The slain earl, wizard, and their wives, as well as several other victims, began to spontaneously combust before disappearing from the floor like ash, leaving behind pools of dark blood. The fire rose in the fireplace and the drawing room became warm.
Griffith came to his seat, holding a weapon in his hand, and looked at everyone silently.
Whether the dead person in front of him was a false illusion or a real person, there was nothing he could do. Moreover, he felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy, but saw no signs of the disintegration of this space. He was not very sure about the mysterious realm in front of him and was not sure what would happen next.
With the power of the War Knight, we may be able to break through the rules here. However, it is unknown whether the brute force breakthrough will affect ordinary people.
Who knows if there are other rules and dangers in this area... Griffith turned to look at the flames in the fireplace. He could feel something abnormal, but he couldn't explain why.
While Griffith was hesitating, those who had just committed murder, whether rich or poor, were in panic and fear with a bit of expectation and joy, feeling relieved that they would not freeze to death or be burned to coke.
"Do you think this is the end of it?" Griffith asked Mr. Beble.
"I think so," the shareholders of the shipping company no longer had the pleading expression just now, "We have done a great thing, praise the courage!"
After saying that, he sat down on the sofa that originally belonged to Earl Hill opposite Griffith, closed his eyes and rested.
"Let's sit down and rest for a while, warm our hands and feet!" someone said, "We should be able to leave here soon."
His proposal was immediately responded to. People who were standing crowded over and sat on the couches. Mr. Beble, the leader of the entire operation, and his wife had exclusive access to the seat originally occupied by Earl Hill, while others walked around him and did not compete with him.
Mr. Ram and the gentlemen invited several able-bodied men to join them in the middle seats. Two nuns and several elders sat on the wizard's seat. It was a bit crowded, but they all seemed satisfied.
"It was a wonderful flame," one nun said. "I heard a sublime voice. It was a blessing."
"It's a revelation," said the elder sitting there. "My Lord is conveying His will through this flame. I feel the need to tell you these truths."
These people of different faiths communicated and stated to each other the oracles they had received from the flames. Some say that soon everyone will be able to leave here safely, others say that the Lord will send new tests, and only the most pious can be saved.
Due to the different divine revelations they received, the group soon became quarrelsome.
Many people did not get a seat on the sofa near the fireplace and could only be scattered everywhere in disappointment. Tina was among them. She glanced at Griffith, but still cautiously did not go over to talk to him. Instead, she walked towards the door, trying to open the door to the outside.
The door remains locked and untouchable.
Everyone, sitting and standing, noticed this.
"Why?"
"What happened? (Why can't we get out?)"
The doubtful inquiry turned into tears for a moment, and the people who had just breathed a sigh of relief began to panic again. Even the most determined Mr. Beble opened his eyes.
Mr. Ram, the cotton mill owner who had always been smiling, gasped and stared at the door for a while: "What did the wizard just say?"
"Burn a few people, and the others can go out..." Someone replied hesitantly, "Isn't it enough to burn them?"
"Yes! That must be the case!" Mr. Ram shouted like a little boy who had been beaten. "It's not burned enough, it's not enough!"
Led by the people sitting on the couch in the middle, many civilians without seats also joined in. They wiped the blood on their faces and gathered in a circle:
"We must not have burned it enough, otherwise the door should be able to be opened by now."
"Yes, I feel cold again."
They all turned their heads and looked around like vultures hunting for prey.
"We should burn her!" A former civilian pointed at Tina and shouted, "I know what she does! I know that she is the embodiment of blasphemy. It must be because of her existence that we, upright citizens, We can’t get away!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the men and women gathered towards Tina. An old nun said: "I just noticed that there was a nun's black dress hidden in her package, but I guarantee with my last few teeth that she is definitely not a nun. You can smell the blasphemous smell from a distance." ."
Mr. Ram immediately rushed forward, snatched Tina's package from her hands and tore it open. Among a pile of replacement clothes, everyone found a black dress worn by a nun.
"I knew it!" Mr. Ram shouted, "Some people like this, I know it."
The old nun immediately said in a deep and inscrutable tone: "We will sacrifice her to the fire, which is purification."
Several other believers of God who were sitting with the old nun also echoed. Their reasons varied, but they all agreed that sacrifices had to be made now.
Just because you can interpret this flame? Even an extraordinary person like me can't understand it. Who are you kidding? Griffith was startled. He was about to save Tina with sword and musket when a commotion suddenly broke out in the drawing room.
"I'll expose it!" A man without a seat pointed at a man who had just sat on the sofa and shouted, "He is a relative of the count who was stabbed a thousand times. It must be his evil idea to avenge the count. We will Being locked up here.”
"You're talking nonsense!" the accused man shouted, "That guy and I are just distant relatives that we can't even fight with."
"So you don't deny that you are a relative of the earl?" the accuser said proudly, "I suspect that you want to kill the respected Mr. Beble, or plan to go to the Bureau of Investigation to make a false accusation immediately after leaving here."
"Catch him!" The shipping tycoon, whose nerves were stimulated by a certain word, immediately raised his hand and pointed, "We must eliminate all traitors. Those who are not of the same mind as us are the culprits who trap us here!"
Now, the people in the reception room were excited. They accused each other, exposed each other, and even fought.
In the chaos, one man pulled out a dagger and stabbed his accuser, and was immediately knocked down by the others. Those who were killed also spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes like the previous dead.
Several others pounced on Tina, punched her in the beautiful face, knocked her to the ground, and then stepped on her.
"Bang!"
A loud bang drowned out the shouts, and a flash of catharsis startled the jostling crowd. Griffith charged through the crowd like a troop of armored cavalry, beating those who stood in his way to roll all over the ground. He came to Tina, grabbed her and protected her behind him.
"Quiet." Griffith stood upright in front of the crowd. Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated, opened the hammer, loaded the gunpowder, and inserted a shining golden bullet into the barrel of the gun with a smooth movement.
"Knight, don't stop us," Mr. Beble said in a serious voice. "This is the only way to get out of here and save everyone. We must use violence. This is our right and obligation!"
"No, not yours."
Griffith finished loading, stood sideways, raised the flintlock, and lowered the muzzle in front of the shipping tycoon.
In the dark, everyone in the room heard the echo of the death knell from the tower, and ferocious, desperate and indescribable living creatures were approaching from the void step by step. This was an aura of terror that had never been seen before, causing Mr. Beble's legs to move on their own.
Griffith pulled the trigger, and the muzzle erupted with fire, smoke, and an unstoppable barrage of adamantium pellets. The crowd that had been shouting for violence just now dispersed like a nest of rabbits.
The loud noise echoed in the ears, and the eardrums were torn apart by the roar, leaving only a buzzing sound that lingered. When the white smoke cleared, Griffith stared ahead with a flintlock gun in hand. Mr. Beble and everyone lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, their whole bodies shaking violently, and a disgusting stench assaulted their nostrils.
Griffith looked above his head. He had just fired a shot there, and the adamantine bullet hit the ceiling, and bursts of broken cracks were spreading from the smoking hole.
"Sit down, ladies and gentlemen," Griffith returned to his seat. "Now, please vote."
The shocked people asked: "What to vote on?"
"Vote who should be thrown into the fire."
"But... aren't they already dead?"
Griffith had watched this farce from beginning to end, and now he understood somewhat. He took out paper and pen and said to the three couches filled with people:
"As the decision-making body in this room, I ask you to vote and confirm what has just happened - all citizens present who hold seats unanimously agreed and acted together on the decision to sacrifice the earl, wizard and others. This The decision will be documented and signed by everyone.”
After that, he looked around and found embarrassed looks on some people's faces, and then continued: "I noticed that some people are very embarrassed. It doesn't matter. In this way, it will be clear who is not of the same mind as everyone else." .I will sit here and watch everyone continue what they just did."
"Knight, you also have to vote with us, you are a member of this room!" Mr. Ram responded quickly.
"No, this is your business. I don't make decisions," Griffiths was already prepared for this question. He raised his reloaded musket and pointed it at the cotton mill owner's head.
"I am violent."
…
The illusion of 233B Baker Street is fading. The realm, which had imprisoned everyone for a long time, received an adamantine bullet and the decision was signed. Griffith stood up and opened the door and collapsed. The specific factors that brought about its end are unknown. The only thing that is certain is that it is turning into a misty mist and gradually dissipating.
"Tina, come to me." Griffith said. But the receptionist did not respond. She kept her distance from him as before, walked away and disappeared.
So the experience just now was a world created by the subconscious mind of people in this city? Or is it a dream?
Griffith stood on the deserted street, watching the people who had just staged a cruel farce disappear one by one, and the confusion that trapped him seemed to be dissipating.
While he was thinking, suddenly, he saw a man sitting on the steps of the street not far away.
There are drawing boards, pens and paints next to the man. He is a young man. He was wearing a loose cloth coat, with the left and right lapels overlapped up and down, and a black cloth belt tied casually around his waist. On his feet were strange wooden shoes, made entirely of planks and battens, with thick ropes fastening the toes.
The painter's face is thin and handsome, with neatly combed short black hair, and beautiful eyes, but there is endless decadence and melancholy.
Griffith's pupils immediately shrank.
He had met the painter on the island of Neopolis. Shortly before tragedy struck Elodie. At that time, he was just curious, but the appearance of such a person on a curfew night and near the realm that had just disappeared meant that he was anything but simple.
The young painter first sketched a few strokes on the drawing board, and then looked at the knight: "Good evening, I'm glad to meet again. What did you gain from the world you saw?"
"Was that a dream just now?" Griffith asked.
"It is better to say that it is a profile of reality, a subconscious refinement of your life experiences and thoughts, and a confession of the soul shown by my authority 'Disqualification in the World'," the painter said. "Through this, we can face people's most true feelings. pain."
authority? Are you the Hand of God like Naira? ?
Griffith was shocked. Fortunately, the painter in front of me was not hostile. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I saw chaos,
"A step-by-step process toward self-destruction and denial. Why are you showing me this?"
"I said, what I see is not my decision. But, you did a good job, didn't you? If it were me, I wouldn't be so decisive. I'm afraid I would still be entangled in a situation that cannot be ended," the painter said , "Before tonight, I was not sure whether you were the right choice and worthy of this fate. Now, I know, you are very suitable."
"What's appropriate? Please be more specific."
"When you are ready, I will come to you again and give you more inspiration." The painter just shook his head and after that, even his figure disappeared.
