Soul of Negary

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

"But since they reached out to me, I should return the gift anyway." Negri's figure slowly faded: "I'll leave this to you, Granny Siew."

"Yes, Lord Negri, Jie Jie Jie!"

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Intercammy, Scoro led.

The young Miss Morelis was standing by the window of the castle attic, looking at the knights who were practicing in the grass below, with one hand on her face, bored reverie.

Originally, she could still hold salons with other noble ladies in the prosperous city, and chat with those poets and musicians about life and ideals, but the war destroyed everything.

Viscount Skorrow's family returned to their own territory, and Morlis could only follow, away from the bustling city, and returned to the Skorrow Territory, which she thought was the countryside.

There are only knights who practice every day and prepare for battle, and farmers and peasants who are busy with farm work every day. There is no entertainment. She only feels that she is going crazy.

"Huh?" Morlis suddenly saw something happening in the distance. A young man seemed to be peeking at the knight training outside the castle. After being discovered, several knights grabbed the young man and tied his hands with ropes. , fell to a tree on one side, and began to beat with a horsewhip.

"Amy, that boy is so pitiful, you ask him to come over, pack up and bring it in front of me." Morris said with the corners of his mouth raised.

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

"Come on, listen to me." Morris interrupted Amy's words and ordered arrogantly: "Or I will reward you with a few whips."

After a while, the boy who was beaten was taken to Morlis' attic.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the young man with several red marks on his body and wearing ill-fitting sackcloth, Morlis closed the window and told Amy to close the door, saying to the young man, "Come here, let me see your Wound."

The boy felt uneasy and did not dare to step forward, and Morlis was not angry either. He cautiously approached the boy who was on guard, scratched the boy's hair with the palm of his hand, and then lightly stroked the red marks on the boy's face from the whipping. .

The strength of the fingers is not heavy, but this kind of strength makes the wound have a tingling feeling, making the boy twist his body awkwardly.

"Does it hurt?" Morlis asked softly. After spraying the perfume, she said softly as if she was spitting out the fragrance, which made the boy swallow a little.

"Hehehe." The noble girl chuckled a few times, and caressed the boy's scar with her hand. Her lips were slightly open, and she approached the boy little by little. The delicate face was in front of the boy. The warmth and fragrance further stimulated the boy. nerve.

Just the next moment, Morlis pinched the boy's wound with sharp nails without hesitation. Hearing the boy's painful scream, Morlis covered his mouth and laughed: "How is it? Kind of, did you just feel the pain when you thought I was going to kiss you?"

Morlis excitedly picked up the leather whip and slapped the boy on the body. He said pleasant words: "Really, mere bastard, it is your greatest honor to be able to bring me happiness."

Back then, in the city, Morlis and a few noble ladies had the greatest pleasure in holding a salon, bringing some homeless, beggars, and commoner children to the salon, and for fun by abusing these bastards.

Looking at the boy who had no resistance under her whipping, Morlis became more and more excited. He kept whipping, forcing the boy to a corner, and the etiquette that he usually maintained at all times disappeared at this moment.

In other words, because they usually communicate with various upper-level people, they must maintain the etiquette of nobles at all times, like a mask that must be worn, keeping them in a state of depression all the time.

And once released from that state of repression, they will become incomparably crazy,

It seems like a different person, people can't connect the excited crazy woman who is constantly beating the corner boy with the weak and sweet Miss Morris at the ball.

Morlis put down the whip and pinched the boy's neck fiercely. Seeing that the boy was almost out of breath, he released his hand, raised his foot and kicked directly on the boy's body, grinding it constantly.

Just as Miss Morelis was constantly unleashing her madness, in her attic, two members of Hales with black masks and white tears in the corners of their eyes were talking softly.

"Can you confirm the target?" One of the Hales members said softly: "Although Intercame is in civil strife and the Divine Favor is a little tired to deal with it, those mad dogs don't care about the subjugation of the country, and the target is correct. The problem, if it's not correct, it will attract those mad dogs..."

"Don't worry, I have confirmed it several times. The target has the potential to become a fallacy. Under the power of the ritual, the opponent will definitely become an evil spirit and contribute to the coming of the Black Abyss." Another Hals member confirmed said.

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

One of Hales passed through the door, and Amy, the maid who was listening to the screams of the teenager outside the door, was shivering. She was afraid, and he was worried that such a fate would befall her one day.

It was just the blade that suddenly rushed out of her heart, so that she no longer had such worries. Hales took out the blade, and then dealt with the body of the maid Amy without hesitation. The internal organs were placed in different areas along the blood. A gray stone with runes written on it was put into the empty stomach of the maid.

In this way, the girl's anger and soul energy cannot be temporarily preserved by the stones and become a part of the ceremony, which can promote the birth of evil spirits to the greatest extent, and even make evil spirits have good strength once they are born.

Hales didn't stop. After disposing of the corpse, he continued to walk forward, killing anyone he saw, regardless of gender, age, or status. Under the blade of Hales' ritual, everyone was no different.

Morlis was still abusing the young man. He didn't know that everyone in the castle was almost dead except for her. The other Hales didn't do anything, just quietly watched Morlis go. Come over the abuse of fire.

The entire castle did not know when a layer of dark mist had slowly risen, and a strange silence enveloped the entire castle, but Morlis, who was in a state of excitement, did not notice it.

The boy in the corner was dying, and he might die at any time. The standing Hales member finally took out the ritual blade and plunged it into Morris' head without hesitation.

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