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He was completely mesmerized by the lovely Princess of Millennium City and could hardly hear anything else.

Facing such a lovely Elquet?

How could I possibly have the mood to pay attention to other things?!

No! Absolutely not!

"That's exactly what I taught you..."

Moran paused and spoke.

These words made Elquet feel lonely and dazed.

But the next second, Moran said as if the situation had taken a sudden turn:

"...However, what I taught you is the knowledge of vampires. I never intended for you to become a vampire.

Because, what I need is Elquet, not a vampire who doesn't even know how to kiss."

“………Hmm!?”

Elquet couldn't help but look away reflexively, aware of the loud ringing in his chest.

Even if I wanted to calm down, I couldn't.

It's like gradually sinking into a swamp.

The girl's heart has been completely melted by Moran, and the world in her eyes is filled with a man.

The loneliness gradually dissipated.

In the end, she was just incredibly happy and blessed.

He gave Moran, who was holding him, an innocent smile.

If it weren't for the important matters at hand.

Presumably, Moran will definitely maintain this atmosphere.

And Elquet further immersed himself in it.

"...Do you really have to leave?"

There was attachment in Elquet's beautiful eyes.

Even in this fake world, she wanted to spend more time with Moran.

"Well, you know this is a fake world. If even we were immersed in it, it would just be a fake stage.

I want to bring a stage that is even more exciting and challenging than this. Besides, there are others waiting for me... My brief absence is for a more wonderful encounter."

Moran caressed Arquette's face.

His gaze also looked towards the city.

At this point, even Elquet could understand that immersing herself in a false world was not a good thing.

One day the dream will end.

But if this dream becomes reality, it is possible to make it continue.

"As long as, once this barrier is broken, that will be the time for us to meet again, right?"

"Yes, it is like that."

"I understand!"

Elquet rarely got upset.

But acknowledged it.

This was somewhat novel to Moran, but he didn't think too much about it.

However, he would never have thought of it.

Elquet agreed with the real idea behind this matter.

——The core of the barrier is the Pale Knight

——As long as it is resolved, the barrier can be lifted, allowing Moran and I to meet sooner.

——Hehe, let’s decide to do this~!

The Star's Darling, who had no intention of becoming an enemy of the Pale Knight, had a sudden and accidental encounter.

She successfully changed her mind about the trip.

I have to say that the reunion with Moran was a completely unexpected event that no one could have expected.

At the same time, she also realized one thing.

That Xier who looked like a model student was not the first person Moran met.

The one who will meet Moran sooner is Elquet~!

When he thought of this, Elquet couldn't help but smile joyfully, and his steps became lighter.

Now, Snowfield, the meat factory.

Inside the freezer, Bazdilot, who is in the center, plays the piano.

This red and white world of lean meat and fat is eroded by the black of the pitch-black piano, a foreign object placed in the center.

——Gavarosa Cottiglio.

The news of the chief's death reached Bazdilot's ears.

The mournful requiem echoed throughout the factory.

The subordinates following Bazdilot could not get close, nor could they get any information from their boss.

Bazdilot wasn't in a condition to talk right now.

His face was as usual, expressionless as a machine, and full of murderous intent.

However, his reaction was completely opposite - the huge freezer had turned into a red and black hell.

ps: My flight was delayed and I had a lot of things to do, it was not easy to go home.

I was busy with various things, spent half a day out with my family, and then stayed up all night in the hotel to write despite feeling sleepy. It was so hard.

Chapter 645: The Requiem Played by the Evil Ghost [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly pass!]

The freezer was covered in thick, foul black mud.

Frozen meat was also corroded and burnt.

The subordinates were terrified by Bazdilot's reaction, and many of them fell to the ground in fear.

Being able to play such a beautiful melody while causing a catastrophe-like loss of control of magic, and having all this happen and end only inside the freezer, shows its "rational abnormality".

They feel terrible from the bottom of their hearts.

He was terrified of his boss, Bazdilote Cotilio.

"I'm a bit surprised... I see you've learned to play music."

The only one who can speak in this situation.

There are only those whose bodies are also infected by the black mud and who are also evil revengers.

"To adjust my spirit, I once practiced... Mr. Cotillion happened to hear me playing it once and he liked it very much.

I made a promise with him...when this moment comes, I will play a requiem for him."

Bazdilot tells the reason why he plays the piano.

No one would have thought of it.

This suited thug who could transform tens of thousands of lives into magic crystals actually played the piano upon hearing the news of his leader's death.

Moreover, the piece played was Requiem.

You know, Bazdilot once faced the danger of his internal organs being corroded and his lover's head being twisted off in front of him.

He didn't even frown.

This matter was circulated among the old cadres of the Cotillio family, and therefore, no one dared to underestimate Bazdilot.

It can harbor the evil of this world in the human body.

It can be said that he is just like Alcides today, a demon in human skin.

——He was beaten to the point of death by the agent of the Holy Church, and was also crushed and defeated by the British magician Lion Jie.

His record of battles is innumerable, both victories and defeats.

But no matter what, Bazdilot survived in the end.

He is by no means an ordinary person.

"Your body seems to have recovered. You looked seriously injured last night."

"It's all right. Although after all that damage, and being pursued by the Amazon Queen, it's a bit tricky."

Alcides still remembered Hippolyta's fierce blow.

If he hadn't known Hippolyta and her love for Moran, he might have lost his fourth life.

Tactically, Alcides was despicable.

Trampling on the friendship between the two friends during their lifetime.

Just to give yourself a greater chance of winning.

However, the result is quite good. Alcides is currently one of the few "survivors" on that battlefield.

Most people were caught in the black fog.

"Answer me, how many days can you hold on?"

"I can still remain rational for about three or four days."

Alcides answered simply.

Bazdelot saw the raging poison within him, and the burden of devouring the Sword of Peril.

The spiritual base is like a cup of water.

The Servant is the liquid inside.

Alcides, under the influence of the poison, plundered Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm, the Spiritual Base.

Two heavy burdens, two approaches at the same time.

It would be a miracle if an ordinary water cup did not collapse under the pressure of a full bucket of water.

While enduring this inhuman torture, Alcides remained sane and chatted with Bazdilot.

It is unimaginable how strong his spirit is.

Just the venom of the Hydra.

Gilgamesh was already sweating profusely, but he was still able to remain calm like this...

"Is that so? That would eliminate our advantage over those imposters... No, considering that even if your sanity is devoured by madness, you won't be destroyed, it's still in our favor for now."

Bazdelotte nodded calmly.

He accepted the matter as a routine procedure and considered it from another perspective.

Even if Alcides loses his mind.

Bazdilot can also be used as a Berserker, driving Alcides to attack others.

It's just that there are some restrictions on movement.

There is no need for empathy between the master and the slave.

From the very beginning, the two of them were in a relationship of mutual exploitation, and there was no sympathy at all.

".....The mud has the upper hand now. However, this poison is a symbol of my death. Through my friend's intervention, I fear no one can cure it. Although it is not eroding the spirit's body, the poison is slowly but surely attacking the roots of my spirit."

There was a solemn look in Alcides's eyes.

In this chaotic battle, his biggest fall was being stabbed by the Hydra dagger.