Chapter 805: Wild Hunt Chaser (asking for monthly ticket)
Looking at the Count of Leipzig who had suddenly quieted down, Adolf paused his staff slightly and repaired the window again.
"...Using earth-attribute mana to cast Dongyu Tsukasa's spell is a bit too much, isn't it?"
Adolf frowned slightly.
It took so long to freeze him... If it was petrification, Count Leipzig would have turned into stone in an instant.
The old man gave the order: "Move it away, move it upstairs."
Following his command, many undead spirits appeared behind him. They responded with laughter and played carefreely in a place where the old man could not see.
At this moment, the old man in black robe suddenly looked towards a corner.
There, Aleister, riding a ghost Pegasus and with noticeably pale skin, gradually emerged.
She was currently using Bayard's body—she was paying for the vitality of both Lily and Selene. Compared to Aleister's own, Bayard's body was that of an adult, and the blood in his body was much more vigorous.
Aleister suddenly exhaled a breath of white air, looked at the ice sculpture surrounded by the undead, and asked curiously, "Who is that?"
"The Count of Leipzig should be quite famous. But don't worry about it."
Adolf answered casually, frowning as he looked at Aleister, who looked like Bayard.
He pushed his glasses up, stared at him for a long time, and finally recognized him half-guessedly: "Aleister?"
"It's me."
Aleister laughed and said, "How come you can't recognize me after I changed my appearance?"
"...They are somewhat similar, but they are both flesh and blood bags of the soul."
Adolf relaxed and said stubbornly, "At least they all have black hair and green eyes. And they're all children of the moon..."
"It sounds like you have some face blindness."
"Oh, how is that possible? I also have a professional rank in the path of beauty. Back then, my sketches were highly regarded in the Xingtan art world..."
Old Adolf seemed quite proud when he mentioned this.
"There's an art world on Starlink?" Aleister was a little surprised.
This wasn't meant to be sarcastic, but she really hadn't heard of many artists in Xingti - the artists in the neighboring Iris Kingdom were indeed very famous.
"Actually, there are quite a few. It's just that the artists of Xingbi are usually in the Ziggurat."
Adolf chuckled, "It's either a mentor or a student... or a corpse or a ghost."
The two looked at each other quietly for a while before Aleister realized that Vice Principal Adolf seemed to want to tell a joke.
Adolf coughed lightly and looked at Lily and Selene: "These two... must be the ones you mentioned..."
"——Gray Sky's rebirth container."
Aleister turned serious and said, "Please lead the way."
"Don't worry," Adolf nodded, holding his staff as he led the mounted Aleister towards the elevator. "The teacher is already preparing for the ceremony. When you left, the teacher believed that you would definitely be able to bring back the King of the Wild Hunt. And when you came here just now, the ceremony had already been preheated and started."
As he spoke, he glanced at the ghostly Pegasus beneath Aleister, hesitant yet curious: "Is this... the King of the Wild Hunt?"
"Yes, my name is Heleqin."
The ghostly Pegasus beneath Aleister suddenly spoke in human language: "But this is just a gesture I use to hide my power."
"...Herchin!"
Adolf's voice rose a little: "I have heard of your name, an elven hero!"
"Ah... Yeah."
Heleqin seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it back in the end. He nodded his horse's head and replied silently: "But now, I am just... my master's servant."
"……Owner?"
Adolf looked at Aleister in surprise.
Let a sixth-level Wild Hunt King be recognized as your master?
The Kings of the Wild Hunt are all heroic souls who have signed a contract with Wei Zhe. There is no contract in this world that can allow mortals to forcibly restrain the King of the Wild Hunt!
In other words, this can only be a master-servant relationship that Heleqin voluntarily entered into...
"It's truly astonishing. Miss Aleister possesses such great power... and I haven't even seen what the King of the Wild Hunt looks like."
Adolf said with a mixture of regret and anticipation: "I hope I'll have a chance to see it later."
Aleister finally realized the old man was in a good mood. "This is the first time I've seen a transcendent from the Twilight Path so clearly showing excitement and curiosity... Is it because Heleqin is a sixth-level undead? I heard you are cultivating sixth-level undead."
"No, that's two different things. My side is about the Wild Hunt—I'm very interested in the Wild Hunt."
Adolf's voice rose slightly again: "That was the night that changed my life. You could even say that it was the starting point for me to embark on the path of the dead..."
As he spoke, the old man fell into memories of the past.
Transcendents of the Dusk Path always like to reminisce about the past. For them, the past is much clearer than the present:
"We have relatively few priests in Xingti, so there are more undead in the wild. My father died young, and when I was a teenager I was managing the family factory and doing business outside.
"One time, in order to rush an order... I chose to force a departure near dusk. At a normal speed, by the time it was completely dark, I should have been able to reach the edge of the next city. Who could have imagined that we would be attacked by a monster in the wild... Although there were no casualties, the car broke down.
"The coachman and the guard warned me that if I stayed overnight, I would be attacked by the undead, and they urged me to abandon the carriage and flee with them. But for me, that carriage of printing slates was already past its expiration date... I bought them with a loan from the Goblin Bank. If they were lost or damaged, I would have to pay a large fine. By then... my brothers and sisters and I would not be able to go to school.
"On Xingti, going to school was practically the only way for ordinary people to change their fate. I was impulsive at the time... Although it seems impulsive and foolish now, I didn't even consider how my mother and younger siblings would survive without me. But I still resolutely chose to live and die with this truckload of goods.
"As a second-level 'Painter', I had a paintbrush and a rubbing board, so I was confident I could deal with the weaker undead. But..."
"...and ended up encountering the Sea of the Dead?"
Aleister guessed how this was going to turn out.
Many city dwellers are completely unaware that the undead often roam the wilds in large groups at night. The reason so few undead wander into the fields outside the city is that the candlelight provided by the church can repel the undead. Even in a blank church without a bishop, its very presence sanctifies the land, thus repelling the undead to a certain extent.
——On the other hand, since the undead are unwilling to approach cities with churches before they reach a certain size, where are they?
Naturally, they were all driven to the wilderness where they could not see the light of the city.
"...I originally thought there would be only three or four undead attacking me. But it turned out to be more than ten times my imagination... The chill they gave me when they appeared alone made me tremble so much that I couldn't even paint steadily."
Adolf sighed, "I really thought I was going to die here. Just before I died, I suddenly realized, if I died here... how would my mother, my brothers and sisters live? They are not extraordinary, and they don't have my father's connections...
"—That's when I saw the Wild Hunt. Led by their King, they emerged from the clouds, slew the undead, and rescued me.
"I was shivering from the cold and even hallucinating. Fear or the cold kept me from opening the carriage door... and so I never saw the King of the Wild Hunt. After that, I didn't have time to pursue him anymore. It was then that I realized the undead weren't that scary."
"The Wild Hunt King of Star Antimony..."
Aleister recalled, "I remember he was carrying the Plague Aura. He seemed to be a knight who died during the Rift War, poisoned by an alchemist... He must have been a noble of the Herasil Empire."
"...So it was the plague spirit? I was wondering why I fell seriously ill when I returned. I thought it was the undead..."
"You haven't looked for it since?"
"Busy. And hard to find."
Adolf sighed. "The King of the Wild Hunt decides who to save and who to kill based on his mood and luck. Even if I had reached the fifth level, I wouldn't have the confidence to survive the King of the Wild Hunt's murderous intent. Now I'm almost... I originally planned to find the King of the Wild Hunt who saved me once after I handed over everything. Even if I died at his hands, it wouldn't matter.
"That might be my last chance to see the King of the Wild Hunt."
"No wonder you're so interested in the King of the Wild Hunt."
Aleister smiled and said, "You'll see him soon."
As they talked and laughed, the elevator had already risen to the top floor.
But the place was still empty. The lich was still preparing for the ceremony and did not come to greet them.
"Oh, right. One more thing..."
Adolf suddenly remembered: "Count Leipzig seems to be looking for you. He said you are Hong Xiang's lover... Is that true?"
He is like every adaptor of the dusk road, who remembers things that happened long ago clearly but easily forgets things that happened recently.
"ha?"
Aleister was stunned for a moment, and then a surge of anger at being violated suddenly surged in his heart: "I have never even seen them, father and son!"
Who are you? Are you worthy?
She felt her aggression rise instantly—Aleister felt the disgust of being targeted by a pervert as a woman, and the disgust of being targeted by a lecherous homosexual as a man. And the most terrifying thing was that Red Phase Pomponazzi was very likely both of them.
"I thought so too, so I turned it down for you."
Adolf casually dismissed the idea of freezing Count Leipzig as "helping you refuse a request," but he added cautiously, "But the Count mentioned... that Red Chancellor Pomponazzi might be coming to the Ziggurat later. Unlike Count Leipzig, he's a true figure. He's no less powerful than the Headmaster."
"...Under this heavy snow?"
Although Aleister frowned at the snowstorm caused by the Winter Master, she knew that the snowstorm would weaken the Moon Children far more than the impact on ordinary people.
To ordinary people, this was just a heavy snowfall that blocked out sound. But to the Children of the Moon, this was an extremely unfavorable environment—its essence was not much different from that of a winter demon.
"Do you want me to help you stop it?"
Adolf said caringly.
"...No need. When he comes, I will talk to him in person."
Aleister narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Adolf was definitely no match for Red Phase Pomponazzi—the first generation of Red and Black Phases had both reached at least the sixth energy level, capable of battling the descending Celestial Master. It was only because they lacked a crucial level that they were suppressed by the Celestial Master.
But even so, the Fallen Angels hadn't bothered them. If Adolf had tried to stop this level of power, the old man might have met with disaster... Even in this heavy snow, Pomponazzi's power remained unfathomable.
At that time, Aleister's Wild Hunt King would be used as a vessel to carry the consciousness of the Gray Sky Master. In other words, Aleister would not be able to switch to the Sin Beast he was currently fighting...
When the operation is over... they will have a sixth-level Wild Hunt King out of thin air.
Rather than a head-on confrontation, it would be better to let Aleister go and talk to buy time. If Aleister guessed correctly, the "acquaintance" Pomponazzi was referring to was the Shadow Demon Bayard—he had mistaken him for the wrong person.
It just so happens that he is an old man from before the collapse of the empire.
Aleister just happened to have a question about Bayard.
During the promotion ceremony, Aiwas had consulted the guardian spirit Diomedes.
He said that before the empire collapsed, the first Moriarty made a deal with the Bayard family of the empire.
The specifics of that deal are unknown...but the curse of the Moriarty family was signed by the Bayard family.
Shadow Fiend himself does not know about this, but Red Phase Pomponazzi may know more details.
At this moment, the lich Grunewald finally emerged.
"The ceremony is ready."
His hollow, disembodied voice echoed, "Please follow me."
“Ah, teacher…”
When Adolf saw the first generation of Black Form emerging from the void, he walked over and told him how he had frozen Count Leipzig and that Pomponazzi might come soon.
"No problem."
Grunewald said calmly, "Let him come. Don't be afraid, child.
"—This is my territory."
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