"It seems like every time when it matters the most, your friends always give you a nasty stab."
In the hidden safe house, Laura looked down at the embarrassed Ye Qingxuan and gloated: "Gavin was like this that time, and it is still like this this time. If I were you, I would definitely consider whether my concept of choosing friends is right. Something went wrong."
“…”
"Who told me that if something happens, you can run faster than anyone else? If I hadn't paid attention and went back to see this time, you would have...hehehe..."
In the hospital, Ye Qingxuan was smeared with a thick layer of ointment, exuding a strong and pungent medicinal smell, and his hands were also injected with medicine.
He was clearly on the verge of death, lingering for breath, but his breathing was steady and normal. There was no gloom or confusion under his black eyes, only calmness.
"Enough of the cold talk, let's get down to business."
He stretched out his hand with difficulty, his voice hoarse:
"Bring the stuff."
Seeing that he didn't want to repent, Laura snorted coldly and threw a holy emblem from her arms: "Thank you for your imagination, you asked a demon to keep this thing for you."
The holy emblem made of pure silver made a hissing sound just in her hand, obviously causing harm to her every moment.
But in Ye Qingxuan's hand, there was a faint light, and the bruises quickly dissipated.
"Wait, you can use it after I go out, don't let it affect me."
After throwing away that thing, Laura walked out the door as if avoiding a pest.
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the sterling silver holy emblem was engraved with the healing movement of the Psalm School, and it was also the most advanced type. It was said to be a powerful movement that could definitely be rescued as long as one did not die and had one breath.
Just this one-time Holy Emblem can be sold for an eye-popping price on the black market.
After all, it is precious alchemical equipment that represents a life.
Even with the door closed, Laura could still feel the needle-pricking sensation on her back. She took a few more steps outside. Even so, she could still feel the aura that made her extremely unhappy coming into the secret room.
Then, there was a huge ether wave that she had not expected.
In an instant, she felt a roaring melody burst out from the sea of ether, and the terrifying wave swept in all directions, pulling in a massive amount of ether and gathering it into it.
That is definitely not the level that Ye Qingxuan can reach, but a terrifying level that is far beyond his ability several times.
The sacred light brewed from the ether, and the blazing light was beyond Laura's expectation. Even through two layers of walls and a distance of more than ten meters, Laura still felt a burning sensation.
Even breathing felt like chewing blades and needles.
If Laura hadn't purchased that damn thing personally, she would have suspected that some master from the Psalm faction was here to personally treat Ye Qingxuan.
Fortunately, that power leaves just as quickly as it comes.
Soon, the sound of pushing the door sounded.
In her stunned eyes, the intact Ye Qingxuan walked out from behind the door.
Although there is still a strong smell of medicine on his body, his body has completely recovered, and there is not even a single minor wound.
The guy who had more than a dozen broken bones just now, was covered in black and blue, and half of his lungs had lost function, was now standing in front of her intact.
"What medicine did you take?" Laura was stunned: "You recovered so quickly!"
Even after treatment, most people just get through the dangerous period smoothly. How can there be someone like Ye Qingxuan who is directly resurrected with full blood, as if he has changed his body!
"The biggest mistake Wolf Flute made was forgetting to cancel the bell tower blessing given to me by the Silent Mechanism."
Ye Qingxuan looked at his intact hands, flicked his fingers, and burst out the etheric light that was like substance: "Don't forget, I am still a master now."
Laura frowned: "What are you planning to do? Ye Qingxuan, you are already too involved in this matter."
"That's why Gaius must be captured."
Ye Qingxuan's answer was decisive: "If Gaius is not captured, then the Holy City will definitely need someone to take the blame... Do you think Ciel and I will be better off by then?"
Laura was silent.
"It's really embarrassing. I was treated so hatefully." Ye Qingxuan twisted his neck: "I have to get my debt back with interest."
"I want to explain in advance that although I would be happy to kill Bach's students, I have been disabled for so many years and am no match for that guy."
Laura looked at him as if looking at a madman:
"Or do you think you are enough on your own?"
"Wolf Flute did teach me a painful lesson."
Ye Qingxuan asked: "When have I ever faced off against an enemy? Haven't I always made a living by being despicable? Why should I face off against him, a scepter musician?"
“…”
Laura was speechless and could only shake her head: "It's been more than half an hour now, are you sure you can still catch up?"
"I can catch up."
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand. On his fingertips, in the only wound that had not healed, there was a dim and slender line of moonlight thoughts, extending to unknown directions.
"To be honest, this is the first time in so many years that I have been beaten so badly..."
He stared at the thought thread on his fingertips with a cold smile: "Fortunately, so much blood was shed and was not wasted. What should I say? He is worthy of being the leader of the revolutionary army, and he is more courageous than I imagined..."
"—Gaius has not left, he is still in the Holy City."
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Loud and chaotic noises came one after another from the distance, screams came from the streets, and people ran in chaos.
In the silent Tower of Judgment, there was only a lonely figure standing among the ruins.
After being attacked by the revolutionary army, all the criminals were transferred to other prisons and the prison was temporarily abandoned. According to the plan, a new construction team will arrive here in a month.
But now, there is only ruins here.
Originally, there were guards guarding the place, but when the chaos spread, the guards were all transferred out urgently.
In the end, amid the desolation, a lonely old man was left on the steps of the broken tower. He was wearing a cloak, sitting on the steps, smoking his pipe silently, his eyes staring at the black clouds rising in the distance.
Until a sharp dagger was pressed against the back of his heart.
"I didn't expect you to be the first to find me, Ciel."
Gaius put down his pipe and raised his hands with a sigh.
"Actually, you have thought of it a long time ago, right? Mr. Constantine." Charles stood behind him expressionlessly, "Why do you look so shocked?"
On the back of his hand holding the dagger, an insubstantial thread of water vapor dissipated in the wind.
"Bolero".
Ye Qingxuan was not the only one who pinned his thoughts on Gaius, Ciel was even earlier, and he was far better at this piece of music than Ye Qingxuan thought.
"Are you asking me why I would do something like that?" Gaius slowly turned around and stared at the young man behind him.
Charles remained silent and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I originally wanted to ask, but now it seems there is no point in asking."
He shook his head slowly: "I originally thought you had some difficulties. Even if I was an undercover agent, I would feel sorry for you. But now it seems that I should keep the regret to myself."
"The funniest part is actually right here, Ciel."
Gaius looked at him: "While alive, there are always many times when you need to act. You act, I act, everyone is acting... Over time, you will be immersed in the drama you created. Sorry, I lied to you."
He apologized.
But Charles didn't feel any relief or happiness. Instead, he wanted to laugh: "Apologise? Do you want to stay here just to say this kind of thing to your scapegoat? At least say something else, sir."
His tone turned cold: "Say something that makes me willing to take the blame for you, so that I can trust you like I did in the past."
"You made a mistake, Ciel."
Gaius shook his head and said softly: "I stayed here waiting for you to come to me, not to make you my scapegoat. I just wanted to tell you: you don't need to be anyone's scapegoat. You could have been upright. To live in this world, you don’t need to be humble to anyone..."
His voice was interrupted by Ciel.
"The smell of the overnight chicken soup has gone bad, sir, and I'm going to vomit. Can you change it to something else?"
His smile disappeared, and his expression showed unprecedented indifference:
"In three minutes, Ye Zi will probably be here. If possible, I don't want him to see your body. So, say something that will make me willingly put down the knife."
Gaius lowered his head and stared at the dagger on his neck. The dagger cut the skin of his neck, and traces of dim blood penetrated from the wound.
"Char, have you never had any doubts about your life experience?"
He sighed and suddenly asked softly: "You should have realized the difference between yourself and others when you were very young. You are different from ordinary people. You are born with talents, talents, and all kinds of incredible miracles, but you Have you never thought about where you came from? You should not have fallen into this stinky ditch, Ciel."
Gaius stared solemnly at the young man in front of him and said word by word: "Those losers don't know how terrifying your power is. The Silent Agency even uses you as cannon fodder... Those idiots don't understand at all. They missed it." What kind of thing! Even... your mother would feel pity for you if she saw what you are like now!"
Ciel was stunned.
"What did you say?"
His expression became gloomy: "Mr. Constantine, don't waste my last patience!"
Gaius raised his hand and showed him the yellowed old photo in his hand.
That seemed to be a group photo taken a long time ago.
In the photo, there is a young Gaius, an oriental with pure white hair, a demon hybrid, and many others, but Ciel's eyes are fixed on the corner.
There, there was a young woman with a vague face.
Her hair was a fiery red, as if burning in ancient times.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
"Have you ever dreamed of her?"
Gaius asked softly: "She wants to protect you until her death, even if she is defiled by others and devoured by demons... Charles, don't you want to know where you come from?"
He stepped forward slowly and took off the dagger from Ciel's hand.
"Come with me, Ciel."
He pulled Ciel and walked towards the broken tower:
"I will tell you, all the secrets about you..."