Chapter 260 The tributaries of fate will converge at the source

Chapter 260 The tributaries of fate will converge at the source

Southwell County, Pulin Port.

At Viscount Steddam's house, Ince Zangwill finally took a hot bath, changed into a new set of clothes, had a delicious dinner, and rested on the warm big bed.

The experience at sea in the past few days has sharpened his mind again. He couldn't help but think of a sentence that Russell once said: "Everything that can't defeat me will make me stronger!"

This is his most real feeling now.

Bang! Bang!

There was a knock on the door, which made Ince Zangwill, who wanted to sleep well until dawn, open his unhappy eyes and a slight chill on his face.

He finally left the bed and went to open the door.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man in his early forties with a protruding belly, eight diamond rings on his ten fingers, and half of his head was bald.

Viscount Steddam was also a nobleman who took him in to live here.

He couldn't be called a kind-hearted person who rescued people in distress, but he just happened to know him and asked for his help.

Under 008's arrangement, he naturally saw me in the street, and then warmly invited me to his home.

"Well, I came to see if you still need anything."

Viscount Steddam smiled shyly, rubbed his hands restlessly, and his eyes were erratic. It was obvious that he came to ask me for help, but he was afraid of his current reputation.

Ince Zangwill said with a stern face: "Is there anything I can help you with? If not, then leave and don't disturb my rest."

"Can I go into the room and talk?"

Ince Zangwill made way and watched his fat and bloated body squeeze into the narrow door. He also muttered that the door was too small and he would replace it tomorrow.

After entering the room, Steddam sat on the chair first, but felt uncomfortable, then got up and sat on the bed, his big butt moved twice, and showed a satisfied smile.

Seeing him defile the bed he had just rested on, Ince Zangwill felt even more uncomfortable.

"Can I tell you now?"

"I know you are a powerful Beyonder, and I also know that you are being hunted down. I invited you to my home because of our past friendship. Of course, I am not a person who likes to repay favors, but I just have something bothering me recently."

Ince Zangwill did not speak, but motioned Viscount Steddam to continue.

Viscount Steddam raised his head slightly, and his right index finger stroked the four diamond rings on his left hand one by one.

"Yesterday evening, I was strolling on the street and happened to see a pretty girl. I was very attracted to her and wanted to invite her to my home, but there was a young man next to her who beat up the person I sent and kicked me to the ground."

"I was entrusted by the Grand Duke to guard this port for so many years, but this is the first time I have been humiliated like this on the street. I am as proud as the Grand Duke, and the honor of the nobles cannot be insulted."

"Of course I can send the garrison at the port to save my face, but this is too laborious. Fortunately, I happened to meet you. I know you have a way to invite the girl to my home and make the young man disappear."

Ince Zangwill listened to him silently, his eyes full of sarcasm.

What about inviting a girl to your home? This is clearly because he is attracted by her beauty.

With such a fat body, he is not afraid of squeezing people flat, thinking about that shiver all day long.

"You should help me with this, right?"

"Do you know the origin of that girl?"

"I don't know. She is not a local, but a foreigner who just came to Southwell County."

A foreigner who just came to Southwell County?

Ince Zangwill subconsciously became alert. Could that girl be a member of the Witch Cult?

When they left Backlund, they were also going to the South Continent. According to the time, they should have arrived in Southwell County before him.

But it's not right. If they were really members of the Witch Cult, this fat pig would have died in bed.

Seeing that Ince Zangwill was hesitant to speak, Viscount Steddam said in a deep voice: "The ferry to the South Continent has been suspended. You need a private ferry to go there, and I can help you do it quietly."

"This condition is very tempting."

"Of course, I have always been very generous to my friends." Viscount Steddam laughed, and the diamond ring on his hand was very dazzling.

"What does that young man look like, and what are his specific characteristics?" Ince Zangwill felt that it was better to be cautious, and asked another question.

Viscount Steddam tried hard to recall, and then he said, "The young man is quite handsome, and there is a little black cat lying on his shoulder."

Little black cat?

Ince Zangwill caught the sensitive word and asked tentatively, "Does he have dazzling blond hair and a Backlund accent?"

"Yes, you know him?"

"Yes, I do."

"Your friend?" Viscount Steddam's face had turned ugly.

"No, we are enemies."

"Hahaha, that's good..."

Viscount Steddam's face eased and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, but before he finished speaking, Ince Zangwill in front of him had already grabbed his throat.

In his unbelievable eyes, strangled to death.

"Why offend him when you can offend anyone else."

Ince Zangwill murmured, glanced at the pile of meat lying on the bed in disgust, and wiped his slightly greasy palms with the quilt.

"Every time I meet him, he always brings misfortune to me. I'd better leave here as soon as possible."

Ince Zangwill sighed helplessly. He just wanted to find a place to take a good rest, but he still encountered something related to Hastur.

As 008 said, fate begins to converge.

If he were a tributary, then Hastur would be the source of his destiny, and he would inevitably be involved in it.

He didn't stay in the room longer, packed up his things, and just turned around to leave through the window.

Viscount Stern, who was lying dead on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and came to life. He stretched out his thick arms and hugged his waist fiercely.

The strength is great, and it is simply not something a living person can exert.

Ince Zangwill felt that his waist was about to be crushed, his face was suffocating, and his heart was about to be ejected from his throat due to the squeeze.

"Requiem!"

He tried to appease the ghost of Viscount Stern, but to no avail.

He quickly opened a portal next to him, trying to summon powerful spiritual creatures to help him get out of trouble.

But the surrounding space seems to be blocked, and his portal cannot attract spiritual creatures.

He had no choice but to reveal his mythical form with all his strength.

The flesh and blood all over his body swelled and squirmed, growing into four arms covered with blood vessels. The arms were soon covered with white feathers.

The powerful force broke free from the restraints at once, and Viscount Stein's body exploded into pieces.

The fierce sound caused a burst of noisy footsteps.

Ince Zangwill, who knew that there were still people watching him secretly, did not dare to end his mythical form.

He could only lie forward, and like a magic wolf, he quickly rushed towards the window, and suddenly jumped onto the roof of the next door.

At the same time, one arm took out 008 from his arms and began to write on his clothes: "Ince Zangwill is very lucky today. His enemies are always in a state of abnormal performance. Because of a momentary mistake, they Let Ince Zangwill escape from this encirclement.”

At this time, the dark night sky suddenly became brighter, and a large fireball fell like a meteor towards the place where Ince Zangwill was.

This was originally his favorite move, but now it was used against him by others!

"The meteor deviated from the course and passed by the lucky Ince Zangwill." 008 wrote such a paragraph again.

The fireball hit Ince Zangwill's right shoulder, and the scorching heat directly scorched his shoulder, and there was a faint aroma of barbecue.

boom!

The fireball hit a room and exploded suddenly.

In the sky, the shadows of fireballs appeared again.

Ince Zangwill's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he hurriedly hid in the spirit world.

The powerful spiritual creature that was previously attracted by 008 only took a few breaths to catch up to Ins Zangwill.

He fled a distance in a panic, and then returned to reality from the spirit world. At the same time, 008 wrote: "Powerful spirit world creatures eventually lost the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill because they were unable to refer to the coordinates of reality."

Returning to reality, Ince Zangwill used 008 to write down relevant sentences that the secret pursuer could not catch up with him.

After doing all this, he was exhausted and ended his severely damaged mythical form.

Just now, in order to get rid of the two powerful spirit world creatures, his mythical form was almost torn to pieces. In the end, he finally managed to escape from the spirit world at the cost of two arms.

In addition, he was injured by the King of the Five Seas before and has been drifting on the sea. If he maintains his mythical form, he will either self-destruct and die, or he will completely lose control and become a monster.

"It should be safe for now, right?"

Ince Zangwill was breathing heavily, as if he was constantly wandering between this life and the next.

"Don't worry, it's safe for the time being, but it's only for the time being."

A voice sounded from in front of him, and Ince Zangwill raised his eyes to look at the person.

A handsome young man with blond hair was looking at him with a smile.

Hastur Campbell!

The nemesis of your own destiny!

008 also cannot arrange the special existence of the script!

He didn't expect that he would meet the other party at this time!