Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 213

[Chapter 212 Suicide (4000 plus)]

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

Clark was still crying lowly: “I… fell… I fell into the pursuit of delicious food… I turned into a monster… I turned my back on archeology. The path… Si Sui, the Keeper of Secrets, please forgive my sin!”

Aaron fell into silence.

Clark Das is the most cautious Beyonder he has ever seen.

The other party not only knows a lot of mystical knowledge, but is also good at using rules and cleverly avoiding some costs to obtain mysterious power.

But even such an extraordinary person still fell because of a moment of failure to check…

This kind of corruption comes from the heart, and is not contaminated by external forces.

Therefore, even the ‘spirit of vanity’ cannot save him.

Because this is Clark’s own choice!

Although the “Historical Recall” ritual of the “Secret” Road seems to be quite comprehensive, weird and terrifying, it doesn’t cost much to master powerful extraordinary abilities at a low level… But in fact, those costs are just hidden. It’s just that every time you use the extraordinary ability, it is a test of your willpower. ‘

A realization came to Aaron’s mind.

‘Recalling the power of the same element multiple times, and imitating too high-level power at a low level will double the risk! Clark was tricked like this! ‘

‘The problem here is that perhaps even the school of thought behind him is not clear about it? Or… is it because Clark’s mentor hasn’t had time to teach him yet? ‘

Aaron sighed and heard Clark’s voice: “What are you going to do with me? Kill me, a man-eating monster?”

He looked at Clark and found that he had turned into a half-ghoul, with the nails of one hand Elongated, with dark and sharp edges.

Aaron closed his eyes, and the scenes after arriving at Green Forest appeared before his eyes.

“When I first came to this city, you gave me a lot of help. We were also friends… and I am not a good person. If you killed my friend, I would choose to kill you. But now…”

He thought for a while and said, “Do you know the ‘Expulsion Order’?”

“The ancient lords punished the prisoners in their territory by expelling them from the territory and prohibiting them from coming back… You want to… expel me? Let me leave here A city?” Clark replied in a low voice.

“Yes, leave the Green Forest range. I don’t want to see you again! Otherwise…I will kill you with my own hands next time!”

Aaron said like an oath.

“Thank you…”

Clark’s body curled up and turned into the wise old man before.

He took off his mask, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: “Can I ask you two things?”

“Say!”

Aaron did not relax his vigilance, but he didn’t pay much attention.

Even his previous self could easily handle this Clark, let alone now after his promotion.

“This is the certificate of our school. I can no longer teach Bruce Field. I would like to ask you to escort him to Pulmouth, to Green George District, 7 Mercury Street, to find a man named ‘Cornelius’ Sir, he will take Bruce to my school… By the way, the school I am in is called – ‘Eye of Gumon’!”

Clark pulled off a silver necklace from his neck and handed it to Aaron.

In the dim light, Aaron could see the main body of the pendant, which was a silver mysterious vertical eye pattern.

“I will, I promise.”

He nodded, suddenly feeling a trace of sadness in his heart.

The next moment, he saw Clark take out a silver metal vial from his arms, open it, and pour all the liquid inside into his mouth.

Clark quickly grew weak and fell to the ground, twisting in pain.

Dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said miserably: “Since…the first hunting…I have prepared this bottle…of the medicine that is said in ancient books to be able to poison ghouls…ahem…look… Get up, it’s quite effective…”

Aaron did not come to the rescue. He could see that Clark seemed to be determined to die due to a mental breakdown.

This is also not affected by external influences, but the other party’s own choice!

“The second…the second thing…in my study…there is a manuscript about the latest archaeological discovery of Earl Greensen…help me publish it!”

Clark begged.

“It will be published.”

Aaron nodded, took off his hat, and watched Clark die painfully bit by bit.

Clark turned over, looked up at the snowflakes and ice edges on the roofs on both sides, and said with satisfaction: “October is the season of our Lord… and the following November and December… they… they are each represented by death. Controlled by the two Si Sui who have sex signs… It is December now, which is really a suitable season for death…”

“The existence that controls November… is the real ‘God of Death’ and ‘Lord of the Underworld’…”

“Being able to… In December… I died in the ice and snow… It was the ‘Ice God’ and the ‘Unmelting Ice One’ who came to embrace me…”

Aaron suddenly looked up and found that in the sky, large snowflakes began to fall again without knowing when. .

They quickly covered the pool of blood and the body, leaving only a layer of white.

“The ‘Unmelting Ice One’… In addition to ‘Yao’, does he also have some authority over ‘Ming’?”

Aaron, who heard a familiar name, looked a little dazed.

But I don’t know why, but it feels very reasonable.

The ‘Unmelting Ice One’ is the transformation of most of the corpses of the [Scarlet Creator], which itself represents ‘death’!

It is conceivable to grasp some of the elements of ‘Ming’ from this.

“It starts with ice and ends with ice…”

Aaron murmured, leaning over Clark’s body and picking up a monocle that looked like ice crystals.

Immediately, he lifted the opponent’s body with one hand and jumped into the sewer nearby.

The heavy snow continued to fall, covering up all traces of evil in the world…

…

the next day, early morning.

“Teacher, teacher!”

Bruce walked into Clark’s house excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.

Although he had not participated in the last expedition to the ruins, he felt that his extraordinary abilities had made great progress.

Perhaps, it won’t be long before he can be promoted from an ‘archaeological apprentice’ to a ‘folklorist’.

Well, after Bruce came back from the Lotus Eater Village, he also made great progress and opened the first principle.

The ‘folklorist’, on the other hand, purely follows the ‘secret’ path, the name of the second essence!

He rushed into the door excitedly, but heard the maid crying: “Mr. Field… Master, he had a heart attack last night and passed away… Mr. Aaron took his will and was preparing to handle his funeral… …”

“What?”

Bruce’s expression was dull, and he almost held on to the table next to him to prevent himself from fainting: “How could this happen? How could the teacher get sick and die?”

Bruce rushed into the bedroom. , and saw Clark Das lying on the bed, as if he was still sleeping peacefully.

Tears burst out of his eyes…

(End of chapter)