Delegation

In the dark night, there are floating faceless dolls and genderless voices echoing faintly.

The red-haired young man twitched his lips: "Don't you think it's a bit scary to be like this at night?"

The puppet said calmly: "I don't think so."

The other party shrugged and said, "Well, it seems that the Speaker of the Council wants to have a night talk with me. Shall we leave now?"

"Please follow me. All surveillance devices on the road have been turned off."

The puppet led the other party away from the Luo family's residence. In a nearby alley, there was a carriage parked, and the puppet was also driving the carriage.

Oreius got on the carriage, and the carriage rumbled towards the central building. No one blocked their way. When they arrived in front of the central building, the door opened automatically, and the red-haired young man entered under the guidance of the puppet.

Since the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables had ended, the seats had been removed and the hall looked very empty.

Just like last time, the puppet led the guest into the hole in the wall. The familiar coldness permeated the skin, and there was still endless darkness on the other side of the wall.

But this time, the red-haired young man quickly saw the light.

Someone was walking towards him holding a lantern, and when he stopped, he found it was the Speaker of the Parliament.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but I need your help with something."

The Speaker of the Council spoke gently. His body was still woven from light, with some bright spots spilling out from time to time.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Please come with me. Before that, there is something I need to show you."

The president of the council led Oreius through a long dark path and opened the door at the end. Inside the door was an ordinary and warm room, which looked like a small bedroom.

There was an ice coffin where the bed should have been. The coffin lid was made of a whole piece of transparent crystal, so you could see the person lying inside.

He was a man with gray hair and a charming face. The part from his right shoulder to his chest was torn apart by something, and various plant seedlings crawled out of it, spreading outwards from the right half of his body, but were frozen into ice blocks by the ice coffin.

The Speaker of the Parliament stood in front of the ice coffin, looked at the person lying in the ice coffin and said, "This is me."

"I heard that you were injured in the last [Black Mist Counterattack Plan], and it turns out to be true."

The chairman of the council did not give a direct answer, but instead asked: "Do you know what the [Green Mist Tree] is?"

“…He is a god. Just like the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones, he is a fallen god who escaped to the Age of Black Mist.”

[Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] is not the only lucky one. Before her, there were gods who arrived in this era and became swollen scars on this land.

"Smart kid, you know more than I thought."

The Council President said: "Not only the Blue Mist Tree, but the five SSS-level monsters are actually the products of the fallen gods from the pre-Black Mist era. They were born from bloody sacrifices and are extremely dangerous to humans."

"If it was just an SSS-level monster, it wouldn't be a problem for me. Unfortunately, I was chased by three monsters while trying to save people. In the end, I was seriously injured by the [Green Mist Tree]. It can give creatures powerful vitality. These plants kept sucking my life, so I had to sleep in the central building all the time."

"The power level of the gods is too high. If you want to solve it, you must have the remains of the gods with the same attributes. And those fallen gods are also looking for this thing. They are stowaways who escaped from the era before the black fog. They are naturally rejected by this era, so they can only fill the gap by absorbing the remains of gods and break through the limit of SSS level."

"Then the [Monster Lord]..."

"He is different from others. He was born in accordance with the era of black fog and is born to stand at the top. If a god can be born in the black fog, then he should be that god."

The sigh-like voice of the Speaker of the Parliament weighed heavily on the young man's mind, making his expression solemn.

He knew that the Monster Lord was a powerful enemy that could not be underestimated, but this evaluation was far beyond his imagination. As if seeing through his thoughts, the Speaker of the Council smiled helplessly and spoke.

"Let's talk about what we need to do first. Ai Bo is a disciple I am proud of. He and I are both born with natural blood. I once considered him as a candidate for the next chairman of the parliament."

"The difference is that Aibo was more seriously affected by the Black Mist and was born unable to understand normal people. Before, Amon maintained his sanity, but after his death, Aibo became more withdrawn."

"There have been a lot of strange things happening in Partington recently, and Aibo's whereabouts are erratic, which makes me very worried. So I have two things to entrust you with. First, I hope you can help me investigate Aibo's whereabouts; second, I hope you can help me find the remains of the gods as much as possible. You want to invite Aibo to the west, right? If you are willing to accept this commission, I will convince him to agree to it."

He had no reason to refuse. The young man looked directly into the eyes of the chairman of the council, even though it was just a dim light.

"One last question. What will you do if you find out that Aibo has rebelled?"

“…I have an idea.”

"Margarita is a believer of the Blue Mist Tree. If Aibo has any problems, he will definitely join forces with her. We already know the location of the Blue Mist Tree. If we seize the opportunity, we may be able to take advantage of it to get rid of her... No, get rid of the Blue Mist Tree."

The chairman of the council looked at the red-haired young man in front of him, the lantern in his hand flickering softly. His tone was solemn and low.

"If we can defeat the Blue Mist Tree, we can start the second Black Mist Counterattack Plan. To do this, I hope to get your help."

Orelius nodded in agreement, and the Speaker of the Parliament seemed relieved.

"Then I'll leave it to you. The doll will take you away."

After watching the young man's back disappear through the door, the Speaker of the Parliament slightly restrained his smile and lowered his eyes to look at himself in the ice coffin.

After a long time, he seemed to be telling someone something, completing the words he had not said just now.

“So, I have a wish.”

"I hope our children don't have to fear the coming of darkness, and won't be swallowed by the waves of fate. The dark fog is choosing the winners of this era. No matter what the price, we cannot lose."

The lanterns flickered softly, and no one responded to his voice.

When Oleus returned to the family, no one noticed his departure under the handwriting of the president of the council. The puppet left quietly just like when he came.

The next day, Shaken brought back a reply from Ai Bo, who gladly agreed to the invitation three days later.

All the gears snap together and start to operate seamlessly, waiting for the day when the caravan will set out.

......

The world seemed to be falling apart.

How long had it been since he came back? Time seemed to have become a false term, and every moment seemed to pass very slowly.

Sometimes Sevich couldn't help wondering if he had gone crazy, the shock wave from the explosion messing with his brain, but no matter how many times the doctors checked him, all the results were normal.

Everyone's mindset is normal, the people around them are normal, their family is normal, and Partington is normal.

normal,

Normal,

Normal normal ...

When he reacted, the paper in front of him was already filled with the word "normal". The black ink soaked the paper and his fingers like dried blood.

The Brainworm Blood Vein Man threw away the pen with a sullen face, and his temples began to ache again.

He seemed to see a gigantic monster rising from the edge of his consciousness, its drooping tail sweeping across the ground, stirring up invisible hurricanes and tsunamis.

It was heading towards the place where the thought network was. Wherever it went, there was nothing left and corpses were everywhere. He saw an extremely terrifying future, and any scenario that came true would be a catastrophe for mankind.

But every time he wanted to say these words, his thoughts would suddenly stop. When he reacted, he was surprised to find that the people in front of him were looking at him in confusion, asking him why he hadn't spoken. Their eyes were like artificial glass balls under the light, which made Sevitch unable to help but run away.

Countless eyes are watching him.

Mechanical, bloodline, and ordinary people.

He wanted to escape, but every time he wanted to leave the family, someone would appear in front of Sevitch and worriedly advise him to go back and rest.

They all had familiar faces, and were once called family companions. But now, Sevich felt his back tingling when he looked at them.

No, no, no, no...

The brainworm bloodline is the most united bloodline, and the thought network destined them to trust each other. Why should he doubt others? Why are they behaving so strangely? Is there something wrong with them or with the people around them?

What happened? Do you want to dig your brain out and take a look?

I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy...

Sevich cursed in his heart, and there were large dark circles under his eyes. The mental pressure made him unable to rest properly for several days. From the time he woke up to now, the mental state of the bloodline was alarmingly poor.

Who can be trusted? Who is the traitor? Who has something to hide? What can he do? What can he leave behind? What can he do?

Confused thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Sevich bit his fingers nervously, using the pain to awaken his reason and figure out a suitable solution.

He couldn't go look for Aibo. Since in his memory he would rather get hurt than ask for help, it proved that his companions at that time were not worthy of his trust. At least he couldn't put his only bargaining chip on him.

Then the only choice is someone else. By process of elimination, he must have nothing to do with Aibo, be reliable and trustworthy, and most importantly, have the ability to solve all of this.

Sevich pondered over the idea in his mind again and again, and finally after he confirmed the candidate, he changed his clothes at night and quietly walked out of the room.

The familiar family seemed to be in danger at this moment, and the strict defense became the biggest obstacle. The bloodline finally touched the edge of the wall. He climbed over the wall neatly, and before he remembered to land, a familiar voice sounded from below.

"I heard that you haven't recovered yet. Everyone is worried about you. Why don't you stay at home and rest?"

The emerald-eyed noble stood outside the wall, looking up at him with a smile. Beside him stood a man wearing a black mask.

Severich's heart skipped a beat, and his head began to ache again. He felt dizzy and stuttered as he asked.

"What did you...do to me?"

"I didn't do anything. You invited me."

Aibo's eyes narrowed.

"The brainworm bloodline is too special. I was always afraid of being discovered by you. Fortunately, you took the initiative to invite me on the battlefield, otherwise I really don't know what reason I can use to join the MindNet."

Sevich's thoughts raced, and he figured out the key to the problem in a flash.

I see! No wonder the other party did this! This was a trap from the beginning!

"You seem to know something serious. I'm sorry, but I don't want anything to happen after I leave Partington."

Aibo answered in an innocent, smiling tone, just like an innocent child playing with butterfly wings, and looked at the pale-faced Brainworm Bloodline with clear eyes.

"My mere existence is enough to drive you fragile humans crazy."

Sevich's pupils suddenly contracted and he fell backwards without any strength.

The collision of his body with the ground was not as intense as the intense pain of his brain being disturbed by an invisible object. He let out a painful roar from his throat, and vaguely heard the sound of someone rushing over. The teasing green eyes appeared in his mind, and the Brainworm Bloodline bit his lips hard.

It can't end like this!

He used the last bit of his strength to stretch out his mind network and completed an extremely delicate operation in a split second. The guard closest to him was dazed for a second, then immediately came to his senses and hurried to the unconscious young man.

"Master Severitch has fainted. Send him back to his room!"

Amid the noise and chaos, no one noticed that the two people outside the wall had left, as if they had never been there.