Scepter of Thorns

A cluster of bright elemental flames condensed at his fingertips, igniting the pitch-black paper. Edward put the quill into the pen holder, and the freshly baked evidence was written on the wet roll of paper.Soon it will be lying on the umpire's desk to indict alleged sinners.

The remaining light from being eaten by the night gathered and condensed into the shape of paper, and then copied the contents of the scroll word by word. He flattened the front of the scroll and pasted it on the gray tiles at hand, and quickly disappeared.Edward rolled up the glossy paper again and put it into the small tube tied to the crow's legs. The crow neighed lowly, spread its wings, and disappeared into the darker sky in an arc.

The night of the Holy Court of Light is always long overdue.The sky is a battlefield of light and shadow, and the two sides are fighting exhaustedly but fiercely.The afterglow lingers on the spire, and then dissipates sadly, leaving the sad beauty to the long night.

Edward stood up, the black gradually spread from the hem to the waist, the pattern disappeared, and the original formal attire was simplified into a black robe, and he used the moonlight to condense a white porcelain mask on his face, only his lips seemed to be smeared with blood Hongyan.

He clenched the scepter tightly and made a gesture of pulling the door, as if he really opened a door hidden in the air, and disappeared after walking a few steps.

Spirit world.

The stars pour down from the Tianhe River like water and flow on the top of the hall.He stood alone in the main hall, with his hands randomly arranging the boxes floating in the air—space.

For gods, the so-called space is just a container, containing a group of devout ants.

His attire was startlingly familiar.The same black robe and white porcelain mask, even the red arc is exactly the same, the only difference is that they are taller.

Suddenly, a spot of light lit up at the junction of the two boxes, but soon disappeared into the darkness.And he was as excited as if he was stimulated, and his slender fingers quickly joined the two boxes together, as if he smiled.

"Got you."

※※※

The carnival dance floor is filled with costumed skeletons, who hold the hands of their partners and dance.Several slim witches lay on the faded sofa, and their brooms were piled together and thrown into the corner. Passers-by would often get their sweet kisses and leave with a bright red lip print.

Edward's complexion became more and more ugly. He really didn't like this crowded, noisy and hot environment.When a catwoman grabbed his hand and stuffed it into his underwear, he quickly withdrew his hand and held it down to prevent her from fumbling around: "Enough."

Catwoman rubbed her ears, she seemed a little embarrassed: "...won't you have a shot?"

Edward looked at her expressionlessly: "You feel really good about yourself."

……

As a result, Edward received a blank stare and a group of half-orcs pointing.But he naturally ignored it and walked straight to a room at the end of the hallway.

"Hey." Catwoman who followed closely glanced at the door of the room, and grabbed his cuff with fingers painted with red nail polish, and said angrily, "That's not a place for people like you to go in."

Edward turned around, pulled Catwoman's fingers off his clothes one by one, and closed them together: "Take care of them."

He walked into the room and closed the door.The catwoman outside the door gritted her teeth unwillingly, and finally left deliberately.

very quiet.

The house seemed to be soundproofed, and the noise outside could not be heard at all.The walls are covered with black wallpaper, making the room dimly lit, and it is not clear whether there is a window. There is only a candlestick burning on the wooden table, and a person is sitting on the other side of the wooden table. When Edward approached, he found two people. The costumes are exactly the same.

He rested his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly: "Daursus."

The man stood up and returned the salute: "Senna."

Very low voice, but very nice.

Edward took his seat: "Salute to His Highness Caesar on my behalf. Can you let me have a look at the treaty?"

Senna pulled out a black scroll from the candle's projection, and slowly unfolded it: "Of course." He stared at Edward, the corners of his mouth hidden behind the mask slightly hooked.

The scroll was very long, filled with dense letters, and there was a signature and stamp at the end. Edward first noticed this, and he began to read it after confirming that it was authentic.

Once he entered the working state, he automatically ruled out all interference, but he didn't notice that Senna's gaze turned from the pinna to the tip of his chin slightly, and then stayed on the black thorns piercing his neck.It wasn't until Edward pulled down the collar that he turned to the collarbone.

The room was stuffy and hot.The air was baked dry by the candlesticks, exuding the smell of the sealed warehouse, as if the wind had not passed through for a long time.Such an environment is not conducive to reading long documents. Edward is obviously aware of this, but he did not speak, but took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Senna staring at him ecstatically. The black thorns on the neck couldn't help frowning.

The letters on the document were tangled together, as if they were dancing, the yellowed candlelight made people drowsy, Edward's sanity was gradually drained, and he appeared extremely rare irritability: "There is no big problem, I agree to sign .”

He picked up the quill pen placed aside, dipped some ink and wrote Daulsus, and wanted to leave after putting on his robe.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Daulsas."

He stopped.

Senna stood up and asked, "Are you an ascetic?"

Edward touched the black thorn, and regretted revealing it, "Whether it is or not, please don't doubt my sincerity."

"Sorry." Senna straightened the mask on his face, "I'm just curious."

"The pain will remind people to never forget the sufferings God suffered in creating the world, and to suppress the desires of the flesh." He said lightly, "I'm just a devout believer."

"Ah, that's right." Senna seemed very happy, "Then why are you doing this?"

Edward selectively ignored the question and didn't answer.

The expression on Senna's mask looked innocent: "It seems that I offended you, sorry."

Edward didn't bother to talk to him, the atmosphere here was very wrong, he couldn't explain why, but it just felt wrong.He no longer has the patience to continue to confront the cunning demons.He pursed his lips, opened the door and disappeared.

In fact, the real door has not been touched, and the "door" he opened is just the entrance of a space.

The candlelight flickered, burning in darkness.Senna tapped the table with silk-gloved fingers, picked up the so-called "treaty" with his right hand, and copied the text on it to another piece of paper, leaving only one signature.The moment the text was peeled off, the black scroll revealed its true colors.

Large pieces of spells draw strange patterns in bright red colors, densely intertwined.

If Edward had seen this piece of paper, he would have recognized it—the master-servant contract.

----Chapter2. Long Night & End----