Chapter 802 The Birth of Dongtian Si
This is the third day since Aleister left Leipzig.
Count Leipzig couldn't help but start thinking, will Aleister... or rather, will Ms. Bayard really come back?
She left so quietly, and just before Pomponazzi arrived in Leipzig. Even Prince Szijjártó didn't know she was going away for a while... Isn't this really an escape?
He always felt that Bayard wanted to avoid Pomponazzi, so he left in a hurry when Pomponazzi was about to arrive.
...Thinking about it this way, could she be related to Pomponazzi? That's why Pomponazzi is so persistent in wanting to see her, yet insists on being polite to her...
Count Leipzig, who was sipping red wine and watching an opera performance at the White Dove Opera House, sighed.
He felt like his brain was going to burn out.
Although Pomponazzi said that he should not go back if he couldn't find Bayard...but if he didn't come back for several days without saying a word, I'm afraid Pomponazzi would go crazy.
It was for this reason that he couldn't help but go back the morning before yesterday and report to Pomponazzi that Aleister had left Leipzig.
——For some reason, Pomponazzi's mood suddenly turned bad after hearing that Ms. Bayard was going to Avalon.
He kicked Count Leipzig out with a few kicks and reiterated that if he couldn't find Bayard, he shouldn't go back. Even though he already knew that Ms. Bayard was not in Leipzig at all.
But at that time, Count Leipzig was relieved.
Because he could sense that Pomponazzi was determined to see Ms. Bayard this time. Even if he wasted some time here, it didn't matter... After all, this was Leipzig, and he wouldn't be left with nowhere to go after leaving home.
So the Count of Leipzig went to the White Dove Opera House with peace of mind and had fun for two days.
Anyway, everything will be fine when Ms. Bayard comes back.
But today, he suddenly reacted.
——Is it possible that Hong Xiang wants him to go to Avalon to find Ms. Bayard?
As Pomponazzi's closest "children", Leipzig has always looked down on those young Moon Children who are so nervous that they sweat profusely when facing Pomponazzi.
He would just look at them with a smile, feeling dissatisfied with their impatience - you know, among the Children of the Moon, Pomponazzi is already known for his gentle personality.
Everyone knew that Pomponazzi believed in the Master of Banquets and was all about having fun. As long as you stroked his fur, he was much easier to please than those ungentlemanly nobles...
...much easier to talk to than Valentine VI.
When Count Leipzig was still neither a count nor a prince, he had been favored by the Queen without any achievements. His ability to please others was a natural gift. After Valentine VI's death, he applied this gifted skill to Pomponazzi, feeling like a duck in water.
——At least Pomponazzi was famous for telling the truth.
When Pomponazzi is happy, it is visibly obvious, and when he is angry, it is easy to tell that he is angry.
Although his moods sometimes changed rapidly, at least he would not be like Valentine VI, who would chat with a clown who exaggeratedly flattered him with a smile... He seemed to be smiling happily in the first half of the sentence, but in the second half he calmly ordered him to be dragged out and executed.
Until the man was executed, Count Leipzig did not know what he had said wrongly or where he had said it.
Of the two masters whom the Count of Leipzig had served, Valentine VI and Pomponazzi had opposite personalities.
One could never guess what Her Majesty the Queen was thinking just by looking at her expression and tone, and she hated people trying to guess what she was thinking.
The old queen would sometimes sit in a darkened room, at the piano, and think silently, taking a long time before slowly pressing a key. She didn't like people interrupting her thoughts by speaking aloud, but sometimes she would suddenly ask a question without any context, and she would have to give an instinctive answer immediately.
Finn, who wasn't even a noble at the time, felt as if his heart was being seized. Sweat was dripping down his back, but he could only sit there motionless, not even daring to drink water.
And now... Count Leipzig is gradually beginning to feel this pressure from Pomponazzi.
...Is this what happens to everyone as they get older?
Count Leipzig complained to himself.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Pomponazzi still looks younger than me. As a child of the moon, he doesn't have a "lifespan" in the human sense, but he still concentrates on enjoying himself every day and is full of energy...
However, Count Leipzig could vaguely sense an "old man's smell" from Pomponazzi.
Is it an illusion?
Or...
“What a hassle…”
Count Leipzig sighed and actively wiped away his dangerous thoughts: "He's becoming more and more difficult to please. He's starting to become unreasonable..."
——He can’t really go to Avalon, right?
Once he reached the knights' territory, it was unclear whether he could return...
If he had the chance to meet Ms. Bayard now, he really wanted to kowtow to her.
Auntie, please, stop running around...
At this moment, someone knocked on the door behind him, but Count Leipzig was too lazy to get up.
He lay on a recliner and watched the opera performance, young girls snuggled up to him. Behind him, someone was massaging his head, while in front of him, someone was bowing their head to serve him.
"Iseid."
He called out his bodyguard's name.
A man wearing a white hood, leaning quietly against the wall with his arms folded, lifted his invisibility, walked over quietly and opened the door.
He whispered to the person outside for a while, then closed the door and walked over.
"Your Excellency."
His voice, with its rich Hibernian accent, said, "Aleister is back."
"oh?"
Count Leipzig suddenly became alert and tried to get up: "Where is she? Take me to her!"
"After she came back, she went straight to the Ziggurat. She was riding a ghost horse and was very fast. Our people couldn't stop her."
The man in white robe whispered.
"……ah."
Count Leipzig lay back down.
The Ziggurat... what a hassle.
He really didn't want to go there unless absolutely necessary. As a Son of the Moon, he had an almost instinctive resistance and opposition to the Ziggurat. Simply entering its area of influence would make him feel extremely uncomfortable. The power of dusk had a very obvious suppressive effect on the Path of Love. The two could be said to be incompatible.
"...Forget it, let's just go for a trip."
After all, Ms. Bayard is also the Son of the Moon... If she is willing to go to the Ziggurat, then I might as well go there myself.
But just in case.
"...Go inform Lord Hongxiang. Tell him that Ms. Bayard has returned and went straight to the Ziggurat. I've already gone to find her..."
Count Leipzig spoke cautiously to the man in white robe whom he called "Aesid".
He instinctively sensed a hint of danger.
After all, Valentine VII himself was a monarch who was friendly to the Twilight Path.
Now the First Black Phase has awakened from his slumber. Yet, facing the monarch's death, there's been no movement from the Spirit Tower... Does this make sense?
Rather than choosing to remain still as a mountain on the twilight road, Count Leipzig preferred...all this was just the calm before the storm.
All abnormalities may be part of the conspiracy, and Ms. Bayard's trip to the Ziggurat is one of them!
In short, shake someone first. If something happens to you, at least Pomponazzi can save you!
At this time, Aleister had arrived at the Ziggurat and met the lich Matthias Grunewald again.
Upon hearing that Aleister had returned, Adolf, the current Black Phase and Vice Principal of the Spirit Tower, also rushed over.
But when he rushed to the top floor and saw Matthias, the place was empty.
"...Where's Miss Aleister?"
Adolf was a little confused: "I heard that she is back?"
Matthias's hollow yet gentle voice rang out, "She used her spirit-traveling skills to leave. Aleister sensed someone was following her."
"...So you left your stalker at the Ziggurat?"
Adolf rubbed his forehead.
He wasn't afraid of this at all. With the lich Matthias around, the Ziggurat was never afraid of anything.
I just feel it's a bit troublesome... As a transcendent on the path of dusk, there is no one who is not afraid of trouble.
"But, mentor."
Adolf looked at the skeleton covered in a tattered black robe floating in the air and asked expectantly, "Could it be that Miss Aleister..."
"She did bring back a sixth-level undead. It was a Wild Hunt King... the Heleqin of Avalon."
Matthias's hollow voice echoed, "I underestimated her. To think she could actually do such a thing..."
“I haven’t seen it yet!”
Adolf said with some dissatisfaction: "Why don't you call me, mentor?"
"She will come back."
Matthias turned around, two dim flames burning gently in the skull's eye sockets: "And you have more important things to do.
"Go tell the students..."
The lich hadn't finished speaking.
Adolf's eyes suddenly widened.
Because at this moment, an invisible cold wave suddenly swept across his body - the sky became dark in the blink of an eye.
It was noon at the end of March, but snowflakes suddenly started falling from the sky.
It wasn't a blizzard... but a deep, silent snow.
In an instant, the sky and the earth were covered by the omnipresent pure white snowflakes.
The silence wasn't just a description—in that curtain of snow, it felt as if no sound could penetrate. The people walking along the street were suddenly thrown into chaos, unable to hear any distant sounds, and visibility was limited to within three meters.
In an instant, the whole world was covered by blizzard and turned into an invisible winter.
“Oh no…”
Young Valentine VIII stood at the window, watching the sky and earth covered in snow, his mouth turning pale with fear. "Is it the Black Phase... coming to kill me?"
He felt the power of dusk resonating between heaven and earth.
"Oh no, Your Majesty!"
Just then, someone rushed over and shouted, "Your Majesty, the late king's body is missing from the bedroom!"
Valentine VIII's eyes suddenly went dark and he stumbled back into the bedroom.
Those were the remains of his biological father, placed there by the Red Prime Minister Pomponazzi. Although Lucien also wanted to bury them, he did not dare to anger Pomponazzi, so he did not dare to move.
Even though Pomponazzi had left Lionheart City and gone to Leipzig... Lucien could only leave the horrific skeleton wrapped in human skin in his bedroom.
But now, only half of the human skin remains of the skeleton in the room.
The remaining bones disappeared.
——Valentinus VIII suddenly felt a strong sense of fear.
It's like being clearly aware that someone has entered your house, but not being able to find where they are.
He had realized that his father, who had not been buried for a long time, had been transformed into a ghost by the heavy snow.
...Could that be a vengeful spirit?
Will he come for revenge?
At this time, in a garden outside the palace.
A skeleton covered in ice was tearing off the remaining human skin on his body while looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky.
He raised his hands, as if quietly embracing the snow, or like a prisoner who had escaped prison and was reborn.
In the Spirit Tower, the Black Phase's voice sounded steadily:
"Go tell the students... the Spirit Tower is under the protection of the Celestial Being.
"Go revise the textbooks. From now on, the concept representing the dead will no longer be the 'underworld' and the 'burial' of earth, but ice, which represents 'silence' and 'the end'.
"—We respectfully invite the Winter God. The God of the dead and silent, the God of the earth-covering new life."
I haven’t finished writing it yet, so there will be more words today!
The second chapter will be posted before 2 o'clock!
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