Chapter 18

Give it up, give up your dignity.

——To Miel, these words from Czulola sounded like temptation.

It's like handing a freshly roasted, juicy chicken leg to a hungry person. Will he eat it or not?

Perhaps sensing some of his thoughts, Czulola's next words were: "I have decided that my next research subject will be your desires."

"This time, even if it means completely destroying your dignity, I will get to the bottom of it."

"Rather, my goal is to crush your dignity."

"Because in my opinion, the one who hurt you was not me who trampled on your dignity, but your dignity itself."

——This sounds exactly like something a bully who doesn't want to take responsibility would say.

But Miel understood that Czulola did not want to bully him, but was angry at the shame he felt because of his damaged dignity and wanted to solve the problem from the root.

Then he came up with the idea - since dignity will hurt you, let me destroy it completely.

In his eyes, was the dignity of humans and elves something like a barrier that would disappear as soon as it was broken?

In fact, he used the word "area" from the very beginning to summarize the sensitive areas where dignity comes into play.

However, knowing that Cthulola was messing around and knowing that his research was unreasonable... Miel still gave the license.

It didn't even take more than three seconds to think.

"Okay." He heard his voice trembling a little.

Only he himself knows how much anxiety and expectation are contained in this trembling.

If it was Mr. Lola... Mr. Lola would definitely treat him gently.

It’s okay to be a little rough.

As long as it's not pure damage, he can bear it.

"The time is still decided by you." Czulola said while hugging Miel.

One of his hands was wrapped around Miel's fragile waist, and the other hand touched the back of his head, touching his soft and smooth silver hair.

Miel closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body and enjoyed the hug, and said "OK" again. This time, his voice was no longer trembling, but carried a hint of coquettish sweetness.

No matter what Cthulora wanted to do, for him, it was equivalent to obtaining permission to indulge himself under Cthulora's control.

Although it's not impossible that Cthulola is actually seriously researching something...

But for things like this, whether you enjoy it or regret it, we’ll talk about it later.

"Not today." Miel's voice returned to its usual cold calmness.

He had just relieved himself today, and even if that unspeakable desire hadn't completely disappeared, it had returned to a controllable level. In the words of Czulola, he had already filled his stomach, and continuing to indulge would be "gluttony."

In contrast, he had too much to do immediately.

"Now, could you please help me with the 'Eye of Insight' ritual, Mr. Lola?"

"I'd love to, Miel."

——Not "human", not "elf", nor "agent", but "Miel".

This name, which had been called by many people, flowed from Czulola's lips. For some reason, it gave Miel goose bumps all over his body, as if an electric current was flowing into his ears and quickly sweeping through his whole body.

Mr. Lola has a really nice voice.

Although it is false, although it is just the irresistible attraction of the Old Ones to intelligent creatures, just like the pheromone suppression of the queen bee on the worker bees.

But, so what?

A chicken leg coated with a charm potion is still a chicken leg. As long as it is not a lethal poison, it will not affect the deliciousness of the chicken leg.

Miel resisted the urge to bite or kiss Cthulola's strong chest, and broke free from his arms before drowning in the abyss of desire. He first held on to the railing on the side of the corridor to take a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the room where he had performed the "Eye of Insight" ceremony.

The goal is to find his blood brothers and sisters.

And the child must have been "used" by Bross, not like Lolisa's child, who was rescued before Bross could attack her.

Can you find it?

In fact, there is a high probability that they will not be found, because first of all, it cannot be ruled out that Bross wants their lives. Secondly, even if they did not die because of what Bross wanted to do, they would most likely be killed by him to silence them like Rosalind.

However, Miel was just trying it out. If he couldn't find it, he would continue to attack Bross's study and try to get the book with black background and silver letters.

After entering the room and greeting the nuns nearby, Miel began the ceremony.

He took out the dagger that had cut him from the family ring and skillfully cut the palm of his left hand.

Bright red blood flowed out and dripped onto the ground, and a hexagram-shaped altar with a circular ring was quickly drawn.

Miel took the initiative to hand his injured hand to Csulola, and this time, Csulola put a bottle of potion in his hand.

The red potion in the transparent glass bottle is the highest level healing potion.

Miel raised his eyebrows in surprise: "This is..."

"Healing potion."

"I know. What I want to ask is..."

"From Tyndall."

“Ah, this…”

"He's a pastor, he doesn't need this at all."

"but……"

"You drink first."

"good."

Miel decided to apologize to Father Tyndall after the ceremony.

He drank the potion, and after a while, the wound on his hand disappeared.

Standing in the middle of the circle, chanting the spell, fantasies of brothers and sisters emerged in my mind.

He gave priority to his brothers because, as they were both men, it was more convenient and less worrying to study their bodies.

It would be best if it wasn't a baby, but a brother of a certain age who could answer his questions.

It doesn't matter if there's only a corpse. You can ask Father Tyndall to help you get some information using "Talking to the Dead."

After the spell was finished, the field of vision changed, falling from the sky above the Liye Continent to somewhere in Snow City.

It was another dim scene, with flickering candlelight, and a black iron cage appeared in the two people's vision.

The huge iron cage seemed to be used to hold some kind of ferocious beast, but the skin illuminated by the dim candlelight was clearly human.

No, these ears with slightly pointed ends did not belong to humans, nor to elves, but to half-elfs.

——In an iron cage was a half-elf with short hair between chestnut and light brown. He was naked and curled up with his knees hugged, his head buried between his knees. The color of his eyes could not be seen.

This is……

Miel's brow furrowed.

Cthulora's voice came to my ears: "I didn't expect it really existed, and it's still alive, male."

His tone was calm, as if the scene he saw was different from his own.

But that's impossible.

Miel's vision came from Cthulora, so Cthulora must have seen it too.

Although he was a half-elf, he, like others with the noble blood of Akunela, was locked in an iron cage like prey caught by hunters and did not even have the right to wear clothes.

It feels like this view comes from underground on the northwest side of Snow City.

There were some clearly illegal transactions going on there.

After Miel determined the location, he ended the ceremony and turned to leave: "Mr. Lola, please hurry up, I don't want anyone to get him before us."

He walked so fast that he bumped into someone as soon as he walked out the door.

"Sorry!" Miel stepped back hurriedly and saw that the person he bumped into was Father Dindel.

Father Tyndall wordlessly took at least three steps back, then spoke in a gentle tone that was completely at odds with his actions: "I heard you performed another ritual that harmed yourself. I was wondering if you need treatment?"

"Ah, about this..." Miel hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth... No, let's be more tactful. "You dropped a bottle of healing potion, and we found it, so... I'm sorry for using it without your permission."

"It's okay, as long as I can help you." Father Dindel said in a calm tone, and his expression was as melancholy as ever. It was hard to tell whether he really didn't care or was concerned about the identity of Lord Miel's son.

"How much money do you need? I can compensate you." Miel raised his hands, ready to take money out of the ring at any time.

However, Father Tyndall shook his head and said, "For God loves the world. I am willing to help you at all costs and ask for nothing in return. May God bless you, Miel Akunyla."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Miel uttered an "Ah," and instinctively took two steps after him. Noticing that he was walking with such determination, he could only make the sign of the cross on his chest: "May God bless you."

Cthulora on the side: "..."

"I'm a little curious." Czulola folded her arms as she said this.

Unlike Miel, who gradually developed awe for the priest, he never showed the slightest respect for the priest from beginning to end. Every time the priest appeared, he remained silent as if to avoid conflict, and only spoke after the priest left.

Of course, it may also be to better play the role of Miel's bodyguard.

Time was running out, so Miel could only respond as he walked forward: "Please speak."

Cthulora followed him, asking as they walked, "Will elves feel happy because they are abused?"

"...Of course not."

"uh-huh?"

"At least most elves aren't like that. I only do that at certain times... If you want to say something, please just say it."

Miel didn't want to discuss such issues in public. If they were in a room with good sound insulation, he would be happy to have a debate with Cthulola without any restrictions.

Perhaps sensing his resistance, Csulola didn't continue to confirm anything with him, and directly said what she wanted to say: "That priest, although I haven't connected with him, I think his masochistic tendencies are greater than yours."

"No, that's not masochism, it's kindness." Miel felt that it was very rude of Csulola to say that to the priest.

Father Tyndall not only provided them with shelter, treated him, and took in a baby girl who had nowhere to go, but also unconditionally tolerated their theft.

No matter who he believes in, it is undeniable that he is a kind and noble priest.

However, Czulola responded: "I think I can distinguish between kindness and seeking abuse. Doing what you can is kindness, while forcing yourself to endure more pain is seeking abuse, and he is obviously the latter."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Although it's just a feeling, I don't think he's helping you just for the sake of helping you. Instead, he's hoping you'll run into more trouble and then seek his help, causing him more trouble and even pain."

"Just a feeling? No proof?"

"Yeah, just a feeling."

"I don't want to question your greatness, so all I can say is that I hope your feelings are wrong."

Miel still prefers to believe that Father Tyndall helped him out of kindness. Perhaps his faith made him need to do good deeds, but the fact that he believed in such a God also proved his kindness.

"He will help me no matter what—at least that much is undeniable?"

"Indeed, it seems like he genuinely wants to help you."

"That's enough."

Miel said as he quickened his pace to leave the church, wanting to reach the destination as soon as possible.

What to do after arriving?

Is there any need to ask?

Rats in the gutter, go to hell!

He is not a priest and will not forgive anyone's sins.

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After walking a distance, Miel suddenly realized something: Mr. Lola, the reason you slandered Father Tyndall is not because you are jealous? Just because I made the sign of the cross on my chest?

Cthulhu: How is that possible? That’s not happening. You’re overthinking it (three consecutive denials)

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