A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Why do I keep encountering things that he can't understand today?

Just like that cat, so too is this lowly person.

“Dyman…” She realized this was not a hallucination.

"Just run!" Diman grabbed Kasim's hand as he saw Kasim trying to raise it.

Despite having little combat experience, Qasim was completely overwhelmed by a mere artist.

Angelia hesitated for only a few seconds before running towards the back path.

"What's the use of running?" Several illusions identical to Qasim blocked Angelia's retreat.

"Hahaha, I almost forgot I could do this too." Kasim's true form tossed Diman aside and burst into wild laughter, which, with its echoing sound, was rather eerie.

In fact, Qasim knows many spells, but he is basically not good at adapting to changing situations.

It was fortunate that he remembered he could create illusions, otherwise Angelia would have already run away.

Of course, there was no point in Angelia running away; Qasim knew she couldn't leave the old house.

Nevertheless, Qasim did not want to waste too much time.

Next time, Qasim might not be able to guarantee that he can accurately guess where the other party is hiding.

"You obstructive lowly commoner!" After keeping Angelia with him, Kasim glared fiercely at Diman and snapped his fingers.

He cast a spell on Dimanmer.

Diman's pupils lost their luster, and for some reason, he started choking himself.

"Stop!" Angelia shouted.

"Don't worry, my dear daughter." After casting a spell on Diman, Qasim looked at Angelia.

The wall of people formed by her own illusions was not something a young lady like Angelia could easily break through.

Kasim raised his hand and cast a spell in front of Angelia.

Unfortunately, Angelia had no means to resist, and her eyes soon lost their light, just like Diman's.

Illusion, of course, cannot directly control people's minds, but it can induce them to do specific things by making them "see" specific things.

Angelia took out a key from her person and held it in her hand.

Qasim walked up to Angelia and took the key.

When the key was taken from Angelia's hand, her eyes suddenly cleared.

"Give it back to me!"

“My dear daughter, can you not say such naive things?” Kasim shook his head, fiddling with the key in his hand.

Although Kasim was surprised that he woke up so quickly, that was all.

"I didn't expect you to have the key with you, it saved me a lot of time."

Keeping your keys close to your body is certainly a way of showing respect for them.

Hiding it somewhere else is also a good option.

It's just that Qasim prefers the former.

“My wife, I’m coming to see you now,” Qasim said in a strange tone, holding the keys.

That was definitely not the tone of someone going to see their beloved wife; it was a much more sinister and sinister tone.

"Deman, wake up!" Seeing that she couldn't get the key back after it was taken away, Angelia ran to Diman's side and woke him up.

However, after shouting several times, Diman did not wake up from the hallucination.

So Angelia chose to slap him awake.

"Slap!" The slap was very effective, and it actually woke Diman up.

"Heh...you really care." Kasim had no interest in what Angelia was doing; having the key was enough for him.

Anyway, Angelia can't leave the mother's body no matter what, so it doesn't matter if she's dealt with last.

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Outside the old house, Bray walked along, stepping on withered thorns.

However, it must be said that these large plant corpses greatly affect walking.

It took him about twenty minutes to walk the last part of the road, during which he climbed over many small hills made up of dead thorns.

"..." But he quickly stopped, because he saw 112 lying in a pool of blood.

Upon seeing this, Bray instinctively frowned and ran towards 112.

After crouching down and checking him over, he was relieved to confirm that 112 was not dead.

"It's you...?" 112 suddenly made a move, grabbing Bray's sleeve tightly.

“Yes, it’s me.” Bray raised an eyebrow, but answered the other party quite readily.

Inside the dark room.

“My dear daughter, it seems you care about this man quite a bit.” After receiving the key, Qasim no longer showed the anxiety he had before, and began to look at Angelia and Diman with great interest.

"In that case, you might as well stay here."

"What else do you want to do to Mother?!" Angelia's face darkened, devoid of her former composure and dignity.

All she feels now is anger, anger, and more anger.

"Don't you think you've tormented your mother enough?"

"Torture? What are you talking about, Angelia?" Kasim's skeletal face showed confusion.

"I have granted your mother immortality," Qasim declared righteously.

"This is something I've always dreamed of."

"You're actually saying I tortured her?"

“…” Angelia couldn’t believe that the person in front of her would say such a thing.

Angelia didn't have much contact with her father, and although she knew how awful he was, she never imagined he could be so despicable.

More than a hundred years have passed, and she has finally realized that her father was just a devil in human skin.

The moral framework was simply not in his mind.

"But from what you've said, my wife is still alive and well."

"That's wonderful. As long as she's still alive, I can continue to explore the secret of immortality."

"People always have pursuits, but little do they know that immortality is the most precious thing."

If people could live forever, their remaining desires would naturally have a chance to be satisfied.

He and Gurid agreed on this point, though he probably couldn't find Gurid to discuss this "great" topic.

"As long as your mother is alive, this road will always be open to me."

“She would be very willing to dedicate herself to fulfilling my long-cherished wish,” Qasim said to himself.

“Mother will never grant you your wish!” Angelia shouted.

“My daughter, there’s no point in us arguing here.” Qasim’s body swayed in the wind.

"You continue to take care of the man you value, while I go to find your mother."

If Angelia hadn't been so unreasonable, Qasim wouldn't have planned to do anything.

No matter what, Angelia is related to him by blood.

Wait a minute... blood relation?

"So that's how it is! I see!" A hypothesis flashed through Qasim's mind, and he was overjoyed.

"No wonder I can't do it, no wonder only you can."

Qasim was not aware of the blood relationship at the time.

He and his wife were not related by blood; only Angelia and his wife were closely related by blood.

“I’ve found a crucial clue.” Kasim’s deeply sunken eyes darted up and down across the skull’s face.

“Angelia, my dear daughter, it seems I can’t let you stay with this man any longer. I need you to come with me.”

As Qasim slowly approached Angelia, he changed his mind; he decided to take her to the basement.

There he could conduct a few small experiments to verify his hypothesis.

"Bang!" At that moment, Diman sprang up from the ground, picked up a cup, and smashed it hard against Qasim.

Qasim was knocked back a bit by the impact, but seemed to be unharmed.

"It's you again... It seems you really want to die in this illusion." Qasim said angrily, clutching his forehead.

“It doesn’t matter…” Diman murmured as he lunged at Qasim.

Then, as Qasim was tackled, he saw Angelia running away.

But what good is running away? Angelia will never leave this old house.

This man is wasting his time.

Of course, despite it being a futile effort, it still enraged Qasim.

Although this ghost's body was weak, it was still better than the frail Diman.

Kasim grabbed Diman's clothes, threw him aside, and straightened his own collar.

This is the only decent place Qasim has left since his resurrection—a tattered black nobleman's coat.

“No one will wake you this time,” Qasim said coldly, snapping his fingers.

Diman collapsed to the ground, struggling inexplicably as if he were in great pain.

Qasim made the other side "drown".

“Diman…” Angelia turned her head and saw Diman’s miserable state, but she did not stop.

Really... the hero saving the damsel in distress doesn't suit him, because there's nothing about Diman that connects him to the word "hero."

Besides, if you die, even if "Beauty" survives, you won't be able to stay by her side.

You won't get her love either.

But Angela was even less likely to let his efforts go to waste; she would at least keep them hidden.

Maybe, just maybe, someone will come here and help them.

Heaven seemed to have heard the prayers.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!" A strange, loud noise echoed through the old house, like the sound of a wall collapsing.

Then a cold light shot straight in from a distance.

It was a jet-black, yet exceptionally dazzling, sword light.

Why is it that something black can be so dazzling? Who knows? But that shooting star-like "line" gave Angelia that feeling.

"What..." Kasim didn't even finish his sentence before he was sent flying by a sword.

The man wielding the sword let out a heavy breath, standing in the dark room, still not having finished his attack.

Without a doubt, this person is Blakeras.

As for how he got there? Of course, he directly used the "Eighteen Styles" technique "One Strike" in the direction 112 was pointing.

Drive through all obstacles in your way and get here as fast as you can.

Generally speaking, Bray wouldn't choose to vandalize someone else's house like this; he did it entirely because of a conversation with 112.

"It's you, isn't it, the one who got lost?"

"—I won't be able to act as the young lady's bodyguard this time..."

"Be my young lady's bodyguard, just this once."

"Consider it repayment for taking you in that day," 112 said in an extremely weak voice. Although he wasn't seriously injured at the time, he could feel 112's life force rapidly fading away.

"What do you want me to do?" Bray asked directly, without beating around the bush.