quicksilver blood

Chapter 144 Poisonous Fire

Old Joseph actually had selfish intentions.

Yes, he wanted to kill Kluvien's sincerity—but that had nothing to do with Kluvien's "betrayal of Orlando lords."

Old Joseph was just simple, extremely pure, and wanted to exclude others.

He gave all his admiration and loyalty to Roland, so he couldn't tolerate Kluveen standing above him in an attitude of no humility.

In fact, the 50-year career as a priest of the God of Darkness had a far longer impact on Joseph than he imagined.

One must rely on the benefits obtained from improper behaviors to survive—under the persecution of such doctrines, every priest of the Dark God has more or less become a scum-like figure.Kakarit is just a rare exception - he is not a scum, but a madman.

It is conceivable that such a group of people gathered together will make the Temple of the Dark God what kind of place it will be.

Betrayal is the order of the day, cruelty is the seasoning, and intrigue is as addictive as a strong drink.

Eating this kind of spiritual poison as a daily diet, even the appearance of normal people will definitely have a twisted mind.

Of course, in the eyes of Old Joseph, he was not at all wrong.

As a loyal servant sworn to Lord Orlando, it is naturally meaningful to keep secrets for Lord Orlando.

The people of Orlando once said to themselves: "Gather as much information as possible without exposing yourself, and you can make your own decisions about some important things that are too late to report to me."

at your own discretion—

Thinking of Lord Orlando's expression when he said these words to him, old Joseph's face that was so old that it was full of grooves was still full of uncontrollable excitement.

That's a drug called trust.

These two words had absolutely nothing to do with old Joseph.It's like two parallel lines that almost never meet.

As long as they have a little understanding of the teachings of the Lord of Darkness, no one will have complete trust in Old Joseph.Unless it's the kind of unweaned child who is so innocent that he doesn't understand the dangers of the world.

Is the Orlando man that kind of person?

"...No. Of course not."

Old Joseph chuckled in a low voice, his eyes were full of light, and his face was wrinkled.

He still remembered the expression on the Lord of Orlando's face when he looked at the burning City of Fortune.

That's right, Master Orlando did cry, and he did ask his own crimes——

But old Joseph believed that even Lord Orlando himself might not know that when he covered his cheeks with his hands and bowed his head and wept, his mouth was smiling.

That smile made old Joseph's hair stand on end.

It would be fine to say that it was just the smile of a madman.The point is, Old Joseph looked back and thought about it. Although every step of Lord Orlando seemed inexplicable at the time, when he looked back, he found that almost every neglected move played a huge role.

In the old Joseph's view, Orlando was like an indifferent doctor, with that creepy smile and soft, warm whispers like a lover's whisper, while comforting the patient, he moaned. The patient's abdominal cavity was opened, and then the viscera were taken out in an orderly manner, sorted, bottled and sealed.

Until his death, the patient thought that he had just failed the operation, but he didn't know that even the relief of the illness at the beginning was designed by Orlando people.

Such a terrifying person would be so naive as to believe in himself?
how is this possible--

Old Joseph smiled self-deprecatingly.

No one knew him better than himself.

His acting skills can only favor those passionate people.Anyone with a little heart can know that he has bad intentions.

Just like Lord Orlando, he saw through his disguise from the very beginning, and he played with him according to his plan, and finally seized the leadership of the team in one fell swoop.

You know, if old Joseph had been more ruthless, more stupid, and more arrogant at that time, and recklessly launched an attack on the Orlando master who was in trouble, he would have completely disrupted Orlando's overall plan.

But Orlando just stepped on the old Joseph's bottom line with that natural look.

It's that look—

Old Joseph's old face could not help showing a bit of fanaticism.

The confidence to completely believe that you will not betray is not from naivety, but from real self-confidence.

He bet that Old Joseph would never dare to betray or go against him.He believed that he could definitely control Old Joseph, a dog that had a habit of chewing its owner, and he didn't even put him on a chain.

The kind of self-confidence that seems to know everything and expect everything can always bring a steady stream of confidence to those around him.This kind of trust made old Joseph's blood rare.

No one was more certain than Joseph Sr. that Orlando would become a legend.

Maybe Orlando is still too young, has insufficient strength, few connections, and does not have the decisiveness to survive with a broken arm - but as long as the strong self-confidence of a prophet who understands everything still exists in Orlando, even if he dies, he will be victorious. die.

To be a dark hero, a legend who saves the world from evil—God knows, that was the drowned dream that Joseph Sr. had had as a young Joseph.

He grew up under the teaching of the God of Darkness, which is already the kindest justice he can see in his eyes.

And now, he was going to die.

Old Joseph was all too clear about this.

To be precise, I still have one year and two months left to live.As a senior pastor, he has long seen the limit of his lifespan.This is the permanent damage caused by years of exposure to negative energies and poisons.

but.This kind of ridiculous dream, but Old Joseph saw the possibility of realizing it before he died.

Although on another person.

But who stipulates that people can't be crazy like children when they are old?

"Lord Orlando, you don't need trash."

Pale fanaticism gradually rose from old Joseph's eyes.

Orlando didn't know that Old Joseph had secretly changed his faith to the same mentor as Orlando, and got the profession of "martyr".

Now that this level has been achieved, how can we allow those who have given nothing to stand on a higher ground than themselves?
Old Joseph hunched over, thinking of it as a matter of course.

want to live-

To follow Orlando—

Wanting to see my naive dreams come true with my own eyes—

The incomparably strong power of faith was burning in the heart of old Joseph, and gradually condensed in his mind as substantial power.

"Lord Orlando doesn't need traitors—"

As if in self-hypnosis, Old Joseph murmured.

Just like this, he squinted his old and dizzy eyes, and his ruthless pupils shining with silver-gray metallic light gradually locked on to Kluveen in the distance.

Fifty years of assassination career is enough for him to understand the shortcomings of most professions.

The hatred perception of the shield guard, the intuitive first attack and reflexive parry of the shield dancer all made the fat mountain man named Kluvien as difficult to attack as a hedgehog.

However, Kluvien has a fatal flaw——

Immediately, silver-gray flames slowly flowed out of Old Joseph's eye sockets like viscous brain matter. Although there was no temperature, his face quickly rotted and festered.

Old Joseph felt an unbearable burning sensation as if he was really being burned by a flame.

But this kind of pain is like a joke to him.

In this way, he endured the pain of burning his eyes with poisonous fire, and sang the only prayer he could learn: "God handed me over to the ungodly, I cast into the hands of the wicked—"

　...After reading this chapter, don’t say that I am a middle school student. It is clearly the old man who returned to his former glory before he died and suffered a recurrence of his middle school disease. I will not take the blame for this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)