Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Are you going to revive her?"

"The "nuclear refining" is in the hands of a deceased person named Yase Xiansheng, and his wreckage will soon send that thing to me, don't worry. "

Rope inlaid the frescoes into the walls of the hotel.

"Before that, this thing is kept with you."

"I'm honored to do this for Majin-sama, and I'm also very aware of the abilities of the great alchemist who has completed "Eternal Life". "

At this moment, a magic force that was enough to make the vampires of the old generation fear, rose from somewhere in the Itogami Island Education Zone.

In the dark night, the light shines through the sky.

Like dazzling and beautiful fireworks.

"The witch has begun."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jia Da laughed.

"From today onwards, the body of "Blazing Night" has completely become a thing of the past, and the fourth primogenitor has revived as Aurora..."

"That month really pulled Aurora from her sleep... That child's expression must be reluctant now."

Since having a school, Aurora's routine has been very standard.

It was as if he was deliberately trying to keep up with the rest of his classmates.

"Would you like to come and see?"

"No, it can be done that month. Aurora has to go to school tomorrow, and after absorbing it, [-]% will go back to bed and sleep."

Rope sat back on the sofa.

At some point, the two vampire women had already left the room of the Third Primogenitor.

"So, that means you're staying tonight?"

"That's it."

"Whoosh..."

With a smile as sweet as candy, Jiada walked towards Rope.

"A little reminder, Lord Rope. My appearance change ability can perfectly mimic all age groups, ten years old, fourteen years old, eighteen years old, twenty-three years old... Tonight, which look do you want from me? "

The black-haired youth thought for a moment and said seriously.

"Come all over again."

The forty-eighth chapter script "The King in Yellow", a feaster in the near future

Early in the morning, Rope wakes from a symbolic light sleep, the scent of floral dew in the air.

On his side lay the Third Primogenitor with half of his smooth shoulders exposed, his expression a little tired, and the messy sheets silently told the madness of last night.

The black-haired youth didn't wake Jiada directly. After getting dressed, he went directly to the reception room in the compartment of the suite and sat down behind the long table.

A cup of coffee appeared out of nowhere.

Rope tasted it and put the manuscript of the novel he carried with him on the table, intending to start today's work.

"Can you have a drink for me too? Lord Rope."

"So you're awake."

"You must have underestimated the true ancestor's five senses. The moment you woke up, I had regained my mobility."

Jia Da, who was wearing a white shirt, walked from the door to Rope and sat down, scanning his manuscript out of the corner of her eyes.

"This manuscript... seems to be different from what you usually write."

If what Rope usually writes is just some spooky fantasy stories, then what he writes at this moment is like a real man-devourer, exuding ominous power and an aggressive sense of threat.

Words twist like snakes, leaving the air in a state of corruption.

But it also reveals a strange opera-like rhythm.

"Well. In your words, it is a magic book with power, something that cannot be easily shown."

Rope turned the manuscript to the first page, which had its name on it.

- "The King of Yellow Clothes".

The most unique forbidden code in Cthulhu Mythology.

Because it cannot be called a "book" in the strict sense.

"The King in Yellow Clothes" is a script for a stage play, telling the psychedelic dreams of Hastur, the king of Khalihu and the lord of the deep space star sea, in a distant country.The whole play is divided into two acts. The first act is relatively mild. When the second act appears, Hastana's indescribable body and crazy thinking will gradually appear in the minds of the audience.

But putting these aside, within the scope of "knowledge", "The King in Yellow Clothes" is also of considerable value, enough to make the average occultist frenzy.

""The King of Yellow Clothes"..."

Jiada frowned.

"I remember that in the chronicle you gave, this is the symbol of a certain evil god."

"Hasta."