Chapter 304: Glendower's Temptation

Red Briar House.

Glendower's private alchemy workshop.

"What a tough guy, but I don't need you anymore. The other gentleman has already said it."

Kurid heard vague sounds coming from the front, and the crisp sound of metal friction echoed nearby. He heard sharp knives scraping against his exposed arm bones, and the snap of a scalpel cutting off joint ligaments.

Did Jack confess?

Maybe, that guy is just a perverted death row prisoner after all, and he can't stand such torture.

No wonder he couldn't stand this method of physically reading memories.

While thinking, Kurid felt a rubbing sensation on his scalp, and something was pulled out of his head.

The brain has no sensory organs, so he was not sure whether the thing was inserted into his head, but since he had so many hallucinations just now, it was probably unmistakable. The other party was exerting an influence on his brain.

"It doesn't matter to me if you want to release the old man who cut the ribs. I have experienced this kind of thing many times. I can handle it. If you cooperate, I can help you deal with the aftermath.

As long as you are willing to help me bring that Xia Shou over, I can complete all the tasks for you in this operation. Glendower said lightly.

Kurid's face was like a cement sculpture, his expression unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil.

It seems that Jack really said it, and said it very thoroughly. The other party has even realized that this time and space is past history.

But what did he mean by helping them complete their mission? After realizing that they have become history, wouldn't ordinary residents of history find ways to invade the real world?

"As long as you can bring Xia Shou to me, then I will release Old Man Rib Shear, let you complete your mission, and then send you back to the future. Then prisoners like you will be eligible for pardon. With the permission of the regulations, Isn’t it good to do what you like?”

Glendower dismembered Kurid's arm and preserved it in a green transparent solution.

Kurid felt great fear towards the calm-mannered man in front of him.

This man knows everything, he knows everything!

Did Jack tell him about the things about the Control Bureau and the prisoner system?

"Mr. Currid, don't you want to see your comrade again, your wife?" Glendower asked.

Kurid's pupils dilated, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. He looked at Glendower in shock and said hoarsely: "What did you say?"

"I did a little research and found out that it's especially easy to find out the gossip of a person like you who is considered a person but not a big shot."

Glendower smiled and continued:

"You and your wife are comrades-in-arms. We both belong to the Lion Army. We were divided into two different units. We participated in that battle in 2001. Your wife was captured by the enemy and transformed into-"

"Shut up! Shut up!!"

The old man roared furiously, and blood overflowed from the small hole on the top of his skull that was pierced by a silver needle, flowing down along the ravines and wrinkles on his face.

His emotions were unprecedentedly agitated. In the past few hours of torture, he had been as silent as a rock, and at this moment he truly lost control of his emotions.

"Weak... what are you compared to me? If you are also considered a loser, then I will be the loser among losers. Are you really willing to forget the past and live your life in confusion? ?”

"What do you know! You know nothing!"

"Have you never thought about letting that period of time circulate? Just like the current Blood Dynasty."

Kurid stared at each other in confusion. He felt that his mind was in a mess and he could hardly think normally.

He didn't know whether this feeling was caused by the needle inserted in his brain, or whether his strong will was shaken.

"You are a soldier! We are all soldiers! Don't forget the oath to join the Lions!" - The words of his wife Lisa and the strong and powerful smile rang in Kurid's ears.

Glendower came to Curid without saying a word, and used four hands to pull out the needles inserted in the opponent's brain one by one.

Every time you pull one out, drop a drop of blood on the wound. The vampire's blood will help heal the other party's internal injuries.

"Like me, you can always keep the memory of the past history and never forget any cycle."

Hearing these words, Kurid looked at the other person with trembling eyes. He rarely felt fear in his life.

He never feared death, never feared punishment.

But during the period when Lisa's army retreated, he became afraid.

And now, he felt that familiar, disgusting emotion.

What he fears is not the other party's power or his own fate, but the temptation in the other party's mouth.

Who wouldn’t want to do it all over again?

Everyone has had the idea of ​​starting their life over again, let alone someone like him.

In his dreams, he kept experiencing the same war on that battlefield. He dreamed that he crossed several war zones and violated military orders to save his beloved wife from a tragedy that was already doomed.

"The past is in the past." Kurid looked down at the ground and repeated like an emotionless machine.

“Ants have a narrow understanding of space, and mortals have a narrow understanding of time.

Since the indigenous people in the cyclic history can take your place, part of the truth has been revealed.

If the era you live in has become a cyclical history, and your wife takes the place of a living person and travels from the cyclical past to the modern era with a normal timeline, do you still feel that everything has passed?

Time... is just a cage that imprisons people like you and the cognition of people like you. "

Currid remained silent, as if he had not heard Glendower's words.

Glendower didn't take it seriously. He just said it casually and didn't expect this ordinary man to be of any help.

He alone was enough to deal with that young man.

Normally, he would never interfere with these time-travelers.

Even if the other party's behavior would lead to the early end of the Blood Dynasty, he would not interfere.

Because this history that is constantly being affected has essentially nothing to do with him, a person who has lost his name.

Although he lives in the past, what concerns him is the present world.

In essence, he is a prisoner locked up in the past, preventing those who time-travel from interfering with history, just like improving the prison environment. This behavior will only distract his energy and affect his escape progress.

Other than that, there's no long-term help.

But this time it was different. He had to kill that person and get back the power attached to the other person.

Moreover, the last time his naming ceremony was not only disrupted by the other party, but the other party also refused to help him end the promotion ceremony, causing him to have to bear the anger from the agent, which made him lose face in the eyes of many disciples.

In order for those tool men to obediently carry out the great mission of ascension for him, this mouse must be disposed of as a show of strength and punishment.