Warhammer Throne

Chapter 94: , Dark ♂ salon

"Hello, Mr. Duckholm, I have not heard of your name, can you elaborate?" Aneda recalled carefully and found that he had not heard of this person, but since Master Foster introduced , This person can't have no future.

"I'm from the Ligurian kingdom in the south." Van Duckholm spread his hand: "I used to be an actor, um, an actor performing in a theater, but failed in hundreds of audition interviews and starred in several. After the small role, you know, I am fed up, so I am now devoted to the art industry, some special art service industries. "

"Special art service industry?" Aneda thought for a moment, his eyes radiated with some kind of unclear brilliance: "Very welcome! Mr. Duckholm! I welcome you on behalf of Aesthetics!"

After speaking, Aneda gave Foster a strange look, and the president of the Aesthetic Association thought that this old gentleman was good.

"What the **** are you talking about?" After entering the manor, Foster, the master architect, still couldn't understand what Ryan was talking about, and how Aneda's attitude changed suddenly, and Ryan's "Fan-" Duckholm ".

"Oh ~ Mr. Foster, you can rest assured that I am not interested in the banquet of these hedonists, but I am here to investigate some important things, and I will thank you after it is done." Lane whispered Said.

"What kind of gratitude can my old man have?" Foster shook his head helplessly. He was not short of money and fame. The master architect who had stepped into the coffin half-consciously felt that there was nothing to impress him.

"Never mind, this is Schultz's please. I will pretend to be unwell and find a place to rest. Remember, young people, a real artist can never stay alone in the corner. On the topic of everyone! Even if you do n’t understand anything, then as long as you praise more, comment less! ”Foster touched his beautiful white short beard and asked Ryan again.

"I know, I know ~" Ryan explained, and his confident appearance caused the architect to shake his head again and again. The old master thought that the young people now are really confident.

Inside the fiery manor, Lane carried a glass of red wine and quickly joined the conversation. Foster drank a little bit of red wine and pretended to be too weak to find a place to rest. .

After all, the master architect was old, and everyone in the salon expressed his understanding of his situation. Foster took a nap in the lounge under the leadership of the waiter.

When he woke up, the art salon had entered its climax.

What shocked the old gentleman was that in one corner, Ryan had become the focus of artists. He was talking to a group of brightly dressed, gorgeously dressed, sprinkling various perfumes and spirited artists.

"Yes, so in this process, the role I showed was that of the master."

"I transformed my home into a dungeon, and then I became the owner of the dungeon, where there are a full set of tools and so on ... I did a great job, and the guests liked me."

"The fist is 30 silver coins at a time ... That is to say, customers who like this service are generally too drunk to be interested. They want to relax themselves ... Then I will put my fist ..."

"This is a long process ~ you all understand." Artist Van Duckholm said humorously.

"Oh! God! Mr. Duckholm! I want to try this!" An artist said excitedly.

"Another unprecedented excitement, Mr. Duckholm, can I be your guest?" A lady's face was also full of excitement.

"Oh! Of course we can get enough excitement in this process."

"Wow! This is amazing!"

This group of artists and nobles have strange twists and neurotic fanatics. They took Van Duckholm to ask this question. The atmosphere was very hot, and even the president of the Aesthetic Society was excited. Said, "Oh, Mr. Duckholm, you are really an amazing artist."

"Yes, you see, I invented some combination of leather and rope. I think they are great. It's my work. I'll show you if I'm interested." Van Duckholm took out some Dirty pictures, but the nobles and artists in the corner regard them as treasures, circulate each other, and make a sound of admiration: "It is a god!"

Seeing Foster appear, Van Duckholm signaled that he was out of company, and he walked alone to the corner: "Master Foster, I was invited to an underground banquet. After ten minutes of waiting for you, you let the waiter go Find me and tell me to take me away. "

Foster hadn't figured out how Ryan got into the circle of Aesthetic Society so smoothly, but he still agreed to Ryan's request.

"Mr. Duckholm, please come here." Then Ryan led the waiter to the underground club.

Obviously his degenerate and perverted theories just now have gained the trust of these chaotic denominations. They firmly believe that Ryan is like them, corrupt and degenerate.

Only Ryan knows why he came.

Through the cold and wet tunnel, Lane participated in a more secretive banquet.

The chaos of this banquet is inconvenient to describe with words (afraid of harmony). In the indulgence of pleasure, the "artists" are madly demanding to enlarge the desire surface of society through various channels. They find beauty and happiness, indulge in more brutal fun Disgusting and perverted pleasure, they loudly planned how to eradicate those denominations that emphasize virtue and commandments, and how to achieve the goal of "building" Marienburg into an "absolutely beautiful place."

"Anything that hinders the aesthetics of your eyes is like a boiling poison in the blood vessels, which must be eliminated or remodeled!" This is in the damp and cold basement, a highly respected and educated artist said frantically.

"agree!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The twisted "artists" responded frantically.

"Okay gentlemen, 'white meat' is here, please enjoy it!" A waiter brought in a steaming bowl of meat and begged everyone to enjoy it.

The composition and origin of the meat is completely invisible from the outside. No one has asked what meat it is after the meat has been brought in. No one has asked where it came from, but everyone is rushing to eat the meat. Enjoyment.

Only Ryan didn't go up to grab and eat. He looked confused and didn't seem to understand what it was, so he missed the opportunity.

The white meat was quickly dispensed.

A waiter slipped off secretly, he whispered a few words in Aneda ’s ear, and the president of the Aesthetic Society regretted to come to Lane: “Mr. Duckholm, Master Foster is looking for You, are you planning to leave? "

"Ah!" Van Duckholm looked surprised: "Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I have to leave quickly."

"Don't Mr. Duckholm continue to play? There are more exciting programs in the back, and there is" Water of Life ". Drinking can prolong life and stay young forever!" Aneda was reluctant to such a big art ♂The artist left in this way, so she exhorted: "I can work for you on Master Foster's side."

Van Duckholm seemed to have experienced a very painful ideological struggle before he refused ten times: "But Mr. Foster is my best friend, I have no reason to leave him, so, sorry Ms. Aneda , I hope there will be a chance next time, I will let you see my true dark philosophy ♂. "

"That's really a pity, Aesthetic Club always welcomes you such outstanding artists and philosophers to participate in our art salon, this is the status symbol of Aesthetic Club members, I hope you can accept it." Aneda sent a purple Van Duckholm reached out and took over: "Thank you."

So Ryan, who became Van Duckholm, left the Violet Manor.

When he came out of the manor and was at least ten minutes away from the manor, Ryan drew a glass bottle of about 400 milliliters under his cloak. This was the "water of life" that he "ran" along.

There is a purple filthy liquid in the glass bottle, and there are countless waves in the liquid that constantly roll over irregularly, and Ryan can faintly see the demon soul wailing and roaring in it.

It is hard to imagine that this would be the fountain of life bred by the tree of the world.

Yes, the so-called "water of life" of Aestheticism is actually the appearance of the spring of life bred by the tree of the San Lorenzo Forest World where the wood elf is contaminated and corroded.

Of course, the Spring of Life is listed as an object that cannot be traded by the Wood Elves. In any case, the Wood Elves refuse to surrender any little fountain of life. People know how much, but the number must be very scarce. This is absolute.

However, it is not only the wood elves that exist in the forest. The powerful beast-man tribes have been fighting the wood elves in the forest for thousands of years, and sometimes they can also get some fountains of life.

The bottle in Ryan's hands is the fountain of life that has been corrupted after a lot of dilution. After drinking it, of course, it can prolong life and users must bear the cost of corruption.

Except Ryan.

The protoplasma gently extended its hand.

The purple chaotic energy is constantly sucked into his body. These violent and corrupted energy are continuously transformed into clean and pure sub-space energy by Lane and then absorbed by him.

Two minutes later, the polluted and corrupted fountain of life returned to its original shape, and pure life energy spread in the spring water.

Reversing corruption, this is the only ability in the entire universe that only Lion has. As long as the object was once a normal creature or object, Lion can absorb chaotic energy, and then transform it into pure subspace energy. original appearance.

The fountain of life is a good thing, even if it is diluted, Ryan carefully put it away.

Finally, Ryan threw the sign that Aneda gave him to the ground, and let the carriage run over, he began to think about everything from the Sin Sect.

The main corrupt objects of the Sein sect are the upper class nobles and scholars and artists. Sein is not like a warrior **** at all. He (he? She? It?) Is more like a beauty lover, artist, lover and prostitution (harmony ) The **** of sticks. Therefore, in some affluent big cities in the southern countries, the power of worship of sexual abuse is particularly powerful, because the wind of indulgence and pleasure prevails there.

Sein's creed is to tolerate all evil thoughts and try all evils. These creeds make Sein the most popular chaotic **** among the lazy wealthy class. These people regard the worship of **** as a way to adjust to their wealthy, obedient but boring life.

It was very easy to fall into the worship of **** at first. No matter what the believers do, including eating and sleeping, they can get a magnified spiritual enjoyment, which makes their boring and boring life full of fun again.

But this path of enjoyment soon became very narrow, because once they believed in sin, they would no longer be able to feel any happiness and satisfaction when they did anything a second time, and the great spiritual stimulation of the first time With a sharp contrast, people will not be able to tolerate this contrast, so they will begin to pursue this sensory stimulation frantically, and after ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, they will gradually languish and decline extremely.

With this despair and hatred, these exhausted and hateful people were driven to seek help from others who understood his terrible hunger and thirst, and they became a believer in all kinds of sins ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ The next step is the corruption and corruption of morality and rules. They will try to find all the evils in the world to find their happiness.

So why do we need faith? This world really needs faith and commandments. Only firm faith and mature commandments can help people avoid corruption and fight against darkness.

After thinking a little deeper, Ryan turned his attention back to the matter in front of him. So, what is "white meat"?

For believers in sex, can eating meat satisfy their spirits?

Don't be funny, unless it is a rare thing of dragon meat, otherwise these lunatics have not tried anything?

and many more!

Ryan faintly inspired.

White meat?

The spirit is satisfied?

Rare, easily unavailable, and meat that needs to be shared privately? Can't make it public?

Ryan felt that he had vaguely approached the truth.

He carefully recalled all the intelligence of the Aesthetic Society collected so far, and he madly filtered and retrieved every key information in his mind.

Gradually, his memory returned to Twilight Street that night, a secret story that the street girl Sarah said.

"I don't know when it started, Aneda appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society. Her wealth is endless. She used only one person to help art groups in dozens of cities and built several orphanages. Although we do n’t like her, she still does a good job, that is, the orphans in the orphanage seem to have a high mortality rate, not many adults ... "

Orphanage? High mortality?

Not many adult children?

Privately shared white meat that can bring spiritual satisfaction?

Ryan's pupil gradually dilated.

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