Chapter 107 Medici is released from prison

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"Patrick Jason Belial" was confirmed to be dead, and members of the "Machine Heart" came specifically to notify Klein. After learning that he no longer needed to be monitored, he was also rewarded with at least one thousand pounds for providing important clues. Afterwards, Klein felt even better.

Klein, who finally regained his freedom and was no longer protected by the "Machine Heart", stayed in the Kragg Club until after dinner, then took a carriage and slowly returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

He opened the mail box as a habit and saw a new letter, one without a stamp.

This letter was left by Detective Essinger Stanton after his unsuccessful visit in the afternoon. He wrote:

"...I heard the advice you gave from the Heart of Machinery. Your sensitivity and rigor are shocking. If you hadn't become an Extraordinary, I even think that 'Reader' is the most suitable path for you. . ”

"You are the best reasoning young man I have ever seen!"

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Klein stood in the living room and read the letter left by Essinger under the light of the gas wall lamp.

There was nothing novel about this performance. It was just a step-by-step repetition, and it didn’t even play a big role... But the advantage was that there were enough viewers, and they were all around me, allowing me to get feedback directly... Klein took As I was holding the letter, I suddenly felt something in my heart.

He half-closed his eyes and felt that something inside his body was rapidly disintegrating and dissipating. He felt that many illusory stars appeared around him, and he felt that those bright stars were weakly attracted to each other.

In the last month of 1349, his "magician" potion was finally digested.

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In Queens West District, a carriage was advancing slowly.

The driver's face was blurred and he was silent. The two tall black horses walked briskly and snorted.

In the carriage, Amon was playing with the huge natural ruby ​​he had just captured, thinking distressedly about what to make of it.

It's about the same size as his thumbnail, the color is pigeon blood red, and it feels heavy in the hand. As long as it's slightly processed and made into a ring or necklace, it can easily be sold for tens of thousands of pounds.

It is a pity that it does not have the romantic stories and historical details that the rich pursue, but it is like "excavated and polished from the high-quality gemstone veins in the southern continent, snatched away during transportation, and then fell into the treasure house of the devil family." "Ten years. It was once embedded in the sacrificial vessel, and now it was taken off and offered because the object of worship was changed." Ordinary people should not know such absurd and exciting stories.

Boom, boom.

There was a chilling sound coming from the opposite side of him. It was like a blade cutting off bones.

In the shadow that was almost materialized, the new demon king slowly and elegantly broke the handleless black sword across his knees piece by piece, as easily as breaking a piece of biscuit. Then he broke the other one into pieces. Put all the bones, flesh, blood, and intense emotions before death of the devil and angel into his mouth, bite them into pieces, chew them, and swallow them into his belly. It is as easy and freehand as eating a biscuit. His movements and expressions are reminiscent of leisurely comfort and sunshine. Afternoon tea in the bright garden, the contrast between the two is weird.

His spirituality is unstable and he consumes too much. Devouring the flesh and blood of the same kind is the fastest and most consistent replenishment behavior for demons.

"I've thought about it, I want to make this ruby ​​into a brooch."

Amon turned a blind eye to the aura of the abyss that was close at hand, and happily put the ruby ​​​​into his small box. He opened the box to a crack, and it was filled with various layers of pearls, diamonds, crystals and colorful gems.

These are the top jewels he picked out from the tributes of the Demon Family. Some are original stones, some have not been used, and some are pried off other people's existing jewels. The common point is that they are all ordinary.

Gems do not have any extraordinary properties inside them, so they are overly fancy decorations that are completely useless to extraordinary people.

“With diamonds?”

"Yes."

Edward nodded slightly and said in a cold and deep voice: "This size is very suitable for a brooch."

There was a rare expression on his face, and he sat quietly on the cushion opposite, motionless for a long time. With a static feeling of an inanimate object, he was promoted smoothly and became one of the strongest competitors in the Abyss Path Sequence 0.

There is not much joy in this incident, let alone excitement and pride. Instead, it feels like I am finally relieved.

They had just returned from the location given by the Dark Saint before, where another copy of the "Filthy King" attribute was stored.

One has two copies of Sequence One, and the other only has Sequence One and Uniqueness. Now there are two Angel Kings in the Demon Path, which is really an unexpected development.

But the other party's reaction does not affect Amon's mood. In a sense, as long as he does not take the initiative to die, the stronger the foreign god who does not have much malice towards him can ensure the safety of "himself".

In his opinion, compared to "changes after promotion", it was more like the other party was finally able to act with his true self to a certain extent.

The Declined King indeed thought so. The little game of playing human beings did not make him feel the least bit interesting from beginning to end.

Humans and primates once established their own civilization, which lasted for tens of thousands of years with their own power. They were weak and soft carbon-based life forms that would ooze red warm liquid when crushed, which was completely different from him. Perhaps in the beginning

There was a brief interest, but today there is only endless tedium and boredom. Many of the malfunctions of the doll have worn away his patience:

At first, because the memory was too real, the old survivor "Edward Vaughn" was always recreated and destroyed many times; later, the influence of pathways and extraordinary abilities increased, causing one of the dolls to be instinctively destroyed.

Ambition drives the desire to escape from His control and be destroyed again.

Later, after many studies and repeated testing, a qualified doll was finally created that has a perfect balance of memory and nature, and firmly believes that "it is a part of God" - ha, but how can the program be written?

What about the human part of the program? - I have to say that this positioning is very useful. It makes the doll's thoughts somewhat similar to my own. It will no longer be easily impressed by human society and its own memory, and it can run without supervision.

Stable and excellent.

But after being stable for hundreds of years, it had some sprouts of self-awareness and some hazy emotions because of a human woman, which made the Declined King feel very bored.

——Yes, boring.

"answer me."

"What are those things that appear in you? Confusion, loneliness, missing people when you see things? You'd better not tell me that you really regard yourself as a human being. How can you waste your energy on things that are not planned?"

"But I think my behavior is logical." Edward answered him, "Adela is dead and I feel lonely. This is normal."

"……What did you say?"

"...Adela is dead, my behavior is logical?"

"Loneliness." God said, "Why are you lonely? It is a useless emotion that we abandoned thousands of years ago."

It's stupid. And boring.

The Declined King thought emotionlessly, loneliness. This word reminded him of the desolation of the land of his birth, the mediocrity of the God of Order, and the never-ending gloom and desolation in the memory that had turned to dust for so long.

A word that was as light as snowflakes, but fell like a dull knife cutting into his body, leaving no trace, and it seemed as if an old injury had recurred, making him feel slightly sulky at being betrayed. Brann

Ka uses loneliness as a reason and shelter as a poison to hypnotize himself over and over again to rationalize his behavior. Isn't this worthy of disgust and a warning? Isn't this worthless remnant actually talking to a person?

Has human interaction been rekindled?

It's really boring. He has been wandering in the dark for so long. His ability to successfully defeat everything is not because of loneliness or fear, nor any overly egoistic emotions praised by humans. It is because He is strong enough, determined enough, and can

How could the gods who crossed the end and crossed the sea of ​​stars be weak, how could they be afraid of loneliness?

No need for humanity, no need for followers, no need for companionship.

This is the unanimous conclusion reached by his humanity and divinity. Humanity voted in favor of destroying himself. From then on, there was an indestructible lord on the snowfield and a god who would fly in the starry sky for countless years in the future. The sentimental self had long since died.

, replaced by a stronger and better consciousness and soul. This is a reasonable replacement. Why is there still a trace of emotion and unwillingness to come to this day? The declining king simply finds it unbearable - a huge shame and humiliation, he originally thought

It was the clone who was tainted by the worldly over-acting that was too deeply involved in drama, and in the end it actually told him that this was self-denial!

"Why are you crying? Your power has never disappeared, your life will never end, why are you sad?"

——He once asked another god.

"I despair of my loneliness."

——And then I got such an unreasonable answer.

“Lonely”? It’s really, really, really boring.

"I thought it was something serious. After all, you are one of my most satisfying works." He said, "Well, your failure made me realize that as long as the program has human memory, it will be difficult not to be

Impact, I know what to do, and I won’t need puppets anymore.”

A trace of astonishment flashed across its face, but it did not resist.

So, He killed Edward Vaughan.

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However, it is really hard to go into battle in person.

I hope that one day in the future I will be able to walk on the earth with my true self, no need to pretend, no need to pretend, no need to separate a separate consciousness department to be responsible for building a character, and to conceive and plan various behaviors that humans should have in my mind at any time, and also

You have to participate in a lot of social interactions and put on a smile every day to deceive people.

"Have you considered rearranging your honorary name?"

He shook his head slowly: "There is no need to rush."

Finally, he closed his eyes, fine-tuned his facial expression, took out the flat glasses he had just bought, which were one of the indispensable elements of the character "Edward Vaughn", and put them on.

The black tortoiseshell frames were relatively light and did not feel much when placed on the bridge of the nose. The vague blue color in his eyes faded, Edward twitched the corner of his mouth, relaxed his straight back a little, and spoke elegantly with a hint of laziness.

Leaning on the leather cushion behind him, he smiled at Amon: "I know you are looking forward to getting the reward I promised."

"But that's not what you're going to do tonight. You can design the brooch you want tonight and go to a jewelry store in Queens to customize it tomorrow."

Amon nodded: "So what are you going to do tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the dull twelve chimes from the "Bell of Order". At midnight, the blood-like moonlight flowed on the streets. At this time, almost no one was walking outside, because Backlund's winter

The night is really too cold, let alone driving the carriage leisurely on the road in the cold wind in the middle of the night. If you don't take cover, even if you don't attract the sheriff, you will attract the extraordinary people of the church.

The coachman whistled, and the carriage turned around and headed for Williams Street via the nearest main road.

Amon pushed up his monocle and understood something.

"I'm not as articulate as I am." He backed down, "Can I go first? I want to put down my gem."
To be continued...