Chapter 591 The Mad Artist
"Don't be too sad, because I'm sad too."
The blue-haired youth had a long face and looked dejected.
Amuro Tooru understood at a glance, shook his head and sighed, "Then I'll go ahead."
“Okay.” Behringer nodded, and after watching him get into the car and leave, he took out the card to check its contents.
[Have you had enough fun? If you have, it's time to do some quests. A few more have been added, so keep an eye out. —M]
Behrfinger choked up.
It's true what they say: procrastination is fun for a while, but doing the task is a nightmare.
He found a spot, changed into the church skin, and then, brandishing his wand, arrived at the location of his mission objective.
He didn't forget to make himself invisible.
After looking around the bustling winter swimming pool, I finally spotted my target floating in a large swimming ring by the poolside.
After thinking for a moment, Behringer threw a control spell, guiding the target to leave the pool, change back into their clothes, and then walk out of the swimming center.
The target was awakened by the cold when he came to his senses.
He was already at home, but his clothes were damp.
He scratched his head, feeling confused, until he turned around to change his clothes, only to see a white figure standing silently behind him.
The man was startled and even stumbled and fell to the ground.
"You, you, you..." he stammered.
Bechfenger raised his hand, his tone gentle and calm, "Good afternoon, Mr. Endo. Although this is a sudden intrusion, I think you should know why I have come to see you."
He bowed gently and politely, which made the other person's face turn pale instantly.
But just as he was about to speak, Behringer spoke up in front of him, his tone amused yet chillingly cold.
"I'm sorry, but we will not accept any excuses. Your breach of trust is a breach of trust."
"But don't worry, because I won't send you to hell."
His expression suggested that he wouldn't kill him, but Endo clearly didn't believe him. He shook his head and waved his hands frantically because he realized that he couldn't make a sound from his throat.
Bechfinger slowly approached him, pulling an iron chain from his large cloak.
"Congratulations, Mr. Endo. I haven't been interested in famous paintings lately, so you're the first person to experience my original work."
Would you feel honored by this?
His tone was no longer gentle and calm, but rather excitedly rising, showing extreme anticipation for what was about to happen.
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Since it was the first time.
He moved very slowly and cautiously, as if afraid that he might accidentally turn this artwork into a pile of rotten flesh.
They stabbed him in the neck with a dagger and then threaded a chain through his neck.
The chains pierced his muscles, wrapping around his body like vines.
They cut off his tongue, then gouged out his eyeballs and stuffed them into his mouth.
For a moment, those two eyeballs seemed even more lifelike than when they were still in their sockets.
The mad artist casually plucked a flower from a nearby vase, tied it together with a smaller chain, and stuffed it into the two empty eye sockets.
After looking at the flowers soaked in bright red, the mad artist tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then found more flowers.
Decorate the area around each eyeball with a flower, insert a few flowers into the bloody hole in his neck, and randomly decorate the other places where the chains pass through.
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