Saint

Chapter 19: metamorphosis (two)

Fulan's heart was full of gloomy anger. The failure of the master over and over again made his hopes slim. In the sewer, the idea of freedom and living was temporarily curbed by anger. Now, he is safe and free from danger under the protection of the mage, but the confused mood he tried to control began to be active at this time. Hatred, the original sin of human beings, made Fulan's chest burn with fire. He couldn't sleep at night, and occasionally closed his eyes, he would dream of all the beautiful things and happy expectations in the world, and was torn and crushed under the big hand of covering the heaven and earth. Then he was covered in sweat, shouting the name of the enemy, waking up from the nightmare. Sometimes he can't stand it. Fulan rushed to the outside of the tower and hit the rocks on the island with his body crazily, so he was bruised all over the body. The power left in the body of the holy things healed the wound. Immediately, he began to hate himself, why he wanted to survive and why he continued to bear this injustice. He cursed everything around him, the blue waves under the blue sky, the flying seabirds, even the comfortable wind, which would somehow make the poor man crazy. Venting and self abuse are also means to relieve pain. William always looked at it with pity and sighed, hoping that the young man's mood would gradually stabilize. The only one who can comfort Fulan is from the master. At the scene of the murder, no Anmei's body was found. Maybe the little wild cat is still alive. Fulan uses the most precious news to paralyze his nerves. For the first time, he found that hatred can make people's psychology so distorted. More than once, Fulan wanted to abandon the help of the mage, sneak back to the city, find a way to go to the Imperial City, strangle a arrogant woman with his powerful hands, and then use the most cruel torture in the world, deal with the gang heads, and wash the deep hatred with countless blood. "Maybe, the hell is what the world should be like. The sulfur cloud in the dark, the deep sea of the underworld, and the gloomy temple in the chaos can accommodate the immeasurable filth of the world." Fulan thought, his face is full of ferocity, making his face more terrifying. Fortunately, the words of the just Saint Mutu, the solemn oath of the court, and the little conscience in the human heart saved him, preventing the devil from becoming more believers in the world. "What's wrong with me?" he said, "if I become the most disdainful kind of person, and become a villain who can abandon all morality in order to vent his anger, then what Follain Friel has pursued and believed is regarded as the most immortal truth in the world, isn't it a joke." He advised himself to be calm and not to be reduced to a sinner who can only murder and destroy. Fulan began to be silent again. He sat on the third floor in extraordinary silence and watched the master's busy experiment. The potion and Magic have no effect, only the traces of the sutures on the body can be diluted, so that the eyes are no longer red, and the two arms are barely pulled to the same size. He is just from the shape of the hell devil to the ugly deformed child with scars, which makes ordinary people feel disgusted rather than afraid. Master William tried his best to find a way, and finally he got inspiration from Druid's skills. Since it can change from human to beast, it is not difficult to change from beast to human. The mage gave blood. He plans to use the collected magic materials and decades of alchemy experience to create a ring. After thirty times of alternation of the sun and the moon, the highest masterpiece was born in the alchemy career of the master. The ring is very light. It is hinged by three spiral metal wires. Touch by hand, the whole surface is pockmarked and uneven. If you can magnify the ring ten times, you can see clearly that those spots that cannot be recognized by the naked eye are all complex arrays of seal cutting. But from a secular perspective, it's not gold, it's not silver, it's not even a diamond ring, it's so poor that only the rural people can wear it. The master was very haggard, and his eyes were deeply sunk. It was as if he had lost a few liang of flesh in his originally thin body. He wiped his sweat and said to Fulan, "for the first time, I tried to combine the three arrays into a powerful large array. You can try it on." The ring is tightly worn on Fulan's index finger, with small sharp teeth sticking out from the inside. Fulan felt a sharp pain in his fingers, like thousands of meat eating ants, swallowing flesh and bone marrow. He was black in front of his eyes, shaking a few times, barely falling. Then, a sense of flesh and blood connection with the ring came to my heart, as if it was like a nail, and it was a part of the fingers born. "If you are a wizard, you don't have to worry about it. You can control it by magic." the wizard said, "connecting with the body can let ordinary people use it by their ideas. The disadvantage is that every time you take it off or put it on again, it will cause pain." Fulan stroked the ring, "it can make me recover?" "Deformation, it can make you become human!" the master shouted, "of course, it can't change its appearance at will. The magic ring that can achieve that effect can only be created by a legendary alchemist. You must portray an image in your mind to let the ring remember. You have to choose carefully. There is only one chance. Handsome young people, old people, and even beautiful people. The appearance and body you choose will never change. Also, please forgive me for my low power. This ring can only last seventy-two hours of transformation, and then rely on the automatic operation of the array to supplement energy. The whole process takes 7 days, that is to say, you can use it every week. " Speaking of this, the mage's face is a little red. He thinks that the ring with many restrictions is really useless. "Thank you." Fulan said sincerely, "in front of this selfless friendship and love, I can only be grateful." What kind of image should I choose? It's obviously not suitable to change it into the original one. That will make the enemy alert immediately when he sees himself. Ordinary people with ordinary looks? Or an old man without a sense of vigilance? Fulan thought, until he saw the perfect body like a son of God in the waterway, "it's really boring to deliberately beautify yourself, but I have to admit that sometimes it's helpful to be handsome and do something." The master prepared some gems. In his eyes, they are just ordinary materials, but in the shops in the city, each one can sell for a good price. "Wealth, power, wisdom, force, want to revenge, these are essential, a little money, so that you don't start to struggle from nothing." the mage put the small pocket into Fulan's hands, he hesitated for a moment, and continued to say, "in the face of the suffering of friends, everyone who values friendship should spare no effort to help, but, as the mage who regards magic experiment and exploration as the only fun, if involved in this fight, I will never be able to settle down in the second half of my life..." "William, my friend and mentor." Fulan put his hand to his chest, "swear by his conscience, you have helped me too much. In the name of a friend, let your best friend lose his peaceful life and stay with danger. Only the most selfish villain will do such a thing." It's time to break up. Fulan chose to set out at dusk. He was carrying a few clothes and trousers to go to Fedu first and go to the cemetery to remember his deceased family members. The master told him that in the patrol hall, his family had been listed in the death file. Inspector Lime privately funded a small tomb in the cemetery of the old district. He and Anmei, because they couldn't find the body, replaced it with clothes. "I can live, and the little wildcat will be OK." Fulan thought, "I'll always find her." "Fleur." the mage said, "I'd like to finally advise you not to be too kind. In front of the black heart, conscience can only be a shackle to the body. To revenge, you have to be more mean than them. Otherwise, the murderers will cheer for another shameless victory." Deformed children light smile, "in the not too long career of prosecutors, I have seen many people who are mad for revenge. Those lunatics in order to revenge the suffering they have suffered, but committed more heinous crimes." He said firmly, "what I want to do is not revenge without reason, but the most just trial under the sun." The second volume the feast of greed