I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 43: - Do not leave a name
"You know what to do. With your wisdom, Pharaoh, I'm sure you can handle this matter well."
Lin Jie sighed and said, "I know, this might be a little uncomfortable. After all, he is your son, but if you don't do this, I think you will be more sorry in the future."
Unfortunately, it may be painful to face the truth, though, but it was a good thing for the old king and the public to expose the real face of a man like this who came to deceive widows and lonely old men.
He Lin Jie was a very enthusiastic person who did good deeds without leaving a name.
It was only natural that Lao Wang was deceived by his age and lack of love, but this time, as his friend, he had to stand up to wake him up and watch over him.
Three receiving friends, straight friends, forgiving friends, more listening friends.
Lin Jie felt that even though he could not do everything, he had to give the right direction in the face of this situation.
"Now you have chosen to be weak and indulgent. In fact, you not only put yourself in an unfavorable position, but also disrespect Charles in your heart. You are like this, but you make mistakes over and over again. You really want to treat it thoroughly. Destroy it? It is better to leave a last bit of beauty than to wait until the last regret. "
Yes, Charles returned .. is just an empty shell.
The real Charles is dead.
How could he try to deceive himself by bringing a rotting corpse in front of him as Charles? !
This was simply an insult to his disciple!
Wilde's gaze behind the mask was deeply embarrassed, and there was a chill that finally subsided, and it took a long time to whisper: "You were right. I was confused this time. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible. . "
Those who really capitalize on his feelings and utilize Charles need to be "processed".
It was not that he did not know the truth, it was only because he missed his student, then he ended up choosing to take the initiative to be deceived, he said, deceive himself and others in hopes of reliving the past with his student ...
When the replay is complete, the most important thing is to die.
However, his behavior does pose a greater risk. If you are immersed in one of the trances, you may not be able to tell which one is right and which one is wrong.
If he doesn't come to the bookstore out of confusion, he may be completely guilty and continue to teach the rest of the spell to "Charles", and after the people behind squeeze out the last benefit, he's probably guilty, he had nothing to do It's clear.
This is a complete assassination operation.
And it almost worked.
But fortunately, Mr. Lin's words were just like those northern monks had said, making him instantly aware.
Lin Jie nodded, and then advised: "You should be firm, not slow, and you should be steady and ruthless when dealing with such people, otherwise it will be easy to reappear."
The young people in this kind of society were bastards and old people, if they did not reveal his attitude thoroughly it would definitely be confused.
Wilde smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't give him a second chance."
He was very familiar with this set.
Now, the people behind them must be smiling arrogantly.
Before they react, let's do it directly.
Coincidentally from Mr. Lin's writing, he was aware of many languages related to corpses and death. He had made great progress in spells, and he was eager to conduct an experiment.
Lin Jie sipped his tea again and said happily, "This is the old Wang I know. The appearance of the lost soul just now seemed to be the same as two years ago. To be honest, I feel a little disappointed. I hope you can read more books and get out of the past. "
A still-empty old man like Lao Wang had a very poor spiritual life and had a great need for feelings.
But the reality is that it cannot meet its needs.
Therefore, occasionally using radical means to give him a little fighting spirit, more passion for current affairs, and a fuller life, may be the best way to solve problems.
"Loved"? no fine!
Wilde's expression was dumbfounded. Mr. Lin initially handed him the "Necromancer" in the hope that he could help spread the content, and then ..maybe to regain the glory of this sect, or perhaps to establish a Protestant religion.
In short, entrusting this book to him for research was tantamount to giving him an invisible task.
But not only is he not doing it now, he is also going through a troublesome thing, and I have to say that it is really not good.
So now these words are ticking and reminding - he must help spread the doctrine!
Don't think about the past, you are now working for me!
Wilde warns: "I've seen your help and hope from your book. Forgive me for this mistake. Once this matter is resolved, I won't let you down again."
Lin Jie waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be too serious. You usually borrow a few more books, buy some books, and publish them. For me, that's the greatest hope."
The unselfish and generous bookstore owner really wants it
"OK, I see, there'll be a party just in time, and I'll voice your voice."
"Oh? Then I'll look forward to it."
Wilde sat in the bookstore until he finished his tea before bidding farewell in a harmonious atmosphere of laughter and laughter.
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Charles opened the door and looked at the old man outside, with a happy smile, and said: "Ah, teacher, you're back."
The handsome young man's face was full of respect and closeness to his teacher.
He reached out and picked up the umbrella Wilde had collected, and limped into the room.
Returning from the gap in the dream, it is certainly impossible not to be injured.This broken leg is proof of Charles's suffering.
Wilde looked at his back, a trace of regret appearing in his eyes, but he took a deep breath and immediately calmed down, and said: "Charles, take my sacrificial knife, you know where it is."
To be able to achieve this perfect awakening technique was at least one level with it.
In other words, behind the resurrected Charles was a devastating black mage.
Charles let out a scream, put down his umbrella, and said confusedly: "Are you going to experiment with spells?"
Wilde said calmly: "Well, there's a very important spell that needs to be tested, and I also have some preparation to do here, quickly go, you still need your help later."
Charles nodded, "I'll try my best."
He turned around to take the teacher's sacrificial knife.
He knew that the most commonly used tool for teachers was a sacrificial knife made of obsidian, so he wasn't too worried.
When he exited the room where the casting props were placed, Charles was still thinking about how long it would take to complete the task ...
He handed the sacrificial knife in his hand to Wilde, saw the old man smiling kindly, and then extended his hand.
"laughs!"
With great difficulty, the sharp blade of the obsidian victim pierced through Charles' skull.
The young man's eyes widened, and the last image he saw when he fell was a pitch-black ether spreading on the ground, like a collection of thorns, covering his vision.
"Rest in peace, son, death has peace."
Wilde looked at the corpse in front of him that was surrounded by thorns, saw a red bloodline peeled off from under the skin that looked like a puppet thread, and sighed: "Peti Died to Eternal Sleep ... that's really you-Morphy!"
He unsheathed the victim's blade, and cut the etheric lines connecting the caster and the subject one by one.
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Headquarters "Sekte Chi", the secret room of prayer.
In front of the dim altar, Morphy's "Pray" face was lit by candles.
There was a circle of candles around the altar, and there was a gust of blood in the middle groove.
Blood flowed from the gaps around, forming thin pillars, falling on the ground and radially spreading and distorting, forming a large complex spell formation on the ground.
Suddenly, the candles died one by one, and the blood column died a strange death.
Morphy opened his eyes, took two steps back in horror, and said:
"Wilde, how could he possibly ?!"
Before those words fell, the curse that was forcefully interrupted brought about a terrifying reaction.
"Hi..."
The altar quickly cracked, its fragments turned into ashes, and then collapsed. The originally stable great etheric energy instantly lost control and flowed out like a flood.
Morphy seemed to be attacked directly by an invisible invading force, and flew violently, knocking down walls.
The entire secret room suddenly collapsed.
The black mages of the Red Sect were startled and rushed to see the messy ruins, the huge hole like a spider web being destroyed by the flowing ether.
And Murphy, who wakes up with a cough.
Silent ~