"Hello, Mr. Darkholm, I've never heard of your name. Can you tell me in detail?" Anida recalled it carefully and found that she had never heard of this person, but since Master Foster introduced him,
, it is impossible for this person to have no background.
"I come from the Kingdom of Liguria in the south." Van Darkholm spread his hands: "I used to want to be an actor, well, an actor who performed in the theater, but I failed in hundreds of auditions and starred in several
After the small roles, you know, I had enough, so I'm now involved in the art industry, some special art services industry."
"Special art service industry?" Anida thought for a moment, and her eyes glowed with some unknown meaning: "Very welcome! Mr. Darkholm! On behalf of the Aesthetic Society, I welcome you!"
After finishing speaking, Anida gave Foster a strange look. The president of the Aesthetic Society thought that this old gentleman was good at this.
"What are you talking about?" After entering the manor, Foster, the master architect, still couldn't understand what Lane was talking about, and how Anida suddenly changed her attitude and welcomed the "Fan" played by Lane.
Darkholm".
"Haha~ Mr. Foster, don't worry, I'm not interested in the banquet of these hedonistic believers, but I'm here to investigate some important things. I will definitely thank you deeply after the matter is completed." Ryan whispered.
said.
"What can I, a dying old man, do to express my gratitude?" Foster shook his head helplessly. He had neither money nor fame. The master architect, who had already half-footed his way into the coffin, felt that nothing could impress him.
"Forget it, this is Schulz's request anyway. I will pretend to be unwell and find a place to rest. Remember, young people, a real artist can never stay alone in a corner. He must follow
Be the talk of everyone! Even if you don't understand anything, just praise more and comment less!" Foster touched his beautiful short white beard and told Ryan again.
"I know, I know~" Ryan explained clearly. His confident look made the architect shake his head repeatedly. The old master thought that young people today are really confident.
Inside the hot manor, Ryan quickly joined the conversation with a glass of red wine. Foster drank a little red wine and chatted for a while, then pretended to be drunk and found a place to rest.
.
After all, the architect was old, and everyone in the salon understood his situation. Foster took a nap in the lounge for a while under the guidance of the waiter.
By the time he woke up, the art salon had already entered its climax.
What shocked the old gentleman was that in a corner, Lane had become the focus of the artists. He was talking alone to a group of brightly dressed, gorgeously dressed, spewing various perfumes and listless artists.
"Yes, so in this process, the role I displayed was like the master."
"I transformed my home into a dungeon, and then I became the owner of the dungeon, with a full set of tools and so on... I did a good job, and the guests all liked me."
"For fists, it costs thirty silver coins at a time... That is to say, usually the guests who like this kind of service are a little too drunk to enjoy themselves, and they want to relax a little bit... Then I will use my fists..."
"This is a long process ~ you all understand." Artist Van Darkholm said humorously.
"Oh! God! Mr. Duckholm! I want to try this!" one artist said excitedly.
"Another unprecedented excitement, Mr. Duckholm, can I be your guest?" A woman's face was also full of excitement.
"Oh! Of course, we can all get enough stimulation in the process."
"Wow! This is awesome!"
The faces of this group of artists and aristocrats had strange distortions and neurotic enthusiasm. They asked Van Darkholm to ask questions. The atmosphere was so heated that even Anida, the president of the Aesthetic Society, was excited.
He said, "Oh, Mr. Duckholm, you are such a great artist."
"Yes, you see, I invented some combinations of leather and rope. I think they are great. They are my works. If you are interested, I can show them to you." Van Darkholm took out some.
It was a filthy picture, but the nobles and artists in the corner regarded it as a treasure, passing it around to each other and exclaiming in admiration: "This is a masterpiece!"
Seeing Foster appear, Van Darkholm excused himself and walked to the corner alone: "Master Foster, I was invited to an underground banquet. Wait ten minutes after I enter, and you ask the waiter to go
He came to me and said he wanted to take me away."
Foster struggled for a long time and still couldn't figure out how Ryan managed to get into the circle of the Aesthetic Society so smoothly, but he still agreed to Ryan's request.
"Mr. Duckholm, please come this way." So Ryan led the waiter to the underground club.
Obviously, his depraved and perverted theory just now has gained the trust of these Chaos Sects. They firmly believe that Ryan is the same as them, corrupt and degenerate.
Only Ryan knows why he came here.
Passing through the cold and damp tunnel, Ryan participated in a more secretive banquet.
The chaos of this banquet cannot be described in words (for fear of harmony). In their indulgence and enjoyment, the "artists" crazily demanded to enlarge the desire side of society through various channels. They discovered beauty and happiness, indulged in more cruel fun and
Taking a disgusting and perverted pleasure, they loudly planned how to eradicate those sects that emphasized virtue and discipline, and how to achieve the goal of "building" Marienburg into an "absolutely beautiful place".
"Anything that hinders the aesthetic appreciation of the eyes is like poison boiling in the blood vessels and must be eliminated or transformed!" This is what a respected and well-educated artist said crazily in a damp and cold basement.
"agree!"
"Agree!"
"That's right!"
Distorted "artists" responded wildly.
"Okay gentlemen, the 'white meat' is here, please enjoy it!" A waiter brought in a bowl of steaming meat and motioned for everyone to enjoy it.
The composition and origin of the meat are completely invisible from the outside. Since the meat was brought in, no one has asked what kind of meat it is or where it comes from, but everyone is rushing to eat the meat, and every bite is as if it is worthless.
enjoyment.
Only Ryan didn't go up to eat it. He looked a little confused and didn't seem to understand what it was, so he missed the opportunity.
The white meat was quickly devoured.
A waiter sneaked down and whispered a few words in Anida's ear. The president of the Aesthetic Society regretfully came to Ryan: "Mr. Darkholm, Master Foster is looking for
Are you planning to leave?"
"Ah!" Van Darkholm looked surprised: "Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I have to leave quickly."
"Mr. Darkholm, don't you plan to continue playing? There will be more exciting programs later, and there is also 'water of life'. Drinking it can prolong your life and stay young forever!" Anida was a little reluctant to part with such a great artist.
The artist left just like that, so she comforted him: "I can deal with Master Foster for you."
Van Darkholm seemed to have gone through an extremely painful ideological struggle before he refused: "But Mr. Foster is my best friend, and I have no reason to leave him, so I'm sorry, Ms. Aneda."
, I hope that if I have another chance next time, I will let you see my true dark philosophy."
"That's such a pity. The Aesthetic Society always welcomes outstanding artists and philosophers like you to participate in our art salon. This is a status symbol of the Aesthetic Society members. I hope you can accept it." Anida presented a purple
The medal, Van Darkholm stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you."
So Ryan, who transformed into Van Darkholm, left the Violet Manor.
After coming out of the manor and being at least ten minutes away from the manor, Ryan took out a glass bottle of about 400 ml from under his cloak. This was the "water of life" that he casually came to.
There was a purple filthy liquid inside the glass bottle. There were countless air waves inside the liquid that were rolling irregularly. Ryan could faintly see the soul of a demon wailing and roaring inside.
It is hard to imagine that this would be the fountain of life bred by the World Tree.
Yes, the so-called "water of life" in the Aesthetic Society is actually what the fountain of life bred by the World Tree of San Lorenzo Forest where the Wood Elves are located has become after being polluted and corrupted.
Of course, the Fountain of Life is listed as an object that must not be traded by the Wood Elves. The Wood Elves refuse to hand over any bit of the Fountain of Life under any circumstances. This kind of sacred water of the flesh and bones of the living dead will only produce a little bit a year. There is no specific information.
People know how much it is, but it is absolutely certain that the number is very rare.
However, wood elves are not the only ones in the forest. The powerful beastman tribe has been fighting with the wood elves in the forest for thousands of years, and sometimes they can also get some springs of life.
The bottle in Ryan's hand is the corrupted fountain of life that has been heavily diluted. Drinking it can certainly extend your life, but the user will also have to bear the cost of being corrupted.
Except Ryan.
The Primarch gently held out his hand.
Purple chaotic energy was constantly being sucked into his body. These violent and corrupt energies were constantly transformed by Ryan into clean and pure subspace energy and then absorbed by him.
Two minutes later, the polluted and corrupted spring of life magically returned to its original appearance, with pure life energy spreading in the spring water.
Reversal of corruption is the only ability that Ryan has in the universe. As long as the object was a normal creature or object, Ryan can absorb chaotic energy and then transform it into pure subspace energy. If certain conditions are met, it can be turned back into
original appearance.
The fountain of life is a good thing, even if it is diluted, Ryan carefully put it away.
In the end, Ryan threw the symbol Aneda gave him on the ground and let the carriage run over him. He began to think about everything about the Slaanesh sect.
The main targets of corruption of the Slaanesh sect are upper-class nobles, scholars, and artists. Slaanesh is not like a warrior god at all. He (he? She? It?) is more like a lover of beauty, an artist, a lover and a prostitute (harmony).
) God of sticks. Therefore, in some wealthy big cities in the southern countries, the worship of sexual abuse is particularly strong, because indulgence and pleasure are prevalent there.
Slaanesh's creed is to tolerate all evil thoughts and try all sins. These creeds make Slaanesh the most popular Chaos God among the lazy and wealthy classes. These people regard the worship of Slaanesh as their wealth and dependence on them.
A relief from a smooth yet boring life.
It is very "easy" to fall into the worship of Slaanesh at first. No matter what the believers do, including eating and sleeping, they can get spiritual enjoyment that is magnified many times, which makes their boring life full of fun again.
But this path of enjoyment quickly becomes very narrow, because once they believe in Slaanesh, they will no longer be able to feel any happiness and satisfaction when doing anything for the second time, as well as the huge mental stimulation they experienced the first time.
Forming a sharp contrast, people will not be able to bear this contrast, so they will begin to crazily pursue this kind of sensory stimulation. After ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, they will become increasingly depressed and extremely declining.
In this desperation and hatred, the exhausted and hateful man is driven to seek help from others who understand his terrible hunger, and they become a full-fledged Slaaneshite disciple.
What follows is the corruption and corruption of morals and rules, and they will try all the evils in the world to find their own happiness.
So why is faith needed? This world really needs faith and discipline. Only firm faith and mature discipline can allow people to avoid corruption and fight against darkness.
After thinking a little more deeply, Ryan turned his attention back to the matter in front of him. So, what is "white meat"?
For followers of Slaanesh, eating meat can satisfy their spirit?
Don't be ridiculous, unless it's something rare like dragon meat, what haven't these crazy people tried?
etc!
Ryan had a vague inspiration.
White meat?
Spiritually satisfied?
Meat that is rare, not easily available, and needs to be shared privately? It cannot be made public?
Ryan felt that he was getting closer to the truth.
He carefully recalled all the information on the Aesthetic Society that he had collected so far, and his mind was frantically filtering and retrieving every key piece of information.
Gradually, his memory returned to a secret story told by the street girl Sarah that night on Twilight Street.
"I don't know when, Anida appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society. Her wealth is endless. She supported art groups in dozens of cities and built several orphanages just by herself.
, although we don’t like her, she still does good things, but the mortality rate of orphans in the orphanage seems to be very high, and not many of them reach adulthood..."
Orphanage? High mortality rate?
Not many adult children?
White meat shared privately that brings spiritual satisfaction?