Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"Don't just die like this, bastard."

At that moment, he snatched the umbrella from his hand and pushed himself out - in the direction he came from.

"Run."

"But......"

"Amadeus, do you believe me?" Allen looked at Andusias who was standing still, as if he had only eyes for him, and spoke quietly to the musician.

“I believe it.”

"Then run as far away as possible, and I will try to drag it."

"What about you? Do you want to..."

"—I will be back."

The heavy rain, like a flood, fell silent during the conversation, and Amadeus looked at Allen. The outline of his face was particularly clear in the dim night, and every edge and every angle seemed to have been carefully polished, exquisite and perfect.

It's like a work of art.

"So don't let me die."

"Don't worry, I will." Alan's mouth corners curved up, and even the musicians were surprised that he could still laugh.

Amadeus took one last look at Andusias, which stood there, seemingly unmoved.

He ran away, ran away like a lost dog, but no one would say that about him.

"A wise choice. I might consider giving you a suspended death sentence."

This was the first time it spoke, and it was not difficult to hear the happiness in its voice. Perhaps this guy's only target was him from the beginning to the end.

"That sounds good. Can you tell me the story between you and him? Andusias."

Alan looked at the unicorn in front of him. It blended seamlessly into the night in the rain. If it weren't for the golden eyes opened on its neck, Alan himself probably wouldn't have been able to detect its "existence" here.

"Sorry, no comment."

"Tsk." He got himself into trouble.

"We have seen it before," it said. "But you probably don't have any impression of it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you were a little white mouse at that time." It said this, and after being afraid that Alan would not understand, it continued to add: "Do you remember how you regained your right hand after losing it on the same rainy night?"

When Andusias said this, Alan knew what time it was.

"The one who plays the piano?"

"Exactly."

"I should have thought of that." He looked annoyed. "So why did you do that?"

"Because of Amadeus, because I love him."

How did this become emotional counseling?

It talked to itself, like an old man who had watched his grandchildren grow up and was telling the story of his most proud descendant.

"Do you know how the child died in the end?"

"Many, such as vitamin deficiency, trichinosis, head injuries, and most outrageously, the Salieri murder."

“They are all there, but they are not the main reasons.”

The wind was blowing, raindrops were flying, and hitting each other at a rapid speed. The sound mixed in the wind made people feel a little uneasy. Andusias lowered his proud head, ignored everything around him, and fell into deep memories.

In 1791, Amadeus went to Prague to perform his opera "The Clemency of Titus", and all the mysterious stories began from here.

One night before leaving for Prague, a messenger visited Amadeus's home. He asked Amadeus to compose a Requiem for an anonymous client and paid half of the fee in advance. The messenger was wearing a black cloak, which made him feel inexplicably disgusted. After he returned to Vienna at the end of August, the messenger appeared again to urge Amadeus to hand in the manuscript.

The musician was in very bad health at the time. Sick people are prone to have a sense of fatalism or strange ideas that many healthy people do not understand. Amadeus had an ominous premonition that the man in black was the messenger from the underworld who was claiming his life, and that "Requiem" would be his last work before his death.

"This is what I told the world," said Andusias.

"Why is it so?"

“He is my proudest child.”

Alan felt very fortunate at this moment. Just imagine what it feels like to have a pillar following you in the first chapter of the game.

Fortunately, this didn't happen.

"Can I know the truth?"

"As long as you helped him gain wealth, it's okay."

Even Andusias himself didn't notice that it talked a lot today.

"That man in black can barely be considered my colleague. You should have heard of his name."

"Vassago (No.3—Vassago)."

In this way, the whole context of the matter has been sorted out.

"This is really an act of revenge." He stood in the rain holding an umbrella, thinking about revenge, but felt that he could not win, so he chose to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze.

can.

"In fact, Amadeus should have died when he was only 7 years old. It was me who kept him alive until now."

"But that Vassago......!!! He actually!!!"

Allen probably knew why he and Amadeus were dragged into this, and they were really affected.

A beam of light shone into the room, revealing the filthiness inside, and the light became sinful.

"I understand, but I don't want to get involved in your problems right now." Alan only wanted to do one thing now.

"I want to go back. There are people I cherish waiting for me there."

"Excuse me for rejecting you. As the agent of the Demon Pillar, the path you should choose is to go to the so-called Chaldeas as a savior when your whole team is almost wiped out. This is more in line with..."

Gunshots rang out in the rainy night.

Alan fired, aiming at the horn of Andusias, a presence that was difficult to discern in the darkness, and judging by the reaction of those glowing eyes, he achieved a result that satisfied him.

"Is this something that Vassago tailored for you? I heard from the lion that it looks pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"In that case, let me show you what it means to try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm."

It speaks the villain's lines in the most ordinary tone

And words against one's will.

PS1: Well, I played Ark for a whole day on the 29th.

PS2: I announce that I am now solely supporting Sister Xing!

PS3: Go to bed. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow. Of course, it’s not pneumonia.

Chapter 175 Free Fall

The rain stopped after twelve o'clock.

Amadeus's clothes were dripping with water.

The night sky above was mottled, with the moon occasionally peeking out from between gaps in the clouds.

The police came out again to maintain order, which was not good news for him. It symbolized an increase in the flow of people and also meant that the speed would slow down.

So he chose to jump off the guardrail and continue walking along the riverside walkway. The road surface wet by the rain reflected the light of the street lamps, shining like a mirror.

——He found a human figure there, or to be more precise, he found a spear.

Amadeus bent his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

"You mean, he asked you to come and tell me this alone?"

Scathach acted as if it was a matter of course, as if she was used to it.

"Well, he must be dead now. Let's prepare ourselves. After all, tomorrow is July 7st. And Andusias..."

She was more concerned about the information Amadeus brought than Allen's life. This reaction made him angry, and the musician asked:

"You're just going to put him in that situation? You can't possibly not know how dangerous it is!"

"Yes, but so what? Let me ask you, what did he say to you before we parted?"

What did Alan say at that time?

"He said, I will come back..." Under Scathach's gaze, his voice gradually became softer and finally became silent.

"But he didn't say how he was going to get back."

What a sinister and cunning guy.

"After he said those words, he would never come back." Scathach sighed.

He was truly a human being, and she felt sorry for her previous assumptions about his behavior.

"So now we are..."

"Go back, after all, you are still a father and a husband."

I got the most important identity and knew the way to break the impasse, and the only price I paid was death. The harvest of this night can be described as a bumper harvest.

"I have a question."

"But it doesn't matter."

Amadeus' fists were clenched tightly behind his back, but he appeared calm on the surface.

"What if, I mean what if, he's really dead?"

"No, he's not going to die. That argument doesn't hold water in the first place."

"why?"

"According to his own words, he will return like lightning."

That guy has probably told me about this experience eleven times. How do you want me to pay you back? What on earth are you trying to achieve?

go home?

That was the sound of a knife cutting through the air.

"--Huh?"

A thousand times faster than Alan could notice, he felt a sudden warmth on his outstretched wrist, and Alan jumped back instantly.

Something warm trickled down his wrist. The pain was so sharp, so different from the pain he usually felt, that he was instantly unable to comprehend the current situation. He didn't even have time to think. The pain completely paralyzed his sense of pain.

The black unicorn began to move in the night.

Alan's consciousness was not completely confused yet. Thanks to these reincarnations, he now had sufficient experience in this regard. So he retreated calmly as always, intending to fight and retreat.

——Don’t even think about it.

You can't escape.

The moment he stepped back, it had already rushed in front of him. The speed was equivalent to the difference between humans and beasts. Alan heard the rustling sound of his feet.

The rain was mixed with something red, and his blood flowed all over the stone path.

By the time he saw these and realized this, he had already fallen backwards because he was unable to stand. At that moment, a few words flashed through his mind.

"Oh, this is going to be rough."

His back hit the stone road hard, causing him to feel pain and gasp for breath.

Andusias had changed from pure black to pure silver white. The difference from that one was that now it only had a pair of eyes. It stood above the fallen Alan, as if it was ready for everything.

Andusias stabbed Alan's throat with the sharp horns on his head, and Alan looked up at the scene, where there was a golden and spiral horn, and there was no emotion in his golden pupils.

Only enlightenment.

The unicorn's horn touched Alan's throat.

It had no expression, but what Alan saw was a white mask-like smiling face that looked terrifying, yet compassionate.

"Anything else you want to say? Alexander Allen."