Chapter 539 Ch538 The Wise Man Mason Lyle (Part 9)

Chapter 539 Ch.538 Smart Man Mason Lyle (9)

In the next few days, Halida did not see her brother again.

A priest in white robes comes to the circus as a guest.

Only Halida and Mason Lyle knew what he was doing.

The man asked Halida to call him Father - anyone who often comes into contact with the Holy Cross would know that this is not the right name.

But Halida was not among this group of people.

so.

She handed the five-pound coin to Mason Lyall.

She saw the dying old man coughing, and from time to time he took out his wine bottle and took a sip, sucking in the mucus that was either phlegm or snot, and recited 'my trinity master', and listened to him describe the 'evil' he had done - -As a monster and slave with evil eyes, her existence does cast a shadow on her brother's soul.

She cut her finger as instructed and dropped it into the burning flames.

Read the long and short sentences full of uncommon words as he asked, then repent loudly and pray in a low voice.

But at this moment.

The old man suddenly trembled: 'He's still there! The spirit is still there! ’

He raised his arms and shouted, which frightened Halida.

Mason Lyle joined in the shouting: he was not afraid, but he was very dissatisfied.

'You can't summon the souls of the dead in my circus tent! ’

But Halida wanted to hear it.

'Please...' She dared to express her thoughts for the first time, to her father, her master, her owner: 'Please...let me listen...'

Mason Lyle looked at her for a long time.

There is nothing we can do against this paranoid girl.

‘Okay, okay. But...' He wanted to say something, but the old 'pastor' pushed him and pushed him aside.

The smell of burning in the flames was extremely unpleasant.

soon.

Halida heard her 'brother''s voice.

The old man seemed to have become 'different' - he moved his arms and became flexible, as if a young soul had actually entered his body and spoke through his mouth.

He just stared at Halida, who was looking forward to it, with his long and thin old face. In the firelight, his two cloudy eyeballs became brighter and brighter.

‘I hate you! ’

He was like a cock being strangled by the throat, shouting unpleasantly: 'I hate you! ’

He bared his teeth and claws, approaching Halida step by step.

‘What did you feed me! ’

‘What did you eat! ’

He pressed, and the shadows gradually blocked the firelight.

Halida retreated while crying, begging and explaining to her brother: 'I don't know... I'm sorry... I don't know...'

‘Why don’t you feed yourself! ’

said the younger brother.

‘You hurt me! ’

‘Kill me to death! Make my life worse than death, and then die! ’

‘I can’t go to heaven! I will never see my mother again! ’

‘How did you agree? ! ’

Halida almost collapsed.

She knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and covered her face, hoping that the old man, who was bent over by her brother's soul, would pick up the candlestick and give herself a touch with the sharpest end.

Or, pick up a kerosene lamp and smash it on her face, letting the flying fragments pierce into her flesh and blood, letting blood replace regret.

But he didn't.

He just screamed in extreme pain, as if he was about to be roasted by hell fire, and felt that his soul was going to become as soft and sticky as wax.

'You also lost my body...'

‘I will never forgive you! ! Go to hell! You're going to hell with me! ! ’

Hallida suddenly looked up, her smoke-stained face full of astonishment.

She looked at the old man in front of her, and slowly moved her eyes to Mason Lyle beside her.

Mason Lyle with twinkling eyes.

'You know, I can't put a corpse in my tent...' The man flipped up his shiny forehead and laughed twice without embarrassment: 'Ahem, a little accident, Halida. You know I treat you like a child... Of course I love you...'

Halida subconsciously grasped her empty palms——

That's when I discovered it.

Now I have nothing.

Brother, mother, the five pounds Mr. Collins gave her, a coin symbolizing hope.

Each time, she chose the wrong path.

The palms of my hands are empty, with nothing left.

The lingering guilt could no longer be driven out by reason, and took root firmly, beginning to devour her vitality.

She no longer has to be suspicious and fearful of everything.

Because everything is settled now and will never change.

'At least I kept this thing...' Mason Lyle muttered and took out a rusty iron chain from the drawer - it was left by her mother to her and her brother.

Halida has nothing to lose. Can she face the fear that comes from nowhere now?

cannot.

She screamed, knocked away the old man who was still bent over, and fled into the woods barking.

She left her front foot and her 'leaning over' ended instantly.

"Three shillings, we agreed."

The old man rubbed his belly, somewhat unhappy: "You didn't say he was a lunatic."

"I didn't say three shillings either." Mason Lyle stepped forward and, relying on his youth, forcefully grabbed the five-pound gold coin and rubbed it repeatedly in his hand - as if this thing was alive and its denomination would be like The lance swelled with his ravages.

But no.

Otherwise every penny in London would smell of trembling.

"Cunning old thing!" Mason Lyle narrowed his eyes: "I said two pennies!"

He kept rubbing the coin as he spoke, rubbing it to warm it, rubbing it to warm the desire in his heart.

This is considered a ‘crazy soul’, isn’t it?

…………

……

An ordinary night.

As usual, Mason Lyle had to solve the next person’s small problem, and then ordered Anto to clean it up - but later he found out, why was there such an extra procedure?

He could just shit in Anto’s tent and let him deal with it.

His own tent must always smell good.

He held up his pants, put on a thick cloak, and fought against the last cold wind of the late winter, chanting ‘Halida, Halida’ in his mouth, thinking of Halida, Halida in his heart - after he finished shitting, he asked Anto to wait at the door, waiting for Halida to come back and notify him immediately.

He was going to become a wizard!

Learn the spell to cast a curse on people at will!

Even if he killed someone, so what?

Anto waited for Halida two hours later and reported it to Mason Lyle.

This poor girl, who didn't even have a pair of socks, had nowhere to go. She was freezing to death and seemed to have lost her mind, wandering around the tents and the surrounding bushes like a zombie.

Anto had to work hard to pull her back.

However.

The little servant also had some ideas of his own.

Mason Lyle saw through it.

"If you want her, I'll give it to you when I'm done." He said to Anto, "You've done a lot of things for me. I'm a reasonable person, Anto, you know, right?"

Anto nodded hurriedly, staring greedily at the dark-skinned girl who was in a trance.

He had wanted it for a long time.

Isn't it better to be stupid?

"Come on, Halida." Lyle embraced the cold girl and led her into the tent. She kept repeating "brother" and "sir", saying "mother", apologizing, turning over and over, upside down.

The more this happened, the happier Mason Lyle was.

Because it meant that he was on the right path-the materials for the ritual that the goblin said were ready.

All that's missing is Halida.

All that's missing is you, my child.

All the candles in the tent were lit.

In the center of the intricately patterned triangle was a blanket, a crystal bottle, Mason Lyle, and Halida, who was squatting on the ground and muttering something.

"I can't wait."

Mason Lyle said.

"Me too."

The goblin grinned.

"Is this considered a 'crazy soul'?" Mason Lyle gasped, but couldn't cover up his throbbing heartbeat.

The goblin rolled his eyes and looked at Mason Lyle meaningfully:

"Of course it is."

It grinned sinisterly.

"Unprecedented killing talent..."

Mason Lyle didn't understand the goblin's strange words, and raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that after tonight, the people in this tent will be extraordinary."

The goblin was very surprised: "Of course! Mason Lyle! You are really a smart man!"