Blood of Mercury

Old Joseph was actually selfish.

Yes, he wanted to kill Kluwyen from the heart - but that had nothing to do with Kluwyen's "betrayal of Lord Orlando".

Old Joseph was just pure, extremely pure, and just wanted to exclude dissidents.

He paid all his admiration and loyalty to Roland, so he couldn't tolerate Kluwyen standing above him in an unhumbling manner.

In fact, his fifty-year career as the pastor of the shadowy **** has affected Joseph Sr. far longer than he imagined.

It is necessary to rely on the interests of illegal behavior to survive - under the persecution of such doctrines, every priest of the dark **** has become more or less a scumbag. Kakarit is a rare exception - he's not a scum, he's a lunatic.

It is conceivable that such a gathering of people will make the temple of the God of Darkness become what kind of place.

Betrayal is commonplace, cruelty is the ingredient, and conspiracy is as addictive as spirits.

To enjoy this kind of spiritual poison as a daily diet, even a person who looks normal on the outside will definitely be distorted.

Of course, in the eyes of old Joseph himself, he was not wrong at all.

I am a loyal servant who has sworn to Lord Orlando, so it naturally makes sense to keep secrets for Lord Orlando.

Lord Orlando once said to himself: "In the case of not exposing yourself, collect as much information as possible. For some important things that are too late to report to me, you can make your own decisions."

at your own discretion -

Thinking of the look on Lord Orlando's face when he said this to himself, Old Joseph's face that was so old and full of ravines was still filled with uncontrollable excitement.

It's a drug called trust.

Before these two words had absolutely no relationship with the old Joseph. It's like two parallel lines that almost never meet.

As long as they have a little understanding of the teachings of the Lord of Shadows, no one will have complete trust in old Joseph. Unless it's an unweaned child who is naive enough to not understand the sinister world at all.

Is that the kind of person that Orlando is?

"...No. Certainly not."

Old Joseph chuckled in a low voice, his eyes were full of light, and his face was wrinkled and wrinkled.

He remembered the look on Lord Orlando's face as he looked at the burning city of wealth.

That's right, Lord Orlando did cry, and indeed asked back about his crimes——

But Joseph Sr. believed that even Lord Orlando himself might not know it. His mouth was laughing as he bowed his head and sobbed with his hands over his cheeks.

That smile made old Joseph feel horrified.

If it was just a madman's smile, it would be fine. The point is, old Joseph looks back and thinks that every step of Lord Orlando seems inexplicable at the time. But looking back, nearly every neglected move made a huge difference.

To old Joseph, Orlando was like a cold doctor, comforting his patients with that creepy smile and soft, warm whispers like a lover's whisper, while moaning. of the patient's abdominal cavity. Then the internal organs are taken out, sorted, bottled and sealed in an orderly manner.

Until death, the patient thought that he was just a failure of the operation, but he did not know that even the relief of the illness at the beginning was designed by the Orlando master.

How can such a terrible person be naive enough to believe in himself?

How can it be--

Old Joseph smiled self-deprecatingly.

No one knew him better than himself.

His acting skills can also be favored by those who are hot-blooded. Anyone with a little bit of scruples can know that he has bad intentions.

Just like Mr. Orlando, he saw through his disguise from the beginning, and played with him as he planned, and finally took the leadership of the team in one fell swoop.

You know, at that time, if old Joseph had been a little more cruel, stupid, and arrogant, and he had attacked Orlando, who was in trouble, he would have completely disrupted Orlando's overall plan.

But Orlando is just holding the same look of course. Accurately stepped on the bottom line of old Joseph.

It's that look-

Old Joseph's old face could not help but show a bit of fanaticism.

The confidence to completely trust that you will not betray does not come from naivety, but from real self-confidence.

He bet that old Joseph would never dare to betray or oppose him. He believed he could handle old Joseph, a habitually devouring dog, without even putting him on a leash.

The kind of self-confidence that seems to know everything and expect everything can always bring a steady stream of confidence to the people around you. This kind of trust made old Joseph a rare passion.

No one is more certain than Joseph Sr. that Orlando is bound to become a legend.

Maybe Orlando is still too young, not strong enough, has few connections, and doesn't have the decisiveness to cut his arm to survive - but as long as the strong self-confidence of a prophet who knows everything still exists in Orlando, even if he dies, he will be vigorous. die.

To be a dark hero, a legend who saved the world by evil means - God knows, that was the long-drowning dream of Joseph old and young Joseph.

He grew up under the guidance of the dark god, and this was the kindest justice he could see.

And now. I'm going to die.

Old Joseph knew this perfectly.

To be precise, there is still one year and two months left to live. As a senior priest, he has long seen the limit of his lifespan. This is the permanent damage to oneself caused by years of exposure to negative energies and poisons.

but. This kind of ridiculous dream, but old Joseph saw the possibility of realizing it before he died.

Although it is on another person.

But who decides. Can't you be as crazy as a child when you're old?

"Lord Orlando, you don't need waste."

Pale fever gradually rose from old Joseph's eyes.

Orlando did not know that the old Joseph had secretly changed his faith to the same long-term mentor as Orlando, and obtained the profession of "martyr".

Now that this has been achieved, how can you allow those who have paid nothing to stand on a higher place than themselves?

Old Joseph hunched his back, thinking as a matter of course.

want to live-

Want to follow Orlando --

I want to see with my own eyes that my naive dream can come true—

An incomparably strong power of belief burned in the heart of old Joseph. The power that turned into substance gradually condensed in his mind.

"Lord Orlando doesn't need a betrayer—"

As if self-hypnosis, old Joseph muttered.

He squinted his dimly stunned eyes like this, his ruthless pupils shining with silver-gray metal light gradually locked Kluveen in the distance.

Fifty years of assassination career~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is enough for him to understand the flaws of most careers.

The Shield Guardian's sense of hatred, the Shield Dancer's intuitive initiative and reflex parry all made the fat mountain man named Kluveen as difficult to attack as a hedgehog.

However, Kluveen has a fatal flaw——

Immediately, silver-gray flames slowly flowed out of Old Joseph's eye sockets like viscous brains. Although there was no temperature, his face quickly rotted and collapsed.

As if being burned by fire, Old Joseph felt an unbearable burning sensation.

But the pain seemed like a joke to him.

In this way, he endured the pain of the poisonous fire burning his eyes, and with a deep hatred for the **** of darkness that ruined his life, he sang the only prayer he could learn: "God handed me over to the ungodly, I threw it into the hands of the wicked—" (To be continued.)

PS: ... After reading this chapter, don't say that I am a middle schooler. It is obviously that the old man returned to the light and returned to the middle school before he died. I will not say it.