Chapter 165 The Disappearing Black Line

——The timeline returns to the present.

In the evening, after sending Bishop Cassius to continue his patrol alone, Samuel returned to his mansion and soaked in the scalding bath water, but he still shivered all over.

His mind kept thinking about things related to the past, and he stared blankly at the mirrored ceiling.

The person in the mirror has waist-length smooth black hair and deep, charming purple eyes. She is about thirty years old. Her facial features are not particularly gorgeous, but a small mole on the tip of her nose adds a bit of charm.

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

Especially the neck and chest, where there are dense blood vessels and black lines like tangled spider silk.

These black lines flowing with the blood made the man's beautiful body appear dead, and his handsome face looked extremely weird.

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.

As soon as he arrived, his heart was ripped out. He was not dead yet and had to hide in the wolves. Except for a relatively loyal puppy, he was walking on thin ice.

Now, he has learned most of the skills of his original body, but those people still try to jump on his head and continue to bully him.

It’s so hard for me…

Samuel facepalmed.

At this time, only the room at the end of the corridor on this floor and the mountains of gold inside could give him some comfort.

After soaking for too long, the skin on his fingertips was a little wrinkled. Samuel slowly came out of the water and walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

Since he gradually showed his strong attitude, no servant dared to break into his bedroom at will. Samuel stood in front of the wardrobe, stepped on the bath towel to look for clothes, and took out a black nightgown and put it on.

He turned around and saw Arnold.

Samuel: “…”

"When did you come back? Why didn't you say anything?" Samuel asked him. "Which house did you go to?"

"Aunt Josephine's house." Arnold replied.

He kept his eyes on Samuel and followed him to sit on the sofa.

When he came back, he happened to see the black-haired beauty gently peeling off the bath towel and stepping on it with her bare feet to search for clothes.

Samuel's skin was very white, but not the pale paleness of a dead person. Instead, it was a very smooth, satin-like pearly white. The black lines gave him a sense of weirdness and fragility, like a small fly wrapped in the spider silk spit out by a black widow.

No, he is the Black Widow.

A black widow whose husband died.

A young man like Arnold couldn't resist the strong impact of beauty, so how could he bear to warn him?

Just by standing back and watching, his salivary glands were already reminding him to be more restrained.

"Mother, are you still going out?" Arnold asked him.

Samuel shook his head. He had originally planned to cancel the night patrol and take Arnold to demonstrate at midnight, but his encounter with another time traveler made him so distracted that he had no energy to do anything.

After parting with Bishop Cassius, he immediately returned to his palace and sent Arnold to teach those annoying relatives a lesson.

He himself felt listless and couldn't concentrate on reading, so he simply took a bath.

The feeling of uneasiness still spread in my heart.

Arnold recounted his experience of terrorizing his relatives: his first stop was Mrs. Josephine's house, but he found that everyone was gathering there, so he didn't have to go to the next few stops.

At that time, a ball was being held at Lady Josephine's house to help Lady Josephine's youngest daughter make friends with gentlemen. The so-called gentlemen were nothing more than their respective in-laws and business partners.

The zombies were partying outside, so Bishop Cassius sent all the priests to maintain order outside to ensure the safety of the residents.

But in the gentry's mansion, there was singing and dancing. Ladies in exaggerated dresses covered their mouths with folding fans and negotiated to raise the price of gold and enchantment services by another liter.

The men gathered together to discuss who would be suitable to be elected as consul.

Coincidentally, the first dance was about to begin, and Lady Josephine's youngest daughter and the person she had finally chosen were about to step onto the dance floor hand in hand.

A purple light flashed, and the teleportation array drew a perfect circle in the center of the dance floor, and Arnold appeared in front of everyone.

The atmosphere stagnated briefly, and then screams one after another broke the original harmonious atmosphere. Arnold raised his hand and blocked several exits. The magicians outside could not come in, and the people inside could not go out.

He first asked who was spreading rumors about his father and new stepmother - no one answered.

Then he told them to be quiet, he was looking for evidence from that year and he would come again.

"What evidence from that year?" Samuel asked him.

Then, Arnold told the story of his previous eleven stepmothers - each of them died mysteriously shortly after their marriage, either because of a missing organ or because their property and that of their family was merged into the name of a relative.

——Primitive accumulation of capital is a historical process that directly separates producers from the means of production, mainly through violence, thereby rapidly concentrating monetary wealth in the hands of a few people. [1]

Samuel suddenly remembered this sentence.

In other words, the ten tons of gold and the gold mine that produced it did not actually belong to Mr. Hermann's family at the beginning.

They were plundered.

"Mother," Arnold said, "I mean, the mother who gave birth to me. I've never seen her, but I imagine she might have gone through the same thing. When I was very young, I heard the servants mention that her family was very wealthy."

"Is the servant still here?"

"He was very old and died a long time ago."

"Do you have evidence for these things?"

"No."

Samuel sighed, Arnold was really miserable.

If it weren't for that teacher, he might not have grown so big.

But even though that teacher educated Arnold into a unique genius alchemist, Arnold was still killed by his own father.

You shouldn’t be called Arnold, you should be called Awei—Awei is dead. Samuel didn’t know why he thought of this and suddenly burst out laughing.

Arnold looked at him in confusion.

Samuel scratched his chin and said, "Poor little thing, let me go to your father's office tomorrow and help you find evidence of their crimes so that they will receive the punishment they deserve, okay?"

The puppy nodded vigorously.

He leaned over and hugged Samuel's waist, rubbing his face lovingly against his chest and abdomen.

Arnold liked Samuel so much. He felt that there was no one more beautiful and kind than Samuel.

Even though he was in such a horrifying state of the living dead, Samuel was willing to take him in.

I also want to take him away and help him get revenge.

Like Samuel.

"I like you very much." he said.

Samuel didn't know if he heard it clearly, he hummed softly, it was hard to tell whether it was a statement or a question.

But the atmosphere gradually became subtle.

At first, Arnold felt that the ends of Samuel's hair were still a little wet. He gathered the long hair into his palm, and beautiful patterns appeared on the basic refining array in his palm. He wanted to help Samuel dry his hair.

The crow-feather-like hair and the black line on the white neck were too similar, which made Arnold a little confused, so he reached out to grab it.

Samuel felt his somewhat cold fingers touch his neck and shrank uncomfortably.

But the next second, Arnold's whole hand grasped the back of his neck, and Samuelton felt as if he was being clamped by a wild beast.

Before he could resist, Arnold pressed himself against him.

The tall nose rubbed against his chest. After many days of development, Samuel had a knee-jerk-like sensitive response to the same contact.

My body suddenly went limp.

The most profound memory that emerged was the day when I was pressed against the wall and questioned by the red-haired puppy after playing with Chuan Chuan.

Noticing his distraction, Arnold quietly bit open the rope on the front of his robe.

A large area of spring light suddenly appeared, under the dim light, on the sofa, Samuel thought that this had gone beyond the scope of marginal sexual behavior.

Because he stood up.

When the puppy was trying to please him on his chest, he couldn't help but rub against the puppy's waist.

Staring at the chandelier on the ceiling for too long, the residual images on Samuel's retina made his vision blurred and his pupils difficult to focus.

Everything in his eyes was a state of highly diffused light radiation.

Halfway through, he noticed the sucking turning into a kiss, but he didn't stop it.

He let his lips part slightly, breathing out increasingly hotter and faster breaths.

Until being kissed and taken in by another pair of lips and tongue.

Samuel reacted suddenly, he struggled to sit up and pushed the person away.

"What are you doing?" he snapped.

Arnold was startled by his sudden action and did not answer immediately.

Samuel's eyesight had not yet recovered, and he could not see the complicated expression on Arnold's face.

The two of them were silent for a while, long enough for Samuel's body to calm down.

"Forget it, why should I bother with a fool?" Samuel muttered, straightening his collar.

"Samuel...Mother." Arnold tried to pull Samuel's hand.

"Arnold, I want to tell you something seriously." Samuel said coldly, "From now on, you are not allowed to touch my body without my consent. Until your mind returns to normal and you understand what this is, I refuse any intimacy."

Arnold looked at Samuel's blushing face and blinked slowly.

He had an incredible guess, could it be that Samuel...

"Okay." Arnold agreed.

He thought Samuel needed some time to think calmly, and perhaps this direction of thinking was exactly what he was eagerly looking forward to.

Arnold said, "Mom, I'm going back to the cemetery to get some things. You go to bed first."

Samuel nodded. He was too confused to ask any questions.

Arnold did not use the teleportation array this time. He left through the window. After he left, Samuel stood in front of the window and felt the wind for a while, which made his head hurt. Then he closed the window and planned to go to sleep.

Go to sleep and think about it tomorrow. Night is not a good time to make a decision. If you really can't make a decision, you can think about it after you run away. There is no rush anyway.

After comforting himself, Samuel went into the bathroom and planned to comb his hair before going to bed to prevent it from getting frizzy tomorrow.

But when he saw himself in the mirror, his eyes widened in surprise——

Messy hair, rippling purple eyes, slightly swollen lips, and rosy cheeks.

There are many kiss marks on the neck.

These traces are not the most important.

What really shocked Samuel was that his skin was as white as jade, without any strange black threads.

Looking at his wrist, he could see lavender veins.

——Why did the corpse qi disappear?

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[1] Quoted from Baidu Encyclopedia entry [Primitive Accumulation of Capital]

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