"A new era~~"
In the smoky bar, the hungover Albert screamed strangely and waved the beer in his hand: "The new era is coming! The remnants of the old era have no place on the ship! The big wave is coming, friends. , let’s have one more drink before we drown!”
As he spoke, he dropped a handful of bills.
"Drink more and more!"
Seeing the free drinks, the idle people began to make noises, wondering how much money this crazy old man had in his pocket.
But maybe the smoke was too dazzling. After taking two sips of beer, the old man put down his glass and shed tears.
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and the heavily armed troops rushed in, kicking down the drunkards and drunkards who blocked the road. The leading priest produced a warrant for his arrest.
"Archbishop Albert, you have been arrested because of dereliction of duty, even though the Holy City suffered heavy losses."
The priest said coldly: "Please come with us."
"Hey, are you coming to see me now?" Albert looked at the visitor with drunken eyes and couldn't help but shake his head: "Let me have another drink, okay?"
The priest looked at Albert's haggard look and hesitated to speak. Finally, he sighed:
"Just one cup."
"One cup is enough."
Albert chuckled, holding up the wine glass, and the low-quality beer leaked from the corner of his mouth, moistening his tangled beard.
Fall on the chest.
Like tears.
…
…
"Mr. Wagner, we are going to be late. Please leave as soon as possible."
In front of the pier, the priest looked at the silent old man on the bench. Behind him, there were several priests in black, wearing long swords and gray heraldic armbands on their arms. The coat of arms was made of iron.
They were the secret force of the Holy City, responsible for protecting Wagner on his way out of the Holy City.
Or escorting can also be said.
"Wait a little longer." Wagner rubbed his numb fingers, took a breath, and stared at the street: "Wait a little longer."
The whistle blows.
"Mr. Wagner."
The priest stood in front of him with an expressionless face: "You must set off."
"Help me carry my luggage, I'm old."
Wagner glanced at the end of the long street again. He didn't see the rickety and old figure, so he sighed softly: "If you said you couldn't see me off, you really didn't come to see me off...Old bastard..."
He seemed to understand something, sighed, and waited no longer.
"Let's go."
He turned and stepped towards the ferry bound for the Dark World.
Maybe from now on, there will be no return.
…
…
"A new era~should really be celebrated, right?"
Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound coming from the etheric ball, clicked his lips, and looked outside the barrier: "How about some wine?"
No one paid any attention to him.
"Brother Zhiyi, don't be so cold."
He sighed and looked down at his hands. His hands were nailed to the wall by silver nails, unable to move.
Half of his body was soaked in purple-black flesh, which was like a living thing, constantly sucking out his life force, making it impossible for him to pull out even a single finger.
Just dizzy and drowsy.
No one paid attention.
"Brother Zhiyi, your master, Mr. Paganini, and I have been close friends for eight years. We have a strong relationship with each other by chopping off chicken heads and burning yellow paper. If you do this to me, he will definitely be angry if he finds out."
“…”
"Brother Zhiyi, by the way, are you a boy or a girl?"
Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "Although you are clothes, you should also have a gender, right? Did you follow Paganini? But the way Paganini showed up in "Dance of the Witches", I can only say... Well, don’t differentiate between men and women. You can’t..."
“…”
"There is an old saying that goes, brothers are like siblings, and beauties are like clothes."
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment: "I see you call it the 'Clothes of Original Sin', but not the 'Hands of Original Sin'. I guess she is a girl! Right?"
"Ye Qingxuan..."
In the darkness, a hoarse voice came: "There are many ways in this world that make people suffer but never die. If you don't shut up, I'm willing to let you try it."
"Alright alright."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "How about we change the topic? Let's talk. If I had known better, I wouldn't have killed Samuel. Is he okay now?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered, "How do you feel about two-thirds of your body being burned off by you? He is still soaking in the pool of blood, frantically trying to kill you... I should really let you keep him company." .”
"Didn't I expect you to come to the Holy City?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I almost rushed out of the door, but you rushed in again. Everyone was happy, but you insisted on disturbing the situation... Forget it, I should have thought of it earlier. You have been here for a long time, right?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and said nothing.
Ye Qingxuan whistled and didn't take it seriously.
Since the last war in Auschwitz, the "Ode to Death" band of musicians has probably been broken into pieces and hidden in the Holy City, right
They have inherited Paganini's "Change" music theory, and are best at disguise. Someone is opening the door inside, and it is no longer easy for them to hide it from ordinary people's eyes.
Paganini was too big to hide, but the following minions had no problem running into the Holy City to work for Ludovic.
But Ye Qingxuan did not expect that while Paganini was still recovering from his injuries, the Clothes of Original Sin had regained its strength, even further than before.
I'm afraid the last battle with Heaven's Gate also brought a lot of inspiration to Paganini, right
But the result of this incident was that Ye Qingxuan was neatly dealt with and nailed to the wall.
"Hey! Brother Zhiyi."
Ye Qingxuan was bored and asked again: "How is your master?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered and looked at him with a look that made Ye Qingxuan cringe: "He misses you very much. If we have another chance, we will definitely see you in the abyss."
"No need, no need!"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head like a rattle: "It's better to forget each other in the world than to forget each other! It's better not to see each other, it's better not to see each other!"
"snort."
The Clothes of Original Sin gave a sharp laugh: "That's not up to you."
Ye Qingxuan sighed.
After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan spoke.
"Hey, Brother Zhiyi... I have a question and I want to ask you."
He said seriously: "I am honest and upright. I hope you can also be kind and compassionate and satisfy my curiosity. How about it?"
The Clothes of Original Sin sneered, looked at him, stood with his arms crossed, and said nothing. Ye Qingxuan didn't care about his cold face, but asked with a flattering smile:
"Technically speaking, you're not a 'person', right?"
The Clothes of Original Sin's expression darkened, but Ye Qingxuan's face showed no mockery but sincerity, which made him frown.
"So what?"
"No, no, it's not a mockery."
Ye Qingxuan muttered vaguely: "From a certain perspective, this may be a good thing... In this case, your way of thinking may be beyond my limitations."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I mean..."
Ye Qingxuan asked seriously: "As a piece of 'clothes', you actually don't care about people's life and death, right?"
"That's right."
"The beauty, ugliness, poverty, or wealth of human beings means nothing to you, does it?"
The Clothes of Original Sin nodded.
"So, as a piece of 'clothes', your owner cannot be considered a mortal. In other words, if it is not necessary, you would not even bother to come to the material world. Isn't that right?"
Without waiting for the reply from the Clothes of Original Sin, Ye Qingxuan said to himself: "For a scepter-level artifact, you don't care about ordinary clothes on mortals, right? Whether they are made of cloth, iron, or silk, You don’t think there’s anything you want to plot in them, right?”
“…”
The Clothes of Original Sin became confused: "What exactly do you want to ask?"
"What I mean is..." Ye Qingxuan organized his chaotic thoughts and worked hard to formulate words: "If one day, you try your best to blend into a pile of ordinary clothes and become one of them... for what purpose?"
The Clothes of Original Sin said without hesitation: "If it is the master's order..."
"What if you don't have a master?" Ye Qingxuan interrupted him.
“…”
The Clothes of Original Sin fell into confusion and could not understand what Ye Qingxuan meant by having no master, nor could he imagine such a situation and existence.
For it, there is no such possibility.
But Ye Qingxuan fell into confusion and excitement. Following the countless clues, he murmured dully: "A divine weapon like you has no need for any clothes. You will not envy those who weave lapis lazuli at all." Silk jacket, don't care about those armors, or even tight-fitting pants... You and those clothes are not in the same category at all, and you don't need to rack your brains to blend in, unless... unless... "
He froze.
"unless… "
The Clothes of Original Sin looked at him going crazy, frowned, and stepped up his guard: "What are you babbling about? Unless what?"
"Unless... hahaha..."
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized something.
He was so excited that he would almost be twisting if he were not nailed to the wall. His eyes were burning as he stared at the Clothes of Original Sin:
"—Unless you're after another artifact! Right?"
"For an artifact like yours, only another artifact is worth your troubles, lurking in a pile of ordinary clothes, hiding yourself in the dust... So that's it, that's it!!!"
Ye Qingxuan murmured crazily: "I finally guessed wrong. This is the limitation of human thinking... Even if that guy Ludovic becomes the Pope, what does it mean to the Hundred Eyes? I thought he wanted to master the sacred The cauldron, but I guessed wrong. The sacred cauldron is now just a souvenir of the great source of human change. What he wants should be what the sacred cauldron represents!"
“…”
The Clothes of Original Sin's expression turned gloomy: "Ye Qingxuan, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Ludovic, no, the original Dark Pope's true form - Lord Hundred Eyes, the purpose of all this."
Ye Qingxuan suddenly murmured:
"He wants to start from the Sacred Cauldron, follow the music theory rules of the seven series of musicians, and master everything written by humans in the Great Source. He wants to bypass the restraint of the 'Silent Moon', and his opposite, in the ethereal, Ignorant and unconscious, completely integrated into one body!—He became the real controller of the Great Source, the only and unique god in this world!”