Chapter 559 Murder Prologue

  Chen Lun nodded towards the speaker.

  He took a deep breath, raised his glass and drank it down.

  The luscious and mellow wine flows over the root of the tongue and down the throat, leaving a mixed fruit flavor that fascinates the soul.

  Chen Lun is now a high-ranking saint, so naturally he won't be as intoxicated as before, but this glass of wine seems to be just an introduction, allowing him to establish some kind of mysterious connection.

  He heard a call from far away.

  At the same time, Chen Lun also saw Speaker Azgirlo, who was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, also drank a glass of wine and looked at him with a smile.

   Whoosh!

  Spirituality was drawn, but Chen Lun did not resist.

  He relaxed his body, changed to a comfortable position, lay on the sofa, and immediately let his vision drag far away...

   Like a moment, like a thousand years.

   Suddenly, Chen Lun found himself in a lush and psychedelic manor.

  Countless grape vines are covered with a retro old mansion. Huge, round, purple-red grapes are connected in clusters, like introverted pearls, adorning the building. Surrounded by lush but quiet vegetation, it is only covered with a thin layer of pink mist, giving people a sense of darkness.

  The mansion is brightly lit, and under the eaves of the gate, hangs a string of black column-shaped wind chimes made of unknown materials, making crisp ding-dong sounds from time to time.

  Chen Lun noticed that Speaker Azgirlo, in a gray robe, was standing quietly on the left, smiling and nodding at him, and raised his hand to signal him to knock on the door.

   Taking a deep breath, Chen Lun took two steps forward and knocked on the door.

   tuk tuk...

   In just two breaths, the dark red wooden door opened by itself, and light shone from the inside.

   "Come in, I'm on the second floor."

  A magnetic and gentle male voice came from the mansion.

  Chen Lun knew that it was Conrad's voice.

  He looked back at the speaker, and found that he deliberately stood behind him, like a qualified butler, humbly following behind the guests.

  Chen Lun stepped forward and walked into the mansion.

  The decoration and layout inside are very tasteful. In addition to being spacious, the bright yellow light makes the overall atmosphere quite warm... However, the various hanging paintings and reliefs are in a uniform dark tone, and the contents are mostly grotesque and indescribable.

   What caught Chen Lun's attention in particular were the two exquisite knight armors in the corner of the hall. They each held a trident and a curved-blade spear, and they were all shiny and black.

  Climbing up the clean and tidy wooden circular staircase, Chen Lun came to the second floor.

  There is no room here, just a larger hall, the floor is covered with soft coffee-colored blankets, and a tall, red and black chair is placed in the middle.

  There is a faint wine fragrance all around, mixed with unknown floral fragrance.

  A man was lazily sitting on a high-backed chair. The white high collar was lined with folds like flowers, and he was wearing a very retro black tuxedo, but the trailing tail was slightly longer, and it was scattered on the carpet like a cloak.

  His hands are wearing white gloves, leaning on the armrest with one hand, and holding a goblet with three fingers, which still contains unfinished wine.

   "I have seen the King of Slaughter."

  Chen Lun was more than ten meters away, took off his hat, and saluted his chest.

   "Please take a seat, my guest."

   Conrad chuckled and raised his hand as a gesture.

   Chen Lun thanked him, and immediately stepped forward and sat down on the sofa beside him. Taking this opportunity, he quietly raised his eyes to look at the Slaughter King.

  Conrad has black hair, which is simply tied into a short ponytail, with two strands of hair falling down in front of his forehead, giving off an elegant but slightly unrestrained impression.

  His appearance is indescribable, if the most accurate word can be used, it is gentle.

  Although it is extremely weird to use "gentleness" as a metaphor for the King of Slaughter, this is what Chen Lun feels in his heart at the moment.

If he hadn't known that Conrad was the king of angels with a conspiracy path, and had single-handedly entered the cobweb **** and captured the two unique divinities of the death twins, Chen Lun's first impression would have been that he was just a certain A descendant of a fallen nobleman, he may also work as a poet or connoisseur of paintings.

  Ancient, elegant, and full of knowledge.

   "Your Majesty Conrad, the former Pope of the Red Apple Church, has he been born?"

  Chen Lun withdrew his mind and turned his attention to the business.

  Conrad smiled and said softly:

   "Not yet... Dolomy Poorness's rebirth birthday will be the day after tomorrow. The exact time is 9:45 in the morning."

  Chen Lun was thoughtful, and then asked in a deep voice:

   "So what do you need me to do?"

"Um…"

  Conrad raised his other hand, flexed his index finger, and rested his chin lightly.

  He pondered for a few seconds, then cast a calm gaze, and said with a smile:

   "I need you to create a mess for me."

"confusion?"

  Chen Lun frowned slightly.

   "Yes, chaos...this is my undigested authority, Jack, I need to watch it, stroke it, and finally tame it."

  Conrad's tone was gentle, like whispering to his lover.

  His hand holding the cup lightly raised, and then said:

"Once Dolomy Purnis is born, she will gradually become an adult within seven days, but it will take a longer time for him to take over the power again. I believe he will not have that patience... After all, an angel in a weak period is like the most delicious Wine, no matter how far away it is, will attract gluttons."

  Conrad's eyes were introverted, and his tone was firm:

   "He will definitely make a difference, so that he can quickly adapt to the new body and complete the integration of authority... This is the opportunity, and what you have to do is to seize this opportunity."

   "Born the day after tomorrow, grown up in seven days."

  Chen Lun murmured, thinking flashed in his eyes.

  He then asked:

   "So, Your Majesty, I only have less than ten days to prepare?"

"Yes."

   Conrad nodded.

  He then smiled, with deep eyes flowing on Chen Lun's body, and said softly:

   "I have to inform you in advance, Jack, I will not take action until the chaos is completely fermented. Everything needs to be considered by you."

  Chen Lun couldn't help being startled.

  The King of Slaughter doesn't make a move, and he sets the stage all by himself? It is also necessary to ingeniously move the fate lines around, fuel the flames, and cause a huge chaos...

  However, this is a game involving high-ranking angels!

  Can you do it yourself?

  Chen Lun suddenly felt the pressure, like a dark cloud approaching.

   Silence lasted for a few seconds. Conrad shook the wine glass, and the crisp jingling sound of the ice cubes hitting the inner wall broke the deadlock.

  He took a sip of wine, then chuckled lightly:

   "Don't be nervous, Jack, I believe you can do it...Oscar thinks highly of you, and so do I, because I believed from the very beginning..."

  Conrad sat up straight, then leaned forward, the hair on his forehead drooped, and said with a smile in his eyes:

   "You will become an amazing existence."

  Chen Lun quickly bowed his head and said modestly:

   "It is an honor to be valued by you so much."

"Ha ha…"

   Conrad smiled.

"I didn't make a move because I didn't want to scare the snake. As the 'Rose Gardener', Dolomie Purnis was deeply loved by Madame Rose. This rebirth was not only supported by the Red Apple Church and the Rose Royal Family. Behind the scenes, Madame Rose also had great influence. Maybe watching silently... To succeed in this situation, I need a suitable timing."

  He raised a finger and spoke more gently:

"You are currently limited to Sequence Four. This matter is indeed quite difficult for you, so I will give you some other help... The Generous Council will provide you with all the information and resources you want, even Ah Zigillo, you can also send as you like."

  After hearing this, Chen Lun couldn't help turning his head to look to one side.

   Standing not far away, Speaker Azgirro smiled and nodded slightly at him.

   "One last tip for you, Jack."

   Conrad said.

  Chen Lun looked at the King of Slaughter and waited for the following.

"Mother Goddess of Nature, that is, Miss Sacred Tree Mia Meiweis, there is a disagreement between Him and Madame Rosa Marialena. The roots of the Golden Sacred Tree even spread to the Netherworld... As far as I know, the relationship between Madame Rose Therefore, a large part of the reason for hiding from the world lies in this."

   Conrad said lightly.

  Chen Lun lowered his eyes, and the first thought that came to his mind was——

  Huangong!

"Back then Duke Huan used the **** of death as a chess game, which indirectly caused internal strife among the three families of the sun, moon and stars. Afterwards, he obliterated the **** of death, seriously injured Mrs. Qiangwei, and made his friend Mr. Jingyao chase after Ni Weng. Take charge of dealing with Mrs. Qiangwei! This is one of Duke Huan's successors! '

  Chen Lun realized in his heart.

   Suddenly, I thought of a lot.

  ‘If you want to create a huge chaos this time and create opportunities for His Majesty Conrad, then it would be the best choice to involve the Natural Sect. '

  But immediately, he had concerns again.

  ‘However, Mrs. Elk and Saintess Lutina treat me very well, and they also have a close relationship with Maggie, the **** of cats... If they really do this, their affection may drop to freezing point. '

  Conrad sat on the high-backed chair without making a sound, just waiting quietly, giving the black hat gentleman time to think.

  A long while.

  Chen Lun slowly raised his head.

   "Your Majesty Conrad, thank you for your reminder. I think I should have more to write about."

"very good."

  Conrad looked very happy and nodded with satisfaction.

  He then waved his hand, and a glass of wine appeared out of thin air in Chen Lun's hand, which contained the same scarlet wine as Conrad.

   "Well, good luck to you, Jack."

   Conrad smiled and toasted.

  Chen Lun took a deep breath and raised his glass in response.

Ding!

  The wine glasses were several meters apart, but they made an inexplicable collision sound.

  Conrad drank the wine in one gulp, and the emotion of a low smile echoed in the hall:

   "Chaos is the best ladder, I look forward to witnessing your masterpiece..."

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That night.

  The gentle purple moonlight shines on the window sill.

  Chen Lun leaned over the desk, the ivory pen in his hand refused to take pity on the manuscript paper.

  His brows are slightly wrinkled, his eyes are dignified.

  Powerful brain power and computing power were overloaded, and the memory flashed rapidly. Chen Lun maintained this posture for a long time, and finally let out a breath, and wrote down several key words on the paper—

   "Lutina Castillo", "Chrysalis of the End", and "Waiting".

  (end of this chapter)