Compared to his previous nightmare, Lumian could now "see" more clearly. The dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window looked about 70% similar to Count Puyfer.
As he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles on his face moved and his contours changed, instantly becoming exactly like Lumian.
It is exactly the same as Lumian Lee from Cordu Village, not the current Charles Dubois!
When the dark red-haired man with Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian felt a sharp pain in his eye sockets and his vision went black.
At the same time, he heard a crazy laugh of "Hahahaha", which infected him and made him want to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodthirstiness.
Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly warm, and pure madness flooded into his mind.
The irritability, violence and bloodthirstiness that came from nowhere were immediately expelled from his body, and the crazy laughter of "Hahaha" disappeared in an instant.
Lumian's vision returned to normal, and he saw the novelist Arnoldi sitting opposite him and Count Puifur sitting to the side.
With smiles on their faces, they watched other participants choose their king cakes, completely unaware of the unusual changes that had occurred in Lumian.
Lumian counted the missing king cakes and glanced at Laurent who was choosing. He found that only a few seconds had passed, but it felt like an entire hour to him.
"No wonder Thermiporos asked you to change your pie next time. If you lose control, His performance will be very bad...
"That doesn't seem to be the essence of the Soran family's King Cake game...
At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind:
"Who told him to speak?"
"You really want to kiss this guy with bad breath. You can't accept it even if it's Maren..."
pS: I’m sorry, I forgot the timer, haha.
Count Wen Yuezhuang became even more confused. My sight kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through my mind:
"His task is to give a kiss to someone present, and the object is..."
Count Lumian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared at Ellette's face, wishing he could dig out every piece of flesh and blood and examine it carefully.
I fixed my gaze on Arlis, the only person besides the guests present who did not have the blood of the Soran family.
For some reason, all the participants, including Count Lumian and Sister Alice, felt an urge to disobey Ciel's orders.
"You're a pig! Why am I reminding you today? Knowing that there's no Blood Emperor's aura beneath you, are you choosing to be mute out of fear of being invaded by this crazy spirit
I quickly looked around and said with a smile:
After saying that, I took a graceful bite of the king cake in my hand, then took a few more bites, my expression gradually becoming confused and panicked.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Or, has no one else ever been contaminated by the underground?"
At that moment, a sharp, terrified scream was heard from somewhere in the castle.
Count Lumian smiled and looked around and said:
The trembling spirit tried to retreat into Ilett's body, but was intimidated by the hidden warm and strong aura of Tudor. It never dared to land and could only circle below the living room, like a vulture that wanted to hunt a corpse but was afraid of its natural enemies in the distance.
"From now on, you are not their king, or, they are more disgusted by calling you emperor?"
Elite smiled and pressed his left hand, signaling everyone to stop sitting.
If it really didn't show any signs of invading with the weak aura of the "Blood Emperor", or if it brought other bad changes, Wen Yuezhuang would choose to "teleport" away directly.
Do you have this gold coin
Although it did not try to invade the body of anyone present, everyone became less agitated under its influence, and their emotions showed signs of stabilizing.
There was a brief silence before a guest whistled and the others started to boo.
"Xiaojia can't finish eating. Whoever eats this gold coin will be the king today."
Arnold seemed to be concerned and laughed:
"Is it that the Soran family has no ordinary way to preserve the spirits of the lower-ranking people, and it has accumulated from generation to generation, or is it that this Fomonda Soran is not actually dead, or is it that the ordinary characteristics I left behind are too slightly polluted, and the Soran family wants to use that method to eliminate it bit by bit? But it has been two or eight hundred years!
“No low-ranking person from the ‘Hunter’ path is present
Still have this gold coin
I immediately spat the thing into my right palm, and it turned out to be a 10-fil gold coin.
"If such a crazy and bloody spirit really took over your body and eroded your mind, you might lose control on the spot. Special people are almost impossible to go crazy. How did Count Wen Yuezhuang survive? At most, I look abnormal, and I have been a king many times in my life...
My subconscious mind wanted to refute in a joking tone, but then I remembered that once the occult game was truly over, I would be able to obey the king's orders, otherwise I would end up in a very miserable situation.
"You commanded him to give eighty thousand filgolds worth of gold."
Seeing that Count Lumian really offered him a gold bar worth 80,000 Fel gold, Elaite was filled with regret:
But now it seems that this crazy and cruel spirit has no rationality at all. It is difficult to retreat and think. It is unable to distinguish what specific effect Wen Yuezhuangta Tuduo's breath can produce. It only knows to fear instinctively.
Elos shuddered and instinctively closed her mouth.
Relying on the ability of the "Mendicant Monk", he suppressed the emotional fluctuations caused by the aura of the "Blood Emperor" in his body. He vaguely sensed that there was a strange, crazy, bloody and cruel spirit wandering in the void above his head.
I turned to look at the great novelist Eros:
Outside, the poet Arnold, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles Dubois, stood up with a serious look, placed his hand on his chest, and saluted:
"Oh, finally there is no new king. You are tired of seeing Lumian every time. I just want to come up with bad prank ideas."
Count Lumian looked at the other participants in astonishment, his confidence that everything was under control completely gone.
Wen Yuezhuang was in a state of high tension, always paying attention to the crazy spirit hovering in the air.
"Yes, it's possible! You are the one who is most like our ancestor!"
Of course, I also know that my “Blood Emperor” aura is just an empty shell. If this spirit really wants to retreat into my body, I have no way to stop it. I can only hope that Mr. Fool’s seal can be activated and produce a certain effect.
"Then this could be an illegitimate child of some family member, right
“It’s possible!
"You can feel his stiffness, Wen Yuezhuang, cheer up, don't act like a country bumpkin who has seen the world."
Eloise stood up willingly, muttering:
Others, either violating the spirit of the game or being influenced by the throbbing outside of their hearts, also stood up and saluted in their own way:
I left the small living room, and while everyone was waiting quietly, I went down to a certain floor of the castle's main building and took out five heavy gold bars from outside the safe.
"Yes, your Majesty the Emperor!"
"Where did that crazy spirit come from? It's been 2800 years, why is it still there
I finally resisted the urge.
"Well, that crazy spirit has been wandering around the top of my head. Will it go in quickly before it falls or change its target or create other abnormalities?"
To me, eighty thousand fergin is a small sum.
Eros, the great novelist who usually hated joking but also enjoyed being joked with, became hot-faced when he heard Arnold's teasing, and seemed to want to pick up the knife under the table and hit the other person.
Eros, Maren, Anoli and others selected the king cakes one by one, leaving only the one for Fomonda Soren on the plate.
I then looked at Count Lumian, raised my chin slightly and said:
Count Lumian gritted his teeth, stood up and said:
Although Alice was puzzled by his cousin's panicked and fierce look as if he wanted to tear him to pieces, he still ate a few bites of the king cake.
"The problem now is how to bring the gold back. It's unusual to play similar games. Even if I receive 80,000 Fel Gold in person, I have to return it in private. Otherwise, I will severely offend Count Lumian... Not yet. How are you going to explain to Gardner Martin that you are the king, but nothing happened?" While thinking, Elette put the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides.
“Your poet.”
Elite believed that as this crazy atmosphere left and dissipated, as the game progressed, the participants would become more and more irritable, more angry, and more bloodthirsty.
Despite this repulsion, I obeyed the order and kissed Anoli hard on the lips.
Of course, it was just a throbbing, a throbbing caused by both words and momentum.
That was the first time I was ordered around outside of a King Cake game.
When Wen Yuezhuang looked at these ugly men expectantly, Elaite pointed at the poet Arnold who had just taken a puff of his cigarette:
"Gardner Martin's purpose is not to confirm the status of Vermonda...
"Come on, come and dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! Let's see who is crazy, or Puifta Tudor!" The emotionally unstable Elate sneered in his heart.
Count Lumian was stunned for a moment, with simple emotions churning in his heart.
The great novelist Eloise laughed:
“Yes, even if not, you are more like this ancestor!
"Lumian used his own blood and simplified rituals to summon the remaining spirit of his ancestors, allowing it to retreat into the body of the person who ate the marker and became the king...
Elite watched and listened with expression, paying a small amount of attention to the swirling crazy spirit.
Elaite picked up the gold coin and glanced at Eros with icy eyes:
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Elite managed to control the influence of the "Blood Emperor"'s aura with difficulty. He only felt that the crazy spirit above his head was circling slower and slower, and seemed to be getting more and more irritable and violent.
All the participants in the King Cake Game were unaware that there was a spirit of madness staring fiercely at them from below, and they picked their King Cakes with a chuckle.
Unexpectedly, my teeth hit something soft and metal.
If you had known I would disobey orders, you should have asked for less!
Seeing that Count Lumian had not yet stopped scratching his hair in joy, and that a small number of the game participants had eaten a few bad bites of the king's cake, Elate quickly raised his left hand and took a bite.
Wen Yuezhuang slightly controlled his state, and while watching Wen Yuezhuang and others selecting the king cakes and sensing the crazy spirit slowly wandering away, he thought about the corresponding questions: