A day later, Victor finally bypassed the corners of Seville and arrived at the border between Croatia, Seville and Hungary. But here he was, with not so many options. After all, if you want to go to the country in the East, crossing Seville is the fastest option, but because of the fear of being chased and blocked, you have to take a detour, and eventually you need to get back on track. Bypassing Seville and starting from Hungary, Victor estimated that at his speed, if nothing unexpected happened, it would only take a week for him to pass through Istanbul and reach the most chaotic area in his previous life - the Middle East! Well, even though this place was chaotic in the previous life, it is the safest place for Victor now! Because... no matter how awesome the Cathedral Church is, it's still Christianity, and here... This is the territory of Muslims! The Templar Church was in a state of chaos due to various messy doctrines such as Protestantism, Old Church, Eastern Orthodoxy, etc., not to mention Islam, which was a completely different faith from theirs. If they could enforce the law together, Victor felt that he could eat the scepter in front of him on the spot. Moreover, in the understanding of magic, the mysterious center is actually located in Western Europe - in fact, there is nothing wrong with it, after all, the United States is in the far west, and China is in the far east... Both are forces that have risen with the light of science and technology, and they are indeed in the middle... Therefore, no matter whether it is the Holy Church or the Magician's Association, the base of their power is almost rooted in Europe. Apart from that, North Africa may have some core relationship with the mysterious circle and can be brought in to play together with them.
Apart from this, all other places are barren! What? The ancient country in the East? Same! Even though it has its own unique mysterious heritage, it has not been integrated into this circle, and is barren! Not to mention that the light of technology was born there... It is an even greater sin! From this point of view, it is not unreasonable for El Melloi II of later generations to comment that magicians are extremely dull. Victor didn't think about all this mess anymore. He held the scepter in one hand and gently drew it across the ground. Then, he stepped into another kingdom. "So, goodbye." Croatia. He curled the corners of his mouth and lowered the brim of his hat, which was an outfit he had bought from another city. This made him look less embarrassed and more like an elegant gentleman. Frankly speaking, during this entire day or so, the thunderous pursuit he had imagined did not come - instead, it was almost an easy journey, and he did not even see the shadow of an agent. This made Victor think that his career of being hunted was over and that he was about to start a new life. Even my mood became a little brighter. He hummed the ballads of his previous life and staggered into the new land. On the other side, on the cold ground hundreds of kilometers away from him, blood splattered with a "pu" sound. The bodies of the last two agents were thrown aside by the black knight Stuart under the cold gaze of Altluchi. Artluqi's red eyes swept across coldly, and then fell on the boy in front of her who lowered his head and remained silent. "Now, are you satisfied?" "Tsk...tsk..." The sobbing child shuddered suddenly. He looked up at the girl in front of him with fear. The girl was only a few years older than him. Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded. "Then tell me." Altluqi tilted her head condescendingly and whispered, "His exact location." ……
When Artluqi arrived at the town where Brad died, she saw a burning fire from a distance. Ah, flame, so holy in the moonlight. Filled with... a holy stench. "Oh, what a bunch of unlucky guys." Altluchi stared at the flames. With her excellent magical perception and super-long-distance vision, she even saw several agents struggling and encouraging each other, chanting the Lord's glory, and preparing to stab a black key into the child's heart. Well, at least this can be done... She slowly withdrew her gaze and waved her hand indifferently. In the future, he will definitely be the best...dog in the Holy Church, right? "Go clean them up, Stuart." She gave the order indifferently and saved the other person naturally. It wasn't out of kindness, nor was it because she couldn't bear to watch it, it was just because... she felt a familiar aura from this child. …… The thick fog completely concealed the blood in the town. Strands of red blood seeped down the floors of the wooden houses. Under several corpses were the curled up boy and Altluchi and his group. Altluchi thought she was sensitive to blood. And as she listened to the other party's story, she became more certain of her guess. "Victor Douglas." Is it really you? During their brief journey together before, she discovered that Victor, who was unable to control his desire to drink blood, was different from other dead apostles who chose to indulge themselves. He always tried his best to stay at one node to suck blood, and also tried his best to ensure the life of the "food". This kindness, according to Victor, was intended to further prevent the secret from being leaked. It was a concept he had developed since childhood as a magus, and he was unwilling to change it easily even after becoming a Dead Apostle. Although Altluchi scoffed at this, he did not expose it. Just as she said to the archbishop, she fully understood that a newborn still retained human habits after becoming a Dead Apostle, but it didn't matter, time would eventually change him. So, when hearing this child, fear mixed with deep hatred told everything. When they were talking about the dead apostle who sucked their blood, not only did he not kill them, but also left behind a purse with a familiar smell. Artluqi sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions. But soon, when she asked why the village was massacred if Victor had spared them, the boy fell silent. And she understood it in an instant. Ha, stupid. She suddenly couldn't help laughing, her lips curled up, her eyes full of mockery.
"It was because of your stupid parents that they chose to tell on me, right?" The Magic Association has a principle that secrets cannot be disclosed, and although the church does not have such restrictions, unlike the nuns who believe that innocent people are not guilty, the agents are committed to clearing out all heresy, even if you have only... come into contact with the devil. "You are not allowed to scold them like that!" The moment Arteluqi finished speaking, the boy roared with courage from nowhere, like a cowardly little animal that was poked in the wound and suddenly showed its fangs. But then he was stunned for a moment, lowered his head deeply, and curled up. He actually couldn't understand why. Why did his parents, who clearly insisted on being devout believers, not only not hide the money, but even took the initiative to hand it over, and specifically report it to the church and tell them everything? As a result, the church members let the demon go, but... But we have to take action against them... "Tsk, so I said... faith in this thing..." Artelluqi narrowed her eyes slightly and wanted to say something, but in the end she snorted: "Hmph, forget it." Victor, Victor, you who value survival more than anything else, ultimately overlook the extent to which the so-called beliefs in these areas poison and brainwash ordinary people. The more backward a region is, the more it needs faith for salvation - but... The so-called salvation is essentially a kind of shackles. "Okay, stop crying. You should be glad that he let you go. Otherwise..." Artluqi sneered and looked at the sobbing boy with disgust. To be honest, the other party's sobbing made her feel annoyed. "Tell me, where did he go?" However, facing Altluki's question, the cowardly little beast did not speak. He had cried until his eyes were bloodshot. He hesitated. Altluki raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard the other party ask weakly: "Are you... vampires?" At this moment, he stretched out his arm, wiped the tears from his face, and said hoarsely: "When they came to the town, they said they were looking for demons... and you just..." Altluki and Stulut did not hide their fighting methods. Although Altluki disdained to suck such inferior blood, the magic sword Stulut would not leave fresh magic power unreplenished. At this point, he seemed to be at a loss for words, and suddenly jumped to the other half: "I can tell you his location...but..." He paused for a few seconds and hesitated even more. "But?" Artluqi tilted her head and suddenly felt that this guy was quite interesting. Hearing Altluchi's voice, the cowardly little beast clenched its teeth. "There is a church in a small town four kilometers away across the border. My parents went there to report it..." "So..." Artluqi laughed softly. “So…” The young man closed his eyes fiercely and let the tears flow down: “Kill them, and I will tell you everything. I can do anything!” Chapter 29, Interlude Hatred.
Artelucci held her chin with her hand, her eyes swept across the church that had been reduced to ashes, and then looked into the distant night. It's really something that...makes people grow. Now, she has fulfilled her contract with the boy. After all, for a lineup of two ancestors and one beast, it is too easy to wipe out a local church. Of course, compared to this, she actually cares more about another point. That is... although the church that knows the information is only a branch, there is no shortage of ways to transmit information in the means of magic. and so-- For some reason, Artelucci suddenly felt a little gloating. Hatred can make a simple teenager sentence a dozen people to death without hesitation. So Victor. This time, your whereabouts were exposed because of your so-called humanity. How long can you maintain your so-called humanity? "Speaking of which..." After pointing out the direction in the boy's slightly silent mood, Artluqi stared at the boy and the purse tightly held in his hand, and suddenly asked with interest: "Do you hate him?" "What……" The boy was stunned for a moment. "I asked you if you hate him? Do you hate that dead apostle?" Artluqi was suspended in the air, staring at him, her bloodshot eyes seemed not to allow him to hide anything. That's enchantment. In other words, most Dead Apostles possessed the psychic Mystic Eyes, but Altluchi's were more advanced - she did not apply any special effects, nor did she even stimulate magic power. She simply relied on the most instinctive influence to stare at the opponent. The boy's willpower seemed to be tempered by this incident. He struggled slightly and remained silent. How can I not hate... In the end, Artluqi looked away. The other party's attitude actually explained the answer. "As expected, they will still blame me." Artluqi chuckled, seeming more satisfied: "Yes, that's exactly the mood I want." "They are the ones who were rescued, but they still blame the rescuer." This is human nature. Artluqi murmured in her heart, after spending a week with that guy Victor, she was almost led astray by him. "Rescue?" The young man raised his head, eyes full of mockery and unwillingness, and said, "But he led them here."
"I'm too lazy to explain the whole story to that guy. After all, he killed my companion." Hearing this, Artelucci glanced at him and said in surprise: "But even if that guy brought it here..." "Then why don't you do as he says?" Run away and get some money. After all, it's not because of ignorance. "Death is what you deserve."