Muxi Underground Proving Ground, prison.

Jerome, the ninth pick of the Legion of Discord and the holder of the splitting ability, held the metal box-bound left hand behind his back and supported the ground with his right hand, doing push-ups with one hand, sweat following the curve of the muscles, drop by drop. Converged on the ground. Hearing the approaching footsteps outside the iron gate, he didn't even lift his head, and said, "You appeared earlier than I expected."

The black figure stayed outside the prison door, and the drooping hood was lifted. Rachel looked at the man in front of him with a cold expression that made people shudder.

Jerome got up from the ground, twisted his neck, and said in a somewhat joking tone: "Let me guess, your plan has failed."

Rachel glanced at the box that sealed Jerome's left hand and gently pushed open the iron door of the prison: "Your Majesty has already allowed you to walk around in the camp, why do you always like to stay here?"

Jerome patted the wall: "What's wrong here? Food, clean water, guards, everything that should be there, why should I go out?"

Rachel shook his head, seemingly unable to understand the behavior. After a pause, her voice could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "You guessed it right, Your Majesty rejected my proposal."

"Not surprisingly, I have talked with the king several times. In order to acquiesce in the covenant for the existence of illegitimate children, he is unlikely to do it." Jerome put on his coat and sat on the wooden bed of the prison, facing the woman outside the door. Said: "I have persuaded you before that it is not wise to intimidate him in this way. To be honest, Rachel, this time the behavior is not like yours, I always thought you would use Even more... a more sleek way to consolidate this covenant, but in the end you chose the most irrational path."

"Although your Majesty rejected me, the reason is not what you think."

"Although the reasons are different, the result is the same, isn't it?"

Richel was silent for a moment, and then said, "I trust your Majesty."

Jerome frowned: "If you want to persuade the Legion of Discord to join the Kingdom of Muxi, it is far from enough to just use the king's trust as a pale reason. Although King Todd is also a different species, in my opinion, he His skills and behavior are more like using the power of others to strengthen the king's power. I can't imagine letting the Legion betray the Presbyterian Church and handing life and future into the hands of such a person."

"He is not that kind of person."

Hearing these words, Jerome looked into Rachel’s eyes and said in an incredible tone: "You are now, and you in the Legion of Discord back then, are two people. In other words, it’s the past. You can never say it."

"People will always change..." Rachel stretched out her hand, urged by mental powers, the iron gate of the prison was twisted and fell down, she said to Jerome: "Are you going to let you Is the body decayed here? If it is not, get out of it and help me!"

Seeing that Jerome had no plans to get up, Rachel said again: "According to the latest news I have received, Grand Elder Clawrence has arrived in the territory of the Kingdom of Silver Ring. What the Legion of Discord will do with mission failures, I don’t think I need to remind you. You?"

Jerome sighed deeply, lowered his head with a bitter smile, and sniffed his clothes: "I need to take a shower and change my clothes. By the way, there is this box, you have to find someone to help me open it."

Blood.

A thick layer of blood like moss.

In the huge castle, human limbs and messy internal organs can be seen everywhere.

The man covered with giant worms, his upper body naked, can vaguely see the tattoo on his back, an eagle with wings spreading out, and Roman numerals underneath.

A rustle sounded, and a crossbow bolt was shot from a high place and inserted exactly between the man's eyebrows.

There was no unexpected sound of falling to the ground.

A worm with the thickness of a thumb came out of the man's mouth, like a lamprey-shaped mouthpart, biting **** the arrow shaft, gnawing the tail feathers of the crossbow arrow. The iron arrow inserted into the forehead, as the worms squirmed under the skin, plunged deeply into the brain. After a while, the blood-stained arrow blade attached to the surface of the tongue and was spit out to the ground by the man.

Seeing this scene, the castle guard in iron armor was so scared that his face was earthy and out of possession, he dropped the crossbow machine in his hand and ran away.

The worm man squatted down and stretched his hand into the blood moss. The still blood vessels under the moss seemed to have been given life, like a poisonous snake winding and twisting in the moss, rushing towards the attacker. .

The survivor only ran ten steps, before he rushed up the steps, the blood vessels in the moss entangled his legs tightly, and countless tiny red worms emerged from the gaps in the blood vessels and penetrated the victim. The legs of the person spread to the whole body along the skin.

The blood was sprayed from the whole body of the survivors like spring water. The moss under the feet was nourished and the body was like a balloon filled with dirty water.

The fair-looking girl, dressed in a set of innocent princess costumes, sits on the round candlestick lamp holder hung on the roof, holding the iron chain of the lamp holder in both hands, swinging on the swing happily, and the singing is melodious. In this scarlet castle.

My mother killed me and my father was eating me. My brother and my sister were sitting under the dining table, picking up my bones and burying them under the icy stele...

On the long table under the chandelier, a fat man about 30 years old was stripped of his clothes and tied to the table. With crimson eyes, he looked at the **** the roof and shouted in despair: "Who are you?! What did you do to my daughter Nancy?!"

The smiling old man, his hair and beard kept intact, his formal clothes and gowns neatly tidy, there is a vague aristocratic demeanor between his gestures and feet. He took a red wine in his hand, and read the sign on his body carefully: "The new wine from the Onebilco Manor, this is a rare good thing! It is a pity that the storage method is too amateurish, and it is actually placed in a humid and cold Underground."

The old man then took out a lot of things from his suitcase: scissors, razors, rulers, spices...

He walked to the fat man's head, first cut off the other's long hair with scissors, and then used a razor to clean the stubble on the top of the man's head.

"Asshole! What are you doing?! Let go of me!" The man twisted his body, trying to avoid the movement above his head.

The old man seemed to be a gardener who was pruning artistic potted plants, meticulously doing the work at hand, and said while doing the work at hand, "Viscount Zangna, also known as the Hound, Viscount, according to legend, you are extremely proficient in tracing. No matter what it is. You can find the source of the smell."

Zangena's body trembled slightly as he listened to the old man's words.

"For this ability, you claim to have only been trained as a child. But the truth is that a foreign species, a foreign species that can recognize more smells than ordinary people."

Viscount Zangnar's pupils shrank, and then he defended: "This is all rumors from the market!"

The old man raised his head and glanced at the girl swinging on top of his head. He raised his forehead with a headache and said, "Sabrina! Don't shake the lamp holder anymore, the dust is being raised everywhere by you!"

The girl grabbed the iron chain, looked down, and said with a smile: "Elder Claus, why don't you change the table?"

Clarence shook his head helplessly.

Viscount Zangna looked over his head and said urgently: "Please let my daughter go! There is a secret room on the third floor of the castle where all the treasures are there. Please let my daughter make a living!"

Clarence looked at the small dagger hanging on the girl's chest, which was engraved with eagles and Roman numerals, and shook his head at the Viscount: "It's not that I don't want to let her go, but that everything is too late..."

Viscount Zangnar's face was ashes, limp on the table.

Clarence continued: "As an alien ~lightnovelpub.net~ you gradually gained wealth and status by identifying spices and finding lost items, but this secret is not even known to your closest wife and daughter. "

Zangna looked at the old man in front of him, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you from heresy court? Are you going to start reading my judgment?"

Clarence froze for a moment, then laughed, a gentle smile that made people feel at ease like a spring breeze: "Viscount, have you misunderstood something? We have nothing to do with the church."

Zangnar replied suspiciously: "Then you..."

The Viscount stopped the words in his mouth, his eyes widened to the maximum due to fear, his whole body trembling like chaff.

Klaurence, wearing his gloves, picked up a sharp hacksaw, walked over to Zangner’s head, and bowed slightly and bowed a bow: "Those words just now are not judgments. To be precise, the introduction of ingredients will be even more pronounced. Appropriate."

The hacksaw was pulled, and blood splattered.

Screams resounded across the entire castle. (https://)