The Riddler Get Out of Terra

As Syracuse gradually unifies, an overwhelming pursuit will undoubtedly come to the betrayers. Unfortunately, the only one who dares to betray me is you, Lapland.

You have only two choices, either, return to Yanan and be my rumored mistress, the nun. But if you come back, the remaining identity is only a nun. The Sicilian killer and the princess of the Saluzzo family are just trivial titles.

Either, leave Yharnam, leave Sicily, leave Syracuse, you will never be recognized by the land of Rupert, and you will never be one of us. You will be Rupert without a hometown and a past, blood source The irrepressible emptiness it brings will forever echo in your blood. You will frantically try to return to the wolves, but I will never allow you to return.

Likewise, everything you have left in Yanan will be buried, and the last traces of you in Yanan will only appear in your mind, and there will no longer be any proof of your existence in reality.

Now, take your pick. "

The white wolf of Syracuse was silent.

The moonlight is as winding as a hook, and the moonlight is as cruel as a knife. The white light falling on the messy dust does not have the beautiful and noisy feeling at noon. All that is left for her is the cold statement of the macaron and the words that are a hundred times colder than the statement. Multiple choice questions.

Even though he was only less than ten kilometers away, Yanan kept yearning to return from the depths of his blood. He fled in utter embarrassment from the hometown of Ruper's soul, the eternal home, and still forcibly twisted his mind to go to that place. Lying down on the macaron like a nun and fawning over her?

What should I choose?

The white wolf named Lapland resolutely turned around and left Yanan, the city of miracles where he had lived for several months, to work in the dormancy of the nun where she knew nothing.

A decision unique to Lapland was made.

Bann, who was in a black suit and was the leader of the first group of voters who came to Yharnam in the past, stared at Lapland, who would never return to Yharnam, with his blood-red eyes in dark sunglasses. Behind him, there was a group of the same people. The cold guards, in front of the Wolf Knight, who was a priest with a disciplinary creed and had great intimidation and authority, the traitor Lapland left in embarrassment.

Unless the Wolf King Macaron agrees, Syracuse will no longer be able to accommodate Bloodborne Sister Lapland in the future.

"..."

Lapland opened her mouth, and the discomfort of losing everything dug a hollow and dry well in her heart. The hollow wind in the well was mixed with the smell of blood. It was ethereal and formless, and it just kept exuding the sadness of leaving the wolf pack and having nothing.

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The nun stopped again, and a cruel slap spread far across the empty land. Lapland was also dizzy due to mental synchronization. The nun slapped herself with all her strength without any hesitation!

"waste."

The cold tone of the gentle and charming nun who served macarons in the past was more intimidating than Lapland's voice that pretended to be crazy and seemed elegant but could easily hear the danger of unstable compounds. She slapped herself and whispered. He walked towards Yanan step by step, and the sounds of violent physical collisions were heard one after another.

Bones are dislocated, muscles are torn, skin is torn...

Cruel punishment accompanied by dizziness and weakness repeatedly tortured Lapland, and what made her even more frightened was that the nun was indeed walking towards the magical cave of Yanan without hesitation, intending to invalidate all her efforts.

She must not let her do this!

Chapter 49 Go to Longmen ([-])

The nun's slap after slap kept echoing on the empty land of Syracuse. The huge force of the slap on the head made Lapland dizzy.

But she stubbornly gritted her teeth in the depths of her soul and refused to utter any words of begging for mercy.

In punishing Miss White Wolf for making such a despicable and shameless decision while she was sleeping, the nun betrayed the priest who gave them strength and life, leaving Mr. Macaron heartbroken.

Lapland would never recognize the personality of the nun who was inspired by macarons, and she would never let the other party put shackles on the free white wolf on the grounds of sharing the same body.

The stalemate between the two lasted for a long time. The nun could not tolerate Lapland's sudden betrayal, while Lapland could not accept the fact that the other party would imprison him again and enter a prison door that would never see the light of day.

Until the sound of Macaron continued to ring in my ears:

"What are you doing?"

He ignored Lapland's stubborn cry deep in his heart and asked the nun questions as a matter of course. His tone was incredible, as if he couldn't understand why the nun wanted to punish herself.

'Isn't this what you bastard want to see happen? '

Lapland cursed Macaron viciously in his heart.

After being expelled from Yanan, the residence of God, by Father Yanan, even though he was inexplicably afraid of the priest, the white wolf killer Lapland still dared to indulge in his mouth.

But like many cats, she mocked the priest and tried to anger him. However, once she thought about her own situation and found that she had sadly become a seedbed for the priest's parasite, Lapland fell to the ground and cried incessantly not long ago. It's the real her.

She thought she was free, but the priest's leash was still tightly tied around her neck.

This was a great humiliation and fear, and Lapland had to admit that deep down in her heart, she was extremely afraid of macarons.

"Ah, it's you!"

The nun was surprised and whispered softly to the macaron in her ear. Not long ago, the silent nun who didn't care about the pain and coldly punished Lapland was instantly replaced by a soft and cute girl.

Lapland could sense the joy and joy of this guy. Even though she didn't know where the ability of Macaron to parasitize her came from, and what the terrible end would be for the person being parasitized, she still didn't have any fear at all. Instead, because the priest was there There is joy in your body and soul.

The nun tried her best to suppress the ecstasy deep in her heart, but the corners of her mouth could not stop grinning. Her eyes seemed to be shining, and her white teeth were looming in her red and plump lips. She raised her hands together in front of her chest and prayed to the horse. Caron prays:

"It was only Lapland who tried to escape Yharnam, not me. I pray that I will be returned to your city, that I will be returned to you,"

The nun cried aggrievedly, her eyes filled with tears because of the unfair injustice.

Lapland found that his vision was blurred by tears. Not long ago, the nun who casually sent out mental fluctuations and easily killed a large number of infected beasts was now as fragile as a child crawling around in Sicily.

"The one who is not good is Lapland. Miss Sister has always been good, so don't throw Miss Sister away, okay?"

She was trembling all over because of the fact that she was expelled. Her tough and powerful muscles were obviously strengthened by the blood source and were far beyond Lapland's self-control ability, but she was unable to control her trembling because of the master's huge fear.

"I never said I was abandoning you, Sister."

The sound of the macarons made the nun's eyes widen in surprise, and she continued to pray to the macarons:

"Then you...then you forgive me? I'll be back soon. I've mastered some tips. After I come back, I will try my best to prevent Lapland from waking up so that I can always be with him. By your side.”

hateful!

Lapland tried to contact the body

, but had to admit the cruel fact.

As the blood source continues to be activated, the nun's ability to control the body has greatly increased. If she continues like this, it will be just around the corner to overtake her.

Could he just go back in despair and be suppressed in the depths of his soul by the nun forever?

Lapland thought desperately.

"..."

Macaron didn't speak. A snap of his fingers rang in his ears. Lapland returned to his body and realized an extremely sad fact:

She became a miserable puppet in the hands of the priest and no longer had the right to freedom.

The priest can decide how Lapland will spend his future life with just a snap of his fingers. If he needs it, the nun who gives him everything he wants will take charge of this increasingly beautiful and mature body for Lapland. He will use these few months to learn His skills serve him in every possible way.

"It seems that you have realized your situation. Freedom never exists. The moment you meet me, the handle to control you has fallen into my hands."

"Ha ha."

"I have to admit it's a bit mean, but it's not just my problem..."

Macaron suddenly said something meaningful.

"I did cut you up and reconstruct Miss Nun, but I definitely didn't give Miss Nun a personality."

Lapland didn't believe it at all.

"It doesn't matter," the man's helpless tone sounded like a shrug, "I've indeed had enough of the game of dividing others to obtain slaves, Lapland, let's make a bet."

The silhouette of a city suddenly appeared in front of Lapland's eyes. It was obviously night in Syracuse at this time, but the city in front of her was brightly lit.

Different races from different countries live in this city, and Laplander can even see some Ursus vendors selling fish in the market.

There is no doubt that this is a brand new city, completely different from the oppressive and bloody atmosphere of Syracuse. The smiles on people's faces are not the crazy and bloody self-deprecation that they are used to seeing, but are full of expectations and hopes for the future.

This is where?

Macaron did not explain. The scene turned and the city quickly fell from the aerial view. The passage of light and shadow caused the neat buildings to deform.

Unable to adapt to the extreme speed, Lapland couldn't help but blink his eyes, only to find that the scene had shifted to a bar with extremely luxurious and avant-garde decoration. A mixed crowd of drinkers were drinking and drinking. The lively and joyful scene was something that Lapland from Sicily couldn't adapt to. He moved his body and assumed a defensive posture.

Is this what you want me to see?

she asked in her head.

The screen moved, and Luper with black hair and golden eyes appeared in the corner. She was wearing a protective windbreaker designed to be strong and durable. She had an oval face. Compared to the current Lapland, her figure looked barren and thin. Hidden in the loose clothes, black Next to the slim-fitting pants are two long swords inlaid with active source stones.

She has a beautiful face and a cold expression, and her slight anguish is as thin as the wine she sips.

The familiar face made Lapland open his eyes wide.

"Texas..."

She subconsciously called out the name of Luper who was drinking depressedly in the corner of the bar.

Chapter 50 Go to Longmen ([-])

A few years later, Lapland once again saw the evenly matched enemy he had fought with in Sicily.

Texas is still so wary.

People around him were drinking and reveling, drunk in the sleepy atmosphere and the thick wine. The scene was chaotic and lively, but Texas was as cold as ice.

The two swords were still within easy reach, and Lapland could clearly see that at the slightest sign of trouble, the former young master of the Texas family could raise his sword and take action, killing or escaping in a matter of seconds.

This is Texas.

Lapland confirmed in his mind.

"Haven't you always been obsessed with Texas? Now, I found out where Texas is. She is in Longmen, the city of Yanguo. It crosses Kazdare through the channel of my old friend and will arrive there in three days.

Since you can’t recognize yourself because of the past, then go to Longmen and have a look. Some very interesting things are going to happen there. I think meeting Texas and experiencing these things with her will make our future together more enjoyable.

Lapland, the nun never stayed in Yanan because she loved me. She didn’t love the macarons as an individual. She loved something else—and you know nothing about it. "

Macaron whispered in her ear, and he told Lapland nonchalantly:

"Go to Longmen. Aren't you dissatisfied with me and wary of the source of injected blood? Now, go to Longmen. There will be a grand funeral there, a confrontation between the old era and the new era, old ideas and new ones. The collision of ideas is unprecedented.

You made me understand one thing. As a thank you, I will also show you the future I see. Only after experiencing it will you know the significance of Yharnan to Syracuse. "

Lapland said nothing, and she began to leave Syracuse following the priest's guidance.

Yharnam, church.

The candlelight was bright, and Macaron, who had been sitting here, opened his eyes, and Lar, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, placed a new cup of black tea on the table in front of him.

The whole church was silent except for Lar and the priest, who stood and sat quietly without speaking. Lar began to massage Macaron's temples with his warm fingers.

——For Ruper, who grew up in Sicily, allowing others to be so close to his own vitality is only possible for a truly trusted confidant.

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Lal, from now on, as my deputy, you will remove the nuns from the Yanan management sequence and add them to the secret guard force sequence. "

"Yes."

Lal, who looked like he was far away in Longmen Texas, replied, but his hands were massaging Macaron's swollen temples in a leisurely manner. The gentle pressure was quite authentic, making him relax from the constant tension.

"A new era is coming."

Macaron said suddenly.

"New Era?"

"The weak will perish and the strong will unite in a new era. I can already smell blood and fire - it's really disgusting."

"May you be happy."

Lar, who had black hair and blue eyes, suddenly hugged Macaron from behind and quietly breathed in the slightly cold smell of ice and snow around the man.

Although the "Scenery in the Stone" was sealed, everything that had been observed would not disappear. Lapland saw Macaron's arrogance and unruliness in promoting the blood source, but Lar could see the dimness from the radiance that no longer had mercy. ’s scorching sun.

This man is trying to do something important to turn the tide. He sees further than anyone in Syracuse and thinks more than anyone else in Syracuse. However, people can only cheer for his awe-inspiring majesty and cannot see such anxiety and fear. What an urgent and anxious future lies behind his actions.

"My God has the heart of the world, but there is no mercy in the glory. There is only death between the mirror and the winter, and the blood cup kills life. From then on, the nations on the earth used their weapons until history looped around and time became a circle."

Macaron showed a rare melancholy, and the never-ending discussion among the Jolons was over - more than half of the Jolons believed that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Since they are still at a stalemate, let's try fighting each other in different regions.

Victoria, Colombia, Kazdaele, Ursus, Syracuse, Letania, Casimir...

More and more feathers are beginning to place bets. Except for Ursus and Kazdaele, which are confusing and seem to have to be taken action by Jorun himself, different signs have begun to appear in other places.

Is this initial desire to return to my hometown becoming more and more crazy?

Not sure about the macarons.

But there is only one thing he agrees with 100%:

If you want to build a Utopia, it’s impossible without taking action.

Having no knife in hand and having a knife but not using it are completely different things.