Chapter 161 Destroy
At night, Pan waited until the man in the room fell asleep, then used a summoning circle to bring Arnold out.
The location was a cemetery in the suburbs - there was no one living or dead here at night, which was perfect for a conversation in the middle of nowhere.
Pan saw that Arnold's eyes were extremely alert for a moment, and after seeing his appearance clearly, he tilted his head in confusion.
Said: "The lamb? The black goat?"
A certain black goat god: "..."
Pan was convinced that the more difficult problem than his apprentice's heart was that his brain was really broken.
He walked forward gracefully, stopped three steps away from Arnold, and tapped Arnold's forehead with the cane in his hand.
Looking back from birth -
His mother died young, and he spent his childhood neglected by his father. He studied away from home, learning from the god Pan and playing with orcs. Every time he returned home to visit, he saw a different stepmother and met the gentle Samuel. He discovered that his father was not a good man and witnessed his relatives killing his stepmother...
Arnold grew up in this way, stumbling and struggling until he was twenty years old.
After learning that his new stepmother is Samuel, his father's sponsored wife whom he had met a few times and who was very kind to him, Arnold decided to go home and tell Samuel that his father might have a conspiracy.
However, as soon as he returned, he was called in for a talk by his father, Mr. Hermann.
Only then did he realize that Mr. Hermann was at the end of his rope.
His father was gentler than ever before, and gently asked him about his experiences studying abroad. This belated concern not only did not comfort Arnold, but made him more and more confused and alert.
Sure enough, after some false inquiries, Mr. Herman asked, "Son, Daddy's health is failing, but the people in this town still need me to work for them. I can't collapse at this time. Daddy needs surgery tomorrow. Can you operate on him?"
"What operation?" Arnold asked him.
"It's a heart transplant," Mr. Hermann replied.
Arnold was stunned. He looked at his father with an incredulous look, as if he were a madman. He raised his voice and asked, "You want to use Samuel as a donor?"
Mr. Herman did not deny it.
Arnold thought Mr. Herman was crazy.
He was young before and could do nothing about many things, so he could only force himself to forget.
But now, his father wanted to drag him into this for the sake of damn immortality - just like he had dragged other relatives into this in order to consolidate his interests in those years.
Together they killed many people, gained wealth and health.
Samuel, Arnold didn't say how deep his feelings were for him, but he felt that a talented great magician should not have such an ending. Samuel was one of the few people who would treat him well.
Arnold refused decisively: "No, father, I will not be your accomplice, I will tell Samuel about this!"
Mr. Herman was silent for a moment, sighed, and then asked him, "Do you like him?"
"No—I just don't approve of your using that method."
"Okay then. Don't worry, it's not him. This matter has nothing to do with him. He's just my doctor. Of course, he will soon become my wife. Arnold, don't think of me like that. I am also a person with feelings. He has been by my side for ten years. In many cases, he is more like my child than you. How could I hurt him?"
Arnold looked at him suspiciously.
Mr. Herman took out a report from the drawer, which contained an agreement between him and a man Arnold didn't know - the man was seriously ill with tuberculosis and wanted to exchange his heart for a large sum of money for his family.
Arnold was skeptical.
Mr. Herman gasped twice, and when he put down his handkerchief, there was a large pool of blood on it. His body had really reached its limit.
Arnold couldn't help but soften his heart. After all, Mr. Hermann was his biological father.
Then they talked about Arnold's studies, and Mr. Herman praised him as a talented person.
Before the conversation ended, Arnold promised not to say anything bad to Samuel and agreed to help with the heart transplant surgery tomorrow.
He had many frustrations as a son.
"Dad, the surgery is after the wedding, right?" Arnold confirmed with Mr. Hermann before leaving.
"Yes," Mr. Herman replied, "the operation was after the wedding."
Arnold agreed, said he understood, and left.
From the perspective of recollection, he did not see that Mr. Herman's expression suddenly became gloomy after he left.
Otherwise, the tragedy could have been avoided——
The next day, after lunch, Arnold fell into a coma.
It was a drug that was enough to knock out a mad orc. Arnold slept for an entire afternoon, and when he woke up at night - no, he didn't wake up, he was awakened by the excruciating pain of a heart-wrenching pain.
Watching your heart leave your chest.
There was a magic mark on his heart left by his teacher Pan, so Arnold did not die immediately. After he woke up, he subconsciously used alchemy to imprison those around him who tried to hurt him, and then he saw Samuel who had fainted on the rack beside him.
Samuel's chest was also empty.
Mr. Hermann's conspiracy is obvious.
The innocent red-haired young man made a decision that Pan wanted to knock his brains out - he gave his heart to Samuel.
Even though he had discovered at that time that the soul in this body was not the one he was familiar with, but a later one.
Out of a desire to atone for his father's sins, he used his heart, which contained powerful magical power, to save the soul.
His own vitality was disappearing bit by bit, but fortunately he still remembered to ask the teacher for help if he encountered any problems. He hugged Samuel and planned to send himself to the dark forest.
The basement was filled with the effects of a powerful refining array. Afraid that the effect would be transmitted to the wrong place due to the superposition, Arnold used his last bit of strength to open the crystal door of the basement and planned to go to the next room first.
Just at this moment, he met Bishop Cassius who came hurriedly.
Both of them were covered in blood. Bishop Cassius saw that the black lines gradually appearing on Samuel's body were not the effect of poisoning, but the backlash of something that did not belong to him - he did not know that it was the god Pan who left coordinates on Arnold's heart - he guessed that Samuel's chest was covered in blood because the heart in his chest was not his. Bishop Cassius looked at Arnold again, whose chest was empty.
It was Arnold who saved Samuel.
Bishop Cassius pursed his lips and told Arnold that he could not take Samuel away, but he had a way to help them.
Bishop Cassius knew that there was a gold nugget in the consul's palace because he brought it from the Central Church when he took office.
That is actually the real reason why the Golden Town is not affected by miasma.
He had handed it to Mr. Hermann personally and watched as Mr. Hermann put it into a secret room behind the bookshelf in the Governor's office.
He did not tell Mr. Hermann the magical effect of the gold nugget at that time, but only said it was a gift, because he felt that Mr. Hermann was not a trustworthy person.
really.
Bishop Cassius had no time to think about anything else. He told Arnold to stay where he was - Arnold was almost out of strength - he flashed into the secret room, took out the well-kept nugget of gold, and placed it in Arnold's chest.
Next, he completed all the aftermath work by himself.
He used his divine power to carefully heal Samuel's chest wound, and then used his divine power to roughly suture Arnold's chest.
After doing all this, Bishop Cassius deliberately made some noise to attract the butler.
Then there was the excuse he made up on the spur of the moment.
Fortunately, the housekeeper was fooled and the situation happened to be very similar to the real situation.
The housekeeper collected Arnold's body and buried him hastily the next morning.
That night, after twenty-four hours of repair by the gold nugget, Arnold opened his eyes in the coffin and was resurrected.
However, during the process of moving the corpse, neither Bishop Cassius nor the butler paid much attention to the poor young master Arnold, so they caused a bruise on his brain, and Arnold became stupid after his resurrection.
Instinctively, he returned to the room where he had lived, and there he met Samuel, who held his heart, and was inevitably attracted to him.
Then the puppy started to feed.
——The above is the memory review from Arnold’s perspective.
Speechless Pan: "..."
Embarrassed Arnold: "..."
The two looked at each other, and Arnold, who had regained consciousness, thought, I might as well die.
I'm going to crawl into my coffin and rot and stink.
Pan took two steps back, coughed lightly, and said jokingly, "When you were little, I prepared fresh milk for you, but you said you didn't like the taste of milk."
"..." Arnold buried his face in his palms, "Teacher, please forget that, please."
They all knew what Arnold was talking about.
Pan smiled happily.
His little apprentice was a rare genius among humans. When he was young, he accidentally entered the dark forest. Not only was he not afraid of him, but he also sincerely praised his sheep horns for being very majestic.
The god Pan liked this somewhat silly human child and taught him carefully.
I just didn't expect this kid to be so foolish as to lose his own life. However, the gold nugget in his chest...
The Black Goat God narrowed his strange square pupils, thinking that this was probably the so-called blessing in disguise.
With this nugget of gold, why would he need so much ordinary unenchanted gold?
Enchanting gold takes a lot of effort.
Moreover, if the nugget gold had not been given to Arnold by Bishop Cassius, loosening the barrier, he would not have been able to mobilize such a large number of zombies so easily.
So Pan looked at Arnold with even kinder eyes.
Arnold broke out in a cold sweat: "Teacher, what do you want to do?"
"Good boy." The two-meter-tall Black Goat God was extremely oppressive at close range. His large hand, covered in thick, curly hair, gently patted Arnold's arm and encouraged him, "You have always been a good and reassuring child. The teacher has high hopes for you."
"Teacher, please speak frankly."
"Please help me clean up these zombies."
Arnold was shocked!
There are so many zombies, more than the residents of the town, and the teacher just leaves it to him to handle alone?
"Teacher, I still have some things to do," Pan Shen explained. "Your 'mother' may be needed to help you. In return, I will cure the remaining toxins in him."
"Okay." Arnold agreed without hesitation.
Then he noticed that the teacher's eyes were looking at him with more and more meaning.
Arnold thought it didn’t matter. The teacher had already seen him chasing people for milk, so what else could he do?
Destroy it...
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