Chapter 49【VIP】

When Sinderel and Ludovik entered the inner door, the control magic lost its effect.

The moment he lost control, Ludovico drew the knife from his waist and pointed it at Sinderel behind him: "Sinderel, how dare you--"

clang--

However, his reaction was definitely not as good as that of Sinderel who had been trained for a long time. Before he could hold the knife firmly, Sinderel pressed his wrist and the knife fell instantly.

Sinderel raised his long legs, tapped the knife with his toes, and then quickly grasped the handle. A cold light flashed, and Ludovic was stunned for a moment before the tip of the knife stopped three centimeters away from his eyeball.

Ludovico was furious, his face flushed red: "You think you can get away by killing me?!"

"Killing you is just a snap of a finger." Sinderel half-closed his eyes. The flickering wall lamp illuminated his profile, making it look particularly cold and stern. An oppressive aura permeated his body. "You still have a chance to survive. Where is 'Pace'?"

Ludovico was angry and cowardly. He had no fighting ability and was just a painter with a clergyman's job.

He knew that if he didn't listen to Xindrel at this moment, his neck would be easily broken like Zhe Maigen's.

He bit his lip impatiently. "...I don't know either. I just followed orders and brought you here, then killed you."

"By you? Or by those amateur killers who are totally unqualified to be your opponents?"

"Because the Lord said that the suppression magic was enough to suppress you!" Ludovico's voice became louder. "Now it's useless. Who is that white-haired man?"

Very strange.

If that person just wanted to see him, he would never use this method, nor would he prevent Ludovico from taking him to see him.

These three or two people were no match for him at all—if it weren't for that so-called suppressing magic.

The one they wanted to send was Ella, who could barely be his opponent, but "Pace" not only did not send anyone, but also found a painter named Ludovico who was weak and helpless.

This is more like - walking into a trap.

He deliberately invited another person to meet him in the name of forcing him to come to the slave farm.

The person "Pace" really wants to see is Opesha, not him.

Realizing this, Sinderel turned around suddenly.

"Sinderel!" Ludovik grinned behind him, "It's useless, because you already have a flaw."

Sinderel was in no mood to pay attention to him and ran madly towards the door.

He whispered to the living creatures around him, ordering them to find Opesha.

However, when he reached the junction of the inner and outer parts, he did not see any trace of Opesa. He knew Opesa would not be outside, so he explored deeper along the corridor, looking back from time to time.

"Who are you—hmm!"

He didn't want to be disturbed, so he killed everyone who blocked his way with a dagger.

No, to be more precise, he was a slave farm lackey.

Dark red bloodstains were left wherever it passed, turning pitch black under the extremely dim candlelight, and the thick blood sprayed on the wall gave off the smell of death.

Where is she.

Where is she.

Where is she.

Sinderel didn't know, and could only run around like a headless fly, searching for Opesha with perseverance in this endless darkness.

His pace slowed as the wall receded, and he saw the slaves who were imprisoned in cages because they were pregnant.

Rotten, dirty, smelly, gloomy, desperate, and terrifying.

No words can describe the scene before my eyes.

But it was everything that Xindrell had truly experienced in his memory.

His mother seemed to have been a daughter of a noble family, and his father was also a highly respected nobleman.

He should have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and raised in a privileged environment.

But that man wouldn't let him - he forged a document accusing his father of treason and obtained evidence of frame-up, which led to his father being beheaded in public.

Family members died or were sold, and although the mother survived, she suffered more than if she had died.

She became a slave in a slave farm and was locked up there because she was pregnant.

Pregnant women were all brought here for treatment, and their life and death were left to fate. He was born in this environment and survived for a month relying on his thin breast milk.

But he was a slave since birth and could not change.

He later investigated these himself.

Not long after he was born, his mother died. He lived in this cage for three years and met Father Kidd.

He remembered the five-pointed star in the red book in Kidd's hand, so he got some mud on his hands and drew a five-pointed star in the corner of the wall.

He used to love stars the most and would climb up the stone wall and look at the twinkling stars in the night sky through the cracks.

But that was only in the past.

Sinderel turned and left.

Those slaves were not completely innocent either.

In extreme environments, any creature is a beast without any rules.

If they hadn't taken her mother's food, she might have had a better chance of survival.

He turned and continued to look for Opesha.

However, the moment he turned around, his hearing caught silence.

He didn't look back, but his whole body's senses were locked.

As Sindriel's dagger exploded in the corridor with a crisp sound, he saw clearly the dagger engraved with the same pattern as his dagger.

"After all these years, the female voice is still as sharp as ever, with a deliberately drawn-out ending.

Sinderel took a half step back and looked at the newcomer coldly.

Ella leaned against the cold stone wall, as if she was leaning not against the entrance of a dirty prison cell, but against a velvet couch in a flower kiln.

She was wearing a deep purple dress with a very low neckline, revealing her bronze skin and delicate collarbone. Even in this dim and dirty light, the carefully applied makeup on her face was still clearly visible.

"Hi, Miss Sinderel." Ella raised her hand and glanced up and down at Sinderel's clothes meaningfully. "You actually told her? That's great! I thought you were going to keep it a secret forever."

She casually toyed with a short silver blade between her fingers, its blade as thin as a willow leaf, reflecting the dim light of the candle. She looked at Sinderel with a familiar and condescending scrutiny, a faint smile on her lips, as if she were looking at an old lover whom she missed but also felt a little disappointed.

"Where is she?" Sinderel asked bluntly.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I've been ordered to detain you. It would be embarrassing if I told you so soon." Ella flicked her red-painted nails. Her voice was still charming, but the smile didn't reach the depths of her eyes, which were filled with indifferent calculation. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

Sinderel's eyes remained motionless, like a frozen pond. He ignored the probing and teasing in her words, his sharp gaze sweeping over her seemingly casual stance, capturing the subtle shifts in her center of gravity and the angle of the silver blades on her fingertips.

"You know where she is." His voice was emotionless, low and direct.

"Of course." Ella smiled charmingly and stood up straight. The lazy posture disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hostile attitude ready to explode. "Not only do I know, I also know where those two idiots are."

Sindriel drew his own dagger, gripping both blades tightly. "Speak."

"How cold-hearted..." She sighed, taking a step forward. Her footsteps were so light that ordinary people couldn't hear them at all. "You don't care at all about how I, as your senior, am doing..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold silver light suddenly tore through the air.

Ella's movements were strangely fast, leaving an afterimage in her sudden attack. The next moment, the silver willow blade was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, wiping towards Sinderel's throat with great cunning.

Sinderel parried the fatal blow with his dagger, and the short sword grazed his throat.

Sparks briefly erupted in the dim corridor. At the moment the two forces collided, Ella twisted her wrist, and the soft blade swirled around the edge of his dagger and slid down, slicing directly at his fingers holding the knife.

Sinderel frowned, and a layer of skin was cut off from his fingers.

But the pain didn't bother him.

He directly grasped the blade of Ella's knife, and used the force to slam forward towards Ella, grabbing her knife-holding wrist with his left hand, while raising his right knee and slamming it hard into Ella's abdomen.

This is the drawback of Ella's attack method. She uses a soft sword, which has amazing damage but can also be used as a whip to restrain her movements.

Ella instantly pulled back the soft knife, jumped back, and landed steadily.

"You still don't know how to be gentle with women." Ella glanced at the red mark on her wrist left by Sinderel's grip, licked her red lips, but her eyes turned cold.

Sinderel remained defensive, his aura steady as ever. After the brief exchange, he'd confirmed that Ella's skills hadn't deteriorated in the past three years of living in the flower kiln; instead, they had become even more cunning and unpredictable.

"You were the one who told him about Opesha." Sinderel's cold gaze was directed at Ella. "I was just a cover. He was looking for Opesha."

He used a declarative sentence, not a question.

Ella's smile deepened, tinged with a hint of cruel amusement. "You're always the calmest and smartest." The silver blade in her hand gently pointed toward the corridor behind Sinderel. "That woman named Opesha is indeed very charming. Your Excellency went to see her specially."

She deliberately looked at the women who had met a tragic end. "What do you think would be the fate of a slave who was pregnant with a child that shouldn't have existed?"

The moment the words fell, the ice in Sindriel's eyes suddenly shattered, and he rushed towards Ella with double blades in his hands.

He wants to kill her.

However, Ella had no intention of fighting him again.

She just raised her hand slightly, showing him the dark red dried mark on her palm.

The familiar pain swept through his limbs again, restricting his movements.

Sinderel took a few steps with difficulty, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees.

"The fun is over, dear." Ella twisted her wrist and walked gracefully in her high heels to Sinderel's front. "Let me tell you, Opesha gave up on you a long time ago."

"My Lord told me she doesn't belong in this world. I think you know better than me that she won't stay here, and certainly won't have any feelings for you." She lifted Sinderel's chin with her toes, bending down to observe him carefully for a moment. "As someone from another world, perhaps she will understand my Lord's intentions and help you become a god."

"...Get out" Sinderel gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word.

He doesn't believe it.

Because she said that what she wanted was for him to be free and not be trapped by shackles.

Ella's face suddenly changed and she kicked him over.

He slammed his head against the wall without a word, his eyes so cold they could almost kill Ella.

"Lord Ella." A man in a black robe came from behind and bowed to Ella.

"Tie it up," Ella waved, pacing carelessly. "Send it to the adults' room."

He was taken to the private room, behind layers of red curtains and cold gray iron bars.

His mouth was blocked and he could only see into the room through the gap.

He saw "Pace" - Kidd.

The priest he once thought was his salvation turned out to be the man "Pace" who brought him pain.

But he didn't feel the pain yet because he had expected it.

It didn't matter, he would kill that man sooner or later.

Until, Opesha was straddling the man.

“…To me, they are just virtual creations.”

"What are you talking about, I have feelings for Sinderel?"

"What kind of feelings do you have? Do you like him threatening me with death, or do you like his extreme coldness?"

"I became a 'stepmother' for no apparent reason, and was burdened with a huge debt. I also have to live cautiously and try to please this unpredictable 'stepdaughter'. I have long wanted to find someone to marry, so that I can be free and find a way back home."

His breath hitched, and even though there was no magic suppressing it, he still felt pain.

Even more painful than the pain caused by magic.

She wants to go home.

She hated his extremes and indifference.

She had never considered him a "real person".

He carefully asked her for warmth and the love he had never had before.

He tried to socialize, learn to deal with his emotions, and help her achieve her dreams.

All of this became a joke for his own amusement.

She hates it.

He looked into her eyes that refused to retreat, trying to find some tiny light in the darkness, trying to find his own shadow, but found nothing.

"If you say so," Kidd paused and snapped his fingers.

The curtain was drawn open, and Sinderel finally met those gentle eyes, the eyes he wanted to live in for the rest of his life.

Opesa's calm was broken, and she looked at him in panic and shock, trying to explain something.

It's useless.

Sinderel could hear nothing.

The emerald pupils became dull and lifeless, and he looked like a broken puppet. Even if he had been extremely loved by his master in the past, after he broke down, he was just a piece of trash that could be seen everywhere on the street.

She betrayed him too.

Those beautiful words will be shattered in the memory in an instant, and the short-lived joy in those days will eventually be torn apart by the betrayer.

What is the meaning of his life...?

He hates it so much.

He hated her so much.

He hates her so much!

In an instant, Opesa discovered that a black light was shining on Sinderel's body.

"Cinderel!" She called out anxiously, but she found that her body also began to glow, "What, what is this?!"

"Finally..." Kidd curled his lips into a smile, hooking the silk ribbon and gently lowering it, revealing a pair of white eyes without eyeballs, "It succeeded. The god I created - Sinderel."

Although she was clearly standing on the ground, Opesa felt as if her feet were floating in the air and even her body began to become transparent.

"Opesha!" The door was flung open and Amra rushed in, staring at Kidd with wide eyes, "What did you do!"

"Long time no see, Amra." Kidd still smiled. "Nothing much, just sending someone who doesn't belong in this world back to where she belongs."

Opesa cried out, "No, he is not the God you created! He is—"

My eyes were filled with white light.

When she came back to her senses, a mobile phone appeared in front of Opesa.

The lock screen clearly displays: December 31, 2023.