Chapter 212 Suicide (4000 Plus)

"Woooo..."

Clark was still crying in a low voice: "I...fallen...I fell into the pursuit of delicious food...I became a monster...I turned my back on the path of archaeology...Secret Keeper Sisui, please forgive me crime!"

Aaron fell silent.

Clark Das is the most cautious Beyonder he has ever seen.

The other party not only knows a lot of mystical knowledge, but is also good at using the rules, cleverly avoiding some costs, and gaining mysterious power.

But even such an Extraordinary person is still degenerate because he doesn't check for a while...

Such a fall is a fall from the heart, not polluted by external forces.

Therefore, even a "spirit of vain" cannot save him.

Because, this is Clark's own choice!

Although the 'historical retrospective' ritual of the ''secret' road seems to be quite comprehensive, strange and terrifying, and being able to master powerful extraordinary abilities at a low level, there is not much cost... but in fact, those costs are just hidden. It's just getting up, every use of the extraordinary ability obtained is a test of willpower. ’

A realization came to Aaron's heart.

'And backtracking the same element's power many times, and imitating too high-level power at a low level, will multiply the risk! Clark was so ripped off! ’

'The question here is probably not even clear about the school behind him? Or... is it Clark's mentor who hasn't had time to teach? ’

Aaron sighed and heard Clark's voice: "What are you going to do with me? Kill me, a man-eating monster?"

He looked at Clark and saw that he was half-ghoul, the nails on one hand were elongated, and the edges were dark and sharp.

Aaron closed his eyes, and the scenes after he came to Green Forest appeared in front of him.

"When I first came to this city, you helped me a lot, and we were friends... and I'm not a good person. If you kill my friend, I will choose to kill you. But now..."

He thought about it and said, "Do you know the 'deportation order'?"

"The ancient lord's punishment for the prisoners in the territory, expelling them from the territory, and forbidding them to come back... Do you want to... expel me? Let me leave the city?" Clark replied in a low voice.

"Yes, leave the green forest range, I don't want to see you again! Otherwise... I will kill you myself next time!"

Aaron swore as usual.

"thanks……"

Clark's figure curled up and turned into the appearance of a wise old man before.

He took off his mask, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can I ask you two things?"

"Say!"

Aaron didn't let his guard down, but he didn't care too much.

This Clark can easily deal with even the previous self, let alone the present after promotion.

"This is the credential of our school, I can no longer teach Bruce Field, I would like to ask you to escort him to Pulmouth, to Green George, 7 Mercury Street, to find a man named 'Cornelly Ears' Sir, he will take Bruce to my school... By the way, the school I belong to is called - 'The Eye of Gummon'!"

Clark tore off a silver necklace from his neck and handed it to Aaron.

Through the dim light, Aaron could see the main body of the pendant, which was a silver mysterious vertical eye pattern.

"I will, I promise."

He nodded, a sudden sadness in his heart.

The next moment, he saw Clark take out a silver metal vial from his arms, open it, and pour all the liquid inside into his mouth.

Clark quickly became weak and fell to the ground, twisting his body in pain.

Dark blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and said tragically: "Since...the first time I hunted...after...I have prepared this bottle...the potion that is said to be capable of poisoning ghouls in ancient books...cough...see Come on, it's very effective..."

Aaron didn't come to the rescue. He could see that Clark seemed to be dying because of his mental breakdown.

This is also not affected by external influence, but the other party's own choice!

"Second...Second thing...in my study...there is a manuscript about the latest archaeological find of Earl Greenwood...help me publish it!"

Clark begged for authenticity.

"It will be published."

Aaron nodded, took off his hat, and watched Clark die a little in agony.

Clark turned over, looked up at the snowflakes and ice ridges on the roofs on both sides, and said with satisfaction: "October is the season of my lord... and the following November and December...they...they are each represented by death. Controlled by the two Sisui of sexuality... It's December, it's really a season for death..."

"The existence that controls November...is the real 'death', 'underworld'..."

"Being able to die in the snow and ice in December... It is the 'Ice God' and the 'Ice Melting One' who will embrace me..."

Aaron suddenly raised his head and found that in the sky, large flakes of snow began to fall again at some unknown time.

They soon covered the pool of blood, covered the corpse, leaving only a layer of whiteness.

"The 'Ice Melting One'... In addition to the 'Yao', does he also have some authority over the 'Nether'?"

Aaron, who heard a familiar name, looked a little dazed.

But for some reason, it felt very reasonable.

The 'Ice Melting One' was transformed by most of the corpses of [Scarlet Creator], which itself represents 'death'!

From this, it is conceivable to grasp some of the elements of 'underworld'.

"Beginning with ice, ending with ice..."

Aaron murmured, leaning over Clark and picking up a monocle that looked like an ice crystal.

Immediately, he lifted the opponent's body with one hand and jumped into the sewer next to him.

The heavy snow continued to fall, covering up all traces of evil in the world...

...

The next day, early in the morning.

"Teacher, teacher!"

Bruce walked into Clark's house excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.

Although he has not participated in the last expedition to the ruins, he feels that his extraordinary ability has made great progress.

Perhaps, it will not be long before you can be promoted from an 'archaeological apprentice' to a 'folklore scholar'.

Well, Bruce has also made great progress after returning from the lotus-eater village inspection and opened the first quality.

And 'Folklore Scholar' is purely the way of 'secret', the name of the second essence!

He rushed through the door excitedly, but heard the maid crying: "Mr. Field... Sir, he suffered a heart attack last night and passed away... Mr. Aaron has his will and is preparing to take care of his funeral... …”

"what?"

Bruce's expression was sluggish, and he almost held onto the table next to him, so as not to faint: "How could this be? How could this be? How could the teacher be sick and die? He...he..."

Bruce rushed into the bedroom and saw Clark Das lying on the bed as if he was still sleeping.

Tears welled up in his eyes...