Chapter 233 Destruction
This is a room that looks like a natural cave. The space is quite spacious, with a marble round table and several gray wooden chairs placed in the center.
The eight upper and lower corners of the room are not sharp, but slightly rounded.
The walls and ceiling all show a special milky white color, but it is not a paint applied later, but a natural stone color.
On the wall are some collections unique to the hidden world - simple and sharp swords, strange bone products, nets made of pale hair, and some suspicious leather products; but the power contained in them is all Very weak, as old as their dead master.
Sebastian scratched the milky white wall with the sharp tips of his five fingers, and found that the whole room seemed to tremble slightly from the harsh scratching sound.
A slightly clear milky white juice flows from the scratched wall. It smells as fresh and sweet as coconut milk... bah bah bah, but it tastes salty, bitter and astringent, like desalinated sea water.
Sebastian quickly spit out the milky white juice in his mouth, but the bitter taste seemed to be stubbornly refusing to leave, insisting on staying on his tongue, forcing him to pull out his tongue and wipe it frantically with his sleeve. The bitter white stain on the tongue was rubbed against the delicate skin of the tongue, and the faint sweet blood gushed out, finally washing away the stubborn bitterness.
Unlike the restless young man, his mature and steady father had already begun to take stock of the secret library. He first knocked on the milky white wall, as if to confirm its sturdiness, and then picked up the abandoned oddities. He looked at the object carefully, as if he wanted to confirm how much power remained in it.
The young man ran directly to the marble round table and ripped open the most eye-catching wire on the table, which was the gray-white glass box.
I saw a row of books placed in the box, all of them strangely wrapped with tough copper wires, like some kind of imprisonment and restraint, or like chains of imprisonment.
The ordinary-looking copper wire contained weak sharp power. As soon as the young man's finger touched the thick bronze, a strange luster immediately flowed inside the copper wire, scratching the young man's fingertip, and blood dripped on the copper wire. Above the silk, a faint smoke suddenly rose.
The copper wire began to tremble violently, like a newborn snake shaking its slender body, letting out a long-suppressed howl of hunger and thirst, and then curled up into a ball of ordinary copper wire, huddled in the glass box corner of.
"Is it hiding the same power as the bloodline lock needed to open the portal just now?"
"Fortunately, the power I just absorbed has not been completely digested yet... If a pure-blooded descendant of the Michaelis family came into contact, he probably wouldn't be scratched, right?"
Sebastian put his fingers into his mouth and sucked while murmuring and flipping through the sealed books.
He opened a book of colorful drawings, "Hmm... It seems to be an ukiyo-e print from a small island in the Far East. It depicts various evil, charming and ugly female pillow scenes. It's such an ugly and disgusting painting style. How could the aboriginals of that small island like to see such anti-sexy things? It feels less realistic than the oil painting on the top of the church.
Father, take a look, what does the writing on it mean? Haven't you ever been to that ancient eastern country? "
Watson turned around and glanced at it, and replied: "This album is called "Five Lustful Women". Those colorful colors contain a hint of the power of the cup. It is probably because the paints used in the paintings are mixed with real Cup of blood.
Or maybe the painter was participating in the joy of the cup when painting, and painted these portraits based on the scene at that time, so the painting is also stained with a trace of the power of the cup at that time...useless waste, just used to add interest to mortals. The little toy contains no secret knowledge at all. "
"Oh." When Sebastian heard his father's answer, he suddenly lost all interest. He threw this precious ukiyo-e that was once a craze in the Edo period on the ground and turned to other books.
"An ancient scroll written in Sanskrit... The shaft looks like it was polished from the humerus. The scroll paper is rough and tough. If you look carefully, there are tiny pores... It should be the chest skin of a young man... After all, those two The dark wrinkles are so abrupt and obvious.”
Sebastian came to this conclusion in an instant. He raised the scroll high like a treasure, spread it out to show it to his father, and shouted: "Father, please see if this contains the secret of the moth." When I held this scroll, there seemed to be a vague whisper in my head, as if it was trying to tempt me to peel off my own skin."
"Well, your judgment is absolutely correct. This scroll should contain the third-level secret transmission of moths, which is exactly the knowledge you need now, but -" his father changed the subject, "Compared to the inefficiency of reading documents, The way of understanding is a simpler and more effective method engraved in our blood, which is just a dispensable and unnecessary thing for you. "
"And this document is still written in ancient Sanskrit, which requires a lot of time and energy to be translated... Let's put it back first. After the Crossroads Order has translated it for us, we will come back to retrieve it."
"OK, all right!"
Sebastian readily agreed. After all, the idiosyncratic hunger induced by the skin and bone scroll was no match for his father's words. Over the years, his father had already established an indestructible image of majesty in the young man's heart, as if he was a lighthouse standing on the coastline. , illuminate the way forward for him, guide him in the direction, and when necessary, can turn into a giant anchor to stabilize the ship and help him calm his mind.
The young man resolutely put away the skin and bone scrolls that contained the secrets of his further advancement and continued to search. He then discovered several ancient books that clearly recorded secret knowledge - written in a trembling Greek language. There is a dazzling light hidden in the ancient books; the salty smell of the sea leaks out from the gaps in the thirsty Fucino words; the ancient books written in Aramaic record a certain unknown and tragic love.
He put all the books that really contained secret knowledge back into the glass box and re-wound them with copper wire, but he took away other miscellaneous books that recorded the secrets of the hidden world and the knowledge of animals and plants.
When Sebastian took out a certain plant notebook, a piece of yellowed paper that had been left for an unknown period of time slowly fell from the spine of the book, with a message written on it in beautiful cursive script.
【Come to me——J·C】
"J·C..."
The young man's brows frowned slightly. He seemed to sense an unimaginably huge and terrifying power from the ink mark. This power was as intimidating as a mountain covered with frost and snow. He just touched it gently with his fingertips. As soon as he read the words, he could already feel that his finger bones seemed to be stretched into the cold sea water. The vague coldness had already wrapped around his fingertips and stabbed towards the inside of the finger bones, as if he was trying to kill them. The rude fingers were frozen into ice.
Sebastian was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the paper and shouted in horror: "Father! Father!!! Come and take a look, this note seems to contain extremely terrifying winter power!"
Watson, who was still playing with those ancient swords slowly, turned around and slowly walked towards his newly acquired son.
Ever since he entered the secret library of the Michaelis family, he had not actively searched for the books. He even seemed to have ignored the most obvious glass box, and just looked at the books that had obviously been stored in a hurry. Abandoned tools - because he had already known from the memory fragments of old Michaelis that there were many traps secretly set up in this library, but these traps would only work on outsiders, not on the Michaelis family. The descendants have almost no effect.
So he let his naughty child search everywhere.
Watson first showed the calm and caring image that a good father should have. He gently held his son's fingers that were stained with a thin layer of frost and snow, and secretly spit out the moth's throwing power from his palm, with the intention of directly helping the other party to give up. Remove unnecessary winter phase mana attached to the phalanges.
However, his special moth power, which has always been unfavorable and seems to have a very high priority, seems to have completely lost its effect in the face of this strange winter cold power, allowing him to continue to instill it. The power of abandonment has no effect at all, just like mud sinking into the sea without a trace.
Even the weird winter phase magic power had spread to his palms unknowingly, trying to eat away at his flesh and blood, completely freezing the skin of his palms.
Watson's eyebrows could not help but frown slightly. He had already seen the signature of J·C on the message on the paper, and knew that this was most likely the mysterious person whom Winfrey Morgan asked them to pay special attention to.
He said softly: "Be patient."
Then with a sudden pull, Sebastian's frozen fingers were directly broken off. The fingers that had been soaked in frost were easily broken off with a snap. There was still a trace of frost left in the broken section, making the blood None can flow out.
Watson also dropped the skin on his palm that was completely adhered to the frosty severed finger. The skin that peeled off by itself fell to the ground with the severed finger. Before he could bounce back, he was hit by a big blow that suddenly fell from the sky. His feet were trampled to pieces, and his severed fingers were completely shattered into scarlet ice slag.
At this moment, Sebastian also showed the determination and fierceness cultivated by his father's years of teaching. He took off a short-edged dagger hanging on the wall and put it against his severed finger that still had no trace of the winter chill. , resolutely cut it hard, and cut off the remaining half of the severed finger, completely cutting off the continuous corrosion of the winter phase power.
After the winter power was completely expelled, the nerves that had been dulled by the cold finally began to wake up and began to transmit the pain of rupture to the brain. This turbulent and severe pain surged into my heart, making this person who had never experienced it actually The young man who had fought too much couldn't help but sweat dripping from his forehead.
But that childish face also squeezed out a pale smile at the same time... This abandonment of the pain caused a strange joy to ripple in his heart, and the unknown buzzing in his mind seemed to be louder. The low and chaotic murmurs seem to be telling secrets that no one knows in the depths of the universe. They are so mysterious and beautiful... that young people are attracted to them.
He even began to think about continuing to touch the cold paper and the cold words, so that the bone-chilling cold would continue to stain his body, so that he could continue to throw away those useless limbs easily... Anyway, his father still Being so young and strong, he will definitely be able to continue to extend more bloodlines to the Watson family, and compared to me, who is weak, my father's bloodline with a strong heart is more suitable to remain in this world...
‘Why don’t I just take this opportunity to cut that thing off? ’
‘As long as that thing is gone, I won’t have to worry about being affected by hormones in the future, nor will I have to worry about losing control of cup desire and leaving precious seeds of the Watson family in mortal bodies – what a good plan! ! ! ’
Sebastian's eyes sparkled with idiosyncratic desire. His desire to give up had been increasing day by day over the past few years, especially tonight when it reached a certain peak... although he couldn't tell the difference. The reason for this, but a strong desire for self-destruction arises unconsciously in my heart, and I can't help but want to use self-destruction to relieve some kind of heartache... But why am I heartbroken? Obviously tonight's action is going smoothly, Everything is under my father's plan...
‘Forget it, don’t think about these unnecessary questions, it’s better to cut it first! ! ! ’
The young man tightly held the dagger in his hand that contained a weak edge. He knew that this rough edge would not be able to cut through his own flesh and blood smoothly. Even if it was cut, it would be able to heal easily - it must be done. It is only possible to freeze flesh and blood with the help of that weird winter phase. Only by freezing it and then cutting it and throwing it away can we get a deeper feedback of the power of the principles! ! !
As he thought this, he immediately wanted to throw himself at the paper on the ground.
But in an instant, his father's strong hands had already tightly strangled his throat.
"Relax son, do you remember what I taught you? You must restrain your inferior and heterogeneous hunger, and instead invest this desire and hope into a greater ideal...but you must not get lost in this superficial temptation. , your Cup Root has a greater use, it must be left until the right time to give it up. "
"If you can't even suppress such a simple heterosexual desire, it will be difficult for me, dad, to continue to carry you with me... So, for the sake of the relationship between our father and son, please try your best to restrain these inferior desires. , okay?”
The young man's carotid artery was tightly clasped by those strong fingers, and the flowing blood was blocked in the neck, neither up nor down. His complexion quickly turned as red as blood, and there were ferocious bloodshot streaks in his eyes, and his throat He squirmed and tried to cough violently, but even the struggling cough was suppressed by the big hand.
"Calm down now?"
The boy, whose eyes were about to turn white, quickly blinked his eyelids at a long and short frequency, and responded with Y, which means YES - I already understand!
"Very good." After receiving the boy's confirmed reply, Watson released his fingers and saw five extremely obvious fingerprints appearing on the fragile neck.
The young man knelt on the ground and gasped, a trace of turbid saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. The idiosyncratic desire that had just emerged for no reason had disappeared without a trace in the fear of dying... This made him couldn't help but face it again. My father has the admiration and admiration for me. I am afraid only my father can come up with such a simple, direct and effective way to suppress me... He is indeed my father! I must continue to learn from him! ! !
"Okay, re-seal the glass box and leave it to me. You can leave with the other things and lurk in the city according to the plan we agreed on before."
"Ahem - no problem, dad!" The young man shook his hypoxic head, feeling the dizziness in his head getting more and more serious. He struggled to get up from the ground, and suddenly asked: "Father, please press your button." With this plan, how long will it take for the Crossroads Order to be destroyed?”
Watson slowly withdrew the influence of the moth he had inadvertently released, and replied nonchalantly: "Less than three days."