Chapter 151 - Say a Name
Chapter 151 - Say a Name
Six days after the death notice was issued, except for the fire set by the church on Civilian Street, the capital was eerily peaceful.
The church did not catch Ning Fei, and Ning Fei did not appear in front of the powerful church. Some nobles even had a feeling: Maybe Ning Fei was just intimidating them verbally? Or maybe, he didn't have the ability to break into the house of a great noble, so he killed an unknown minor noble, but the news had not spread yet?
But when some people relax, others become more nervous.
On the sixth night, a black carriage slowly drove to the central square. There were two people sitting in the carriage - Duan Yunhong, who seemed quite interested, and Miyal, who was like a frightened bird.
"There are always guards patrolling the square, so no one can write down the name quietly. Even if they do, Ning Fei may not be able to see it close enough." Miyal looked at the brightly lit square with a worried look on his face, "If he can't see the name, then he can kill whoever he wants, right?"
Duan Yunhong sneered upon hearing this: "He can kill whoever he wants to kill."
"My Lord Earl, your words will make me think that you are friends with him, or even on his side." Miyal looked at him and frowned, "Your previous behavior was already very suspicious, please do not let the church increase its suspicion of you."
"Doubt it. Do you think you can catch Ning Fei by suspecting me? Don't dream." Duan Yunhong said sarcastically, "And you want to report me? Just based on the fact that you offended Ning Fei that day, you'd better survive tomorrow first."
Miyal was extremely annoyed by his attitude, but this was the first time he had seen Earl Andrew in six days, and he still had something to ask of him, so he had to endure it. The quasi-saint tried hard to adjust his facial expression, making himself look a little pitiful, aggrieved, and tolerant, which was an expression that most of the men (he had received) liked.
"Sir, I didn't mean to say that on purpose that day. But he was blaming the church, and all the priests were present, and I was the lowest in status. If I didn't speak out in rebuttal, you can probably imagine what would have happened to me when I returned." Miyal lowered his head and sighed, "In fact, I was the one who was treated, so how could I not want to pay? I was lying on the hospital bed at that time, and I had no idea what others had done, and how Ning Fei had misunderstood me. But if he wants to kill me first just for this hundred yuan consultation fee, then I really..."
Duan Yunhong waited for two seconds: "Really what?"
Miyal: “…”
"If you can't think of it, don't hold it in." Duan Yunhong's tone was cold, not like he had taken the bait at all, "Send someone every day to say they want to see me. If you have something to say, just say it."
Miyal choked again. That’s right, he said every day that he wanted to see Earl Andrew, but this was because the Earl had been acting out of character and avoiding him! Even when Miard himself wrote several earnest letters, the messenger came back to report that Count Andrew opened them, glanced at them, and threw them away, showing no sign of being moved at all. You know, it was Earl Andrew who took the initiative to find Miyal before!
But today, Miyal could no longer sit still, so after hearing that Earl Andrew "went to the central square to check the situation again", he hurried over in a panic. You know, a few days ago, Miyal was so afraid of death that he didn't dare to step out of the main building of the church. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just written a letter in the past few days instead of visiting in person. The reason why he rushed over to see Duan Yunhong in the middle of the night was that he was extremely panicked.
And Miyal had another thought - even if Earl Andrew didn't want to pay attention to him, as long as he stayed with him, wouldn't they be protected together?
This is the only solution. The priest from the church was too stubborn and insisted that Ning Fei could not possibly kill anyone in the church, and that if he came, he would never come back. However, the church only focuses on protecting the Pope, priests and official saints, and Mial, a candidate for saint with a high risk factor, cannot be assigned more manpower. Miyal tactfully asked the priest for help, but the priest just brushed him off by saying, "Ning Fei can't get in, the church is safe." These people didn't care about Miyal's life at all. The "candidate Son of God" was no different from the "holy apprentice", and was not much different from ordinary civilians.
As for the other nobles who seemed to have a close relationship with Miyal in the past, they either did not pay enough attention and did not take the matter seriously at all, or they took it too seriously and protected themselves while clearly cutting off their relationship with Miyal. Some even turned around and accused Miyal and the church of provoking such a disaster, putting the nobles of the entire country in danger. Miyal really had no choice. After much consideration, he felt that Earl Andrew was the most reliable.
After all, this man had always been very nice to him before, but he didn't want to sleep with him. Miyal thought that this man should be "sincerely" interested in her and not just lusting after her body.
In summary, even if the Earl's attitude suddenly changed, Miar still regarded him as the last straw: "Sir, I don't have too many requests, I just hope that you can help protect me from tonight to tomorrow. Don't trouble you too much, I can stay with you all the time, including at night..."
"Including at night" is already a naked invitation.
However, the Earl did not understand the situation and asked coldly, "Do you have X disease?"
"...This question seems too personal, Lord Earl." Miyal was inevitably embarrassed, "and this is a very common disease, it doesn't mean anything..."
"Ask a question." Duan Yunhong interrupted his explanation and asked, "If you were given the opportunity to write your name in the square, who would you write?"
--What?
Miar was stunned for a moment, then he thought that this must be Earl Andrew testing him, he quickly replied: "I won't write anyone's name, I think no one should write other people's names. This will only cause hatred..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Yunhong pointed in the direction of the square, "Right now, if I could ask you to write your name on the square, whose name would you write?
"Think it over before you answer me. After all, if the square remains empty until tomorrow, you know best who is most likely to be killed, right?"
The man's tone was light, but it was like the whisper of a devil and extremely inciting.
Miar was bewitched by his words. The would-be saint had already had this plan in his heart, but it was just pointed out. He leaned close to the window of the carriage, looked out at the square, and said sadly, "Even if I want to save myself, what can I do? There are so many guards there. If I want to write, they will definitely catch me."
By describing framing others as "self-salvation", Miyal instinctively glorified himself at this moment. Duan Yunhong mocked in his heart, and also approached the window, pointing to the square again and said: "If I can get those guards to go away, will you write it?"
“…”
"Who do you want to write? Tell me the name and the reason. If the reason is sufficient, I will help you write your name."
Miyal was completely bewitched.
The man's finger seemed to be pointing him a way out, and Miyal thought: Earl Andrew is still willing to save me.
Just as the young man was leaning against the window and was about to blurt out the name, there was a knock on the window on the other side of the carriage.
Knock knock.
Duan Yunhong and Miyal looked back and saw a man standing outside the carriage. He was wearing a dark cloak and standing in the shadow of the carriage, making it difficult to see his face. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in the darkness. Earl Andrew's coachman and servants should be nearby, but they seemed to have not noticed the approaching ghostly figure.
Before the two could react, the man opened the car window from outside and said in a very joking tone: "So, does this count as being caught by me?"
Miyal first thought his voice was familiar, and recognized it in a flash, then was startled: "Ning...!"
Duan Yunhong immediately covered Miyal's mouth with his backhand and replied to the people outside the window: "That doesn't count. I didn't sleep with him."
Even in her panic, Miyal could hear the joy and intimacy in his words, so obvious and so unconcealed.
At this moment, the quasi-saint suddenly realized that the relationship between Earl Andrew and Ning Fei was closer than he had imagined.
"Really? What a pity." Ning Fei chuckled, as if with some regret, "I thought I could catch you and him having sex, then I would make a lot of money, and I could hunt you down openly."
This refers to the agreement between the two: if Ning Fei catches Duan Yunhong "buying Coke" with others, Duan Yunhong will have to give Ning Fei a large amount of luck, and will also be hunted down by Ning Fei. If I hadn't hit...
Sure enough, Duan Yunhong replied: "Since you didn't catch it, it's my turn to take action."
"Tsk." Ning Fei didn't comment, but he clearly sneered. Then he opened the door, got into the carriage, and sat down next to Miyal.
Miyal:! ! !
"Let go, Lord Earl." Ning Fei pulled down his hood, put one arm on the backrest behind Miar, and leaned close to the handsome young man, as if to envelop him in his arms. "I believe this candidate for the Holy Son will not scream, right? After all, no matter how fast those guards in the square are, they are not as fast as I can break their necks."
Miyal was so scared that he was shaking all over and nodded quickly.
Duan Yunhong then moved his hand away and took out a handkerchief to wipe it, showing his disgust. As for Miyal's pleading look, Duan Yunhong chose to ignore it.
"So, this candidate for the Holy Son, you came to the square tonight to write down the name of the person you hate, right?" Ning Fei's fingertips teased Miar's golden curly hair and said slowly, "I'll give you a chance. Tell me directly, who do you want to kill?"
"I, I don't hate anyone, and I don't want anyone to die!" In front of the "devil" Ning Fei, Miyal's remaining dignity made him put on the airs of a clergyman again. He even tried to be smart by advising her: "Don't kill any more people. It's not too late to stop now. Just treat this as a joke that went a little too far. I will tell the church that you have repented and ask them not to pursue the matter any further. Don't make a big mistake. Let the gods lead you back to the light. You can continue to be a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded to atone for your sins. Isn't that good?"
"Hahaha, 'Don't kill people', 'Don't make mistakes', 'Atonement'... why is it still the 'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha' thing, hahaha...!" Ning Fei seemed to have heard a funny joke and almost couldn't control the volume of his laughter. But he was the only one laughing at the scene. After he finished laughing, he felt a little regretful: "Why don't you laugh? Isn't it funny?"
Duan Yunhong frowned slightly.
He didn't find it funny, but he also didn't think Ning Fei's reaction was excessive. He just felt that although Ning Fei seemed to be smiling, he was actually very unhappy, extremely unhappy. Duan Yunhong didn't know what to do to make Ning Fei feel a little better. Perhaps in this world, nothing could make Ning Fei relax.
Finally, Duan Yunhong chose to go along with Ning Fei and replied, "He was about to say his name just now - if you didn't knock on the window."
"As expected, if you don't have the goal of diverting trouble, why are you here?" Ning Fei turned his head to look at Miyal and chuckled, "I don't have as much patience as the Earl. Now I'll give you one last chance. Who do you think I should kill?"
As he spoke, he tapped Miar's shoulder with his fingertips. It was just a light touch, but Miyal was so frightened that he almost jumped up.
The tone was clearly gentle, but to the ears of the quasi-saint, it was like a sharp knife pressed against his throat. At this moment, Miyal realized very clearly that if he didn't say a name, he would be the one who died in these seven days and tonight.
“…Deka, it’s Deka!”
Miyal closed his eyes and finally said a name. Once he had said it for the first time, it seemed much easier to continue. Miyal continued, "I just wanted to write Deka's name on the square. Please kill him!"
"Deka?"
Ning Fei asked back, and Duan Yunhong explained: "It's another substitute Saint Son."
"Ha, you haven't forgotten your position as the Holy Son yet?" Ning Fei sneered, "You want to use me as a tool to help you get to the top?"
Miyal immediately shook his head: "No, no, I just really hate him!"
"Oh, you hate him." Ning Fei pulled the curtains on both sides of the car window, then hooked her finger at Miyal, "Come, look at me--"
Miyal looked at him subconsciously, and Duan Yunhong reacted very quickly by covering his ears and closing his eyes.
Pop.
Ning Fei snapped his fingers, and a strong light exploded——! ! !
His voice echoed deep in Miyal's mind.
"Then go and kill Deka yourself. This is your way of atonement."
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Mr. Duan: Tell me who you hate.
Ning Fei: And then killed him.
What a great combination, work won’t be tiring!
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