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Chapter 29 Fugue

Darkness filled the entire room, and even the blackness itself began to become thicker, and every breath became extremely difficult.

This time, because Alice held his hand, he knew that his hand did not betray him.

However, he became even more confused. Was this a hallucination?

Once again, he began to feel confused, hesitant and even hesitant between reality and illusion.

Someone seemed to be speaking, but the sound itself had lost its meaning.

Scattered, noisy, vague...

Aaron looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but increasingly he felt that the sound seemed to be everywhere.

The darkness stripped away his vision, the noise weakened his hearing, his sense of smell seemed to have ceased to exist because he was accustomed to the smell of spices, and his sense of taste had long been excluded...

Aaron's body suddenly felt very heavy, but also seemed very light.

He tried to struggle.

To no avail.

The heavy body restrained him, like a cage, imprisoning a prisoner trying to escape, tightly restricting his desire to make any move.

For some reason, his desire to break away became stronger.

There seemed to be a voice guiding him, calling him, and encouraging him.

He stood up in a daze, struggling with strength that came out of nowhere, and then, his body became light...

He escaped from his physical prison.

He had no time to be surprised, and even greater confusion was waiting for him.

As he broke free, everything fell silent, and there was nothing but eternal darkness.

In the deep darkness, a solitary point of light flickered.

He knew it was him.

But what about the sound?

Where are the voices that guide him, call him, encourage him?

Time lost its chance to speak in the face of darkness, and Aaron didn't know how to calculate time at this time.

Everything seems to have solidified, but also seems to be continuing.

Is this still an illusion?

Aaron vaguely guessed.

But what about Sartre’s ritual? How could there be such a big battle?

Wait, who is Sartre? What is the ceremony?

He was a little confused, and then he was shocked!

He didn't remember who Sartre was, but he knew that Sartre was definitely an extremely important name.

His instinct is warning him, so he must remember it!

Be sure to remember...

Sa... what is Sa?

Salami?

It sounds delicious...

His thoughts began to diverge uncontrollably, and when he was distracted, the light spots symbolizing the soul continued to overflow. However, after blooming, there was double the emptiness, and the light group gradually dimmed.

You shouldn't have picked up that coin!

Aaron struggled to think back, trying his best to hold on to the only memory he had.

Wait, that coin?

Aaron was stunned. As this thought came to his mind, he saw a spinning two-color coin in the darkness that seemed to be solidified.

Other colors finally appear in the monotonous darkness, and everything changes.

It was like going back in time, with countless light spots emerging from the darkness and reintegrating into the light group.

Everything is like a new life, and the light group shines again.

"Aaron, remember everything about you today and never forget that your last name is Albert."

In a daze, Aaron heard a very familiar voice, that was old Albert's voice.

"Father, I will never forget." That was his voice, or Aaron's voice.

"The glory of the family..."

Aaron's last memory was of old Albert sighing, and then he felt him falling.

The darkness below was dispelled, and he saw what lay beneath his feet.

He saw Alice trying to wake him up after he had lost his soul, saw Sartre quickly splashing psychic powder, and saw Baars's serious expression and the shimmering metal prosthetic body.

An invisible force pulled him, attracted him, and dragged him back to real time.

The feeling of weightlessness from his soul had not yet been completely eliminated, and he struggled subconsciously. The sudden feeling of heaviness made him very uncomfortable, and even made him almost unable to stand still.

Just like the moment after the initiation ceremony, his mind was blank.

"With the starlight above, everything will eventually be revealed." Sartre's voice sounded extremely serious.

"With the starlight above, everything will eventually be revealed." Another voice came clearly into the room through the wall.

The azure light suppressed the darkness in the room in an instant, and the dark red crystal stone that was originally dark became bright again, and the flame of nothingness rekindled, bringing with it the candlelight in the room.

The flailing arms screamed and retracted, and the darkness in the room finally condensed into a bronze card in the flames, floating quietly on the table.

Sartre wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then turned to look at everyone, "The ceremony is over."

"What happened?" Lord Bars asked with a frown.

"He made the worst mistake he should have made. He did not release the marking ceremony first, but directly chose to hold the prophecy ceremony." A person pushed the door in and said calmly, "However, senior, you were the only one who got the As someone who scored perfect marks in your ritual class, I really didn’t think you would make such a mistake.”

Senior? Sartre is his senior?

Alice subconsciously looked at this man, with ear-length silver hair, a light green glimmer in his eyes, and a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He wore a linen robe that was almost identical to Sartre's, with a small tower-like symbol on his right breast.

"Siosander, you're here."

He was clearly a junior, but Sartre's attitude was not enthusiastic at all, and even seemed a bit casually alienated.

"Senior, if you only have this level of skill, I think I need to remind the teacher, maybe he should be replaced." He smiled politely, inadvertently scanning the people in the room, and then nodded to the Lord of Bals. , "Dear Lord of Bals City, I am the Silver-level prophet of the Tower of Stars, Siosande."

Sartre responded with a cold face, "I don't have time to prepare for the marking ceremony. That will only give the other party time to prepare in advance."

"So you should wait for me," Siosande responded. "As long as I am here, you only need to perform the marking ceremony. Following the soul mark, I will find him directly, instead of being like this now. situation."

Facing Siosande's aggressiveness, Sartre couldn't help it anymore and sneered, "Just you?"

"Can you still solve this problem alone?"

"you……"

Seeing the two people's unkind tone, Bars had to cough and asked, "So, what's going on now?"

"That cultist may be a degenerate of the gold coin system. When I was performing the ceremony, he also sensed my existence and tried to contaminate us." Sartre said lightly: "Of course, he didn't succeed. I There was no failure either.”

He paused and glanced at Siosand, "He is indeed in a sewer somewhere in Leiden City now."

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But in fact, I am hungry for recommended tickets and free monthly tickets...

I'd be very happy if everyone could hand over your tickets~

Also, I will recommend it tomorrow, to test the waters...

So I will add another chapter tomorrow,

As we all know, 996 is a 4K party, and adding one more chapter is already the limit...

But the quality is...TAT

I understand everything...

If the data cannot be retrieved, this will...

Although I really don’t know how to be a eunuch (too many people are supervising me with knives, and eunuchs can easily die...)