is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 32

The early morning seaside is dimly lit.

At the end of the field of vision, the sun is slowly rising at the edge of the sea level.

The sprinkling of light shone on the body through the glass windows of the wooden house, giving off a strange feeling of being both dim and clear.

People can unconsciously give birth to a kind of expectation for a new day.

Kneeling on the head of the bed, facing the window directly, Andy's posture at this time is leaning against the window sill like a primary school student lying on a desk.

His left hand was raised slightly, and many legged light yellow worms were lying on the back of his hand.

Because of the dim light outside the window, every detail of the bug's body is very clear in sight.

Accompanied by bursts of knocking sounds, dozens of pairs of slender long legs that looked densely packed and made one's scalp explode were still rising and falling irregularly.

It seems that the "mood" of this bug is fluctuating.

The knocking sound came from Andy's right hand. The tip of his index finger was constantly moving on the window sill, making a series of crisp sounds, as if sending a certain frequency of Morse code.

This is indeed a kind of password, but it is not used to communicate with people, and it is not perfect yet.

Andy needs to keep improving.

The improved experimental subject is naturally the round-horned sand-footed insect on the back of the hand.

But this matter is the same as being a teacher, and it cannot be done overnight.

So after about an hour of "morning exercise", Andy lowered his raised left hand, allowing the bugs on the back of his hand to climb onto the wall by itself.

Interestingly, when it was caught yesterday, the bug was still curled up in fear.

At this moment, it ignored Andy's existence, and wandered around the walls of the wooden house very unceremoniously.

After a while, it ran to a relatively dark corner under the hard bed, and lay there motionless.

"If it goes well, it won't take more than a week before it can be used to make money."

Silently estimating the progress, Andy withdrew his gaze from observing the bugs, jumped out of bed instead, and went to the next hall in his slippers.

The limited hall was not empty. At this moment, a middle-aged woman wrapped in a headscarf was cleaning with a mop.

She was visibly surprised when she saw Andy.

"It's not dawn yet, why are you up so early?"

Apparently the woman hadn't heard the noise in the next bedroom at all.

"can not fall asleep."

Andy answered simply, and didn't think about explaining anything to the "nanny" who usually delivered meals to him.

"I have a little pet, Vemma, don't kill it when you see it."

"Pet? What kind of pet?"

"A bug."

"The bug...well, where is it?"

The middle-aged woman named Vema didn't have a special reaction to this, because there are so many "weirds" on the island.

Not to mention raising worms, even if it is raising lions, she has not rarely encountered one.

So when Andy pulled her into the bedroom and leaned over to point at the centipede-like multi-legged worm under the bed, the woman inevitably let out a scream of panic that was caught off guard.

After comforting for a while, the local woman who is not afraid of lions calmed down. Then, under the strange eyes of the other party, Andy ate a breakfast that was not rich but nutritious.

Then went back to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.

Of course, it is not really sleeping, but preparing to "dream".

"The one should have reported my situation yesterday. I think I can see the Lord today."

With this in mind, Andy "put on the vest", and after a moment of drowsy thinking, he appeared in the wilderness where he was "offline" last night.

The time here is not synchronized with reality, the starry sky above is deep, and the bright moonlight swaying on the surrounding greenery, looks hazy and gloomy.

Standing on the top of a hill, looking around, the mountains, castles and military camps that could be seen yesterday have all disappeared at this moment.

There is only the endless plain night in place.

Obviously, after the mystery of the Battle of Baloric was uncovered, the owner of this place no longer thinks that this simulation is still necessary.

But before Andy could figure out where to go next, he suddenly found that he couldn't move!

"Have you been locked?" Andy was not very surprised by this.

Thinking in another way, if he finds out that outsiders have broken into the relatively important private space of Myth Palace.

Then the first thing he has to do is of course to restrain this outsider first, so as not to wander around and cause any trouble...

However, what happened next made him realize that the situation was not limited to this.

"Has anyone told you that?"

A person dressed as a maid quietly appeared next to Andy, with an indifferent expression and no emotion in his voice.

"If you look like this, you have already committed a capital crime?"

The maid is of course not the owner of this place, but the owner of this place sent him to keep an eye on her.

After all, no one knows when Andy will "go online", and the other party is a busy person, so he doesn't have the time to focus on it all the time.

However, although the person concerned has not arrived, her will is being practiced by the maid——

With the blood of the royal family, he looks exactly like the queen's deceased ex-husband.

Under normal circumstances, Andy would be treated courteously.

With the spirit of scientific research, he solved a food problem that had troubled the queen for a long time, and provided the necessary soil for the "food reform" of the imperial prison system.

Well, he's still a talent.

However, considering that it was the queen herself who killed her ex-husband, the royal family was slaughtered by her own hands...

The direction of development of this matter has become completely opposite.

"I admit I was a little unlucky."

Andy, who didn't know anything about it, answered along the line of "Uncle's script".

"But it's too unfair to be judged of life and death based on appearance alone."

"Playing dumb doesn't get you away with it."

The maid stood in front of him and said expressionlessly, "Although you made meritorious service yesterday, the crimes of the Ramones' blood have made that credit worthless."

Something is wrong...

Andy frowned, "What do you want to do?"

If it's a slap in the face, it seems normal to him.

After all, relatives of the royal family are not easy to climb.

One popped up out of nowhere, who knows what kind of crazy idea you have?

It is necessary to figure out the details and purpose before considering how to contact.

But judging by the attitude of the person in front of him, it seems that he is not limited to the power of the horse...

Sure enough, the maid sneered when she heard the words, and then clapped her hands.

Objects emerged one after another from the surrounding open space.

The glowing red charcoal basin, the hot iron, the restraint bed with blood stains and sticky pieces of meat, the dismemberment saw, whip, clamp stick, wooden donkey...

The variety of instruments of torture is simply dazzling, and the maid said calmly from the side:
"Name, origin, and purpose, please explain it yourself. Don't take chances. These instruments of torture look ordinary, but their effects on spirit bodies are strengthened."

"so……"

Andy raised his eyebrows, "Your master likes these very much?"

He didn't seem to be afraid at all.

Seeing this, the maid didn't say anything, but shook her head helplessly, then gently picked up the soldering iron in the brazier, and walked slowly towards Andy.

Some prisoners always have a wrong perception of themselves before the execution begins.

I thought that I could be tortured without giving in like some film and television works, or heroes in historical records.

However, after the actual experience, such people usually cry for their father and mother, crying bitterly and begging for mercy, without any hardness at all.

Compared with the bluntness at the beginning, it is ridiculous to the extreme!
Could this be such a person?
The maid thought so.

She used to torment the blood descendants of the Ramones royal family.

So she clearly knew that the members of this family, under the superficial pride, naturally carried despicable despicableness and cowardice!

"The first round will last 10 minutes."

The red soldering iron approached Andy's eyes slowly but firmly.

The maid who was in charge of all this said blankly: "During this period, no matter how much you beg for mercy, I will not stop."

"So you can save your energy and save your thoughts for the next explanation—"

The words without emotional fluctuations came to an abrupt end.

Just because when the soldering iron was about to get close to the eye sockets, the middle-aged man with disgusting blond hair suddenly smiled at her, and then disappeared instantly!

As a result, the maid froze in place, staring at the place where the other party disappeared, her expression stunned, full of disbelief.

The Myth Palace is not without outsiders.

But those outsiders can't escape the restrictions of the rules after entering here.

That is to say, when the owner of this place makes the target unable to move at all, the target can only be fixed in place, unable to move half a minute like a statue, and cannot leave at all.

The restrictions of this kind of rules, even if the world's top extraordinary people come, they can't escape——

In the past, this conclusion has been verified countless times.

Like the authority of the empire, it is daunting.

However, there is now an exception...

Thinking of this, the maid, who had always shown a calm and composed appearance, suddenly turned pale.

Because she didn't know how to explain to the master what happened here next!
　Thank you for the rewards of book friends who only bloom and fall~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)