What kind of way can human memory be presented? Even the demon king in hell cannot describe it clearly and accurately.

It is just because the human soul can be distorted, affected, and dissipated, but it cannot be actively decomposed.

However, what is the memory world formed by the distortion of the Demon King's power? It is now revealed in front of Bernie.

Just as the surface of the glass was covered with a layer of gray, everything seemed so blurry when you saw it.

Only a few elements are clearer, or even clearer.

At this moment, Bernie was standing in a shed stall filled with fish catches. The sky was obscure and the market was hazy. He was dressed in a small vendor and looked vague.

But the images of the fish piled up on the partition table in front of you are very clear, and the fishy smell emitted is even a bit choking.

However, in the face of this smell, Bernie was unable to make any concealment.

He also cannot control his behavior, and he cannot even actively control the rhythm of his breathing.

This situation is similar to the previous dream world, but it is more stringent than the dream world.

It's just because he can't even move his eyes this time.

The information flow in my mind clearly describes why this happens-

[This is a memory world formed by the power of the devil. No one who is below the devil's throne cannot affect the world]

...

Obviously, Bernie couldn't do it at this moment, so he could only watch "hisself" keep fiddling in front of the stall, and occasionally teasing a few unauthorized words with a wine dealer next to him.

Until a boy in a knee-length linen robe passed by the stall and stopped curiously.

The boy had brown hair and dark eyes. Judging from his appearance, he was obviously the owner of the memory here, the murderer who grew up to become a monastery swineherd.

In contrast, his teeth are currently neat, with a round face and square chin, making him look stupid.

What he said is equally childish.

"Mond can use this to exchange for a small fish with you."

He said as he handed the half-eat carrots in his hand to "Berney", as if he felt that the size was about the same, and the value was about the same.

As a result, before "Bernie" responded, the woman beside him raised her hand and slapped the little guy's forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Then she glanced at Bernie apologetically, pulled her son and walked over.

The boy touched his forehead and giggled, then suddenly turned around and shouted to Bernie after a few steps, "Next time I'll exchange it with you. There is a river next to our house, and there are so many frogs inside."

"A egg and a little fish, boy, I will exchange for you as much as you can steal!"

"Bernie" replied to him, causing laughter and scolding around him. Then he looked at the child's silly smile and blurred step by step.

The originally clear world around is gradually blurring, just as it is difficult to maintain unimportant or non-existent memories.

When this blur reached a certain level, Bernie, a fishmonger, had become an elderly housekeeper riding on a horse, and is now looking at the boy below with scrutiny and a middle-aged couple on both sides of the boy.

"Is he trying to be a servant in our adult manor?"

"It's him, Lord Robin, look..." the middle-aged man said, handing the purse in his hand to "Berney" with a flattering face.

As a result, "Bernie", who was already scrutinizing, took the purse and weighed it with his hand, but threw it into the middle-aged man's arms with disgust.

Then he said disgustedly: "Your boy is so ugly that he doesn't meet the requirements of our adults."

After saying that, before the other party responded, "Bernie" kicked the horse in the stomach and left slowly.

The middle-aged couple behind him turned around and left with their son disappointedly. The man was still muttering: "I have long said that the noble man's manor is not easy to enter, but you don't listen. Let's take a look now. People don't like the money that has been praised for ten years."

"Maybe we can change the estate and ask."

"I said I'd better send Mond to my cousin Boswell. He now manages the kitchen in the monastery and can stuff Mond in. He likes Mond very much and mentioned this to me earlier."

"It's better not to be there, Boswell is not a decent person..."

"Then who do you think is the decent person? The Robin Butler just now?"

“…”

"I said why do you always say that to your cousin? There is only one in our family..."

The memory world is blurred and then new memories continue to emerge.

He entered the monastery as a servant, and was bullied for being stupid. The monk Boswell, who liked Mond, was promoted to a formal monastery member after he became the dean step by step, and kept teaching him to read and write...

Bernie, who could not interfere and could only watch, seemed to have experienced the entire life of the murderer Mond in the process.

It is a life full of luck compared to ordinary civilians, and it is also a life that is very difficult compared to the aristocratic class. Overall, it is dull and fulfilling.

Until "Berney" became the dean of the monastery named Boswell, and in the room had a conversation with the murderer who had grown into a young man,

"Your parents were robbers on their way to visit you and had ascended to heaven."

"ah?"

"I said, your parents were robbers on their way to visit you and have passed away."

"ah……"

When Mond opened his mouth when he heard this, he was stunned for a long time and could not speak, but his face turned pale.

"Bernie" sighed when he saw this, then picked up a letter from the table next to him and handed it to the other party.

"I need to go out in two days. I'm not at ease if you stay in the monastery. Take this letter and go to a manor in Ibiza for a while."

Mond instinctively reached out and took the letter, but his expression was lost on his face as if he had heard nothing.

"Bernie" saw this and clenched his fists, and suddenly said, "So, you stay there for ten days first. If I haven't picked you up ten days later, go to the house where I just brought you to the monastery. There is a secret wall under the bed in the corner of the house. Knock it three times in a row, and then two times in a slow manner, and there are some things I left for you."

His last passage seemed quite serious, as if a father was handing over his life's wealth to his son.

Unfortunately, Mond had no intention of thinking about anything at this moment. After hearing this, he nodded blankly, and then left with the letter absent-mindedly.

The surrounding environment changed again and again, and Bernie then arrived in a dark room.

What you see is a vague wooden beam roof, and the surroundings are filled with snoring and mumbling, which looks messy.

But "Bernie" seemed to be accustomed to this, got up and put on a robe, sat on the bed and bent down to wear shoes, and then walked carefully out of the room in the moonlight.

By the way, I looked around and looked around to see if anyone around me noticed their sneaky tracks.

Unfortunately, he only paid attention to the situation in the house, but did not find anyone hiding behind a tree outside the door of the room.

Therefore, when "Bernie" secretly walked towards a building in the monastery, he had already hung a tail behind him.

All actions were not controlled by Bernie, so within a while, the sneaky "Bernie" came to the deserted library of the monastery, and then started to whisper with several other monks who also secretly ran over.

"There is no news yet, will there be an accident?"

"What accident can happen? Can they still know that we did it?"

"This is hard to say. Who knows if we were seen when we secretly ran out that day."

"And even if you are not seen, there are still extraordinary people..."

"Extraordinary? Vito, what are you talking about? But after killing two inconspicuous farmers, which extraordinary person would pay attention to such a small thing?"

"The dean will do it. That woman is his lover, and she even has an illegitimate child..."

"The dean is not an extraordinary person, he hasn't opened that treasure yet."

"If the dean wasn't, how could he dare to seek revenge on that person?"

"The dean may not be, but that must be. We now frame him and kill the dean's lover, and frame him and threaten Mond's life. If that person really wants to be investigated, we..."

A thin old monk was worried when he spoke. Bernie sneered secretly when he saw this.

Then it felt almost done. His mind moved and his mind was connected to the black fog world that was closely connected to his soul.

So he, who could only watch but could not participate, suddenly took charge of this body, and then said something that should not have appeared in this memory.

"Bazel is just Bishop Jerome's illegitimate son. He doesn't have the ability to track down us. What's so scary?"

As soon as he said this, the few people next to him did not react in any special way. They still said some speculations and worries according to their current memory, as if they had not heard Bernie's words.

Mond, who was secretly hiding outside the library window, did not hear it, or rather, he was also a projection of memory at the moment.

Therefore, he is even more angry at the moment what the monks revealed in their previous words.

However, although he was so angry that his whole body was trembling and even bit his lips bloodied, he never made any sound. Instead, after listening to some of the monks' words again, he turned around and left secretly.

"Mond will seek revenge on you, wait and see, Mond will definitely seek revenge on you."

He murmured these words as he walked, but seemed a little confused until he suddenly remembered the words that the dean said before leaving.

So the confused figure walked towards the inconspicuous building somewhere in the monastery.

Bernie on the other side should have dissipated due to the departure of the memory master, but because of the participation of the Black Mist World, he is now able to move freely.

So before Mond reached the target location, Bernie had already arrived at the room and took out some messy items from the dark lattice. One of the parchments with the black goat head pattern on the surface was very conspicuous.

All of this is actually an image of Mond's memory and is not real, so when I opened the book, many of the handwriting in it was blurred.

Only one of the pages with a large number of annotations is very clear, even too clear.

When Bernie opened the book to this page, his fingers smeared many of the handwriting on the page, which originated from the connection he still maintained with the Black Mist World. He not only allowed himself to move temporarily, but also took the initiative to make certain modifications to other parts of the current memory world.
To be continued...