What happens if the 'Ritual Call' fails
It is clearly written in the book given by the old knight that most of them will be eaten as sacrifices, and the rest will be even worse... They will be controlled and played by the summoned monsters.
Create more havoc!
or…
Become the monster itself!
Thinking of this, Jason walked towards Gerrard without hesitation.
Seeing the seriousness on Jason's face, Gerald immediately asked:
"What's the matter, Jason?"
"It's still a question about 'Ritual Summoning'."
"if!"
"The 'Ritual Call' failed, what happens?"
Jason asked in a deep voice.
Didn't say it directly, but Jason believed Gerald would guess what he was going to say.
Sure enough, after being taken aback for a moment, Gerrard quickly reacted
"You mean..."
"Everyone go back to Durham Street!"
shouted the master of Hans Harbor.
…
"Be patient with my sister."
"No. 111 Deren Street, we will be there soon."
"Once there, you can get out of control."
Barney Clark spoke softly to Carol Clark who was sitting opposite.
The prince's son, who just bled and fainted just now, was still pale, especially the remaining powder, which made his face look even more bloodless, but it was much stronger than that of Carol Carat on the opposite side.
This Gerrard's fiancée was slumped in the opposite chair, not only her face was bloodless, but also her exposed skin didn't have any blood color, she looked like a bloody corpse.
However, there is still breathing.
However, what he breathed out was not any hot air, but a trace of cold air.
It made the supposedly stuffy compartment feel like autumn and winter.
As if hearing Barney Carat's voice, Carol Carat's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up, but the next moment, a layer of fine scales appeared on Carol Carat's face.
It made the beautiful grand duke's daughter feel a little seductive.
Then, the Grand Duke's daughter opened her eyes.
The circular pupil looked at Barney Carat.
The gentle face of the Grand Duke's son immediately turned into resentment.
"Get back!"
"Don't occupy my sister's body."
The grand duke's son growled.
"Ah."
"What does it matter?"
"I can't really do anything?"
The slightly hoarse voice gave people a greasy feeling, making people very uncomfortable, as if touching the scales of a fish.
"Kill Bitos!"
"Kill Raul!"
"And kill Amy!"
"Isn't this all your doing?"
The prince's son was short of breath, resisting the urge to draw his sword and kill the opponent.
"That's not my fault!"
"It's their fault!"
"One is opportunistic and wants to deceive me, and the other..."
"hehe."
After a chuckle, the weird grand duke's daughter started to do it, 'she' looked at the scenery on both sides, and couldn't help showing a hint of satisfaction.
111 Durham Street!
'She' has finally been invited to 'enter'.
It is no longer a random intrusion.
and…
The person that 'she' has been looking forward to for a long time has finally returned here.
That's great!
'She' couldn't help smiling.
"You promised me!"
"When you actually enter '111 Durham Street', you leave my sister's body."
The grand duke's son emphasized.
"certainly!"
"I keep my word!"
'She' lazily stretched her waist, and instinctively raised her palm to lift the Grand Duke's son's chin, but, as if she had thought of something, 'she' withdrew her palm.
"I forgot, you are my brother."
'She' smiled coquettishly.
"I'm not your brother!"
"My sister is Carol Carat!"
"Not you!"
The grand duke's son held the hilt of the sword with his hand, and said word by word.
"Is there any difference?"
"I found a lot of interesting things in her head."
"Brother~"
The voice of 'she' was deliberately drawn out, the breathing of the Grand Duke's son became heavier, and he stared at the other party with angry eyes, but after a while, his hand holding the sword dropped straight down.
This is his sister.
Not a monster.
He couldn't do it.
Not only was he unable to make a move, but he also had to cooperate with the opponent everywhere, hoping that the opponent would leave his sister's body.
upset.
remorse.
Intertwined with each other, the body of the Grand Duke's son trembled.
And 'she'
The charming laughter became louder.
…
The Hans harbor guards escorted a quaint carriage through the outskirts forest road and entered the Hans harbor.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The sudden news in the afternoon made all the guards very nervous.
Someone had been murdered at 111 Durham Street.
A relative of Lord Gerald.
Besides, tomorrow is Gerald's wedding.
After everything is put together, individuals can feel the unusualness in it.
In addition, at noon, the conflict between Lord Gerald and the 'Revival Society' made every guard heighten their vigilance on the way when they came.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
All the guards firmly believed that in Hans Harbor, no one would attack the convoy.
because…
Lord Gerald Hans is here.
Roll, roll.
The carriage continued to move forward, and the driver was very good at controlling the carriage. The carriage was stable and did not shake at all.
Inside the carriage, there was an old woman dressed plainly. She didn't have any extra accessories on her body, and her skirt was also a sarong, but she carried the unique aura of a superior person.
Even Lid, Gerrard's old butler, chose to bow his head when faced with this momentum.
After all, before Gerrard grew up in a real sense, the person in front of him had been in charge of Hans Harbor for more than fifteen years.
Even in the eyes of some insiders.
This is still the person in charge of Hans Harbor.
Lide is one of the insiders.
After quietly coming to the carriage, the old butler Lide knelt down on one knee.
"Mother."
Lid's forehead touched the old woman's toes.
"Is Lily's baby here?"
The old woman didn't lower her head, and just glanced lightly.
"coming."
"Excellent young man, just like Lord Gerrard."
"It's just that the vision of choosing a female partner is a bit poor. That Miss Denise is not suitable to be a good wife."
Lid said truthfully.
"That's Jason's choice too."
"I respect his choice."
"Whatever he needs, satisfy as much as possible, this is what I owe him."
When the old woman mentioned Jason's name, her serious face softened slightly.
However, it is fleeting.
The next moment, the old lady asked slowly.
"What about 'Swallow Castle'?"
Asking the appropriateness of this sentence, the old woman's eyes flickered with a cold chill.
Like the wind blowing from the extreme north, freezing to the bone marrow.
The old butler Lied lowered his head even lower.
However, the sound is still clear.
"Everything is as you expected."