"Why? You don't dare to see me?"
Elphis said jokingly, and took out his pipe, showing the yellow-printed side to Frederick, who was sitting in the host's seat in front of him but fidgeting.
"I really don't dare."
Frederick said with a bitter face.
"As a subordinate I brought up, why wouldn't you dare?"
Elphis struck a match, lit the tobacco in his pipe, and spoke calmly.
"My subordinates failed to do their job well, allowing members of the Cthulhu Cult to sneak into the concert hall and sabotage it, which led to the delay of the plan."
Frederick said in a panic.
"Oh? Is it that simple?"
Elphis raised an eyebrow and spoke calmly.
"The authorities also intervened and took down several strongholds."
Frederick whispered.
Now he wanted to find a hole and crawl into the ground.
Elphis slammed the table hard, and several porcelain cups were knocked over, and the black tea in them spilled onto the table.
Frederick had no choice but to wipe the tea on the table. He could only tremble and act submissive.
He was filled with resentment. If he had not gone out to receive Master Nietzsche that day, he would not have allowed those lunatics to run wild in the concert hall.
"Do you think your presence could have stopped the riot?" Elphis seemed to see through Frederick's thoughts and said with disdain.
Frederick remained silent, apparently agreeing with Elphis's words.
“Stupid is stupid.
If you were there, your identity would be revealed.
Now at best you are a concert hall director who neglects his duties.
If you take action on the spot, you will be regarded as a heretic in the eyes of the authorities!"
Elphis pointed at Frederick's nose and cursed.
“No matter how many times I teach you to hide your identity and aura, you just can’t learn it.
I could smell the strong smell of human blood in your basement before I even entered the door."
Elphis crossed his hands and placed them on his chest, saying angrily.
Frederick scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say to calm the anger of this adult. He could only lower his head and ask in a low voice,
"Please give me further instructions, sir."
Elphis took a puff from his pipe and blew a puff of smoke into Frederick's face.
"report."
Frederick took one look at the cigarette holder that Elphis had made from a child's finger bone, and said in panic,
"Yes. I will first tell you about the progress made with Master Nietzsche.
The first contact with Master Nietzsche went very smoothly, and I learned that Master Nietzsche was not interested in the holy light of the Holy Light Church.
During the chat, Master Nietzsche even expressed his atheistic tendencies. I believe that after showing Master Nietzsche the power of our Lord, Master Nietzsche will definitely become a very outstanding member of our group. "
Elphis nodded after hearing this and replied,
"It's good to know so much for our first contact. Do you have any other information?"
Frederick recalled the scene of their first meeting and said,
"Master Nietzsche didn't seem to be in a very good mental state. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes. While I was chatting with him, he drank three cups of black coffee to stay awake.
I guess it's because as a writer, he has to stay up all night to think about his stories.
On the other hand, Master Nietzsche was more approachable, had no airs, and was even very talkative.
Among ordinary people, there are very few who can discuss issues from multiple professional perspectives like me.”
Elphis listened to Frederick's words and made an analysis.
“This shows that Master Nietzsche was a person with a strong thirst for knowledge, and you can see that he was a workaholic when it came to work.
You can add a little bit of 'spice' into his daily diet. I don't think I need to teach you how to do it, right
Under the accumulated pressure and the effect of the 'spice', his tense nerves will reach the brink of collapse, and then he can be transformed directly. "
Frederick nodded and said,
“I understand, but there is one thing worth noting.
I suspect that Master Nietzsche is a person with a strong innate spirit. His brilliant writing and philosophical talent are somewhat similar to those of some humans in history who have had the same talent and have come into contact with great beings. "
Elphis raised his eyebrows after hearing this and said,
"You can try to test the waters during the visit, and focus on asking about the three topics of dreams, hallucinations, and reality.
If you are a person with a special soul, you will definitely be troubled by this aspect.
Then his dark circles under his eyes can also be explained from this aspect.
By the way, what progress have you made with the Einstar family?"
Frederick smiled confidently.
“Hermann was very enthusiastic towards me, and I cast a spell on him without him realizing it. Now he obeys my orders.
And I arranged for Pauline Kirk to have a performance at the festival."
Elphis shook his head unsatisfiedly and shook the ashes from his pipe.
“Continue to observe and do not do anything unworthy of this family.
Frederick, I think you should understand what disqualification means
You are a smart person.
The order from above is to protect, not to control, do you understand?"
Frederick panicked when he heard this, because it was obvious that Elphis did not like him using secret techniques to influence the Einsta family.
"I understand, my Lord. I won't make this mistake again the next time we meet."
Frederick stood up, bowed and said.
"Where's that yellow-haired boy who took the blame for you in the concert hall incident?"
Elphis asked.
"He has already escaped from Munihei without any orders. Do we need to send someone to capture him?"
Frederick asked.
Elphis shook his head.
"There's no need to go to great lengths to deal with this guy who's dying. Just abandon him.
But the body of the woman from the Cthulhu sect was not found at the scene?"
Frederick shook his head and said,
"According to the scene reconstructed by the secret technique, the woman's body finally turned into an eyeball and flew out from the ceiling.
The direction is to fly south, but the tracking time of the secret technique is limited, and it is impossible to track its subsequent movements."
After hearing this, Elphis fell into deep thought.
"Eyeball, this is not a common tactic used by those guys in the Cthulhu sect who stink like the sea.
There seems to be other secrets behind this woman."
——
The eyeball that remained in Evelin's body was flying high in the sky.
Many birds of prey discovered this strange eyeball and attempted to attack it, but they were all repelled by the remaining pressure from Evelyn.
A lucky farmer even found a goshawk in the field that was frightened to death by Evelyn's intimidation, which added a fresh and delicious meal to his meal in the evening.
Evelyn's destination is Venice, a water town near the sea.
There is a magic circle there that can revive her.
Although she is already a crazy woman, her mind will be rebooted after being resurrected through secret techniques.
The cost of releasing this secret technique is very high and it cannot be used casually.
The altar used to release the secret spell must be built with the bones of young girls. At the same time, their left eyes must be taken out while they are still alive and strung together with needle and thread to complete the construction of the altar.
At the same time, the caster can only release it once in his lifetime. This is a spell used to save his life.
Once activated, there will be no next chance.
This was a secret technique that Evelyn had read from an ancient document. She wasn't very sure about it, but who wouldn't want to try a life-saving method
Those poor girls were tricked by Evelyn into the abandoned warehouse under the pretext of learning ballet, and were killed one by one by Evelyn.
Evelyn's hands were stained with the girl's blood, but she had no regrets about it.
The eyeball was flying in the air, and after two more days, it would arrive safely at the warehouse in Venice.
Suddenly, a white stork followed the eyeball that Evelyn had transformed into from a low altitude in the distance.
Evelyn's remaining consciousness didn't care about it, because many birds along the way had expressed curiosity about her eye.
Evelyn took it for granted that it was an ordinary white stork and did not pay any more attention to it.
This put Evelin on a path of true doom.
The white stork's eyes were dull, as if nothing had any meaning in its eyes.
The feathers on its wings are of a different color from those of other white storks, forming two hideous, bloody eyes.
The soul of the white stork had long dissipated, and only the body of the white stork was left flying in the air.
What truly controls the white stork are the eyes on its wing feathers!
It suddenly flapped its two-meter-long wings and flew to Evelyn's eyeball at an accelerated speed.
Evelyn noticed the acceleration of the white stork, and revealed the evil aura of the Cthulhu sect that remained on her body.
She was planning to use the same old trick again, using this kind of pressure to knock down this desperate white stork.
But the white stork ignored her pressure, opened its straight orange beak and swallowed the eyeball.
"This! How is it possible!"
Evelyn's consciousness exclaimed, and disappeared into the human world forever.
The altar at that place lost the caster's sense of touch and turned into ashes and dissipated on the spot. It was a pity that the lives of these innocent girls were wasted in vain.
The white stork shook its head woodenly. If you look closely, you will find that a crack slowly appeared on the top of its head, and in the crack was a scarlet eye.
The white stork seemed to shake its head contentedly, then flew back to its original place and fell into a deep sleep.
It was waiting for the day to complete its mission. It woke up this time only because it was influenced by the same aura and came here to have a delicious meal to replenish the energy consumed during sleep.
Only when the person that Ipo Zitel cares about is born can the white stork complete its mission.
Later generations called him a devil, a demon, and a tyrant, but all he executed was the will of the Old Ones.
———
"Sir, there are only a few civilians left on the street. We can start the operation at any time."
The soldier wearing a corporal uniform said to the combat commander in the tent.
"Don't wait, it's impossible to dispel them all. Let's get started."
Said the commander of the Third Army wearing a tall military cap.
"Following the will of the Iron Chancellor Bismarck, we must win this battle and not lose! Let's go!"
Following the Third Army commander's passionate orders, the soldiers of the Third Army moved quickly through the streets and alleys.
Taking advantage of the dim night, the Third Army was divided into three teams, heading towards two temporary strongholds of the Cthulhu Sect and one stronghold of the Yellow Group at the same time.
Their team was equipped with the latest weapon developed by the Development Department, a new invention called the grenade.
Although it has many problems that are criticized, it is still a groundbreaking new weapon.
In this anti-bandit operation, collecting practical data on new weapons is also an important part.
This newly developed grenade is very light to carry, but it takes fifteen seconds to detonate, and the damage range is only within a radius of five meters.
But as the first version of a single-soldier explosive prototype weapon, it is already a good invention.
The Third Army's squad took advantage of the fall of night and quietly and silently reached these three strongholds.
There were no lamplighters or lights on the streets tonight. People who had not yet been secretly dispersed returned home and lit candles and kerosene lamps for lighting.
They are no strangers to power outages.
In the dim light, no one noticed the Third Army soldiers in night uniforms in the alley.
They moved in unison, without saying a word, and communicated through gestures throughout.
This type of stealth method is not the first time that the Third Army has used it in actual combat, and the tacit understanding between them can be seen from their formation.
The team leader made a hand gesture and then made a throwing motion.
The Third Army behind him took out the grenades they carried with them and threw them into the stronghold.
The sound of the grenade falling to the ground startled the people in the room, and a cry of "Enemy attack!" pierced the night sky.
Ten seconds later, the entire house was burned down by the grenade explosion, but no one in the stronghold came out, as if they were all killed inside by this round of grenade salvos.
Unfortunately, the sky suddenly became overcast and it started to rain heavily.
A disheveled man pushed open the basement door with force. Two of his brothers had died in the previous round of explosion.
The rain from the sky made the fire that had just started much smaller.
The man licked his dry lips and waved to his fellow brothers who were taking shelter in the basement.
"Those who are still alive, come to work! These bastards are here to attack again! Let's fight them!"
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
Although the sudden heavy rain brought noisy rain and drowned out the sound of the explosion, it also made the situation unfavorable.
The guys in the Cult of Cthulhu are a bunch of lunatics who are good at fighting with water!
The leader of the team gave orders calmly. Since they had been exposed, there was no need to communicate through hand gestures.
"Draw your gun! Ready! Fire!"
There were bursts of gunfire in the back alley, and bullets were fired at the believers who crawled out of the basement like waves.
The dishevelled man smiled disdainfully.
"It's raining! This is our home court!"