I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 154 Stop it. Stop it.

Faced with this question, Charles had no intention of responding.

He just stood there quietly, looking at the gift Zhang Xing gave him.

Under this calm gaze, Mariel began to struggle, or rather began to... want to struggle and try to struggle.

But as Zhang Xing's gift to Charles, she couldn't do anything.

No matter when the blood mist first begins to spread, it only takes a few sober people to give some instructions and the thugs can wake up in this killing field before the thugs completely fall into madness.

Or was it now that Charles had made his choice and let the ending be determined, and then appeared in front of her.

She couldn't even finish her last words - even though Zhang Xing had relaxed his control, but since the first sentence was just a meaningless question, there was no need for Charles to hear more.

Now, apart from killing the steward who had made the Gilded House prosperous, Charles did not intend to do anything extra.

There is no need to trigger more killings, no need to create blood mist, and no need to use her life as a step to climb higher.

Just kill her.

This tombstone wouldn't even have a name - if this corridor, already covered in carnage, could be considered a tomb.

Whether it was giving Mariel such an ending, or watching a real life pass by so slowly.

He and his favorites were both satisfied.

You should be satisfied, right?

"Excellent."

As the founder of the current Gilded Building in a sense, this should be a very fitting ending.

Then he restrained his expression, as if to divert his thoughts, and started touching around.

There's nothing special about it, and it's not worth remembering at all.

As his gaze shifted, it was because of something special and because of the well-chosen location. Until now, except that his brain was a little overloaded and he didn't understand what happened, Moria, who had not been hurt at all, fell into his eyes.

Not doing anything unnecessary made Charles feel quite good.

This is what it should be, Mariel shouldn't have any memories, and there shouldn't be any traces.

It can neither be the power of Charles, nor can it be remembered anymore...right here, completely dissipated.

The only thing left is the uninteresting epitaph on the nameless tombstone.

Looking at the rough surface of the beloved minister, the neck was completely worn out in the process of being crushed, and the blood was constantly pouring out from it.

But now, Charles wanted to know what another person was thinking more than he felt about himself or the hand that he didn't know whether to count as a spiritual unit or not.

The death was very ordinary, just like those who were accidentally killed by the 'mistakes' of the thugs from Gilded House and Liuying in the past.

There was still a blush of fear and disbelief on that face, as if he wanted to say something. But all the colors and emotions poured out from the crack in his neck like running water. Effectively turning the breath of life into a gauze of death, wrapping it around that face that had begun to look ugly.

So, Mariel died like this.

Surrounded by the accompaniment of killing, standing in the middle of the corridor that was bound to become a tomb, Charles watched Mariel's body fall backwards after his neck was crushed.

As if his heartbeat was heard, Charles' whole body shook invisibly.

The foreman, whose heart was greatly hurt and whose whole body was numb, stood there, staring blankly behind Charles.

There were some of his younger brothers there - although he did not intend to use those people as cannon fodder, as people who were only qualified to serve as waiters, they were also the first to leave the table during this killing feast.

Moria couldn't figure out why this was the case. What should he do? Should he surrender?

Or should we kneel down or lie down?

What kind of pout should be made to impress the person opposite...this person...

His slow brain couldn't think much, but his increasingly weak knees simply bent up and hit the ground with a thud.

"I--"

Like Mariel, he had little opportunity to say more.

After all, what he can say and do is probably useless compared to the stewards of Gilded Building.

And Mariel couldn't even say a few words, so how could Moria have the privilege?

It was like a replay of the previous plot, but the background changed from a quiet corridor to a stage built by Charles himself.

It’s just that those watching the performance are still the same audience as before.

Watching Charles's hand retract from Moria's chest, his body gradually fell amidst the misty blood beads. And under this shriveled body, the corpse gradually stopped bleeding.

Zhang Xing walked to Charles' side, and the bloody mud automatically made way for him.

The two stood looking at each other in this narrow pure land.

"I thought you would keep him."

Because Charles deliberately did not have any impact on this man during the battle just now, so Moriah, who should have fallen into madness very early, still remained conscious. Not only did he not attend the feast, but because he hid next to Mariel and Zhang Xing took care of him intentionally or unintentionally, he managed to survive until Charles came to receive the gift.

So Zhang Xing thought that Charles would want to save this man's life.

After all, as Moria said before... or thought about it, he still has some uses.

Even if it's not big, at least he is familiar with the Gilded Building.

Regardless of whether Zhang Xing has the idea of ​​​​taking over the Gilded Building, it is not a bad thing to have someone from here on his hands.

"I really didn't want to waste your potions before. But I know you don't care about this person, and I don't like him very much." Charles put away his hand and looked at the people who were very calm under Zhang Xing's control, and at the same time There is no blood that has lost its vitality, and it is a little absent-minded.

'Is this kid making progress again? ! '——Zhang Xing was also a little distracted, and this thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Damn it, is there any justice? If it continues like this, doesn’t it mean that as long as Zhang Xing dies for a hundred years, this kid will be able to catch up with his progress?

'How did Sir do it? '——Compared with Zhang Xing's intense thoughts, Charles thought very simply.

This kid really wants to make progress!

Then, after a brief silence that no one cared about, the two of them came to their senses at the same time.

"I really don't care about him that much. After all, he has already made his choice."

Now that we have disembarked from the ship, it is only natural that we will be swallowed up by the storm.

"And don't say that he is just a useless passerby. Even if I gain nothing in this gilded building, it doesn't matter to me now."

Anyway, Zhang Xing has achieved enough satisfactory results.

It would be a real good thing to have a cadre who really wants to make progress in the organization that is about to be established.

What's more, there is such an addition...

(End of this chapter)