In the evening, under the assignment of Spencer, the castle steward, Megan, the head lady in charge of the castle affairs, arranged for the palace servants to take Lucian, who was thinking about an escape route in the room, to bathe and dress up.
Lucian sat expressionlessly in front of the carved mirror, allowing the maids to apply a balm on his face that was said to make his skin softer and smoother.
He thought that after he escaped from here, he didn't want to see such things for at least three years.
While he was decorating, the butler Spencer and the head maid Megan came here. After Spencer confirmed Lucian's condition, he talked to Megan outside the door. From their conversation, Lucian learned that Wade would be back around tomorrow evening.
… So he will have to be washed and wiped like this again tomorrow.
The maid was still concentrating on smoothing Lucian's long silver hair - in fact, it was not necessary to be so troublesome, even without care, the white hair would fall down like frost in the cold moon.
Lucian heard Megan lower her voice.
"I heard that tomorrow at noon, at the lunch at Cecil Manor, the daughter of the Green family, a countess..."
Countess
Megan's voice was very low, but this did not affect the transmission of information in Lucian's brain.
—So-called political marriage
He tried hard to recall the original storyline, and it seemed that there really was such a Countess named Green, who was chosen by the Cecil family as the future bride for Wade. But obviously, he was unsuccessful.
"His Majesty the Emperor will take care of everything." The butler said kindly.
The two chatted for a few minutes and then left. Lucian was also sent back to his room by the maids.
The door was closed, and the world returned to silence. Lucian also opened his eyes in the darkness.
He took a last look at the empty bed that belonged to Wade, bent down, opened the mechanism in the fireplace, and went into the secret passage.
The secret passage was wide enough for one person to walk through, but the entrance was narrow and one had to crawl in. Lucian walked carefully in the secret passage. The castle was extremely quiet at night. There were guards patrolling in the corridor separated by a wall, some of whom were highly skilled in martial arts and had sharp hearing.
He didn't want to create any ghost rumors and cause more trouble.
Finally, he arrived at Vader's study.
Lucian quietly opened the secret door as he did last time and crawled out of the closet in the study. The furnishings in the study were the same as last time. Wade didn't like people entering his study.
The study room was dark at night, and the rows of bookshelves looked like mouths ready to devour anyone. Fortunately, it was a full moon today, and the pale moonlight shone through the gauze curtains and onto the bookshelves.
The light in the room was limited, but Lucian didn't dare to turn on the lights. In the garden outside the window, there would also be guards patrolling in the middle of the night.
He suppressed his heartbeat and came to the bookshelf of magic machinery. He opened the cabinet door lightly and took down the book he needed to read. The ancient characters and drawings, which were already obscure and difficult to understand, became even more difficult to recognize under the dim moonlight. Lucian held his breath and read page by page.
Magical machinery.
Spell circuit.
Seal... Imprison... Magic!
He finally found the row related to the manufacture of sealing anklets!
There were thirty or forty books in that row, all with drawings of various sizes. I really didn't know where Wade got all this information from. There was also a book called "Non-innate Succubus Physiological Knowledge" that obviously shouldn't be here. Lucian twitched his lips, passed his finger over it, and pointed to the next book...
Then, there was a sudden loud commotion in the corridor outside the house!
"emperor… "
"The Emperor is back!"
"Meet the assassin... at the palace gate!!"
"Doctor!! Go find a doctor!!"
Footsteps, running, screams, the voice of Spencer, the butler...
Vader is back
Why did he come back early
From all the words, Lucian only extracted this useful information. Lucian's heart was beating wildly, and unexpected surprise and fear surged into his heart.
He glanced unwillingly at the line of victory so close to him, bit his lip, and felt a little unwilling.
Despite this, he still recovered as quickly as possible and got back into the secret passage.
He must not let Wade find this secret passage! He must not let Wade find out that he was secretly looking for the anklet blueprint in the study!
No one was paying attention to the corridor, so Lucian ran in the secret passage as fast as he could. When he got out of the secret passage, his sole stepped on something, but Lucian had no time to care.
It was not until he restored the fireplace mechanism in a cold sweat and threw himself on the sofa that he discovered the source of the pain.
He was scratched on the sole of his foot by a raised stone brick. After he relaxed, blood was oozing out of the wound.
…
The butler saw Wade, who had unexpectedly returned to the palace early, at the palace gate.
Just one glance and every cell in his body was screaming to escape.
That is a kind of fear that goes deep into the bones and comes from the instinct of all living things.
The young man under the moonlight was still wearing black clothes, but half of his face was covered by a bone "mask". The mask was cold and strange, with dark magic patterns all over the edges, as strange and gorgeous as a blood-sucking vine in a grave. The ominous scarlet eyes that once made people afraid to look at them have now turned into inorganic silver - that inorganic feeling reminds people of the almighty god of death.
The god of death, with blood dripping all over his body and filled with a dark and deathly aura.
His finger joints were protruding, and the slender and sharp bones seemed to be separated from the outside world by only a thin layer of skin and could protrude at any time. This sickly and gorgeous hand was now placed on top of a person's head.
The bloody figure looked up at him in despair.
"From the woods outside the city until now, he is still alive. But that's fine, let those people see the fate of the colluder." Death said slowly, "Should I praise your tenacious vitality or admire your stupidity? Garcia Rhine, the Duke of Rhine's... nephew."
A gurgling sound came from the humanoid's mouth.
"In order to kill me, you did not hesitate to bring nearly a hundred demons into the outskirts of the royal city. As a human, you are indeed very capable, but unfortunately your brain is not very good." said the God of Death.
The final scream came out from the humanoid's mouth, "... You monster! Undead... No, you are not undead, you are not anything..."
"I am more than any living or dead being." The silver eyes looked at him coldly, "Now, die."
At that moment, the moonlit night around the god of death seemed to have turned into an independent space in an instant. Something unidentifiable blocked the entire space, and the god of death issued an order in this area, and "death" became the rule of everything.
The scarlet figure raised his hands, unable to control himself, and finally...
He strangled himself to death with his bare hands, with a strength and determination that no ordinary person could achieve.
"I will obey...your orders." The scarlet figure grinned with a bright and twisted smile, "It is my honor to die for you."
These were his last words in this world.
"Gudong!"
No one dared to watch this scene, and several guards were trembling and leaning against the wall. A maid who happened to pass by here was so scared that she fainted and lay on the ground with her body twisted.
Compared to the blood-red humanoid figure... what they feared more was the emperor in front of them who looked like the god of death!
Is that really a human being... any kind of living being in the world
In stark contrast to them was Vader's indifferent expression. He looked at the death before his eyes, but he didn't even have any expression that could be called "excited", like a cold tombstone, without any reaction.
Like it was just an extremely mundane gray scene.
The pale moon in the sky finally closed its last little mouth. The light of the full moon was released from the dark clouds and fell on his blood-stained sleeves - the young man's black dress was almost soaked in scarlet. Thinking of the nearly one hundred demons he just mentioned...
It is hard to imagine what kind of fighting he had just experienced outside the city.
Even the full moon was faintly tinged with red.
As everyone was trembling and afraid to look directly at him, Vader's silver eyes casually swept over them - it was like looking at a group of colorless, cold gray pictures.
Then he took a step, his black boots making a crisp sound on the stone bricks, and walked into the castle step by step.
It was not until long after he left that the guards could be heard falling to the ground. There was even water flowing out from under one guard, who was so scared that he wet his pants.
That kind of indifferent taking of life is simply not something that any living creature can do, not even the most terrifying undead race.
The feeling of him issuing the "Word of Death" is almost the same as that of a god!
Butler Spencer's lips trembled, and he heard the sound of his heart hitting his chest. The last time he felt this was when he was young, fighting for merit and falling on the battlefield between humans and demons... He curled up among the corpses, pretending to be a dead soldier, listening to a group of demons looking for living enemies, walking around above their heads.
But the fear at this moment was greater than ever before, because when Wade gave the order to die, he didn't even have the killing intent in his heart.
Vader can take anyone's life at any time. It has nothing to do with mood or reason, it's just Vader's randomness.
He didn't kill them simply because taking their lives and enjoying their pain was boring in itself.
Not far away, there was the sound of women's teeth chattering. Butler Spencer turned around and unexpectedly found that it was Lilith who had finally arrived here after leaving the palace with Wade. The bone mask on Lilith's face had not yet faded, and there were traces of long knife scratches on the corners of her clothes. It seemed that she had just encountered that attack with Wade in the suburbs.
Lilith was like many undeads, usually cold and emotionless, like a fake person. But now, her pale face was flushed by the killing, her breathing was rapid, and her silver eyes were surprisingly bright with joy, as if she had not yet recovered from the bloodshed before.
Only her nails digging into her palms and her trembling shoulders showed that she was trying her best to restrain her aroused desire to kill, and she was almost on the verge of being unable to control herself.
Being addicted to killing and indulging in blood and war is the fate of the undead.
-Although most of the deaths of the attackers just now were caused by Wade alone.
"… The king had a conflict with the Cecil family and returned to the palace early. On the way, he encountered an ambush." She said in a hoarse voice, "After the king turned into a dead soul, he defeated them, caught the mastermind behind the incident, and paraded him on the back of a carriage."
"Are you... okay?" the butler asked carefully. He looked at Lilith who was trying her best to restrain herself.
Lilith shook her head and said, "Today is a full moon. A full moon is when the undead have the strongest desire to kill... I will restrain myself. But the king..."
She whispered, "His calmness after becoming a dead spirit really scares me. He killed almost all of the enemies, but..."
His reaction, however, was just like harvesting lives in an emotionless and boring manner.
That is not the Supreme Undead, but... the God of Death!
Lilith recalled the scenes in the suburbs, and her body began to shiver with excitement again.
"I will find a basement to lock myself up in." Lilith avoided looking at the full moon and said, "I need a lot of cold water to calm myself down. As for the king..."
"Although his reaction... Until he stops transforming into a dead spirit, don't get close to him." Lilith said, "I hope there is no blood moon tonight."
"Blood moon?"
"The killing intent under the superposition of the blood moon will make any undead race lose control and be dominated by their own instincts and bloodlust. The higher the level of the undead race, the higher the resonance will be with the blood moon. Especially... just now, Wang experienced such a battle. Although he didn't look abnormal. But... maybe it's just that these prey are not satisfactory. Sometimes, a high-level prey is enough to offset tens of thousands of inferior prey..." Lilith began to tremble again, her voice became more and more hoarse, her mind was scattered, as if she was mumbling to herself, "Even as a bystander, I have already... I have to go, sorry."
Butler Spencer nodded and watched Lilith disappear into the darkness.
Vader lay in the bathtub, his silver eyes looking at the sky indifferently.
After becoming a dead spirit, he really felt like he had become another being. With another set of logic, another way of thinking, immersed in another world...
exist.
The light of the full moon fell on him, with a faint ominous red.
grey.
He thought.
The world that the Undead see is only black, white, gray, and the scarlet blood of their enemies. Now the world reflected in his eyes is only gray.
To him, the dark red blood was just gray.
All the death, all the corpses, all the taking of life... is grey and inorganic.
He suddenly thought of a pair of wine-red eyes.
At that moment, his body unconsciously...
He trembled with excitement.
Wade came out of the bathtub. He put on his pajamas and walked in one direction. The full moonlight reflected on the back of his neck, and the pale color had turned into blood red.
It was a... blood moon!