Chapter 393 Carol's Hope (3)

Ron just listened silently, but he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and even his breathing was a little difficult.

He didn't know what kind of stimulation the high priest Heferson had received to turn him into such a madman.

He believed that Heferson's original purpose must have been to save the elves and the mother tree of all things, but what he did in the end was contrary to his original purpose.

He suppressed the queen and the pope who were killing the elves, but his actions were even more cruel than those two.

There wasn't much hatred in Carol's eyes, only fear.

She had long forgotten the impression she had left on her parents.

After all, when she was adopted by Hefferson, she was still very, very young, her memory was not yet complete, and only a vague impression remained in her mind, but as time passed, this impression had long been completely erased.

When I think back to my parents now, all I can be sure of is that they were a boy and a girl, nothing more.

Since she had no memory of her parents, even though she knew that her parents might have been killed by Hefferson, Carol would not feel much hatred for them.

Her feelings towards Hefferson were more of fear.

"Heferson has established more than one orphanage. All adopted orphans will be sent there, and we will grow up there until we are six years old."

Carol spoke slowly.

There wasn't much emotion in her voice, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. She was just an indifferent spectator.

"After we turn six, orphans like us will be separated and sent to different white houses."

"The White House?" Ron asked softly, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, the White House."

Carol nodded. "It's huge."

"The walls are painted white and engraved with magic spells. They are very strong and it is difficult to break them from the inside."

"Ten elves will be sent into each white house. Heferson will not assign us any tasks. After sending us into the white house, the staff will leave and let us fend for ourselves in the white house."

“They will not provide any food, they will not provide any drinking water, they will not provide any weapons.”

"They don't have to do anything. When they are hungry to a certain extent, the elves in the white house will start to fight each other. If they want to survive, they can only rely on the flesh and blood of other elves."

Carol's eyes dropped.

Although she tried her best to maintain a calm tone, Ron could feel that her voice seemed to be trembling uncontrollably.

Even that calm voice caused a dense layer of small bumps to appear on Ron's arms instantly. The indescribable fear even made Ron feel a little uncomfortable breathing. Even though he had guessed something in his heart when he heard the word "raising Gu", he was still horrified when Carol said it.

Heferson's brutality was even more exaggerated and terrifying than he had imagined.

"In every white house, only two people survive."

"The two people who survived will be taught the secrets of cultivation by higher beings, and will begin to come into contact with magic and master power."

"In the next year, the only job for all those who survived is to practice. Practice continuously. Practice desperately. Use all means to improve your own strength, because we all know that in the near future, we will enter that white house again."

"A year later, we were sent to that place again. We still had no food or water, but this time we only had some handy weapons..."

"In eleven years, we entered the White House ten times."

"In the first nine times, two people can survive the White House. In the tenth time, only one person can survive."

"Only elves who survive all ten trials are qualified to become members of the assassination group."

"I'm lucky I survived."

Ron felt his throat was a little dry. He knew what Carol's light words "I survived" meant. It represented ten reincarnations of hell and a long time of feeding on the flesh and blood of her own people.

This is the price of survival.

He had no doubt that those who survived in this way were, without exception, the elite among the elite.

Just like Carol, although she seemed a little dazed when I first saw her, and didn't look like a killer at all, but Carol's strength, no matter where she is placed, can definitely be called a master.

The only thing that Ron found strange was that it was not an exaggeration for Carol to say that she had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and had struggled out of hell, but she did not have that twisted and cruel aura.

She didn't seem to be tainted by the experience.

"After I survived the tenth time, I met Hefferson for the first time. I wanted to kill him at that time. I tried, but unfortunately I was no match for him. He was too strong. I was suppressed by him with just one move with one hand."

Carol laughed at herself. "I couldn't even tell how he did it. He just raised his hand and my body fell to the ground uncontrollably. It was as if a mountain was pressing down on me. I felt like my bones and flesh were about to be ground into pieces."

Ron nodded slightly. He wondered in his heart whether he could achieve the same level as Hefferson with his current level.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that unless he removed the seal on his body, or held the Eye of the Dragon God, it would be... very difficult.

This Heferson was probably a worse enemy than Holt and Apu. Among the opponents Ron had faced, perhaps only the gravekeeper could match him, second only to the monster in the Andre family crypt.

"When we practice on weekdays, Heferson's men will also be there to instill in us the idea of ​​loyalty to the high priest, but they obviously don't care much about this aspect."

"After I was subdued, they poured a bottle of potion into my mouth."

"That is a terrible potion, the cruelest poison in the world. If we fail to take the antidote on time, once the potion takes effect, our bodies will gradually rot and eventually turn into a pool of thick water."

"He used this method to control all the people who came out of the White House."

"Those who managed to get out of the White House alive naturally valued their lives very much. No one wanted to throw away the life they had managed to survive with great difficulty. No matter how much they hated the bastard Hefferson, they had no choice but to become the sharpest knife in his hand."

Ron nodded. He finally understood Hefferson's actions.

It's simple, he doesn't need anything like loyalty.

The so-called loyalty is actually the human heart, and the human heart is the thing that cannot stand the test. Compared with the human heart, Heferson obviously feels that human life is more reliable.

"What about you?" Ron looked at Carol: "I always feel like you don't care much about this life."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Thinking about the so-called assassination before, it seems like a joke.

Carol smiled bitterly: "Who can not care."

"After all, I also worked hard to survive the White House..." Carol paused and said helplessly: "Well, maybe I don't care as much as others..."

"Compared to my own life, I care more about other things..."

"I have been living in a cage. I am very curious about everything in the outside world. I want to see what the outside world is like. As for the tasks assigned by the high priest, I will complete them if I can. It doesn't matter if I can't complete them..."

"At least come out and take a look. Even if you die, it's almost enough."

Maybe that’s why Carol’s assassination is so hilarious.

She had murderous intent, but not much.

"call……"

Carol seemed to have released a lot of pressure after she said all the things that were pent up in her heart at once. She exhaled heavily and subconsciously stretched out her arms, as if she wanted to relax.

But this action seemed to have caused some harm to Carol. Her brows furrowed subconsciously, and a flash of pain passed between her eyebrows, then disappeared.

After a brief pause, Carol spoke again: "As for the people the high priest wants to kill, there are many. You, Christian, and Dolores are all on the list."

"The three princesses of the Sibang Theocracy, the fox sisters of the Orc Territory..."

Carol mentioned a lot of names in succession, and Ron's expression became darker with each name that appeared.

"In short, he wants to kill a lot of people. The leaders of all the countries in the entire Twilight Continent and the leaders of the seven major orthodox religions are almost all on the death list. No one knows what he wants to do. He will only tell us who his target is. As for how to do it and why, we tools are not qualified to know."

This is a very scary enemy.

Many of those he wanted to assassinate were extremely powerful and were definitely not targets that could be easily dealt with.

But there is no doubt that this assassination will definitely create unimaginable disasters in the entire Dusk Continent.

Could it be that Heferson's goal was to disrupt the entire Dusk Continent and then take the opportunity to unify the world? Originally, Ron felt that Heferson might be a puppet of the repairman, but now he was not sure. After all, many people on the list were important characters in the game plot. Even the two real puppets, Vice Pope Apu and Holt 474, who had died, were on the death list.

What on earth does this guy want to do? "Why are you so cooperative with me this time? Didn't you refuse to tell me before?" Ron raised his eyebrows and asked.

Carol sighed quietly, "Who knows? Maybe... it's because you have a hope of killing Hefferson?"

"I'll try." Ron nodded. It was a pity that the experience treasure was gone.

"You've told me so much this time, what do you want to get?" Ron asked.

He was easy to talk to. In his opinion, this was a deal. Carol provided him with information and he paid Carol.

After all, Carol is also a hidden protagonist, and she holds the Heart of the Wind.

Although they were enemies before, he couldn't kill Carol, so it would be nice to treat it as a deal. At least it would be a good relationship and ease the relationship between the two sides.

Carol's cheeks suddenly flushed slightly, and her thighs moved slightly on the windowsill. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but her eyes were flickering. She actually wanted Ron to slap her a few more times, which would feel pretty good.

But, she is a girl after all.

He was caught by Ron before, and had no choice. If he died rather than surrender, at least he could leave a good reputation.

How can I bring it up on my own initiative now?

Doesn't she have any dignity? 　I updated 9,000 words today, and I won't update any more. I'm busy after the holidays. I feel dizzy. 　　 　 (End of this chapter)