Soul of Negary

"The four sides of God? It's really boring." Negri stood up from the throne.

"But since they reached out to me, I should return the gift." Negri's figure slowly subsided: "This matter will be given to you, Mother-in-law."

"Yes, Lord Negri, 桀桀桀!"

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Intercami, Scolo collar.

The young Miss Morris was standing by the window of the castle's attic, looking at the grass below, the knights who were practicing, holding their faces with one hand, bored reverie.

She could have held salons with other noble ladies in the bustling city, and talked to poets and musicians about life and ideals, but war destroyed everything.

The Viscount Scola family returned to their territory, and Moores could only follow, away from the prosperity of the city, and returned to the Scolo domain, which she considered to be the countryside.

There are only knights who practice and prepare for battle every day, and farmers and women who are busy with farm work every day. Without any pastime, she only feels that she is going crazy.

"Well?" Moores suddenly saw something happen in the distance. A teenager seemed to peek out of the knight training outside the castle. After being found, several knights grabbed the boy and tied his hands with rope. , Fell on a tree on one side, and started beating with a whip.

"Amy, that boy is so pitiful, you want him to come over and take it in front of me." Moores raised her lips and said.

"Miss, the lord said..." Amy, the maid on the side, said cautiously.

"Go ahead, listen to me." Morris interrupted Amy's words and commanded arbitrarily: "Otherwise I will reward you with a few whips."

Soon, the beaten boy was taken to Morris's attic.

Looking at the red marks on the body and the pitiful appearance of the unsuitable young boy, Morris closed the window, and ordered Amy to close the door and said to the young boy: "Come, let me see yours wound."

The teenager felt uneasy and did not dare to step forward. Morris was not angry. He approached the teenager in a cautious manner. His palm gently scratched the teenager’s hair, and then gently stroked the red mark on the teenager’s face. .

The strength of the fingers is not heavy. This force gives the wound a tingling sensation, allowing the teenager to twist his body awkwardly.

"Does it hurt?" Moores asked softly. After spraying the perfume, she whispered that it seemed to spit, causing the teenager to swallow.

"Hehehe." The aristocratic girl chuckled a few times, her hands caressing the teenager's scars, her lips slightly opened, and she approached the teenager bit by bit. The delicate face was in front of the teenager, and the temperature and fragrance further stimulated the teenager Nerves.

Only the next moment, Moores did not hesitate to pinch the teenager's wound with sharp nails. Hearing the painful cry of the teenager, Moores covered her mouth and smiled: "How? Kind of, did you just think I wanted to kiss you and feel the pain?"

Moores took the leather whip excitedly and whipped it on the teenager, and said cheerfully in his mouth: "It's true, every kind of mediocre, it's your greatest pleasure to bring me happiness."

At the beginning of the city, Morris and a few noble ladies, the biggest fun is to organize a salon, bring some homeless people, beggars, civilian children to the salon, through the abuse of these cheap species for fun.

Looking at the teenager who had no resistance against her, Moores became more and more excited, constantly whipping, and forced the teenager to the corner. The etiquette maintained at all times disappeared at this moment.

Or because it is necessary to communicate with various upper class people at all times, it is necessary to maintain the etiquette of the nobles at all times, as if a mask must be worn to keep them in a state of repression.

And once liberated from that repressive state, they will become insanely crazy, as if they have changed a person. People simply can’t make the crazy woman who is constantly excited about the corner teenagers and the soft and sweet on the ball. Miss Morris connected.

Morris put down the leather whip and pinched the teenager's neck fiercely, and saw that the teenager was breathless. Then he released his hand and lifted his foot to kick directly on the teenager's body, constantly grinding.

Just as Miss Morris, who was constantly releasing her madness, in the attic, two members of Hers, with black masks and white tears in their eyes, talked softly.

"Is it possible to confirm the goal?" one of the Hailes members whispered: "Although Intercamie was caught in civil strife, and the Divine Faith was a little tired to deal with it, but the group of mad dogs would not care about the demise of the country. The goal is correct. The problem, if it's incorrect, it still attracts the group of crazy dogs..."

"Relax, I have confirmed it several times. The goal has the potential to become a fallacy. Under the power of the ritual, the other party will definitely become an evil spirit and contribute to the advent of the Black Abyss." Another member of Hales confirmed Said.

"In this case, start preparing for the ceremony, and let the entire Koslow collar become a sacrifice."

One of them, Hales, walked through the door and shivered at the door when the young maid Amy was trembling. She was scared. He feared that one day such fate would come to her.

It was just the blade that suddenly rushed out of her heart, so that she no longer had such worries. Hales pulled out the blade and then handled the body of Maid Amy without hesitation. The internal organs were placed in different ranges along the blood. The gray stone with runes on it was put into the maid's empty belly.

In this way, the girl's anger and soul energy can not be temporarily saved by the stones and become a part of the ritual, which will promote the birth of the evil spirit to the greatest extent, and even make the evil spirit have good strength as soon as it is born.

Hales did not stop. After handling the body, he continued to walk forward and killed as soon as he saw him, regardless of the genders of men, women and children. Under the blade of the Hales ceremony, no one made any difference.

Moores continued to abuse the teenager. I didn’t know that the whole castle was almost dead except for her. The other Hales didn’t do anything, just quietly looked at Moores. Coming over the abuse of fire.

The whole castle somehow slowly rose into a dark mist. A strange silence enveloped the whole castle, but Moores, who was in excitement, did not notice it.

The young man in the corner was dying and could die at any time. The standing Hales member finally took out the ceremonial blade and plunged into Morris's head without hesitation.

The boy who was originally abused opened his emotionless eyes, and the boy's appearance gradually faded into a member of Hales with a black mask on his face. The same ceremonial blade was inserted into the heart of Morris.