A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Cloris didn't ask, but guessed that Hubbard had something to do with Chenxi, so she called him over to monitor whether he would bring unexpected joy.

"Also, let Devalo come here," Cloris said after thinking, "let him deal with the gangsters here."

The carriage stopped at the airport, and Cloris bought a ticket to the Phillipines area, and handed it to the red-haired woman next to her: "Here, Weiman, let Ann check it later when you get on the boat, er ..."

The girl turned her head and found that the woman was in a state of ecstasy. Suddenly, she looked at Cloris, with twinkling stars in her eyes: "That's amazing, Cloris!"

"Ok?"

"Instructing the servants to do so many interesting things!" Weiman took Cloris's hand and said enviously, "It's just like the adults, all the servants obey, not like me at all..." She complained, "On the surface, I bow my head and listen to my ears, but in fact I don't let this or that!"

Cloris blinked.

What you said is not allowed to be allowed to be allowed to be given to this, and not to be allowed to be given to that. Wouldn’t it be that the Qiao family took the risk of going to the Misty Tide to die?

and--

"Weiman, aren't you an adult?"

"Well, it's hard to say. I want to make achievements to show my parents, but they always treat me as a child, and they are not even willing to hire an accompanying expedition team for me, so I have to get down and follow Lubo · That idiot George!" Weiman said angrily, "I know that I have the most sense of accomplishment on my own, but I'm only 22 years old, so why don't they help me! Even after I become a golden-level explorer, I can Brings glory to the family, doesn't it?"

"..." Cloris looked at Weiman with complicated eyes, patted her on the head, and said solemnly, "That's right, they treated you too badly! But don't be depressed, Weiman, As a friend, I will definitely help you realize your dreams and make their jaws drop!"

528. Bloodborn

No. 121, Recovery Street, under the shade of lush foliage, a weirdo with a scarlet beak mask on his head, wearing a top hat and an airtight dark robe, leaning quietly on a deck chair, the phonograph by the pool playing opera sounds of nature.

"Mr. Ariant." Cloris went straight to the mentor through the glass door connecting the courtyard.

"It's a beautiful singing voice, such a vocal music is like the dawn of the dark world," Ariant also has a magnetic and beautiful voice, and he praised without hesitation, "When you have heard enough of the catastrophic ravings in the mist and corruption, her Singing cleanses the soul anew."

"True, but," laughed Cloris, "the singer must be a man, or rather, an eunuch."

"Really," Ariente felt embarrassed. He took off his mask, revealing his ugly half cheek that was corroded by acid. On the other side of the asymmetry, there was a clear and handsome face that was completely different from the bloody temperament. He looked at Weiman, " Is this lady your new friend? A well-organized psychic, a mage with great potential."

Ariant's temperament terrified Weiman subconsciously, but the fact that someone even Miss Ke respected her made such a comment on her, which made the woman feel a little proud.

"The mage of the Lisaraben family, my, er, friend." Cloris introduced, "Weiman, this is the Red Order epidemic doctor, Mr. 'Blood Therapy' Ariente, who is also teaching me A teacher of medicine."

"You, hello...Mr. Ariente." Weiman greeted shyly, without reaching out to shake hands.

What a ghost, there is such a scary guy who is neither human nor ghost in the epidemic doctor!

Although Ariant's aura was restrained, Weiman still felt a palpitating stench, as if he had been born from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Cloris turned her head and said, "Weiman, you should take a look around first."

"Okay, okay..." Red Rose held up her dress and ran away in a hurry.

"I have dealt with many talented mages," Ariant smiled softly, "but most of them want to study me...Of course, I am also worthy of study among epidemic doctors. "

Cloris frowned and asked, "Your face..."

The girl felt that Ariente's condition was slightly worse than half a year ago.

"Just like the slaughterhouse, the deep-rooted corruption invades the soul, but the curse I bear is very shallow, so I don't need to worry too much."

"Is it impossible to eradicate?"

"It's not easy, Lieyang should be the easiest to purify together with me." Ariente joked, "Actually, you don't have to worry too much about this, unless you face the rot directly, the touch of the void can help You resist most curses, but there is one thing you need to pay attention to," he emphasized, "Beware of losing control, the backlash of the void will be more intense than any mystery, and you will not be aware of it."

Cloris asked in confusion: "How can I be on guard if I can't find out?"

Ariente turned off the phonograph, sat up from the chair, looked squarely at it and said, "The answer may be in the commandment office. I heard that the slaughterhouse resisted the erosion of corruption with the help of the commandment office. If she doesn't die, it will probably become The Chief Judge of the Commandery...they are in the Deep Realm, the Messenger will take you to meet those ascetic monks one day, the last Chief Judge was 200 years ago, you should know who it is."

As he spoke, Ariente smiled and pointed to his corrupted face—rotten evil.

It is ironic that those in charge of the discipline eventually betray the law.

Cloris remembered that Wojty once said that they had two rings of the void, one of which was the ring of secrets in the girl's hand representing the Key Bearer, and the other was from a traitor. The precepts of the world.

The ascetics and the corrupt monastery never die.

"Beware of knowledge..." Cloris looked at her thumb, and suddenly asked Ariente, "Whose authority does the Commandery represent?"

"If you mean the righteous gods of the upper realm," Ariant replied, "I guess it's order."

"Where's the disaster map?"

"God of War." In his consciousness, a weak voice came from the planning.

The little bitch has too many contacts!She is indeed a direct descendant of the Mason Society!

The planner never expected that the strong people around the little bitch would emerge in endlessly like leeks. She knew that even if she didn't answer, Ariente would definitely help the little bitch clear up most of her doubts. value squeezed dry.

Ariente shook his head and said, "I don't know. I have never left the deep realm. All I know comes from books, hearsay, and the words of the messenger."

"Humph, redneck," thought the planner angrily, but she dared not say it.

Cloris bowed her head in thought.If the twelve rings of the Mason Society represent the authority of an righteous god, does this mean that the Void Apostles have long been "suspecting" the gods and have chosen their spare tires?

"Tomorrow I will visit Shanna and vote on her disposition," Ariente asked. "Are you going with me?"

Cloris nodded: "Well, Mr. Ariente, if the association abandons Shanna as a vessel for God's descent, what will happen to the Savior of All Souls? You said that He is dying..."

"It will probably be in a deep sleep," Ariente said, "It is his consciousness that dies, but the divinity will last forever." The eyes of the Hongxun epidemic doctor showed a sense of sadness and emotion that had never been seen before, "We are human beings. One side will die eventually, and this is also the meaning of inheritance."

"Is it……"

"But you won't be able to call me through the mask afterwards," Ariente said, "The dreamland of contacting the mask is the great dream of the Savior of All Souls. The previous time, maybe He cast more eyes on you, and responded Your wish was fulfilled."

"Is it possible to use other channels in the dreamland? For example... the Church of the Stars?"

"It's a good idea. Although we have occasionally cooperated with the Star Church, your suggestion also means that the association will be constrained by others, so the future," Ariente said with a smile, "leave it to the decision makers like Murphy. do it."

After exchanging greetings in the courtyard, the two went to the restaurant to have a sumptuous dinner.Knowing the identity of Ariant's blood, the cook specially cooked spicy blood, sweet blood wine, jelly and cakes refrigerated with milk and blood.

The materials used are all animal blood, but in the chaotic deep world, human blood can also be easily purchased.

Cloris glared at the young cook who was born in the Evangelical Correctional Institute, had a background as a nun in the Grace College, and was employed by the Church of the Sun. The latter was a young girl who was about the same age as Cloris. The orphan raised by the reformatory could be called the core staff.

The girl looked at Ariente apologetically: "We haven't eaten together yet, Mr. Ariente, but I, uh, remember that you are a blood drinker, right?"

In fact, she didn't have any impression of Ariente's eating, she only remembered that he often bought blood wine from the bugman.The girl had ordered the cook to prepare some blood food, but she didn't expect it to be so rich——

Cloris didn't know if Ariant could eat normal food with blood as a seasoning.

"It's a normal stereotype, but most of the solid food is not suitable for digestion," Ariant casually cut a piece of cake to taste, "bloods drink the body fluids that maintain the life cycle, and those flowing liquids contain Different types of traits and spirituality, we can taste from a cup of blood whether the blood owner is a cunning villain or a compassionate saint, and we can also taste the disease of a prostitute and the purity of a virgin," Ariente said in his usual words With a different kind of evil feeling, Weiman's back felt chills, the Hongxun plague doctor said, and then said, "'Blood madness' makes us addicted to blood, absorbing blood makes the blood descendants gain new characteristics, and at the same time It will suppress the innate madness in the blood, but this will bring about a problem. Long-term exposure to the spirituality in different blood will cause years of erosion to the blood, and sooner or later we will be in the "blood madness" Bewitched, rationality collapses and wisdom perishes."

Weiman boldly asked: "You, do you know how to eat people?"

"Oftentimes," Ariant replied, "intelligent creatures contain richer spirituality, and those spiritualities often bring paranoid emotions to bloodborn, so girl, if you want to travel to the deep world, remember to beware of all bloodborn. "

"Does that include you too?" Weiman asked, "Do you also eat people?"

Ariant nodded and said: "I have spent a difficult time under the blood madness... Blood blood itself is a huge curse, which is one of the reasons why I became a plague doctor."

Cloris didn't say anything. Although she was curious about Ariente's past, she wouldn't ask the bottom line like Weiman, especially when she directly asked about "cannibalism".

"By the way, Cloris," Ariente suddenly thought of something, he looked at the girl, "I have read the "On the Civil Treaty" and other books you printed in the city that never sleeps."

"Well, that was written by some French scholars."

"I know, if I have the chance, I will go to the Upper Realm to take a look at that wonderful world."

Ariente only ate a small piece of cake, and the smell of fat brought him a little discomfort of blood clots. Although it had little effect on blood descendants of his level, there was no need to experience the unpleasant feeling all the time. Happy touch.

He turned to pick up the red wine glass, and said to Cloris: "I have some thoughts... I feel that this kind of world is also like an invisible curse, where air robbers are rampant and evil people are rampant, the strong must step on the bones of the weak Climbing, the rich drain every penny of the poor's wealth, this is similar to blood raising 'blood beasts' cannibalism, the upper and lower are eating people, the way is just different."

Cloris tilted her head: "?"

"Do you know why I stayed in the city that never sleeps?"

"I thought Wojti asked you to take care of me and help me when I was in trouble..." Cloris smiled shyly and asked shamelessly, "So you have other goals?"

Ariente said: "That's just one of the reasons. The more important reason is that the deeds of the Gospel Correctional Institute have given me a lot of inspiration. Just relying on personal strength and good deeds is not enough to build a perfect world where everyone has no worries. Perhaps it is also the purpose of Murphy and the others to establish the association, the world needs a new order."

"Then you must have something in common with Carlos Huck." Cloris shrugged, "I remember him telling me that poverty is the greatest plague, but some inherent defects cannot be made up for , just like there is an insurmountable gap between you and ordinary people until death... Could it be that you can let everyone in the world have spiritual veins?"

"I can try."

"Oh..." Cloris responded, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking straight into Ariente's eyes, "Huh?"

"Actually, I have always had an idea after contacting the prayers of the gods," Ariente gripped the wine glass tightly, and told the girl who was two hundred years younger than herself the secrets that had been accumulated deep in her heart. His eroded eyes were as bright as torches, "The gods have transformed the rules of the world into the manifestation of their own will through divinity, so what if I can connect the characteristics of all people through spirituality and build a giant network that shares mysteries?" His rational expression A bit of intoxicated fanaticism and collapse gradually appeared in the middle, "Will the fair will of all people give birth to a fair god?!"

529. Peach Blossom in Sickness

In the antique natural room, although the layout of the study, bedroom, and bathroom can be vaguely seen, the roots are like silk curtains to make the residence bright, like a secluded forest.The light shines obliquely on a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the blue lake passes by a huge, lotus-covered squid. Its tentacles stretch casually like several roots, and colorful algae, corals, and water insects are hidden among them.What is more surprising is that the tree roots in the room on one side of the glass hang down from the roof beams, while the roots in the lake on the other side rise from the silt.

Nearly two years after leaving the city that never sleeps, Shanna's complexion is still pale. Although she can walk, her frail body and meticulous care give her the right not to lift her feet. The skilled and beautiful doctors and nurses are close at hand and friendly, but Shanna still remembers the first time they met The appearance of the other party's beak mask, the gloomy sharp beak repeatedly appeared in nightmares, making people disgusted and fearful.

Standing behind her today is not the doctor or nurse, but Dr. Carloson who dragged her back from death in the past.Although Dr. Carloson had changed his surname to Huck a few days ago, Shanna still called him by his original name.

"They're deciding what to do with me, Dr. Carloson, aren't they?"

Shanna sat in a wheelchair watching the deep lake lit by coral, as peaceful as a puppet, and even her heartbeat didn't seem to be active in that body.

Carloson's thin face is still as cloudy as a thick cloud, which is his innate appearance. It seems mean, but it does not affect the soft comfort: "Don't worry, Mr. Ariente has come here specially, and the vote is over." The result is doomed, and you will be fine."

Shanna knew that the disposal Mr. Carlosson said was to decide whether to turn her into a vessel of God.She should have readily agreed—if she could see her father again.

Since receiving news of her father from Miss Cloris last time, Shanna has actively followed the doctor to take some psychological treatment, and her condition has improved a lot.In the following days of convalescence, the girl could receive letters from Anle Harbor every week. Given the objective situation of her father's clumsy tongue, shyness, and ignorance of a single character, it was unnecessary to think that the letters were written by someone else, but In any case, knowing the news of her father was enough for Shanna to regain the sense of security that helped people get rid of loneliness.

Shannah kept answering letters, but the occasional outburst of grotesque curses kept her from working too hard.In order not to let herself live like an ignorant bird in a cage, the girl insisted on studying: in order to understand the words on the newspaper, she had to learn several official languages ​​of the ancient spirit court. When she was puzzled, she had to consult the tireless doctors and nurses over and over again. Shanna asked Carlosson to prepare a library for her residence, but people's energy and time were always limited, and this poor girl didn't eat it. too many things.

But there is a kind of power, which seems to be the spiritual enrichment brought by knowledge, which makes Shanna feel that she is becoming wiser.She had learned Angnar and arithmetic with the dock accountant of the neighbor's house before, but that was far from being able to compare with the rich knowledge contained in the current books.

It’s just that sometimes, Shanna just thinks that her life has been inexplicably lengthened—she always feels sleepy after a long sleep all night, and she’s always lost in one unreasonable spliced ​​dream after another.Most of those dreams are vague and fleeting, while others are too profound to forget.

For example, the old camel fish, her father, stared at her with the empty eye sockets of tragic death in the dream, cursed her, tore open her skin, and let a tall and ugly flower grow out of the bloody shell.

When Shanna woke up, those flowers stretched her veins, and they had already filled the entire hospital. If it weren't for the association where the epidemic doctors gathered, but for a place like the city that never sleeps, the people in several blocks might have become flower fertilizers.

The long dreams exhausted Shanna physically and mentally, making her quiet, numb, and strangely precocious.

"I can be a vessel of God, whether I disappear or not," Shanna stared at the lotus flower on the squid's head cover, each petal was hanging down like a jellyfish tentacles, making her feel sick and dizzy, but she was as quiet as ever, Like a silent patient on morphine, "I just want to see if my father is okay..."

"I remember you were writing letters."

"I dreamed that my father was dead," Shanna said with detached calm. "I don't understand, Dr. Carlosson. I always have dreams like that. Sometimes I feel that he is not on the other side of the world, but on the other side of the world." In my body, deep in my soul," she turned her head and stared at Carlosson, "Dad, is he... really okay?"

"Of course," Carlosson smiled softly. When he stroked Shanna's long, yellow hair, rows of fine teeth that creaked like fine hairs stood up on the surface of his skin, which meant that Shanna's calm appearance was not in the mood. Wonderful, he said, "It's just Shanna, your spiritual condition is not optimistic, contacting ordinary people rashly will only bring disaster, and all your nightmares also stem from this, there is nothing but to maintain an optimistic attitude and actively receive treatment Law."

"Father used to be a boatman, and mother was a helper in a neighbor's house," Shanna said blankly. "At that time, the city that never sleeps was not too chaotic, and there were more merchants and novel goods. The technology of the Church of the Sun was not popular, and every year people Radiation sickness from drinking sewage."

Carolson listened quietly, and Shanna described the process like a bystander, indifferent or numb: "The water purification device in the neighbor's house went wrong, causing the whole family to be hospitalized due to radiation. This won’t cause too much of a problem, but my father has to work harder to earn medical fees for my mother and me.” She twisted her hair around her index finger and pulled it unconsciously, her eyes widening Farther and farther away, "I was probably only a head taller than the wheelchair when my mother died, and a muddy blue mucus oozes from her swollen body...Radiation sickness doesn't always lead to crystallization."

"Different forms of source quality flow will present differentiated mysterious characteristics. Radiation is essentially mysterious, that is, the divergence of source quality. Crystallization will not prevent this divergence, but only delay it...Of course, we lack a definitive conclusion on the essence of source quality , the perception domain of the transcendent is our tool for cognition of the world, but observing the same thing from different perspectives will always present a completely different appearance. This may be a multi-faceted thing, or it may be that what we see is a variety of things, just rough classified into one category.”

"Hiss," Shanna smiled, "I don't care about pathology, Dr. Carloson, I also know the value of my observation and research."

"Speaking of utilitarianism, you are unique. With the help of the association, you will live a healthier and longer life than anyone else. What matters is your mentality—Shanna, think about your father, he is still waiting You go home."

"When my mother died, the merchant ship sailed, and my father caught up with the merchant ship and set off. He entrusted the new neighbors to help put the bones, and used a bag of money. It was originally for my mother... no, for my medical treatment." Shanna said, "I was After guarding the corpse for two nights, the corpse collector shoveled away the rotten flesh and asked the monks from the Church of the Sun to chant scriptures in front of the room. It was the first time I saw such a shining light... Oh, and burned it together with the corpse collector. "

It made Carloson think of the pickers in the sewers of Paradise, those tumor-covered, shambling monsters, and he was silent.

"In order to take care of me, my father found a job at the dock. My condition is actually quite stable. Many workers in the mine can live to be 20 years old due to severe radiation sickness. As long as the speed of crystallization is controlled, I should be able to Be a little more normal."

"You can now too, trust me, Shannah, if you use your will to overcome those psychological barriers."

"Really, Dr. Carlosson?" Shanna looked at the man behind him through the reflection of the glass, and asked in a daze, "but sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing, and I don't expect what you said, if I really One day," she pressed, "please tell me, doctor, is Dad still alive? I can hand over me to you, my life and my death."

"He is still waiting for his daughter to return home with a healthy body, of course..."

Before Carlosson finished speaking, budding flower stems suddenly crawled out from the gaps in the azure blue bricks under his feet. Those groaning petals were like a noisy radio station, and the deep purple petals were torn apart along the lines. The well-proportioned filaments vaguely reveal human faces:

"San-na-"

The voice was originally harsh and vague, and the appearance of the petals was different except for being ugly, but with the touch of Shanna's numb eyes, the petals gradually opened into the same shape, and the flower stems bent down, like a raised spine.

Shanna's wheelchair was overturned, and she crawled on the ground. Her dry palms, which were slightly plumper than before, grew together with the flesh-colored fibers on the ground. Her small face was stuck on the flowers: "Dad, is that you, Dad?"

"Shanna, let Dad take a look at you..." Huasi gently climbed up to Shanna's face, wrapping her up like a net, and said honestly, "Good boy, the doctor has raised you very well, really. A very good man, a very good man!"

"But the doctor said you have..."

"Oh, Dad's dead, but that's all right, isn't it, doesn't Shanna love Dad because Dad's dead?"

"Dr. Carloson lied to me!?"

"It's not the doctor's fault, Shanna, they are as kind as the doctor's in the clinic, but they are forced to do something about some small things, forgive them..."

Carlosson hovered dignifiedly beside Shanna. Roots grew from his shoulders—not trees or flowers, but his own accompanying skill [Echo Secret Vine].