Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 254 Delayed Response
The iron-black casket full of strange patterns rested quietly in the center, as if there were hidden fluctuations clashing silently in the air.
Emlyn White stood in the corner, following the normal ritual process, lighting candles and burning drops of essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.
The dense and fluttering atmosphere swept away, Emlyn recalled the requirements of “artificial sleepwalking”, lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly recited the name of the “Fool”.
”The Fool who does not belong to this age;
”The mysterious master of the gray mist;
”The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune.”
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In the monotonous rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually entered a marvelous state, his body relaxed and introverted, as if in a deep sleep, but his spirituality was lively and light, constantly spreading outward.
At this time, he had the feeling that he was constantly floating upwards.
Inside the ancient palace above the gray mist, Klein sat at the uppermost head of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers as he looked at the curtain of light that swung away in a circle next to him, admiring the praying figure without expression.
Although it was blurry, Klein recognized the other party as the vampire Emlyn White at once.
Very courageous Well, took out the power of action to go and buy a mannequin …… Klein sighed with emotion and did not respond.
He tried to divine the purpose of the Bloods before and could not get a valid revelation, and the only thing he could be sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Society.
This made Klein quite curious, but he wouldn’t risk it by responding to Emlyn White with a high-ranking Blood hiding right next to him.
He didn’t know if the other party could catch the traces and threaten the mysterious space above the gray mist like “Blasphemer” Amon, and he didn’t want to confirm it, after all, the Amon at that time was just a doppelganger, and the current Highblood was probably the main body.
There is no need to take risks on irrelevant matters, even if you want to understand the true purpose of the blood race is still the same …… And it is not like there is no other way …… Klein looked at the “artificial sleepwalking” state of the Emu ” state of Emlyn White, smiled and muttered to himself:
”I can delay the response ah ……”
He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, until Emlyn White left his protection, until the blood tribe gave up on this matter, and then suddenly responded!
However, there was a prerequisite, first confirm the level of risk with divination.
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”The Tail Swallower …… is like that river?” Derek Berg instantly made the connection.
”Demon hunters,” Colin nodded solemnly:
”Yes.
”Which means we may have stepped into a river that we can’t get out of, head or tail.
”Fortunately, this should just be some power left behind by that Angel of Destiny, and k isn’t hiding it here.”
No, not maybe, but sure, and long ago …… Derek responded in his mind.
At this time, Colin took out a small dark red metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
His light blue eyes rapidly faded and tinted silver, and by the end of the day, they even stood upright, reflecting the figure of the young boy, Jack.
Little bits of sparkling silver light sparked within his eyes, sometimes hovering, sometimes colliding, unusually violent.
Clang!
Colin “The Demon Hunter” first thrust the longsword in his hand into the ground, and with his backhand, he pulled out another straight sword, coating it with a golden grease like sunlight.
Noticing this action, the young boy Jack’s expression changed, as if a heavy shadow had fallen over him.
Before he could open his mouth, Colin the Demon Hunter moved, drawing his sword from the ground and leaving a blur in its place.
Gold and silver shone brightly throughout the entire underground hall, with the light in front of the young boy, Jack, being the most intense.
After a mournful scream, the darkness enveloped the altar again.
The little boy Jack stood still, not moving half a step, but the human face between his chest and abdomen was gone, leaving only the hollow where writhing entrails could be seen.
A few meters away from Jack’s side, Colin the Demon Hunter was half crouching on the ground, his swords hanging down.
In front of him, the human face was in pieces, reduced to scattered eyes, nose and mouth.
These organs twitched and popped like electric shocks, then quickly came to a standstill, decaying as quickly as they should have.
In an instant, Derek only felt an invisible, watery wall-like barrier protrude around him and shatter noiselessly.
Almost simultaneously, it was as if he had left the rushing river and returned to the shore.
Looking at the eerie underground hall, at the idol hanging upside down, and at the little boy Jack whose expression was twisted by pain and who passed out at once, Derek’s heart rejoiced and sighed with relief.
He knew that he and the others were finally getting rid of the repetitive life.
Derek knew very well that although the final processing did not seem complicated, without prior knowledge of the problem and without getting hints, it might have to be repeated dozens of times hundreds of times before clues could be discovered and a way found.
The slightest lack of caution or care in this process can kill a person, and Derek has no way of knowing whether the life lost will be repeated, or whether it will still be “resurrected” in the campfire, but will die after getting out of the situation once and for all.
What’s worse, people will always make the same choices over and over again, that is to say, if they can’t find the problem the first time, and don’t have the appropriate memories and experience, they won’t be able to detect the abnormality the hundredth and the thousandth time, and they will be completely lost in the river of circulation, until the normal flow of time in the outside world reaches the end of their lives.
At the thought of such a possibility, Derek was heartily grateful to Mr. Fool for recovering his memories and giving him a hint.
Looking sideways, he saw Joshua and the other members of the exploration team checking out the surrounding area as if the previous six explorations hadn’t existed, with no unusual reactions.
Perhaps back in Silver City, they can only realize that they lost a period of their lives from the wrong date …… Derek thought in silence.
At this time, “Demon Hunter” Colin stood up, walked back to the little boy Jack, took out another metal vial, poured the black viscous liquid inside between the other side of the hollow chest and abdomen.
The liquid quickly congealed into a translucent film that stuck to the wound and stopped the flow of blood.
”Heinem, Joshua, you guys are in charge of bringing him along.” Colin suppressed the throbbing in his heart and commanded in a deep voice.
In his eyes, this was Silver City’s hope of getting rid of the curse and defeating the doomsday prophecy!
Phew …… Derek wanted to covertly thank Mr. “Fool”, but found that there was no corresponding prayer gesture.
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Queens, in the luxurious villa of the Earl of Hall’s family.
A sumptuous dinner was served, the colors of which shimmered seductively in the light of the many candles.
Unlike what the newspapers and magazines imagined, the dinner of a great noble family was not serious and did not require silence.
It was one of the rare times when family members gathered together, and they dined while casually gossiping about a variety of light topics as a way of exchanging feelings and solidifying bonds.
Audrey cut a steak from her own ranch, observed Earl Hall’s expression, and asked without hiding her curiosity:
”Papa, has anything happened to Prince Edzak lately?”
Her intention was, if not, to pretend that she had heard some rumors that did not correspond to reality and did not need to be responsible, which was not uncommon in aristocratic circles.
Earl Hall’s knife and fork paused and raised his eyebrows:
”What have you heard?”
Sure enough there was! Audrey, who read the desired information from her father’s reaction, responded with a light smile:
”Some rumors, which seem to be true?”
Earl Hall rubbed the corner of his forehead and said:
”Not anything too serious.
”Audrey, I know what you’re thinking so I don’t need to hide it from you, it involves a more ordinary royal scandal, simply put, Prince Edzak fell in love with a commoner woman.
”It led to the death of a noble scion, and the royal family blocked the spread of the matter, not wanting to cause too much of an impact.”
The Countess sipped her champagne and said:
”It seems he’s not mature enough.”
Mom’s criticism is very euphemistic Well …… this does sound suspicious …… Prince Edzak is really involved in dangerous matters and will bring about bad changes for Beckland? Audrey made a dazed look and smiled:
”It makes me wonder a little why a story of freedom and love would involve the death of a noble scion.”
Hibbert Hall buried his head in a tender cutlet and speculated with interest:
”It reminds me of those complicated love stories where dueling for ladies for honor is a common occurrence among the followers of the Storm Lord.”
”It’s a tradition put in a museum.” Earl Hall dismissed his eldest son’s statement.
Audrey seized the opportunity to weigh in:
”The Prince Edzak I remember is not such a man, and the rumors have been spreading …… What they are really trying to cover up may not be the matter.”
”Perhaps not ……” Count Hall chewed on the words, his brow involuntarily furrowing a little.
Audrey stopped short of saying anything more, naturally steering the conversation in another direction.
She was going to ask her other noble friends about it. As a girl who had once been courted by Prince Edzak, it was an absolutely normal reaction to want to know the details of what had happened, whether it was curiosity or reluctance that drove a person to make such an attempt.
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The “artificial sleepwalking” state couldn’t last for long, and Emlyn White returned to reality with a slight fatigue, opening his eyes and looking towards the iron black coffin, half relieved and half disappointed:
”Lord Nebais, there is no response.”
Nebais was silent for a while before speaking rather hoarsely:
”Good.
”You’ll stay here tonight to prevent unforeseen circumstances.”
”Good!” Emlyn didn’t try to be brave at all.
The night passed in worry and apprehension, but the night was so serene and unearthly that it did not recede quietly until one of the rare winter sunsets of Birkeland spilled over the windows.
”What a bad day.” Emlyn left Audra’s cottage, pressed down his bowler hat, and muttered as he stepped into a hired carriage.
His destination was the Harvest Church in the South End of the Bridge.
After the carriage had been moving smoothly for some time, Emlyn saw a sudden blur of infinite gray mist before his eyes.
Immediately afterward, he was shocked to find himself inside a mysterious and majestic palace of giants, sitting beside a long, mottled and ancient bronze table.
And at the top of that long table, there was a human figure shrouded in dense gray mist, gazing down at him as if he were towering over him.