Chapter 146 The Weak Widow

In the evening, Bishop Cassius was sent to patrol the streets. Samuel soaked in the scalding bath water, but he still shivered all over.

The bathroom ceiling is a whole mirror. Samuel guessed that it was originally designed like this, most likely to be used for something related to human reproduction.

The mercury mirror was smooth and flat, and with the blessing of magic, it was not affected by water vapor at all. Samuel could see his appearance as soon as he looked up - his waist-length black hair was as soft as crow feathers, and his purple eyes were charming. At the age of thirty, his facial features were not particularly gorgeous, but a small mole on the tip of his nose added a bit of charm.

However, beneath the waves, the man's skin and flesh, where blood vessels should be, were all covered with dense black lines.

Especially in the neck and chest, where there are dense blood vessels and the black lines are even denser.

These black lines flowing with the blood made the man's beautiful body appear deadly, and his handsome face also revealed a sense of weirdness.

If I look at it any longer, I’ll get intensive phobia.

Samuel slowly turned his gaze away and sighed softly.

Thinking of the young man he saw during the day, Samuel felt that he was really unlucky as he had also traveled through time.

Because he died as soon as he came through——

A week ago, Samuel opened his eyes again and saw everything in the fantastic magical world. He didn't have time to feel grateful that he had another life.

The next second, she was carried from the banquet hall to the basement by a group of servants, where she met her husband who had not attended the wedding due to illness, the governor of the Golden Town, an old man who was too sick to get out of bed.

Samuel: “…”

During the dragging process, the memories of the original body came back, and Samuel watched the original body's life in the form of a kaleidoscope.

This is the Western Fantasy Continent, where humans and various fantasy creatures coexist.

[Samuel] is a magician with outstanding talent but from a poor family. He was born in the Golden Town and was fortunate to receive the support of Mr. Hermann, the governor of the Golden Town. At the age of thirty, he was successfully promoted to the Grand Magician.

But this was the beginning of his tragic end - after becoming the Grand Mage, [Samuel's] lifespan was greatly improved, almost comparable to some immortal species.

At this time, Mr. Herman was already at the end of his strength due to a genetic disease. He told Samuel that he hoped Samuel could become his wife - his thirteenth wife - to take care of his health, because he did not want the residents of the town to know his specific physical condition, for fear of causing unrest.

Out of gratitude to his benefactor, after much hesitation, [Samuel] finally agreed.

He moved into the Governor's Palace a week early to take care of Mr. Hermann's health.

On the afternoon of the wedding, while dressing up, [Samuel] overheard the servants gossiping about this "old-young romance."

"Is the operating room ready?"

"Get ready—poor [Samuel], he thought he was actually going to get a wedding."

"Don't say that! You know, if it weren't for you, how could he have become a great mage? Extending your life was his destiny from the moment he accepted the first grant."

"Oh, okay, it's just a pity. After all, Master Arnold treated him..."

"Master Arnold can't change anything. Let's go. The banquet hall still needs some disguises."

"You're right, let's..."

[Samuel] was playing with a listening toy that a former classmate had given him as a wedding present.

But by coincidence, he heard the conspiracy against him.

It turns out there was never any wedding, nor any repayment of gratitude. This was all just a scheme to prolong life from the beginning to the end.

[Samuel] was deeply shocked. He immediately understood what Mr. Herman was planning—Mr. Herman wanted his heart.

As a grand magician, the heart is the source of Samuel's power. Mr. Herman believes that as long as he obtains Samuel's heart, he can have the same long life as the grand magician.

[Samuel] couldn't deny it, because it was true.

A human heart infected by magic is far safer than having to go to great lengths to kill an immortal and then accept a heart that is not the right size.

There were still four hours before the wedding dinner. Samuel had no idea how complicated the psychological activities of his original body had been. He only knew that as soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in the banquet hall.

As the thirteenth wife of the governor of the Golden Town, her husband did not attend the wedding due to health reasons.

The wedding guests looked at Samuel with veiled mockery as he was dragged away by servants.

In the basement, Samuel was forced to kneel on the ground.

An intermediate magician holding a dagger slowly walked towards him.

Dozens of seconds later, Samuel was forced to die again - at this time, it should have been less than ten minutes since he was poisoned to death by his father's illegitimate son before he traveled through time.

[Samuel]'s body was probably at the level of an innate holy body among the great magicians. He had his heart taken out and was bled out on the rack, but he was still conscious.

I watched a primitive, barbaric and extremely crude heart transplant operation.

Then he witnessed Lao Deng lying on the bed being poisoned to death - Samuel finally knew how his original body died.

[Samuel] drank poison and killed himself.

The poison he drank was a blood poison similar to snake venom, which could cause the blood in the whole body to coagulate. As soon as the heart was replaced, Mr. Herman was one step closer to death.

Samuel on the rack looked at his chest and saw that there was no blood at all.

No wonder he felt cold hands and feet during the past ten minutes or so. It turned out that his blood was not circulating at all!

Samuel could feel his life slipping away, and the fact that he was still able to keep his eyes open and his mind clear was probably due to the remaining power in his blood.

It wouldn't be long, maybe half an hour, before he would be completely dead.

But at this moment, something strange happened again.

Samuel saw the intermediate magician who had just taken his heart hurried out, and in less than two minutes, he came back carrying a young man.

The young man had a face very similar to Mr. Hermann on the hospital bed, and Samuel knew his identity from the original body's memory.

He is Arnold, Mr. Herman's biological son, a genius alchemist with even greater talent than Samuel.

Isn't he studying away from home?

Why does he look like he has been unconscious for a long time?

It's obvious what Mr. Hermann wanted to do when he brought his unconscious son to his bedside.

Mr. Herman is a ruthless man who doesn't even spare his own son.

Maybe all of his previous dozen or so "wives" were killed in this way, Samuel thought aimlessly.

Very efficiently, Samuel watched another drama of cutting the heart - the knife fell more decisively than killing the New Year pig. Samuel swore that if he could travel through time again and live again, he would never eat pork again.

But the change happened again.

At that time, the young heart was still beating in the tray and on the operating cart, and had not been transplanted.

After losing his heart, Arnold crawled up covered in blood. He touched the ground with his palm, and instantly, a huge alchemy array surrounded the entire room. With his heart as the origin, a dazzling magic halo surrounded it, and everyone in the basement fainted, including Samuel.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw someone walking towards him.

Who is it?

When Samuel opened his eyes again, he was lying in an extremely luxuriously decorated room.

There is still a complex Baroque decoration above his head, which means that he is still in the Western fantasy world and has not been transported to another strange place.

After waking up, Samuel was stunned for two seconds, and then immediately took off his clothes - there was no wound on his chest, it was flat and smooth, not like someone had taken out his heart.

Samuel put his hand on it and felt a strong pulse beating.

But the blood vessels on the back of his hands, chest, and every inch of skin on his body were all black, obvious signs of poisoning.

If everything that happened in the basement was an illusion, why was my heart still beating in my chest? Why was there still remnants of toxins in my body?

If it's not an illusion, then why am I still alive?

Before Samuel could figure it out, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Samuel said as he quickly gathered his clothes and covered himself with the quilt again.

A man in his thirties, also wearing a holy robe, walked in.

He was extremely handsome, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Samuel.

With the memories of the original body, it was not difficult for Samuel to recognize that he was the original body's old classmate, the one who had given the original body an eavesdropping toy as a wedding gift, and the current bishop of the Golden Town branch of the Holy See, Bishop Cassius.

"Samuel, or should I address you as 'Madam'?" Bishop Cassius sat down beside the bed, picked up a strand of Samuel's hair, and said gently, "I warned you a long time ago not to trust the consul too much. He's not a kind and charitable man, but you didn't listen to me and ended up looking like this—so ugly."

Samuel was silent.

He didn't know how much this clergyman knew about what happened last night, but he always felt that he knew more than he did.

Was it him who saved me last night?

"Why aren't you talking?" Bishop Cassius seemed completely oblivious to the fact that the woman sitting on the bed was already a married woman. His movements were a bit too frivolous, and he even tried to touch Samuel's cheek. "Do you know how much effort I put in suppressing those rumors last night?"

Sure enough, Bishop Cassius knew everything that happened in the basement last night.

Maybe he saved me?

[Samuel] didn't know, but Samuel knew that from all the past memories, this gentle yet scheming man in front of him had a good impression of [Samuel].

Samuel dodged his hand that was trying to touch him, and lowered his eyes, making himself look even more weak and pitiful: "Thank you, Cassius, for last night..."

Samuel knew that for most men, nothing was more attractive than a beautiful widow, and he was about to find out what had happened last night.

Suddenly, the door was opened from the outside.

The butler strode in, seemingly oblivious to the overly intimate proximity between the Bishop and the lady of the mansion. He stood in the middle of the room, straightened his collar, and said haughtily:

"Madam, the young master's funeral is about to begin. Please follow me to the cemetery to preside over the funeral."

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