Chapter 34 Night

"Ask for red tickets at the end of the month, please collect!"

They ran all the way downhill, and Leo couldn't hold on any longer. His legs were weak and he fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Lu Yuewu bent down to help him up.

Li Ou shook his head. He stood up against Lu Yuewu and looked back. The magic surging over the cemetery formed a surging vortex. It roars, pulls and stirs the air crazily. A bright starlight appeared over the cemetery that had been covered by thick fog. The starry sky and the brilliant magical light reflect each other, as intoxicating as the polar aurora. But there is a deadly crisis hidden in this beautiful spectacle.

"My magic failed to destroy it." Rosie said regretfully, "Let's go, far away. The farther the better. I can't judge when it will exert its power and devour all living life.

Lu Yuewu carried his arm and whispered in his ear, "What is that magic array?"

"The root of black magic." Rosie answered instead of him, "All the strange events these days have happened because of it."

"It has a 'great' name called 'resurreation from the dead'."

"What do you mean?"

"It's the doorman's dying wish."

Jereti said that he wanted to become a real living person. In alchemy, only through the three steps of purification, precipitation and sublimation can truly create life through the stone of the sage. He found the stone of the sage - although Leo still didn't know what it was and whether it was true - and came back from the dead, which belongs to the category of "purification", and he still needs two steps to complete. If the sleep in the sarcophagus after false death belongs to "precipitation", then the magic array can help him " sublime".

"But look at their reaction and listen to what they say." Lu Yuewu pointed out, "The gatekeeper does not know the existence of the magic array."

"So, this is a paradox." Li Ou replied.

"It's not a paradox." Rosie said, "Everything is part of the plan."

They left the straight road and took a shortcut into a path. They were relieved not to see the cemetery with the opening of the gate. Lu Yuewu slowed down, allowing Leo's injury to ease a little - the sequelae of the drug still failed to retreat and still torment his body.

"The clown is no longer a clown." She said a tongue twister. The janant's soul is the key he uses to activate the magic array. He is the builder of the magic array.

"So, only the 'clown' designed all this?"

"It should be him."

"But who is the 'clown'?" Alan Hurt, whom they knew, was a big fat man, a brave, stupid and greedy person; while the "clown" who had just walked with them was good at disguise, as if he knew everything.

"Then you have to ask his soul." Rosie said, "I know there is such a spell to torture souls. Do you need me to try it?"

Her proposal was unanswered.

"The jantor said that the golden bottle was his soul box." Lu Yuewu said.

Soul box? Leo also remembered. But who would build something to store the soul free from the body and immortalize the soul? There was only one thing he knew... He swallowed his saliva and looked at Rosie, and their hearts were full of uneasiness and despair.

"What should we... do?" Rosie asked uneasily.

"Kill him!" Li Ou said, "I know what he is going to do."

"What can I do?" Rosie shook her head vigorously, "It's up to us?"

Li Ou looked back at her and said, "No, we also have sword spires and wind rock towers." Even if he is truly immortal, he can't resist it. Let's go there."

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"What did you say?" Mortimer Black Thorn sat up from the chair and hit the desk, almost causing the oil lamp to fall to the ground. He ignored the crumbling oil lamp and quickly opened the door. At his door stood a silver-haired and cold sweaty housekeeper. He grabbed the other party's collar and said, "What did you just say? Say it again."

"...Master Luther is dead..."

"Is this impossible? How could he die!" Mordima Black Thorn pulled the butler's collar, "Isn't he in the Knights? Who dares to touch him, who dares to kill him?

The housekeeper whispered tremblingly, "But... Master Luther's body..."

Motherma Black Thorn seemed to be a vented ball. He let go of his hand and stumbled back a few steps. The housekeeper quickly helped him. He whispered with his eyes, "Is he... really dead?"

"Yes...yes..." The housekeeper replied softly, "His body is downstairs."

"Tate me down." He said.

The housekeeper helped him slowly move down the stairs. As he moved his trembling legs, he told himself that it must be the opponent's conspiracy. Someone kidnapped his son and sent a corpse of a ghost as a warning.

The hall is surrounded by candles, making the room light up into the day. Luther's blood-stained body was placed on the sofa for onlookers. His prayer must not have been heard by the gods. He recognized it at once, and the body was his first son.

Should I cry loudly, should I tear my hair? Just like the mother of the children, her wife died. At that time, she cried heartbreakingly and fainted. And what about me? He still remembers the scene at that time. It was Hy-Hinth Day. He went to parliament, and then someone reported that he was terminally ill and had passed away. And he was indifferent. He neither felt lost nor sad. It was not until the meeting was over that he returned home calmly as usual. By that time, the priest had finished praying. Looking at his wife's peaceful face, he really felt that death was a complete relief for her.

But what about now? Why am I not as sad as I was then? Did the anger in the room dissipate without leaving a trace like a flower in the moon fog in the water? Or did I expect this to happen a long time ago?

When he went downstairs, his eyes were inseparable from Luther's face.

He is so lonely and helpless. At this time, just like when he was a child, he cried and wanted him to pick him up, clean the dust and coax him. And he always ruthlessly pushed him away and let him dry his tears and stand up. He just told him over and over again that men can't cry. Now he really doesn't shed tears, but he is bleeding. His relieved smile was exactly the same as when his mother died. Are you hating me or laughing at me? He will never know.

"Father..." Evira and Joe Hugh reached for him at the bottom of the stairs. Their faces were full of shock and fear, as well as anger and confusion.

They finally informed me. Realizing this, Mordima was angry and speechless. Am I too old to resist this shabby funeral? Everyone is dying, and hundreds of people have died tonight. Can't there be my son in it? He shook off their arms. A bunch of rubbish! He was very angry, especially when he saw Luther lying on the sofa, allowing blood to dye the velvet cushion red.

Mattima felt his nails fall deeply in the palm of his hand. How dare you let him lie down like this? He is my son, your brother, and the young master of your group!"

"Father, Evilla said she had to check it." His second son defended in a low voice, "After all, my brother died in murder."

"Isn't it murder or an accident?" Mortime's cold eyes stared at his daughter, "Evela, Luther, he is not the corpse you dissect in the desperate castle. He is your brother."

"I know..." Evilla argued, "But my brother's wound is very strange..."

Mattima interrupted her angrily, "The only strange thing is who did it!" Who dares to kill my son!" He ignored his daughter's defense and issued orders one by one quickly, "Let the priest come over immediately to prepare for the ceremony of the deceased, let the alchemist clean up his wounds, and let the mage blow up 17 magic fireworks for him!" He is my son, and he will die gloriously! He is a knight, how can he lie humbly on the sofa? Find out my armor and dress him neatly! Evira, aren't you going to check it? Just watch it from the side!" He turned his head and told the housekeeper, "Let Sir Albert come here immediately and the captain of the guard tonight, so that they must arrive within half an hour!" If anyone doesn't come, just wait to be dismissed!" He was angry, pushed away the maid beside him, never looked at his eldest son again, and went straight upstairs. "I'm waiting for them to come in the study."

He was restless in his study, and finally he stood up and looked out of the window at the fiery sky. He remembered that the night many years ago was just like tonight, with red light and blood everywhere. It was a night of death, a sad night when everyone cried. That night, only Death would raise his glass and sing and hold a feast. Will tonight be the same as that night? He knew that this must be the case for the Black Thorn family, and Death had danced in the dark.

It seems that after a century, the housekeeper knocked on the door. My lord."

"Come in." He said calmly, without any emotion. Let them in."

The housekeeper did not respond. He looked up and found that there was no one behind the housekeeper. What about them? Do you regard my orders as nothing? Did they forget that they can sit in their current position not by ability, but by my acquiescence? He patted the table, and the oil lamp finally fell to the ground and fell to pieces. The flames immediately spread and covered the ground, reflecting his gloomy face.

"They will never come." The housekeeper's voice trembled as he spoke, "They are all dead."

He was extremely surprised, "Are they all dead?"

The housekeeper nodded with difficulty.

"How did they all die?"

"The captain died in the battle with the corpse."

He knows those who have been resurred. It is not surprising that hundreds of people died fighting against those undead creatures. However, Luther's wound was not tore his mouth and claws, and he did not die because of the resurrator. What about Sir Albert?' What about the 100 Knight?

" Sir Albert...he..."

He became impatient, "What's wrong with him? Say it! Don't hesitate!"

"They sued... that Master Luther killed Sir Albert..."

Mattima patted the table and got up, "F bastard! Luther is so good at doing such a thing!" He roared, "Who is it and who slanders my son so much? He is dead. Do you still want to pour dirty water on his body and defile his glory as a knight? After a while, he gradually calmed down. What the hell is going on?"

"...There were only Master Luther and Sir Albert in the room... Suddenly, the soldiers heard Sir Albert's cry for help, and Sir Kay, who had just returned, rushed in with two soldiers..." The housekeeper said in one breath, "They saw Master Luther standing at the dead Sir Albert with a sharp sword. In front of him... Then Master Luther injured Sir Kay, killed two more soldiers, and escaped from the Knights..."

"The only witness now is Sir Kay?" Motima grasped the key to the problem.

The housekeeper gasped and nodded, "Yes...is..." He paused and continued, "However, Sir Kay also said that before Master Luther resisted to escape, he kept saying that he had killed a shadow of Sir Albert."

"Shadow?" Mortimer walked back and forth in the study, "Are those old women making claims again?"

"Do you think Sir Albert's death is related to Sister Shadow?" The housekeeper couldn't help lowering his voice, "Just like that night's banquet?"

"Who else will there be besides them? Shadow. Come and go without a trace. He laughed at himself and said, "I funded them, but in the end I didn't listen to orders and killed people wantonly. Do they think the mother of shadows they believe in is really omnipotent?

"Why did they kill Sir Albert despite the presence of the young master?"

"The relationship between them has been discovered. Old women think this will expose themselves. Mordima said, "The informant of the Order, the cemetery jantor, the alchemist, Sir Kay, and today's Sir Albert... They intend to wipe out the lives of all the people involved."

The housekeeper found from his words, "They couldn't kill everyone."

"Yes, they can't kill everyone." The alchemist and the White Rose Knight are still alive. Both of their assassinations ended in failure. One of them, still in front of him! He only felt more angry.

"Maybe it's because of your proposal that the nuns feel that you intend to be their enemy. They tried to pass some kind of warning to you. The housekeeper guessed, "That's why he killed Sir Albert in front of Master Luther."

"Indeed." Mortimer nodded, "Even if Luther kills the stupid 'Baisheng Knight', I can make the jury acquit him. They also know this, so they have no scruples. But they absolutely dare not kill Luther!"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with them." Ivera suddenly appeared at the door. She looked straight at his anger calmly. Father, you'd better come and see that Brother Luther's wound is not because of the sharp blades of the nuns, but other things that mortals can't use.

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"What did you say?" Insight stared at the guests in the middle of the night and glanced at them one by one. He tried to see some false evidence from their faces. But their faces were gloomy, solemn and uneasy. Fear is so clearly engraved on their faces. Is this true? Once again, he got a definite answer, "Fight! I didn't receive any news!"

He looked at the direction of the cemetery from the top of the sword tower, where the starry sky was covered by thick black fog, and the black clouds were roaring and churning, as if a beast was about to get out of trouble.

"Olever." The Eye of Insight shouted to the affairs officer, "The swords and spires are on first-class alert. If anyone asks, tell them - 'lich'.

"lich?"

"After listening to Leo's story, I can't think of anyone else. He prepared a big meal for us. He ordered, "Stop talking nonsense and go immediately!"

"At the other side of the mage tower, Rosie has gone."

"I don't think they can agree easily. Thanking customers behind closed doors is their way of life now." Miss Dongfang said worriedly, "What's more, Rosie just broke their door."

What on earth did these guys do? The eye of insight only felt a headache. He knew that it was Li Ou who intended him to take over his position and refused his proposal, but at this time these were no longer important. There was not much time left for them to ask for an order. However, if the door is also locked in the face of the Lich Wind Rock Tower... "If the wind chaser is unwilling to cooperate, then there is no need for the Wind Rock Tower to exist." He made up his mind.

"We have to send someone to inform the Knights and the Andal Church." Li Ou reminded.

"We don't need to remind the church. The air has begun to permeate with death, and they know better than we do. He said, "However, the deputy commander of the Order, Flame White Rose, is dead, and now it is temporarily under the command of Sir Kay."

"Dead?" Leo was shocked, "He died at this time."

"Death from the shadow. I think it was under the hands of Sister Youying. In addition, the young master of the Black Thorn family was also assassinated just now. The wound on his body is exactly the same as that of Sir Albert.

"Luther Black Thorn?" Li Ou was shocked and said, "How could he die at the hands of the shadow nun?"

"It seems that you know something. I'm also very surprised about this." He sighed, "But we don't have time to lament the dead who have nothing to do with the current situation. We only talk about Sir Albert.

"Wouldn't his death cause chaos in the Knights?" Leo said, "The knights are now full of waste. If the regimental commander dies, who can summon, control and order those who have only touched wooden knives?"

"Long whip of thorns, blood-stained swords. The chief knight has all kinds of means to force them to obey. He briefly explained, "As for the chaos? On the contrary... Although it's demeaning to say so, I still have to say that he died at the right time. Do you know where his title of 'Baisheng Knight' comes from?

"Because he only wins with certainty."

He nodded, "If you want him to fight against the lich, he will only run faster than anyone else and close the door with his tail between his legs. So it's just right to give it to Sir Kay." He made a decision, "Then please go to Miss Moon Dance, and her words can be trusted by the Jazz. Take a break. Wait for the summoning order to sound, and we will leave immediately.