Chapter 280 008: Master, who are we going to kill?
Heh, what does a feather pen know about love? This is clearly a body that can't wait to be covered with the Book of Prophecy. How despicable.
Hasta's mouth curled up in sarcasm, not caring much about 008, who kept jumping in front of him, hoping that he would quickly release it.
The more it was like this, the less anxious Hasta was. Instead, he opened the bronze box first and held the Book of Prophecy that 008 had been thinking about in his palm.
It was indeed very heavy. Hasta estimated that it should be more than 20 kilograms, but the touch of the paper when his fingers touched it was not much different from that of ordinary blank paper.
The paper was white and yellowish. He turned a few pages from the middle. The only difference in the paper was that the edges of each sheet of paper were outlined with light dotted lines, forming a mysterious texture, like a spell, or a symbol representing something.
Hasta started to turn from the beginning again. The first eight pages were already filled with curse words. The originally white and yellowish paper was slightly bloody, and the texture at the edge was as if it was flowing with blood, which was eerie and creepy.
It has a bit of the flavor of Death Note.
008 came over with the pencil case, jumped a few times, and signaled Hastur to quickly untie the restraints on himself. I haven't studied it thoroughly, how can I let you play?
This sounds a bit wrong.
Hastur paused in turning the book, chose to open the pencil case, 008 stood up impatiently, and jumped lightly on the Book of Prophecy.
"Don't write on it casually to communicate with me."
Hastur saw 008's desire to communicate, and took a blank piece of paper to pad the Book of Prophecy.
"Dear master, great master, it turns out that you have always remembered my lifelong event. I thought you had forgotten it. This really touched me!"
008 wrote a paragraph almost in a flash.
Hastur raised his eyebrows and said, "Save your sweet talk to please the Book of Prophecy."
"My kind master, can I stay by its side when I rest at night? I don't want to be separated from it even for a minute or a second. Yes, it also longs to be with me."
"..."
Hasta is now serious. It turns out that 008 is a very colorful feather pen.
"In this matter, I tend to be a person who breaks up the couple. Nothing can better witness love than obstacles, don't you think?"
"..."
This time it was 008's turn to be silent. After a long time, it wrote on the paper again: "Dear master, who are we going to write to death next?"
In order to increase the taste of horror, the words written this time come with blood special effects, and the question mark is replaced by a skull.
Hasta has also thought about this question. For him now, the person he most wants to die is naturally the Grand Duke of Southwell, but it's too early. Wait until he really stands firm before dealing with him.
He thought for a moment and said, "What do you think of your former master, Ince Zangwill?"
"Oh, dear master, Ince Zangwill is my former master, but you want me to take this opportunity to express my loyalty. This is really a devilish idea."
Before Hastur could say anything, 008 continued to write, "This is simply too easy. There is no loyalty between him and me. I even wanted to write him to death many times. Thank you, dear master, for giving me the opportunity to realize my wish."
Hasta deliberately said, "Will you treat me, your former master, like this in front of your new master one day?"
"... Master, you are simply a devil who is good at playing with people's hearts. I am just a slightly different feather pen. Whoever holds me can write the corresponding destiny arrangement and then it will take effect."
"Are you avoiding the important issues?"
"Woo woo woo... Master, I only offer my loyalty to you. They can only occupy my body at most, and only you are qualified to occupy my soul."
"..."
Hasta did not play with 008 anymore. He held 008 and prepared to start writing the fate of Ince Zangwill.
This action was interrupted by 008, who asked Hastur to let go of his hand. He only needed to dictate the content, and it could arrange the fate of Ince Zangwill on his behalf.
In this way, when Ince Zangwill died, Hastur would not need to waste some blood for it.
Because in the judgment of the Book of Prophecy, 008, who dominated the feather pen to write the fate, was its holder, and 008 had no concept of blood and lifespan.
Is this a bug?
Hastur smiled and agreed to 008's suggestion. After thinking for a while, he dictated the arrangement of Ince Zangwill.
He did not intend to deal with Ince Zangwill himself, but wanted Klein and Leonard to deal with him.
Now Ince Zangwill has fallen into complete madness. As long as they find the right method, Klein and Leonard can deal with Ince Zangwill and avenge Tingen's hatred.
As for the place of Ince Zangwill's death, it was arranged in the dense forest under the moonlight.
This was the final fate of Ince Zangwill that he had seen.
...
In Beslin City, Derby Augustus could no longer endure this miserable life.
He was so unlucky recently. Even drinking water almost cost him his life, not to mention going out for a stroll. The carriages on the road always rushed towards him without regard for their lives.
It was like a vicious dog that had been hungry for a week, and suddenly smelled the fragrance of bones, and rushed up to chew them in a hurry.
He also went to the local church to have a look, but the priest here could not solve his problem at all. Even when he opened the door and went out, the big bell hanging from the top of the bell tower fell down.
Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise he would definitely die on the spot.
He was acclimatized, evil spirits were at work, or someone was secretly cursing him.
None of this is important now, he is going back to Backlund, today!
He didn't want to stay in this hellish place even for a moment!
Before leaving, he communicated once more with the attendant he sent to Hastur.
The letter said: That Earl Hastur Campbell has been staying in the castle, living a life of luxury and indulgence every day, and does not care about other things at all.
Seeing this, Debi Augustus no longer hesitated and immediately asked people to pack their bags and prepare to stay away from here.
When he went out, he asked his attendants to surround him from all sides, and also sent people to explore the way ahead to prevent anything bad from happening again.
But tragedy still happened. On the way to the steam train station in his carriage, the horse suddenly frightened and ran around, almost flipping him and the carriage to the ground.
Fortunately, after this period of experience, he has learned the thirty-five rules on how to protect himself in times of danger.
But before he could be happy for too long, a crazy man ran out of the dense forest, covered in stench, and came to him, easily taking care of the attendants around him.
He kept chanting: "Backlund, Backlund..."
Debi Augustus prayed to the other party to let him go, saying that he could take him to Backlund. Perhaps his begging and kneeling down worked, and the lunatic chose to spare his life and then followed him. around.
With no choice but to take this crazy man with him, he boarded the steam train back to Backlund.
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Backlund, the crimson moon was shining high at night. After enjoying dinner at home, Klein felt for some reason that Ince Zangwill might return to Backlund.
He made an excuse that he had eaten too much tonight, and went to the bathroom under Benson's puzzled gaze. He walked four steps backward and arrived above the gray mist.
As before, Klein once again used divination to find the whereabouts of Ince Zangwill.
This time, the fog surrounding Ince Zangwill dissipated, and Ince Zangwill’s current whereabouts were clearly visible.
He was dressed in desolate clothes and was on the steam train returning to Backlund!
After confirming again, Klein left the gray mist, walked out of the bathroom, and went to contact Leonard first on the grounds that he needed to work overtime temporarily.
The Brave Bar has now become Leonard's favorite, and he often comes here to relax in his free time at night.
When Klein came and explained their purpose, the two people left the bar and went to St. Samuel's Church, preparing to inform the church about the incident so that Ince Zangwill would not escape again.
On the way, Leonard curiously asked Klein why the divination was so clear this time.
Klein showed a thoughtful expression and said, "I have also thought about this issue and think there are two possibilities."
"The first possibility is that Ince Zangwill has now lost the ability to resist divination, so my divination this time can accurately find him."
"The second possibility is that someone is planning something secretly. For example, this is a trap directed and staged by Ince Zangwill."
Leonard followed this train of thought and thought for a while: "Is there someone secretly helping us?"
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I really can't find a reason for Ince Zangwill to return to Backlund again."
While the two were thinking and discussing, they came to St. Samuel's Church.
Regarding the incident of Ince Zangwill, the church paid special attention to it this time and even sent two bishops to lead a red glove team.
They blocked Backlund's train platform overnight and set up a heavy siege.
When the steam train coming from South Wales was about to arrive at the terminal, the madman next to Derby Augustus on the car seemed to be greatly stimulated, shouting who I am, where I am, etc., Then he broke the door and fled into the jungle.