Chapter 159 Little Finger
The time goes back to the evening of the first day of the God’s birthday.
Katifan, St. Dover.
"Xia! This is your package, sent from the New Victory Klein Manor~"
Xia blinked and asked in surprise: "What? Give me a package? At this time?"
"Yes, it looks like a gift box. Xia, did your family give you gifts on the birthday of the god?"
The student in charge of looking after the incoming parcels said with envy, never wondering why a super noble like Klein would not have his parcels delivered by servants but by such a public postal route.
Xia took the package and agreed with the student's words with a smile on her face.
"I was surprised too... After all, we are no longer children and have passed the age of receiving gifts for the gods' birthdays."
The student immediately flattered, "This shows that in the eyes of Xia's family, Xia is still a child who needs care. She never needs to grow up. That's great!"
Xia smiled brightly, but the smile in her eyes faded quietly.
"Hehe, parents always love their children." He said with a natural smile, "I'm going to the Vatican to celebrate the birthday of God later, so I'll leave first."
"Okay, okay, go quickly! Don't keep the people from the Vatican waiting anxiously. Goodbye, Xia!"
"Yeah, bye."
After watching Xia walk away, the student turned around and sighed to his friend beside him: "This first-year Xia is so lucky. She has such a good family background and such a powerful nobleman. I didn't expect that they would still think about the gifts for the God's Birthday and can even go to the Vatican to celebrate the God's Birthday..."
The friend sneered and said disdainfully: "Envy him? What is there to envy about him?"
"Do the Klein family's packages still need to go through the itinerant merchant route? Let alone slaves and servants, even their industries that span various fields would not be so severe.
"This can only mean one thing. Either the package was not sent by Klein Manor at all, or the person who sent the package didn't take it seriously at all and just dealt with it casually."
"As for the Holy See..." The friend paused, as if he was disgusted and looked down upon her, "Look at him, he claims to be the quasi-holy son all day long, but what did he get in the end?"
The student also wanted to defend Xia.
"Then it's because Lant happened to benefit from the ability to heal the plague! If the Saint Son selection competition really goes to the end, it's still uncertain who will become the Saint Son."
My friend rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, there are so many ifs. If it's not possible, it's not possible. Instead of thinking about how to create a perfect appearance, he should think about how to convince those fence-sitters to support his election next year."
"Oh, by the way, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that he can still compete with Rand. I'm just saying that he shouldn't lose too badly. That would be ugly..."
On the other hand, Sia, who was at the center of the topic, had no idea that the perfect image she had worked so hard to maintain had already started to show cracks.
He returned to his single dormitory and carefully opened the package with an expectation that he was not even aware of.
There was indeed a beautifully wrapped gift box inside.
Xia patiently took out the wrapping paper and ribbon and placed them on the red silk tray beside her.
He opened the lid of the gift and found a very beautiful feather pen inside with a card underneath the pen.
Xia held the feather pen in one hand and picked up the card with the other.
The card simply said "Happy Birthday to God" and was signed by "Zorn Klein".
A subtle smile appeared on Xia's face, which was not as perfect as his usual smile, but seemed more sincere.
"Is this the mutual comfort between two poor souls?" Xia said softly, as if asking the air, or as if asking himself.
"That doesn't matter." He asked himself and answered.
Xia folded the stiff cardboard in half and threw it aside, and placed the feather pen on the desk.
"Everything I want, I want to hold tightly in my hands."
Whether it is true or false, you must do it according to his wishes.
…
After opening this gift that took so much thought, Xia changed into a red and white robe and headed to the Vatican as originally planned.
This time there was no servant to drive for him, because on the God's Birthday Rixia would definitely give his servants a day off, and he was somewhat disgusted with slaves who were in a gray area, and was unwilling to let the slaves drive him to the Holy Temple, so he had to humble himself and lower himself.
Fortunately, Saint-Dove was not too far from the Vatican, and he could ride there on horseback.
He had walked this road countless times, and even without a servant to drive him, he could easily identify the correct direction.
As Xia pulled the reins, he wondered whether Callisto would also prepare a gift for him on the God's Birthday.
On every birthday of God in the past, the Holy See prepared a birthday gift for him.
Sometimes it was given to him by a nun, sometimes by a Knight Templar, and sometimes by a bishop, but no matter who it was, he would always receive a carefully prepared gift on the birthday of God.
It’s not that Xia didn’t know that every child of appropriate age in the Vatican would receive a gift, but he was just obsessed with the idea that his was different.
The portion that belonged to Xia must have been prepared for him by Callisto himself.
It was simply because of the Pope's benevolent and selfless status that it was inconvenient for Callisto to give it to him personally.
Callisto would always be special to him, Xia firmly believed that.
Xiya got the good mood to end in the 35th minute.
Somehow, there were fewer and fewer people around him.
This is obviously a busy street, but the surrounding environment reveals an indescribable weirdness.
The well-trained horse under him also began to get restless and tried to break free from the reins.
The danger alarm in Xia's mind finally sounded, and he realized that he had inadvertently fallen into a psychedelic magic circle set up by others!
The magic circle was changing invisibly, and he had been drawn into the most dangerous area from the entrance.
The horse struggled more and more, even to a state of madness.
It neighed at the top of its lungs, and no matter how Xia pulled the reins or tried to comfort it, it was of no use.
Finally, after a long and mournful cry, the horse broke free from the reins and rushed off into the distance.
Xia was thrown to the ground and looked in the direction where the horse ran away in embarrassment.
The horse sensed the danger and just wanted to run to a safe place. But how could it tell that the so-called "safe place" in front of it was an illusory death array instead of a living person?
As expected, the horse crashed straight into the nothingness and died without even having time to let out a scream.
Horse blood splattered everywhere. Xia closed his eyes and felt a fishy heat on his cheeks.
The spots of blood splattered on his curly blond hair, his cheeks, and his trembling eyelids.
Xia wiped her face silently, extinguishing the last bit of hope in her heart.
His voice was trembling, and he said helplessly, "I don't know what you mean? Has Xia ever offended you?"
This magic circle was clearly aimed at him, and Xia was frantically thinking about the suspicious candidates in his mind.
Who is it? Who hates him so much?
This magic formation is profound and mysterious, with dead eyes everywhere. There is no chance of survival at all. It is definitely meant to kill him.
Even Xia could see the eyes of the death array clearly, because the wizard who set up the magic circle deliberately wanted him to see it!
Lu Yi's face and Rant's face flashed through Xia's mind, but no matter which guess it was, whether it was correct or not, he didn't dare to call out the name easily, for fear that the visitor would kill him directly in an impulsive manner.
No, he had to stay calm.
This is Katifan, the territory of the Holy See.
If he doesn't show up for a long time on the God's birthday, someone will definitely notice something is wrong. Now he just needs to delay time and wait for the rescuers to find him.
Realizing that the person opposite him was not buying his pitiful performance at all, Xia immediately changed his attitude.
He adjusted his movements imperceptibly, pointing the best-looking half of his face towards the direction with the strongest magic power.
The pitiful smile on Xia's face disappeared, replaced by a stubborn and extremely calm expression.
"Sir, I don't know who you believed in and why you wanted to kill me, but I beg you to think twice before you act. Callisto is my old..."
An arrow carrying a murderous aura flew past, and its magic power cut off half of his ear before dissipating directly into the air. However, the tiny bit of magic power that remained in the air was terrifying.
Xia stopped talking abruptly, as if she was unable to react. She just stretched out her hand and touched her left ear, which was in severe pain.
“You, you…”
Blood gushed out from the neat gap in his left ear and flowed directly across most of his face.
And that person finally slowly appeared in his trembling eyes.
He was a thin man, who looked like he was born with a deficiency and had not seen the sun for a long time. His face was pale and his hair was black. Looking at him at this moment was like looking at a dead person.
Xia swallowed hard and covered her ears tightly with her left hand.
Under the threat of that terrifying magic, he didn't even dare to cast a healing spell on himself.
Eris looked at him and said disdainfully, "Are you Xia?"
In the early spring when the weather was still cold, a few drops of cold sweat the size of beans appeared on Xia's forehead.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say "yes".
But Eris did not want his answer. She simply stretched out her hand and dragged him by the neck with invisible magic, suspending him in the air.
Almost instantly, horrible purple bruises appeared on Xia's thin white neck.
All the air was sucked out of her, and Xia's face turned red as liver.
“Ka, Ka…”
Eris didn't want to waste any more time talking to him and just wanted to take off his head as soon as possible to please Lu Yi.
Although she borrowed the power of Mios to break free from the darkness of the sky, Eris always remembered the agreement she made with Lu Yi.
Kill Sia for him.
If Eris reached the agreed terms, then Lu Yi, who failed to rescue him, would definitely agree to his other terms to make up for the contract.
As the arc of Xia's struggle became smaller and smaller, Eris' smile became brighter.
How would he reward him?
With sparkling eyes, with soft lips, with scarlet tongue—
"If you don't want to be wiped out by me, you'd better start running now..."
A deep voice sounded, and Xia fell to the ground.
Without the force of magic, Xia fell heavily to the ground, gasping for fresh air in a panic.
Eris' smile suddenly disappeared, and he stared at the familiar figure in front of him.
Ares ignored his gaze and said, "Three——"
"two……"
Before the word "one" fell to the ground, Eris was unwilling to escape, leaving only the words "You won't be proud for long" floating in the place.
Xia, who collapsed on the ground, thought that she was finally saved. After finally catching her breath, she looked up and said, "Thank you, sir. I--"
His words were cut off again, his pupils dilated, reflecting the almost identical faces of the man in front of him and the man who had almost tried to kill him just now, like a pair of black and white twins.
There was no murderous intent, but his fear was more intense than every moment before.
Xia immediately reacted in an awkward manner, but before he could make any move, he felt a sharp pain in his right hand.
He watched helplessly as half of the little finger bone on his right hand was cut off, and then he fainted.
And the person in front of him never even glanced at him from beginning to end.
Ares appeared silently and left silently.
Only Xia was left lying on the ground like a dead dog.
The magic circle began to fade away gradually.
The surrounding scenes returned to reality, and soon someone spotted Xia in the corner, calling out in panic:
"Oh my god! Someone come quickly! Someone is dying!!"
The author has something to say:
Eris: Very annoying :(
Ares: Happy :)
I saw Xiaobao mentioned the end of the comment section.
Looking up at the sky, I really want to finish it, but the progress bar is only more than halfway through (flowing lasagna) there are still hundreds of thousands (crying bitterly) and there are still elf copies, the finals, the dragon copies, the throne and the god position (smile disappears)
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