Chapter 804: Freezing Count Leipzig
Count Leipzig finally arrived at the Ziggurat reluctantly.
No one came to receive him, but when he arrived, the tightly closed door of the Spirit Tower creaked and slowly opened by itself.
The lights inside the psychic tower were dim, and the old wooden floor creaked just by walking on it.
“…cough cough…cough…”
Count Leipzig started coughing uncontrollably just as he stepped into the Ziggurat.
He frowned and covered his nose with his hand.
There is an old-fashioned atmosphere everywhere here.
It's like the smell you get when you open the creaky door of a dilapidated house with peeling walls and cobwebs. It's also like the smell of an old library that no one has entered in years... Just by walking up to the bookshelves, you can smell the "smell of time."
If you pull out a dusty book and open it at this time, you will be choked by the suddenly strong smell in the book and start coughing uncontrollably.
"This shabby place..."
Count Leipzig couldn't stop cursing.
Just by walking in here, he felt a chill on his head. The random thoughts in his mind were reduced to a faint tension and caution, and all distracting thoughts were swept away.
It was like being in a completely soundproof environment amidst the noise of everyday life you were used to. It was so quiet that it was uncomfortable.
When Count Leipzig passed the first light in the corridor, it suddenly whirred to a high pitch. The originally orange-yellow torchlight instantly turned into a dark blue, and a ferocious skull emerged from it.
“Hehehehehe…”
Sharp laughter echoed from all sides of Count Leipzig's hall. In an instant, all the torches in the corridor erupted, transforming into dark blue will-o'-the-wisp flames.
The bone-chilling cold seeped out, turning Count Leipzig's face as pale as a corpse—a thin layer of frost emerged from his skin, and traces of frost also appeared on his neatly combed-back golden hair.
At this moment, Count Leipzig suddenly heard a ticking sound.
He turned around and found that a faucet had started to spin on its own. A blood-like liquid slowly flowed out of it, and the "blood" on the ground gradually formed one messy handwritten word after another:
——Get out!
——Kill you!
——Look back!
——Don’t go!
——You are not welcome!
…
"--snort."
Count Leipzig snorted coldly, a faint crimson flickering in the depths of his pupils. The Moon Child's blood surged, causing his complexion to instantly flush, and the frost marks melted away.
"I want to see the Dark Phase."
He spoke to the depths of the dark corridor, "I come here on behalf of Pomponazzi's will."
As if to resist him, the Ziggurat suddenly went crazy—the shrill laughter suddenly became much louder, transforming into layers of headache-inducing screams. The torches on both sides of the corridor kept burning and extinguishing, and the door at the end of the corridor opened with a bang, then closed violently.
A translucent spirit suddenly emerged from the wall - it was a little boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old. He floated over with a fierce expression, and when he approached Count Leipzig, he suddenly turned into a translucent skeleton, opened his mouth and breathed out icy breath at him.
At this moment, Count Leipzig suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the face of the dead man.
He exerted force with his right hand, and despite being insubstantial, a creaking sound emanated. In an instant, several undead spirits rushed directly from the wall. Count Leipzig, still clenching his right hand and exerting force, waved his left hand in the air, trying to disperse them.
Finally, when a pair of hands emerged from under the floor and grasped his calf, Count Leipzig could no longer bear it.
A deep red halo ignited in the bottom of his pupils again, and a ball of blood-red flame suddenly burst out from the palm of his right hand that was holding the ghost's head, spreading to his entire body!
Seeing that the flames were about to ignite the ghosts surrounding him...but at this moment, the flame in his hand suddenly seemed to be turning back time, and began to dye from the end to the beginning, turning into a cold blue ghost fire.
When the will-o'-the-wisp was about to spread to his skin, Count Leipzig suddenly removed the flame.
At this moment, Count Leipzig noticed... an old man in a black robe appeared in front of the tightly closed corridor door.
He was completely bald, with only a few patches of pure white hair around his ears and on the back of his head. But he also had a pure white beard that was always connected to his hair.
He wore small, round glasses with thin rims, and had a stern face, looking unhappy. He was so thin, like a shadow, that one would think of a dead tree covered in snow in winter.
The old man pointed the bone staff in his hand slightly at Count Leipzig - it was obvious that the blood and fire summoned by Count Leipzig before were suppressed and dyed by him.
Count Leipzig certainly knew him. This man was the actual manager of the Ziggurat, and his status was only higher than his own.
It was for this reason that Count Leipzig nodded slightly to him and touched his chest with his right hand as a gesture of greeting.
"His Excellency Adolf von Menzel."
Count Leipzig raised his head gracefully and smiled friendly. "I come with the goodwill and greetings of my master, my respected father, my blood of blood, Mr. Franz Pomponazzi."
"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Adolf said coldly.
Count Leipzig said in a friendly and enthusiastic manner, "May I ask where Miss Aleister Crowley is? She may also be using the alias Ms. Bayard... In fact, she is a long-time friend of His Excellency the Red Prime Minister. My master would like me to invite her back for a chat..."
"I haven't heard of Miss Aleister."
Adolf's tone was still cold: "Please go back."
Count Leipzig simply smiled. "You're joking... My people have already seen Miss Aleister enter the Ziggurat. I hold no hostility towards her; rather, I come here with the utmost respect. Regardless of whether she accepts my master's invitation or not, I must meet her first... With her personal response, I can report back, right?"
"Oh," Dean Adolf nodded, "there is such a person."
"That……"
"But she's gone."
Adolf said sincerely, "She is not in the psychic tower now, please go back."
Count Leipzig began to lose his temper - Adolf's reaction told him that the information he had obtained was correct, Miss Aleister was indeed in the Ziggurat, and the Ziggurat did not want him to see her.
Was this Miss Aleister's own intention? Or was this a direct attack from the Ziggurat? Or perhaps... was this a personal conflict between the First Black and First Red?
Count Leipzig frowned and thought for a moment.
He decided to be a little tougher.
"— Your Excellency, Vice-Principal, this matter is extremely important. I'm not kidding. Mr. Pomponazzi rushed directly from Lionheart City to Leipzig for her at this critical moment and spent three full days searching for her. I've known that gentleman for nearly a hundred years, but I've never seen him so serious."
Count Leipzig first emphasized the importance of the matter, then said seriously, "Miss Aleister must be my master's former lover. This is a private matter, and neither you nor I have the right to interfere."
"……Um?"
Adolf frowned.
He thought of the figure of Miss Aleister, and his eyes turned unfriendly when he looked at Count Leipzig.
The old man said slowly, "So, you must see Miss Aleister?"
"This is an extremely important mission entrusted to me by my master."
Count Leipzig emphasized, "I don't want things to get too awkward—my master should be on his way here. If I can't complete my mission, I won't be able to leave the Ziggurat. That would be embarrassing for all of us. My master is now the guardian of the new king. This is no longer a request from me as the Lord of Leipzig, but a request made in the name of Valentine VIII—"
What you mean is that you are going to roll around and not move, right?
Adolf laughed and was not afraid.
"In that case," the old man said leisurely, "then don't leave...you can't leave anyway."
He stroked his staff and uttered a low, ancient chant.
Count Leipzig's body gradually became stiff, along with his thoughts.
He looked down in panic and saw his body gradually solidifying.
Because he never expected that even after he informed Pomponazzi that he was about to arrive, Adolf would still dare to attack him!
"You... this—"
His voice became staccato. Because his thinking time was stretched out, his movements became staccato as well—controlling the human body is a continuous process. If its continuity is interrupted, it doesn't turn the movement into a mechanical dance... it just makes it difficult to move, twitching in place.
“… [Stop… Stop], [Cast… a spell]! [Silence…]…”
Count Leipzig tried to speak, but his fragmented words could not summon up even the slightest power of authority.
"I'm not threatening you."
Old Adolf said leisurely, "You just can't leave...it's snowing so hard outside."
Nonsense...talk...
Outside...where is the snow...
Count Leipzig opened his eyes, his mouth moving silently. His body grew icy cold at a visible speed, his blood suppressed by the chill to the point where it could no longer be mobilized... Though a high-ranking Son of the Moon, he now looked like a powerless mortal.
Old Adolf laughed, a rare occurrence.
"If you don't believe me, just look outside. Your neck should still be able to move."
As he spoke, he pointed his staff at the wall next to Count Leipzig.
The brick walls automatically surged open to the sides, creating a window.
In an instant, endless paleness gushed in from the window, instantly submerging the motionless Count Leipzig and turning him into a cold snow sculpture!
"Have you ever considered..."
As Count Leipzig's thoughts began to stagnate and his body gradually froze, he heard the old man's cold voice: "You have the Heavenly Feast Division behind you, and we have the Winter Division behind us.
"Compared to Dong Tian Si's closeness to us...you might as well guess how much Yan Tian Si is willing to give for you?"
The next moment, the Count of Leipzig, with his eyes wide open, finally turned into an ice sculpture in the vast snow.
There is still some chapter left to be written in the second chapter. I will go out for dinner and come back to finish it, still before two o'clock!
My sleep and rest routine is completely back to normal. Now I go to bed at 1 pm and get up at 7 pm. I feel very healthy!
(End of this chapter)
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