Chapter 314 Roundtable Conference

Chapter 314 Roundtable Conference

Emma looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a dark suit sitting at the head of a round table that could accommodate thirteen people.

He was wearing a black round-brimmed woolen hat, with a wide round brim that slightly drooped over his forehead. Four servants with deformed flowers growing on their heads were standing silently behind him.

But his face looked quite young, and there was a kind of clear stupidity in his eyes, so that the smile of pretending to be confident seemed a little funny, as if a child put on his parents' clothes and thought he had grown up.

"You said you are John's son... John is only in his twenties, how could he have a son as old as you?!"

Emma was suspicious and sarcastic: "Could it be that John was able to get the neighbor's big sister pregnant when he was ten years old?"

And the little brat who called himself John's son just turned his head and looked at Emma, ​​his light brown eyes seemed to tremble slightly.

Emma seemed to have some kind of hallucination in a trance - she seemed to see the man's eyes suddenly bulge out, as if two fist-sized multi-faceted obsidian stones were embedded in his eye sockets, and a very familiar cold light in the depths of the black gemstones disappeared in an instant.

She couldn't help trembling all over, and the bone spurs deep in her skull began to buzz. This purely physical vibration was mixed with indescribable weird roars. This mottled and mixed noise was like twisted iron nails dancing and shaking wildly in her brain, and the great pain that was difficult to describe in words reverberated in her skull.

Emma's face turned pale as snow in an instant, and the crazy cold sweat wet her clothes. She covered her head in pain but couldn't even scream.

The young Watson just maintained a faint smile and gently reminded: "Miss Emma, ​​please be careful with your words. Although my father's body has been imprisoned in the mental hospital under the Anti-Suppression Bureau, his spirit is always with us."

"My father himself is also watching this meeting all the time."

Sebastian slowly took off his woolen hat, revealing his short light brown hair that was obviously of a different bloodline from John's. However, what really caught people's attention was the boy's broad forehead!

On the broad, even and protruding forehead that was evaluated by the ancient Eastern magicians as a full forehead, there was an abnormally large round flesh pupil, like a deformed and twisted tumor as big as a fist!

Dark and twisted blood vessels were clearly visible between the tumor and the boy's forehead, but for some reason it gave people the impression that it had been struck by lightning, and there were traces of burns on the blood vessels flowing with madness and disorder.

At this moment, the deformed and huge round pupils on the boy's forehead were staring at Emma who was talking nonsense. The darkness in the pupils was deeper than the darkest night, and the indifference in the eyes was colder than the ice in the polar regions.

Emma shuddered suddenly, and the pain in her head seemed to sense her inner fear and stopped contentedly.

She was still frightened and there was still fear in her eyes, but she still lowered her head reluctantly to avoid the terrible gaze.

But she murmured in her heart: "What do you say that the spirit is with us... I didn't expect John to like these weird things."

As soon as she said this, Emma regretted it a little... But fortunately, the bone spurs in her brain seemed unable to sense her dissatisfaction in her heart and did not start the violent vibration again.

Nello witnessed the dispute between Emma and the commander's son, but he did not speak in favor of either side. He just listened and ate silently until Emma closed her foul mouth due to fear and pain at that moment. He slowly put down the silver fork in his hand, but did not put down the knife in his hand.

He turned the blade towards his belly, cut open his belly without hesitation, and took out the blood-stained box hidden in the empty space of the body cavity. The ebony box faintly felt like a heartbeat, and a strange sweet and fragrant bloody smell was steaming.

"Commander Watson, this is the memory you entrusted to me. I have never dared to forget your instructions and trust, and have been hiding and protecting it... Now it's time to return it to you."

Sebastian smiled and took the ebony box, which was still boiling with blood. The deformed round pupils on his forehead finally shifted their target and looked at Nello, who was sitting upright. The coldness and indifference in the depths of his pupils seemed to fade a little, and trembled slightly as if expressing approval.

The young man felt the buzzing in his head and nodded slightly in understanding. His father's bird body, which had been abandoned, had been destroyed in the thunder of Winfreys's rage. Fortunately, his father had thrown away the redundant and useless flesh and blood in time, retaining the most important eyeballs. He even fell into the weeds by the river under the cover of night and hid there. Only then could he pick up his father's incarnation when all the people from the Anti-Suppression Bureau rushed into the Crossroads Hospital.

And without the body that had not completely abandoned its flesh and blood, his father's left eye had to parasitize in his body and absorb his flesh and blood to supply vitality. This was not an obligation that everyone could enjoy. The mortal blood and the flesh and blood of those inferior mothmen could not provide enough nutrients at all, just like a desert wasteland with no grass growing.

Only I, who have the same blood as my father, can provide my own flesh and blood for my father's pupils! This is my honor and my mission!

Because of his parasitic relationship with his father's eyes, he now has a spiritual connection with his father, and his father's words echo in his mind, allowing him to listen to his teachings at all times.

Sebastian took the sweet and fragrant ebony box and said with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Nero! Thank you for your support to the death! Father will never betray your loyalty and trust."

"By the way, are you satisfied with tonight's meat? These are ingredients carefully selected by my father and cooked by me myself. I hope they are to your liking."

Hearing this, Nello once again looked at the dazzling sumptuous dishes on the table. He was also a secret messenger who also practiced sword skills. His facial features were as sharp as sharp blades. Naturally, he had already caught a glimpse of the plump and meaty lamb tripe. The pieces of meat inside that have not been chopped into enough pieces - this dish is supposed to involve emptying the sheep's stomach first, then filling it with minced sheep offal and seasonings, and then boiling it until the stomach swells.

This meat-stuffed lamb tripe made by Chief Watson's son obviously uses another unique and delicious ingredient.

Moreover, the ingredients are selected with great care. Even the incompletely minced pieces of meat that appear to be defects of cooking errors actually contain some kind of careful design.

That was a small thought that only Nero Bacchus could understand - a long piece of meat hidden in a sauce-colored stomach pouch, with a faintly visible tattoo next to the dark protrusion that even the pickling sauce could not hide.

It was a series of slightly faded lilac letters - Bacchus.

It may refer to the tough quarantine at a certain slaughterhouse, or it may be a special sign that a customer has reserved in advance, or it may be the last name of the ingredient seller.

Nello Bacchus's face was filled with a smile of pleasure and hatred. He first took the needle and thread handed over by the slave with flowers on his face, and sewed his own scars with one hand according to the commander's teachings on the battlefield.

At the same time, he held the silver fork in his other hand, stabbed the offal flesh and blood in the meat-stuffed sheep belly, put it into his mouth, and chewed it hungrily.

The spicy and sweet taste dances between the lips and teeth, and the regrets and hatreds of childhood seem to disappear due to this ultimate taste bud perfection.

Perhaps this is the charm of food. The delicious and delicious taste can even heal the long-standing pain in people's hearts, and can even persuade people to let go of their inner hatred and resentment... Mother, you can rest in peace. Sir Watson has passed away. Solve everything that cannot be described in detail for you!

He praised from the bottom of his heart: "Well, it tastes very good! The spiciness is mixed with a hint of sweetness, which not only neutralizes the fishy smell of the internal organs, but also retains the original flavor of the ingredients... It is really delicious!!!"

Nello frantically inserted the thick meat into his mouth and stuffed it all into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging high, but he could still speak clearly: "Please express my sincere gratitude to Chief Watson for me, and also thank you." …Master Sebastian, your cooking skills are really excellent!”

A bright and ferocious smile broke out on the young man's face, his serrated fangs pierced with joy, and the tip of his tongue split and forked with joy.

"You are overestimating me. I have to keep working hard. I am planning to develop my career as a chef. I hope that one day I can search for the rarest and most delicious ingredients in the world and hold a real meat feast for everyone."

Emma looked at the other two people who obviously had something to hide from her. She hesitated to speak but in the end she smacked her lips and said nothing.

Clovette, who was sleeping, also woke up at this time. She could vaguely sense the outside world through her sister. When she saw the big table of sumptuous dishes in front of her, she shouted happily, "Sister, sister, sister." , Why don’t you wake me up when you eat something delicious? Come on, let me try the steak tartare in front of you! It looks like the signature dish at the Rules restaurant that John took me to!”

Emma was just about to reply to her greedy sister in her heart, but she didn't expect that the young man who had revealed his ferocious appearance without any concealment suddenly turned his head to look at her and said with a smile: "This must be Crowley. Miss Te, my father often mentioned you to me before. He often praised your sweet smile for the power to make people laugh. Every time he saw your smile, his father seemed to be infected and felt much more relaxed and happy. "

"Hey! Sister, who is this scary-looking person? How did he know that I was hiding in my sister's body? And he also said that his father had seen me. Who is his father?"

Emma replied angrily in her heart: "John Watson, his father is John Watson."

Crowett exclaimed: "Scared?! Does Mr. John actually have such an old son? Mr. John looks so young, you can't tell it at all!"

"Wait a minute, why did Mr. John's son invite us to a dinner party? Why is Mr. Nello there... Is this a banquet between good friends? But why isn't Mr. John there?!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point!" Emma interrupted the chatter in her head, and also interrupted Watson's son's praise of Crovette.

She asked bluntly: "Didn't you tell us to come to discuss the establishment of a religious order?"

"Then we, no, what kind of religious order does John want to create to adhere to, and which Sichen should be worshiped in the religious order?"

"No, no, no, Ms. Emma, ​​you have misunderstood." Sebastian shook his head slowly, "Father does not intend to worship any Si Chen, nor will he restrict worship to fixed principles."

"Human beings should be born free, even if our actions must be bound by the laws and rules established by superiors due to differences in birth circumstances."

"But at least our thoughts should be free and unfettered. We should put aside the burdens that hinder our thinking and focus on pursuing the truth of the world!"

"Therefore, my father does not intend to establish a religious order. My father is not willing to bind you with false beliefs. My father hopes that we can unite with each other into a loose but united group. The relationship between us is more like collaborators. Not superior or subordinate.”

"My father hopes that we can establish a secret gathering club. We agree to gather at a fixed time every week to discuss the recent gains, future prospects, and the fate of London."

"However, my father will not stop you two from establishing their own religious orders. For example, Mr. Nello, you can create the Blade Order that worships Sichen, the hero of struggle and conquest. My father will do his best to support you. Your job will provide you with advanced weapon blueprints and military knowledge to help you form a military team capable of overturning London."

"As for Miss Emma, ​​although you should be the most suitable to continue to reappear the Crossroads Order, my father can also understand the ideals of you and Miss Crovette, and knows that both of you dream of ending this state of symbiosis between two souls. So, My father is also willing to support you in establishing a religious order that pursues the separation and separation of Sichen, and is willing to provide you and Miss Crowett with any assistance you need. He only needs you to occasionally provide certain help to other club members, such as Ask for the power of the twins, such as providing the fruit of the copper pear... we will help each other."

Emma completely understood the subtext of this, "That is, let the two of us create the cult to attract the firepower of the Anti-Suppression Bureau on the surface, while John hides behind the scenes alone, right?"

"Tch, doesn't he just want to push us onto the table and use him as a target, while he hides behind and enjoys the benefits!"

Sebastian explained painstakingly: "Miss Emma, ​​how can you understand so much? You have to think about the good side."

"Our club is a united and friendly group. We help each other and provide everyone with any assistance they need. This is a new form of dynamic esoteric society!"

"Moreover, Miss Emma... do you really think you have the right to reject my father?" A particularly hypocritical smile suddenly appeared on Sebastian's face, and the deformed round pupils on his forehead also stared at him. Twin girls who are ignorant of the world and think they have true temperament.

Emma suddenly shuddered with fear, but she still said stubbornly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to continue arguing with you, a little brat, about these meaningless contents. Anyway, Nello and I are both thinking now. There is a time bomb left by John, so you two can do whatever you want."

"So, what is the name of our so-called new esoteric society club?"