A burst of intense flash suddenly erupted outside the window, mixed with the power of the bud of spring and the desolation of winter.
Sean and his party rushed to the window and saw that the spiritual world that Talo had hastily created collapsed, and everyone including the owner of the spiritual world escaped from it——
Two Jack-level explorers died. Their deaths were extremely miserable, as if too many springs and seeds had sprouted and bloomed on them. Their bodies were completely covered by blooming plants, and their original shapes could no longer be seen.
Taro seemed hurt. The divine light on her body became very dim, and she half-knelt on the ground trying to breathe evenly.
Bill, and the remaining six explorers, were obviously exhausted——
They seemed to only stay in the "Kingdom of Spring" for about five minutes, but the time flow rate in the spiritual world was different. Perhaps, they fought fiercely in it for more than half an hour.
At this time, Bill looked a little strange - his expensive and elegant silk suit jacket was gone, and his shirt was full of blood and sweat stains. Under the shirt, something was beating in his chest, exuding an odor that seemed not to belong to this world. color...
At this time, Bill and his party need to recover, and Taro also has her own plans. They couldn't continue fighting and could only face each other like this.
"I didn't expect it..." Bill smiled bitterly, clenching his white teeth, "Tarot, we have established a 'Witch Hunting Club' for you...
"Every member of this witch hunting guild has learned your tricks before...
"I've seen how you steal the good fortune of those poor people!
"Isn't this world fair enough? Haven't those poor people been exploited enough? Not only their wealth and life, but also their luck must be handed over to those big bosses?!"
Sean and his party hid behind the window sill, shrouded in the curtain of moonlight, so no one could detect their presence.
"Stealing good luck?" Sean frowned, briefly describing in his mind the grudges between Tarot and the "Witch Hunting Society" including Bill——
Unlike Peter Pan, Talot is obviously not a "spiritual" god. She specializes in the use of "divine power".
In ancient legends, the goddess of spring awakens all things with life after winter, which symbolizes decline and dormancy of all things.
But to achieve such an effect, it is not to use her own divine power to bring vitality and make all things sprout. To be more precise, what the Goddess of Spring does is "distribution".
With the power of "Creation Genor", Sean knows that the "vitality" and "decay" produced by this world are quantitative but chaotic. Those gods who were in charge of the change of seasons can do what they can. , is to distribute "vitality"...
In this era when the power of the "Voyage of the Gods" is declining, the so-called goddess of spring can no longer be in charge of the change of seasons in a country as before.
However, the regular power of "distribution" is still there.
If used carefully, Talo can use her rare divine power to achieve unimaginable deprivation and distribution.
Specifically, it is aimed at people's "luck" in their life journey.
How is the ups and downs, ups and downs of a person's life similar to the changes in the four seasons? When someone perseveres through the cold winter of life and welcomes a turn for the better, isn't it just like the world welcomes the warmth of spring?
In short, the metaphors in literature secretly reveal the secret - life also has spring, summer, autumn and winter...
And it was in the midst of this that Talo, the goddess of spring, intervened.
If Sean guessed correctly, it was Taro who single-handedly caused Wordsworth's tragic life.
Wordsworth, who ran away from Midnight Paradise, would not have met such a tragic ending if his life had not been intervened - he might have encountered challenges and might have suffered frequent setbacks, but he would never have reached a dead end. .
The root cause that finally caused this young man to completely collapse and respond to the darkest call was Taro's manipulation behind his back.
Not only that, this goddess who is supposed to be in charge of "Spring" fairly has used her rare divine power to commit more than one evil act in New Testament City - the entire Witch Hunting Guild has been deeply hurt by her actions.
This is the reason why they are willing to die to compete with each other now.
From Bill's few words, we can also know that the "luck" of those poor people is obviously a rare resource, captured by the predators at the Yundian Reception...
As Bill said, as if the world is not fair enough, the humblest people are squeezed to such an extent that they are deprived of even the last glimmer of hope in their lives.
Of course, Sean knows that this kind of divine power consumes a lot of money and can only be targeted at individuals, so it can only be used as a rare method of punishment on children who leave Midnight Paradise. Thus, while harvesting the rare resource of "good luck", it can also deter other downtown children from leaving Peter Pan's control.
The mystery that has been haunting Sean has finally been solved. He finally knew why children who left Midnight Paradise met with bad luck, and finally knew what the recurring black deer represented——
Ms. Taro is the real "king" who herds the lower city, and Peter Pan is just the monster she awakened.
While Sean was deep in thought, Taro, who was facing Bill and his party, actually laughed. She smiled so brightly, as if she had learned some great news. Taro spoke quietly, her voice had never been so vicious, and she pointed her slender fingers at Bill: "I have seen you... you are the boy who picked up Wordsworth outside Midnight Paradise, right?"
Bill didn't answer.
Tarot smiled even more happily: "Wordsworth! Oh, it turns out to be Wordsworth's partner!
"Hahahaha... How should I put it? - If those children are fat fish in the autumn river, then your good friend, the dreamer, is the fattest fish I have ever seen! "
In order to fully torture Bill, Taro's voice was high-pitched and harsh: "The 'good future' squeezed out of him is... so much that it's unbelievable!
"I'm afraid your friend could have become a famous writer!
"Modern Shakespeare!
“A hundred years from now, when all the gods are fucking dead, the plays he wrote will still be staged on the White Street!
"Hahahahaha..." Taro smiled happily, feeling elated, "It's a pity that little guy, he was caught by me...
"I can only hand over his spring and dawn obediently, and always follow a perverted control freak as a gunman until he goes completely crazy!
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Taro's voice almost turned into a howl. Sean felt that the window glass was vibrating and his eardrums ached.
"Do you know! That poor guy, how he knelt on the ground in the old screenwriter's house and begged God to give him a little bit of good luck?! - He was as humble as a dog that was about to die of illness!
"Do you know? My lovely Mr. Bill! What a grand spring that guy has!?
"How many more New Zealand dollars did those old people earn!?"
People couldn't see Bill's expression clearly. The owner of the Long Island mansion, who had no mysterious ability at all, rushed out like an enraged bull.
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