Chapter 233 Case File 3: The Mysterious Shadow at Rose Villa (9)
“I really envy you.” Valentine whispered in Winston’s ear affectionately. He buried his head in Winston’s neck like a big dog, licking and sniffing Winston’s scent: “We are so similar, both descendants of the German royal family, both living under the roof of others, and adopted by an earl...but we are so different!
"You are the son of the Princess of the Delman family and King Huntington, carrying the blood of both the old dynasty and the new. And I am merely the son of a humble dancer favored by King Rudolf Delman, the son of a lowly slave, unworthy of public appearances.
"We are close in age and look alike, like twins, but fate is so unfair. It gave you all the good things, and what was left for me?"
He raised his sword, placed it across Winston's neck, gently slashing a bloody mark before greedily licking it away with his tongue. A mad glint flashed in his eyes. "There's a legend in the German Kingdom since ancient times that twins are born from the splitting of a single soul, and each will fight with the other for their entire lives. For the resources of survival, for the love of their parents, and even for the soul within their body! If the soul is incomplete, there will be an early death!"
"If one party dies and their soul returns to the underworld, the living party will also be dragged into hell! The only way is to kill the other party with your own hands, devour their flesh and blood, and stuff their soul into your own body. Only then can the two be united and return to perfection."
Valentine looked mad, his eyes gleaming with obsession. "Tell me, if I kill you and eat you, can I obtain your blood, your soul, and your identity as the legend says?"
"You're crazy," said Winston in a cold voice. "Only a madman would believe such a legend that deceives children."
He pulled out a short dagger from his belt and stabbed Valentine. Valentine was caught off guard and was stabbed in the shoulder. Winston endured the pain and kicked out with his long legs, throwing Valentine away.
Winston struggled out of the flower bed and stumbled a few steps towards the axe, but he was unable to pick up the heavy weapon. Valentine's shoulder was bleeding profusely, but it was not broken, and he just switched his hand to hold the sword.
The situation was not good. Winston wanted to call for help, but a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the heavy rain and thunder that fell again drowned out his calls.
"No one will come to save you," Valentine chuckled, "Your destiny is to die by my sword and become one with me."
"You lunatic!" Winston clutched his wound, propped himself up with the axe, and took a few steps back with difficulty. "You killed people and faked your own death. Have you ever thought about how this is going to end?"
"Of course." Valentine raised an eyebrow. "Once everyone is dead, I will be the only one who can tell the story! This villa was isolated from the world by the rainstorm. No one knew I had ever been here, and the news of my 'death' was never sent out. I was not on Madame Butterfly's invitation list, and Madame Duran did not tell anyone that I took her letter. So, what do the tragedy that happened at Madame Butterfly's party have to do with me?"
He smiled and counted, "Baron Chandler is dead, Victor is dead, Gently and Casbello are dead too, that makes four. Oh, and when you die, I won't let any of your beloved Vivian, your most trusted Is, and Andre, whom you regard as a brother... spare any of them. When I kill them all and set them on fire, all the truth will be engulfed in flames along with this mansion."
"Don't you dare touch a hair on their head!" Winston gritted his teeth and stood up. "As long as I'm breathing, I won't let you succeed!"
Both men bore wounds, and the heavy drops of rain fell, icy and painful as they struck their wounds. Winston's chest wound was long, and the bleeding had already begun, and the rain further intensified it, leaving a white rim around the edge. His lips were pale, and he was swaying. One hand reached into his chest, as if to apply pressure to the wound, but he remained determined to confront Valentine.
Valentine tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and bandaged it around his shoulder to stem the bleeding. He pulled out the short dagger and dropped it to the ground beside him. He was in much better condition than Winston, and his weapon was lighter. Anyone who saw this scene could tell that Valentine had the upper hand.
"Accept your fate," Valentine said with a smile on his face. "Winston, your good fortune will be swallowed up by me. Tonight, you will die here."
He raised the sword in his hand.
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from inside the house. A pink figure glided out of the window, blocking Winston's path. Vivian pouted slightly, unquestioningly taking the axe from Winston's hand and glancing at him with a mixture of discontent and heartache.
Winston let out the breath he had been holding. He fell down in the rain and warned, "Be careful, he's very fast."
Vivian didn't answer, but simply swung the axe in a circle with ease. The heavy weapon was as obedient as a toy in her hands. Seeing this, Winston and Valentine's eyes twitched at the same time.
"Want to touch him? Have you asked me?" Vivian shouted sharply, kicking off her pink leather shoes, creating a deep dent in the ground. She shot out like a pink cannonball, swinging the axe in her hand and slashing at Valentine.
The blow was thick with fighting spirit. Valentine raised his sword to block, but it still pushed him back dozens of meters. His feet plowed two long furrows in the garden's mud, and the longsword in his hand broke with a clang.
Andre, who was running wildly from the underground cave, stopped suddenly when he saw this, and for a moment he almost wanted to turn around and dive into the manor.
"Whoa!" Jiang You, who was following behind him, couldn't brake in time and crashed into Andre's thick back, nearly breaking all the bones in his body. She staggered a few times, steadied her steps, and a skull popped out from behind Andre: "What's going on?"
"The pinker they wear, the harder they hit," Andrei muttered. "Let's bypass the battlefield and help my brother. Don't delay Vivian's performance here."
Vivian held the giant axe in one hand and waved at them with the other hand. The two men understood and immediately went behind her and helped Winston, who was seriously injured, up.
Andrei only glanced at the white wound and hurriedly recited a spell to stop the bleeding. Winston took a breath and comforted him, "Don't worry, I avoided the vital parts. It's just a flesh wound. You won't die."
"The rain is too heavy, which is not conducive to stopping the bleeding and healing the wound." Andre said to Jiangyou, "Little Bone, help me and help him into the house."
Winston's wound was on his chest, and Andre couldn't carry him on his back, so he and Jiangyou had to hold him on each side and run towards the mansion.
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