Chapter 27
This man who has no wings but can hover in the air, has a charming red curly hair, and a stunning appearance that makes the hair on the head stand on end, said - my tentacles.
Could he be...
Miel turned around to see Cthulola's reaction, and saw that there was no anger on the black-haired elf's face, only helplessness.
He was called a waste!
Apart from ignorant fools and lunatics seeking death, only Cthulhu himself dares to call his tentacles trash!
"He is... the great Cthulhu?" Miel tentatively confirmed with Cthulhu.
"It is indeed a part of my body," Cthulora responded calmly, then asked the red-haired man who was still slowly sinking, "What did you do to Bross?"
After hearing these words, Miel realized that the magical effect of "Ice Sigh" had disappeared at some point.
A successfully cast spell will not disappear on its own unless the person's concentration is interrupted.
In other words, Bross was attacked.
But apart from the three slap marks, there was no trace of injury on his body. Instead, his eyes gave people a strange sense of emptiness, as if he had lost consciousness?
Miel raised his hand and waved it in front of Bross's eyes, but there was no response, confirming that he was unconscious with his eyes open.
Shortly after he finished this action, the red-haired man fell to the ground, his bare feet stepping on the dark red carpet of the study.
No, it's a red-haired male elf.
His ears were as slender as Miel's, and he was taller than Csulola. He wore nothing on his upper body, generously showing off his sexy figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, fair skin and beautiful muscles. Every inch of his body seemed carefully designed, so perfect that it was impossible to look away.
He folded his arms after landing. Both his posture and facial expression revealed undisguised arrogance. His tone remained the same: "You useless thing! As my tentacle, you don't know how to shock the mind?"
The words were spoken to Cthulola.
"I know such a spell?" Cthulora raised his hand and touched his chin in thought, and soon came up with an answer, "Yes, I am indeed better at mental attacks, but I forgot this spell."
"It's just a tentacle after all." The red-haired man said disdainfully and suddenly stretched out a hand towards Miel.
He stretched out his hand decisively and quickly, startling the defenseless Miel. He instinctively stepped back, his body crashing into Czulola's arms.
The red-haired man ignored his reaction and put his hand in front of his forehead, poking his forehead with his slightly cool fingertips domineeringly.
Cthulola also did this to him.
In order to "teach" him magic.
But Cthulola's movements were slower and gentler, as if she were treating a beautiful bubble, carefully.
In comparison, the red-haired man's actions were a bit rough.
He seemed to be part of the great Cthulhu body just like Cthulola, but he gave Miel a completely different feeling.
Should we say that it is more domineering, more aggressive, or more self-centered?
The spells that the red-haired man passed to Miel's mind were "mind shock" and "memory extraction".
Mind Shock - Use mental tentacles to directly attack the opponent's mind and paralyze the opponent's thinking.
Memory Retrieval – Retrieving and extracting memories stored in the other person’s brain.
After mastering these two spells, Miel finally understood why the man said that he and Cthulola were trash.
If I had such a convenient spell earlier, why would I bother investigating the female corpse? I wouldn't even have to go to the Zhentarim's underground base. I could just knock Bros unconscious and extract his memories.
Miel looked at the man in front of him curiously, wondering which part of the great Cthulhu's body his consciousness came from?
The latter sensed his gaze and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What are you looking at?"
Just such a simple sentence reveals an irresistible courage.
Honestly, the man looks tough.
But he just taught me two practical spells. Shouldn't he be someone I can rely on, just like Cthulora?
So, Miel bravely responded: "You look like a lion..."
If Cthulola is a big wolfdog, then the red-haired elf in front of him is definitely the king of the lion group.
Behind Miel, Csulola repeated the word "lion" and questioned, "Shouldn't it be Ryan?"
——Miel is pronounced "Lyon".
"Lian is right," Miel explained. "Even the common language has differences in different places. Just like my name is pronounced Miyelü in the east of the city, but Miyelü in the west."
"Leon." The red-haired man repeated the two syllables, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, smiling happily, with a hint of contempt in his smile. "Although the weak lion has nothing in common with me, I like this word, so I declare that from now on, my name is Leon - in any case, it is a thousand times better than Lola's ridiculous name."
Miel: “…”
It seems like Mr. Lyon is going to step on Lola no matter what he says… They are clearly all part of the great body of Cthulhu.
Miel didn't know whether to think of Lola and Leon as one person or two people, but they gave him the feeling of two completely different people.
They have different looks, different personalities, and even different abilities.
Although he really wanted to explore the relationship between the two and explore how Cthulion viewed himself who had signed a contract with the great Cthulhu, Miel did not forget that he had more important things to do now.
He turned his gaze and attention to Burrows.
Bross has been turned into a lifelike puppet by Cthulion's "Mind Shock", and now is a good time to extract memories from his brain.
Miel raised a hand to Bross's forehead.
There was no expression on his beautiful face, and there was not a trace of hesitation in his eyes as calm as the sea, only persistence in the truth.
I want to know—
The reason why you're willing to steal my magic pool to become stronger.
You said my mother died because of me.
The reason why you never allowed me to set foot in my mother's room.
Do you love my mother?
besides--
Who gave you the "Forbidden Book" with silver letters on a black background?
Miel chanted the ancient spell while confirming all his doubts in his mind.
Cthulhu's magic pool responded to the spells he chanted and the questions in his heart, automatically extracting all the answers in Bross's mind.
Miel saw Bross crying while holding Miel's body.
Miel saw Bross coming to the counter with a book with black background and silver letters, and looked up to see the surprised expression of the bookstore owner.
Miel saw Bross sitting by the window, staring at him performing magic on the grass from afar, his hands gradually clenched into fists.
Miel saw Bross use a sharp blade to cut open the strange woman's belly and take out the baby from the bright red.
Miel watched as Bross threw the young half-elf into the sewer.
Miel saw Bross gently carry a silver-haired girl into a coffin made of ice.
"Mifel, my beloved! How could you leave me alone in this world? You are too cruel! No, it is the God who kills you who is cruel!"
"This book... is from my shop? Hmm... whatever, I'll give you 50 gold."
"It's all your fault! It's because you died buried in the snow that she was targeted by those damned creatures in order to save you! Miel, you deserve to pay for this!"
"Ahhh stop it! It hurts, it hurts so much ahhhh!"
"Hey! What did you throw down the drain? ...Don't run!"
"Miphiel, wait for me, I will definitely awaken your soul. It will be soon, it will be soon, wait for me a little longer."
——As the images switched, the voices of different people poured into Miel's mind, overlapping and sharply stinging his brain.
All the questions have answers.
There are so many questions and so many answers, so my thoughts are in a mess. I need to calm down and sort them out slowly...
But one thing is certain.
"Bros Akunila, he wants to summon the soul of my mother Mifeel on a complete corpse." Miel said the answer he wanted most at the moment.
"Once a soul summon begins, it cannot be interrupted. This process consumes a large amount of magic power, which in turn depletes vitality. Therefore, he needs to deepen his magic power pool as much as possible. The method is to transfer the magic energy from his blood relatives into his own body through a forbidden magical ritual."
"My mother's body had already been corrupted, so all he could do was summon her spirit. To revive my mother, he would stop at nothing, at any cost."
"He's a lunatic."
Miel finished.
Cthulora didn't react, so Cthulion raised his hands and clapped: "Congratulations?"
But the next words after "Congratulations" were: "Is this the truth you're so determined to pursue? How boring."
"Yeah, it's really boring." Miel laughed at himself.
I clearly got the truth and everything I had been pursuing, and I thought I would be satisfied, but in the end I felt a sense of loss.
There is no evil god summoning ritual that I need to stop myself.
There are no lost lambs waiting to be saved.
What he saw was just a poor guy who lost his loved one and was lost on the road of no return in order to revive his loved one.
A tragedy that lasted for decades.
"Where did he get that book?" asked Csulola.
"From a bookstore," Miel answered. "He likes reading and goes to a bookstore every once in a while. He stumbled upon this book in a bookstore he frequents and bought it, but the bookstore owner didn't seem to be impressed by it."
"Which book?" asked Cthulion.
Cthulora glanced at him wordlessly, and Cthulion immediately showed a look of disgust: "I suggest you burn that book."
"No," Cthulola retorted. "My suggestion was to throw it away somewhere no one could find it, but perhaps such a place doesn't exist."
Miel listened to the two people's conversation and obtained at least three pieces of information.
First of all, although Lola and Leon look like two completely different people, their memories can be shared. It just requires a step, even if it is just a look at each other.
Secondly, although memories can be shared, there are indeed differences in personality. Because of the differences in personality, there are also differences in thinking, so he can indeed regard them as two completely different people.
In the end, both Lola and Leon seemed to know a piece of information related to the book, but they didn't intend to say it out.
Miel remembered Lola saying that he didn't like the smell of the book.
Considering that Lola doesn't like conflicts with other Old Ones, could it be...
Miel was still thinking when he suddenly caught a glimpse of red under Bross's nose.
Is this... blood?
Miel was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly reached out to feel Bross's breath.
Can't sense anything.
Then go and explore Bross's carotid artery.
No pulse... no pulse!
Bross is dead?
Because of "memory retrieval"?
Is there something wrong with the way he extracted it, or...
Miel suddenly realized something and turned to look at Cthulion, with a hint of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.
"Mr. Lyon, you didn't tell me that memory extraction can cause death."
His voice was calm, not wanting the other party to hear that he was questioning him.
But he was questioning.
He had intended to kill Bross, but not like this—not without his knowledge!
If it were Lola, she would definitely tell him all the information.
Lola told him all the props needed to open the Eye of Insight, even though he didn't need them!
But Lyon...
"What?" Cthulion reached out and pinched Miel's chin. His golden eyes were filled with arrogance and a deep coldness. "Listen, I'm almost tired of your detective games. I didn't kill him outright, but kept him alive so you could extract his memories. This is already the greatest kindness I can show you."
"Don't question me, and then be grateful to me."
"answer?"
Miel felt the force on his jaw and had no doubt that if he answered "no", the other party would crush his jawbone.
Leon is different from Lola... Leon is not a lord he can treat casually...
Miel pursed his lips, lowered his silver eyelashes, and responded in an indifferent tone: "Thank you for your help, praise you, Mr. Lyon."
Cthulion snorted and shook off Miel's chin.
Miel's head tilted to one side, his face expressionless, but a surge of emotions surged in his heart.
Is it grievance or regret?
That's why he couldn't regard Lola as the will of the great Cthulhu.
Perhaps Leon's character is closer to the real Cthulhu?
It is indeed unrealistic to fall in love with the great Cthulhu.
It would be better to restrain your thoughts about Lola...
——Just as he had this thought, a hand gently touched his cheek.
Miel raised his eyelashes and met a pair of beautiful and mysterious eyes like rubies.
These eyes belong to Lola.
Lola held his cheek with one hand and gently brushed his eyes with her thumb, wiping away the tears that didn't exist, or rather, existed only in his heart.
"I'm sorry, my mistake," he said. "If I hadn't forgotten the magic, I could have taught you in a way that would have been more comfortable for you."
Miel didn't cry at first, but after Lola touched the bottom of his eyes, his vision became blurred.
Although it was blurry, he still didn't cry.
Now is not the time to cry.
Even if Bross died, there was still one thing waiting for him to confirm.
However, before he could adjust his mood, he heard a sudden "crack" sound from behind him, which came from Bross's... corpse.
Miel turned his head sharply.
"Crack", Bross's neck drooped on his shoulders, his eyes staring at him straight.
"Kacha", Bross's head straightened back, his eyes not blinking.
"Crack", Bross climbed up from the ground in a weird posture.
He didn't seem to have much control over his limbs, so not only did he get up in an odd position, he also broke several bones in the process.
"Miffel..." He opened his mouth and made a fragmented sound.
"Miffel, I will definitely resurrect you... I will resurrect you now!"
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