank you banquet for you."

Emma looked at the other two who were obviously hiding something from her, and she wanted to say something but stopped herself in the end.

The sleeping Crovitte also woke up at this time. She could vaguely sense the outside world through her sister. She immediately saw the big table of sumptuous dishes in front of her and shouted happily, "Sister, sister, why did you eat delicious food secretly without waking me up?! Let me try the tartare steak in front of me! It looks like the signature dish of the Rules restaurant that John took me to before!!!"

Emma was about to reply to her greedy sister in her heart, but she didn't expect that the boy who had revealed his hideous and terrifying face suddenly turned his head to look at her and said with a smile: "I guess this is Miss Crovitte. My father often mentioned you to me before. He often praised your sweet smile for its power to make people laugh. Every time he saw your smile, my father seemed to be infected. I feel much more relaxed and happy. "

"Hey! Sister, who is this scary-looking man? How did he know that I was hiding in your body? And he also said that his father had seen me, who is his father?"

Emma replied in her heart unhappily: "John Watson, his father is John Watson."

Clovette exclaimed: "Scared? ! Mr. John actually has such a big son? Mr. John looks so young, you can't tell at all!"

"Wait a minute, why did Mr. John's son invite us to dinner, and why is Mr. Nelo also... Is this a banquet between good friends? But why is Mr. John not there? ! "

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, let's get straight to the point!" Emma interrupted the chattering in her mind and interrupted Watson's son's praise for Crovitte.

She asked directly: "Didn't you say you wanted us to discuss the creation of a cult?"

"Then what principles do we, no, John, want to create and which master of the hour should be worshipped in the cult?"

"No, no, no, Ms. Emma, ​​you misunderstood." Sebastian shook his head slowly, "Father does not intend to worship any master of the hour, nor will he restrict worship to fixed principles."

"People should be born free, even if our actions must be bound by the laws and rules set by the superiors due to differences in birth environments."

"But at least our thoughts should be free and unfettered. We should put aside the burdens that hinder our thinking and focus on pursuing the truth of the world!"

"Therefore, my father does not intend to establish a religious order. My father is not willing to bind you with false beliefs. My father hopes that we can unite with each other into a loose but united group. The relationship between us is more like collaborators. Not superior or subordinate.”

"My father hopes that we can establish a secret gathering club. We agree to gather at a fixed time every week to discuss recent gains, future prospects, and the fate of London."

"However, my father will not stop you two from establishing their own religious orders. For example, Mr. Nero, you can create the Blade Order that worships Sichen, the hero of struggle and conquest. My father will do his best to support you. Your job will provide you with advanced weapon blueprints and military knowledge to help you form a military team capable of overturning London."

"As for Miss Emma, ​​although you should be the most suitable to continue to reappear the Crossroads Order, my father can also understand the ideals of you and Miss Crovette, and knows that both of you dream of ending this state of symbiosis between two souls. So, then My father is also willing to support you in establishing a religious order that pursues the separation and division of Sichen, and is willing to provide you and Miss Crovitt with any assistance you need. He only needs you to provide certain help to other club members occasionally, such as Ask for the power of the twins, such as providing the fruit of the copper pear... we will help each other."

Emma completely understood the subtext of this, "That is, let the two of us create the cult to attract the firepower of the Anti-Suppression Bureau on the surface, while John hides behind the scenes alone, right?"

"Tch, doesn't he just want to push us onto the table and use him as a target, while he hides behind and enjoys the benefits!"

Sebastian painstakingly explained: "Miss Emma, ​​how can you understand it so well? You have to think on the bright side."

"Our club is a united and friendly group. We help each other and provide everyone with any assistance they need. This is a new form of dynamic esoteric society!"

"Moreover, Miss Emma... do you really think you have the right to reject my father?" Sebastian suddenly had a particularly hypocritical smile on his face, and the deformed round pupils on his forehead also stared at him. Twin girls who are ignorant of the world and think they have true temperament.

Emma suddenly shuddered with fear, but she still said stubbornly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to continue arguing with you, a little brat, about these meaningless contents. Anyway, Nello and I are both thinking now. There is a time bomb left by John, so you two can do whatever you want."

"So, what is the name of our so-called new esoteric society club?"