Chapter 542 Conspiracy Theory

In the synesthesia dream, Withered Rose was lying on a soft velvet couch, listening to Amberxiu reading a knight novel to her.

"I, Lancelot, am only a knight fighting for the queen. Only Queen Guinevere has the right to decide your life or death. If you truly submit, then go and ask for her forgiveness..."

Amber Xiu spoke with great emotion and looked very serious.

But halfway through, Withered Rose said, "I don't hate Ryan anymore, and there's no need for you to make up a story about King Arthur's queen having an affair. To be honest, my ancestor is quite respectable."

"It's just the same name." Amber said sincerely: "It seems that you don't like the story of King Arthur. I will tell you the story of the female version of King Arthur, Altria, later."

Withered Rose smiled and said, "Okay, but people's tastes change. Don't keep making up stories based on my childhood memories. I'm already grown up."

When she was a child, Princess Lane liked to watch tragic stories where a knight and a princess loved each other terribly but could never be together in the end. No matter how many tears she shed, she just liked to watch such heart-wrenching things.

When I grew up, there were so many heart-wrenching memories that I wanted to forget them. Now, Withered Rose actually wants to read stories with happy endings.

Amber Xiu didn't feel embarrassed. He just closed the book and snapped his fingers.

The originally cozy little garden for two soon turned into a huge round table conference room.

Withered Rose got up from the recliner and stretched her perfect waist. In her dreams, she would also feel muscle fatigue.

"It seems like the time is almost up. Are they all here?" asked the Withered Rose.

Amber Xiu nodded. Time really passed quickly. Why didn't he find being alone with someone else so interesting before? If he had known, he would have made the appointment later.

Just as I was feeling emotional, a two-meter-tall dark figure wearing a long robe appeared in the conference room.

The black shadow came to the round table, lifted up his robe to reveal his tall and strong body, and sat down like a tiger or a dragon, looking very majestic.

As soon as Amber Xiu saw the person coming, he couldn't help but say, "Hecky Stone, you are really deceiving yourself. We have seen this before in real life. Who are you showing off your giant appearance to?"

The person who came was the dwarf vampire Hecky Stone, but at this time he was much taller than Ambersu, and even when sitting down, he was a head taller than Ambersu.

Hecky Stone said disdainfully: "Why do you care about me? Do I need your permission to know what I look like in my dreams? Aren't you also a skeleton? How can you become a human in your dreams?!"

Amber Xiu laughed and said confidently: "I am really a living person now."

Herky Stone gave him a disdainful look and said sarcastically, "You can't even jump out of a mirror, and you're considered a human being?"

Amber Xiu said sarcastically without mercy: "That's better than the angle of your mirror where you can't see yourself. Are all the mirrors in your house installed so they lean forward?"

"Damn lich!"

"You wanna fight? You dang dwarf horny for food!"

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Withered Rose looked at the two people bickering and couldn't help but smile. These two people were obviously old guys who had lived for many years, but now they were as childish as young people. However, she found it quite interesting to watch.

Perhaps life needs to be so vivid to be meaningful.

However, when Ai Ge appeared in the conference room, the two of them shut their mouths at the same time and sat upright in their chairs.

Ai Ge looked at the two people and asked doubtfully, "Why, I seem to have come at the wrong time?"

Withered Rose walked forward, took Ai Ge's hand and said, "I think you came at the right time. I've been waiting for you, my sister."

The four of them sat down, and all the guests for today were present.

Since they were all familiar friends, Amber Xiu didn't bother with unnecessary politeness and got straight to the point: "Ladies and gentlemen, I invited you here today because I have a few things to explain. First of all, I was successfully resurrected, but only a few of you in the Mourning Poetry Society know about it. I hope this news won't spread for the time being."

Herky Stone said doubtfully, "You didn't tell Gareth either? I thought you and he were on good terms."

Amber explained: "Because we are friends, I don't want to add to his burden. Keeping a secret is also a kind of pressure."

"Haha, you're quite a good friend...wait, what do you mean by that?" Herky Stone figured out something was wrong. What did he mean by not burdening him just because we're friends? Then what about himself?

"Are you the sensitive little boy in the bad novel? Stop interrupting, okay?" Amberxiu mocked Hecky Stone, and then continued: "Although it is said to be kept secret, I think it can't be concealed for long. After all, news from hell will also spread, and I guess the president and the poet already know this."

Ai Ge asked: "I understand keeping a secret, but why do you want to keep it a secret? We are all friends in the Mourning Poetry Club, right?"

"I used to, but after I was reborn, I felt something was wrong. Also, I am no longer a member of the Dead Poets Society. After I was reborn, the Codex of the Dead that originally belonged to me disappeared."

Amber Xiu dropped this bombshell news, shocking both Heki Stone and Ai Ge.

"How can this be?" cried Herky Stone excitedly.

He joined the Mourning Poets Society much earlier than Amberxiu, and he has never seen anyone kicked out of the Mourning Poets Society. Now that there is the first one, who knows if there will be a second one.

Amber comforted him, "Don't worry, this is not without reason. I am no longer a lich, not even an undead, so it is reasonable for me to be expelled from the Mourning Poetry Society. It's just that the president didn't mention it to me, but directly took back my Undead Codex. I don't have any objections, but I just have some doubts."

"Suspect what?" asked Herky Stone.

"I doubt the real reason why the Mourning Poetry Society was founded." Amber Xiu tried to remain calm and said, "You all joined the Mourning Poetry Society earlier than me, and each of you was personally selected by the president to join. What do we have in common? This secret organization is so powerful, so what is the meaning of its establishment?"

Neither Aige nor Heki Stone could answer these questions, and they rarely even thought about them.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Because it doesn't matter.

Every member of the Mourning Poetry Society is a powerful person. They have their own lives and careers. The most mysterious president brings them together and allows them to communicate freely and cooperate with each other, but never makes any demands. After many years, everyone has become accustomed to this state.

Amber Xiu joined later. At that time, he thought that as a newcomer, he was not qualified to inquire about the deep secrets.

But after the Codex of the Dead was taken back, the God of Alchemy told Ambershu a piece of news.

The establishment of the Mourning Poetry Society is most likely to select a successor for the God of Death.

The reason why the God of Alchemy dared to tell this to Amberxiu was entirely because Amberxiu had lost his qualifications, otherwise the God of Alchemy would not want to interfere with Jaeger's grand plan.

But Amberxiu didn't think so, so after he was resurrected, he began to use the magic mirror to ask his "friends" for information.

He was surprised to find that none of the members of the mourning poetry society knew this secret.

This is unreasonable.

Jaeger selects successors for the God of Death, but never tells the candidates any requirements. He just gathers them together and waits for hundreds or thousands of years, as if watching a play.

There is no such thing in the world.

What An Boxiu hates most is the so-called test of human nature. How can such unpredictable things, which are affected by emotions and environment, be used as assessment criteria? A person can endure hunger and not steal bread, but can he endure for a day and not steal for a lifetime? If he can endure not stealing bread, can he endure not stealing a few sips of water?

In Amber's opinion, this test is meaningless.

If you only look at the largest peaks and troughs of a repeatedly fluctuating curve without looking at the average value, there is no point in analyzing it.

The logic behind the operation of the world should be rules, such as sinners going to hell, the devout going to the kingdom of God, and under the rules of Io, gods are not allowed to interfere in the mortal world at will... These are meaningful things. The test of human nature is just a small story in the story used to express personal opinions. It can be used to embellish boring life, but using this thing as a standard is the origin of disaster.

Amberxiu didn't know what Jaeger was thinking, but since it was related to the withered rose, Amberxiu had to find out more.

I only heard Amber Xiu say to the two of them: "You two have been members of the Mourning Poetry Society for a long time. I want to ask, has there been any member in the poetry society who disappeared like me? If so, what was the reason for their disappearance?"

Ai Ge and Heki Stone's expressions became serious, and Heki Stone said nervously, "What do you mean?"

Amber Xiu did not hide it and said frankly: "What I want to say is, if the Mourning Poetry Society is really planning something big, then did the missing members really die accidentally? Are all the members really just friends without any competition?

"The president and the poets must know something. If there is competition within the Mourning Poets Society, and you know nothing about it, then you are the prey being targeted in the dark. I am safe now, but my friends, how about your safety?"

(End of this chapter)