Aldrich took a sip of the wine with an elegant gesture, waiting for the other party's reaction with great interest.

Using the 'knowledge domain' that the other party doesn't understand to suppress at the level will always make people feel inexplicably exciting.

"Can it really be done?" Michael asked dazedly.

"Can."

Aldridge's tone remained calm even though the corners of his mouth showed a smile that the fish was about to take the bait.

Michael kept telling himself in his heart not to arbitrarily believe the words of a strange, eccentric, and terrifying man, but he still couldn't stop the desire in his heart.

She doesn't like Domingo beasts.

It doesn't like it since being forced by that person into a secret contract.

Because of the Domingo beast, she bid farewell to ordinary life, entered extraordinary life, bid farewell to various delicacies, and was always tempted by the "scent" of blood.

Sometimes when I walk in an empty spirit, I can't help walking to the hospital where there are often injured patients, and staring at the **** wounds of the injured person in a daze uncontrollably.

I want to eat, I want to eat...

There is always such a voice in my mind, this is not the Domingo beast, it has not awakened in the body, it is just the sound of the body's instinct.

Because of it, she gradually lost weight to such a degree that she used force-feeding to eat ordinary food every day, and she also had to endure the nausea and trouble of vomiting.

She would shake from time to time because it was so painful.

But it also made her hate herself even more.

Michael, why did you come to this 'mysterious mansion' to meet this mysterious man beside you?

For wanting to get out of this hellish life!

Mickey, be brave! Maybe this choice is bad, but maybe, it will be better than now!

It's just death... right?

Michaeli was silent for a long time, and finally got up the courage to look up and said, "Please tell me such a method."

Seeing her eyes through the black fog, Aldridge was impressed by the girl.

It was frivolous that she asked, and yes, she probably knew it herself.

But, at least she has the courage to choose to change her life and bear the consequences of changing her life.

Seeing such eyes, Aldrich chuckled and said calmly, "So, what are you going to use in exchange for this method?"

"Hey?"

Michaeli suddenly realized that the other party could not help her solve the problem for free!

How could I have forgotten this... Michael scolded himself for being stupid in his heart, but it was more of a desperate panic.

Her courageous eyes dimmed, and she murmured in a low voice, "Sir... I don't have any savings."

Well, I can see that.

Aldridge nodded inwardly. If you have savings, I may have to change the way.

He shook the delicate goblet in his hand, and the red wine swirled like a whirlpool of fate.

After a few seconds, he stopped moving and said indifferently: "In the northeast of Spurzi, there is a Carbine Rift Valley."

Mickley didn't hear the imagined rejection, his eyes flashed a little, and he murmured: "Carbin Rift Valley..."

She had heard of this place.

"Under that rift valley, there is a river, and on both sides of the river bank, there are 'flowers of rebirth'."

Aldrich stood up slowly, walked to the girl, put his left arm around her shoulder, put his head close to her ear, and said softly:

"If you can bring her back to me."

"I'll tell you this method."

Mickey was short of breath, and was about to say something, but in a flash, he lost consciousness.

...

"Mr. Mentor, can Ms. Mickley really do it?" Sunderland asked respectfully behind Mr. Mentor, looking at the carapace that was gradually moving away.

"She can't do it." Aldrich chuckled under the dark fog.

"what……"

"In this world, there is no so-called 'flower of death'." Aldridge's tone was ethereal, "I just want to see..."

Halfway through, Aldridge stopped and looked into the distance.

Sunderland thought he got it.

Mr. Mentor gave her a chance, a chance to make a choice and redeem herself.

Of course, this is also a test.

Success, to the light.

Failed, meet the darkness.

Flowers of the past...

Does it mean abandoning the past and embracing the new?

...

Aldridge decides to take the initiative to visit Helena.

Herbert was now the first mate on her ship, and seeing Helena was the same thing as seeing Herbert.

He needs to know the clue of the surname 'Arnas'.

When he opened a small stove for Andrea in the past two nights, he was occasionally absent-minded, which had already caused Andrea's suspicion.

To be honest, Aldridge didn't know why Andrea wanted to be extraordinary when she was in Hodo, she rarely talked about and never participated in extraordinary events, so Aldridge didn't want to tell her about it hear.

She is only rank 0, and even if she has 'supernatural strength', she is still vulnerable. Aldridge may not be able to beat her before, but now he has turned over and become the master.

After falling into a mental hallucination again Thursday morning, Aldridge stopped delaying and came to the Spursey port area.

To his surprise, he saw a lot of church deacons wearing black robes here. Judging from the badges on their chests~lightnovelpub.net~ they belonged to the Church of the Storm.

"What happened again?"

Aldridge couldn't help but muttered that if nothing happened, church personnel would rarely show off outside.

After thinking about it, he went to the coast bar first. Now that it was almost noon, Helena and the others were very likely to appear there.

This is the third time that Aldrich has come to this noisy bar, and the bartender at the bar has an impression of him.

"Herbert? I haven't seen him today." said the bearded man he had seen when he first came.

Aldridge nodded helplessly, ready to go to the pier to see if Helena's boat was there.

But before he left, he ordered a glass of dark beer, and by the way asked if there was any wind in the port.

"I don't really know what they are doing. Since Monday, people from the Church of Storms have appeared at the dock, doing nothing, just wandering around." The bearded man said with some dissatisfaction, "The people who are doing it are panicking, everyone. Everyone is guessing whether there are criminals who have fled here."

Aldrich drank a few sips of dark beer in silence after listening.

Will it be about yourself?

He was infected with the 'curse of the Storm Goddess' last Friday, and starting this Monday, the deacons of the Church of the Storm began to 'patrol' here.

To say it doesn't matter, Aldridge really can't convince himself.

After all, as one of the seven old gods in the past, the authority of the Storm Goddess was taken away by the Lord of the Sea.

Aldridge clenched the palm of his left hand and warned himself not to let anyone see the pattern.

Leaving the Shore Bar, Aldrich went to the location where the boat was moored. After wandering for nearly half an hour, he finally found a boat that belonged to Helena docked on the shore in an inconspicuous corner.

The side of the hull is painted with fresh paint, and several large characters are smeared:

"Chopping Waves".