Chapter 559 Prelude to Murder
Chen Lun nodded towards the Speaker.
He took a deep breath, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
The luscious and mellow wine flows through the base of the tongue and down the throat, leaving a lingering mixed fruity flavor that fascinates the soul.
Chen Lun is now a high-ranking saint, so naturally he will not be as drunk as before, but this glass of wine seems to be just an introduction, allowing him to establish some mysterious connection.
He heard a call from the far end.
At the same time, Chen Lun also saw Speaker Azgierro sitting on the other side of the coffee table, also drinking a glass of wine and looking at him with a smile.
Whoosh!
His spirit was being pulled away, but Chen Lun didn't resist.
He relaxed his body, changed into a comfortable position, lay down on the sofa, and immediately let his vision drift away...
It's like a moment, it's like a thousand years.
Chen Lun suddenly found himself in a lush psychedelic manor.
Countless grape vines cover an old retro mansion. Large, round, purple-red grapes are connected in bunches, like restrained pearls, dotting the building. Surrounded by lush but quiet vegetation, it was only covered with a thin layer of pink mist, giving people a sense of darkness.
The mansion was brightly lit, and under the eaves of the main door hung a string of black, column-shaped wind chimes made of unknown material, which made crisp tinkling sounds from time to time.
Chen Lun noticed that Speaker Azgierro, who was dressed in gray robes, stood quietly on the left side, smiled at him and nodded, and raised his hand to signal him to knock on the door.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Lun took two steps forward and knocked on the door.
Tuk Tuk...
In just two breaths, the dark red wooden door opened on its own, and light shone from inside.
"Come in, I'm on the second floor."
A magnetic and gentle male voice came from inside the mansion.
Chen Lun knew that it was Conrad's voice.
He looked back at the Speaker and found that he was deliberately standing behind him, like a qualified butler, humbly following the guests.
Chen Lun took steps and walked into the mansion.
The decoration and layout inside are very tasteful. In addition to being spacious, the bright yellow light makes the overall atmosphere quite warm... However, the various hanging paintings and reliefs are all in a uniform dark tone, and the contents are mostly strange-shaped things that are difficult to describe. .
What particularly attracted Chen Lun's attention were the two exquisite knight armors in the corner of the hall. They each held a trident and a curved-edged spear, and were shiny and black.
Climbing the clean wooden circular staircase, Chen Lun arrived at the second floor.
There are no rooms here, just a more spacious hall, with a soft brown blanket on the floor and a tall, red and black chair in the middle.
There was a faint fragrance of wine, mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers.
A man was sitting lazily on a high-backed chair. He wore a white turtleneck lined with pleats like flowers, and wore an extremely retro black tuxedo with a slightly longer tail, scattered on the carpet like a cloak.
His hands were wearing white gloves, one hand was leaning on the armrest, and three fingers were holding a goblet, which still contained unfinished wine.
"I have seen His Majesty the King of Slaughter."
Chen Lun was more than ten meters away, took off his hat, stroked his chest and saluted.
"Please take a seat, my guest."
Conrad chuckled lightly and raised his hand to signal.
Chen Lun thanked him, then took a few steps forward and sat down on the sofa nearby. Taking this opportunity, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at the King of Slaughter.
Conrad has black hair, simply tied into a short ponytail, with two strands of hair falling in front of his forehead, giving him an elegant but slightly wild impression.
His appearance is indescribable. If I can use the most accurate word, it is gentle.
Although it is extremely weird to use "gentle" to describe the King of Killing, this is how Chen Lun feels in his heart at this moment.
If he hadn't known that Conrad was the King of Angels with a conspiracy path, and had single-handedly entered the spider web hell and seized the two sole divinities of the Death Twins, Chen Lun's first impression would have been that he was just a certain person. Descendants of declining nobles may also be part-time poets or painting connoisseurs.
Ancient, elegant, and full of knowledge.
"His Majesty Conrad, the former Pope of the Red Apple Church, has he been born?"
Chen Lun withdrew his mind and focused on business.
Conrad smiled and spoke softly:
"Not yet... Dolomipurnis's rebirth day will be the day after tomorrow, the exact time is 9:45 in the morning."
Chen Lun was thoughtful, and then asked in a deep voice:
"So what do you need me to do?"
"Well..."
Conrad raised his other hand, curled his index finger, and gently supported his chin.
He pondered for a few seconds, then cast a calm gaze and said with a smile:
"I need you to create chaos for me."
"Confusion?"
Chen Lun frowned slightly.
"Yes, chaos...this is my undigested authority, Jack, and I need to watch it, caress it, and finally tame it."
Conrad's tone was gentle, like a whisper to a lover.
He raised the hand holding the cup lightly and continued:
"Once Dolomipurnis is born, he will gradually mature within seven days, but it will take a longer time for Him to take over the authority again. I believe He will not have that patience... After all, an angel in a weak period is like the most delicious The wine, no matter how far away, will attract gluttons.”
Conrad's eyes were reserved and his tone was determined:
"He will definitely do something to quickly adapt to the new body and complete the integration of authority... This is an opportunity, and what you have to do is seize this opportunity."
"Born the day after tomorrow, adult in seven days."
Chen Lun murmured, thoughts flashing in his eyes.
He then asked:
"So, Your Majesty, I only have less than ten days to prepare?"
"Yes."
Conrad nodded.
He then smiled, his deep gaze flowing over Chen Lun's body, and he softly said:
"I have to inform you in advance, Jack, that I will not take action before the chaos is completely fermented. Everything needs to be considered by yourself."
Chen Lun couldn't help but be startled.
The King of Slaughter doesn't take any action and relies solely on himself to set up the stage? It is also necessary to cleverly move the fate lines everywhere to add fuel to the flames and trigger a huge chaos...
However, this is a game involving high-ranking angels!
Can you do it yourself?
Chen Lun suddenly felt pressure, like a dark cloud approaching.
The silence lasted for a few seconds. Conrad shook the wine glass, and the crisp clinking sound of ice cubes hitting the inner wall broke the deadlock.
He took a sip of wine and chuckled:
"Don't be nervous, Jack, I believe you can do it... Oscar values you very much, and so do I, because I believed it from the beginning..."
Conrad sat up straight, then leaned forward, with his hair hanging down from his forehead, and said with a smile in his eyes:
"You will become something amazing."
Chen Lun quickly lowered his head and said humbly:
"It is my honor to be valued so much by you."
"Haha..."
Conrad smiled.
"I didn't take action to avoid alerting the enemy. Dolomipurnis, as the 'Rose Gardener', is deeply loved by Madam Rose. This rebirth is not only supported by the Red Apple Church and the Rose Royal Family, but behind the scenes, Madam Rose is also extremely supportive. Maybe I'm watching silently... If I want to succeed in this situation, I need a suitable time."
He raised a finger and spoke in a gentler tone:
"You are currently limited to Sequence Four. This matter is indeed quite difficult for you, so I will give you some other help... The Generosity Council will fully provide you with the information and resources you want, even if Azgierro, you can do whatever you want."
After hearing this, Chen Lun couldn't help but turn his head and look to one side.
Speaker Azgierro, who was standing not far away, smiled and nodded gently towards him.
"One last tip for you, Jack."
Conrad said.
Chen Lun looked at the King of Slaughter and waited for what was to come.
"Mother Goddess of Nature, Miss Holy Tree Mia Mavis, has a disagreement with Madam Rose Marialena. The roots of the Golden Holy Tree have even spread to the underworld... As far as I know, Madam Rose This is a big part of the reason why he remains hidden from the world.”
Conrad said calmly.
Chen Lun lowered his eyes, and the first thought that came to his mind was——
Huan Gong!
'Back then, Duke Huan used the God of Death as a chess piece, which indirectly triggered internal strife among the three families of Sun, Moon and Star. He then wiped out the God of Death, seriously injured Mrs. Qiangwei, and ordered his friend Mr. Jing Yao to pursue the Clay Man. Before his death, he suppressed the sealed Eternal Sleepers... Among them, most of the Holy Tree Misses were Just be responsible for dealing with Mrs. Rose! This is one of Huan Gong’s backup plans! ’
Chen Lun understood clearly in his heart.
Suddenly I thought of a lot more.
‘If this time is going to create a huge chaos and create opportunities for His Majesty Conrad, then involving the Natural Sect would be the best choice. ’
But soon, he had concerns again.
‘However, Lady Elk and Saint Rutina are pretty good to me. They also have a close connection with Maggie, the Cat God… If I do this, my goodwill will probably fall to the freezing point. ’
Conrad sat in the high-backed chair and said nothing, just waiting quietly to give the black hat gentleman time to think.
A long while.
Chen Lun slowly raised his head.
"Your Majesty Conrad, thank you for the reminder. I think I should have more places to write."
"Very good."
Conrad looked happy and nodded with satisfaction.
He waved his hand, and a glass of wine appeared out of thin air in Chen Lun's hand, containing the same scarlet wine liquid as Conrad's.
"Well, good luck to you, Jack."
Conrad smiled and raised his glass.
Chen Lun took a deep breath and raised his glass in response.
bite!
The wine glasses were several meters apart, but they made an inexplicable collision sound.
Conrad drank the wine in one gulp, and his sigh of laughter echoed in the hall:
"Chaos is the best ladder. I look forward to witnessing your masterpiece..."
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It's night.
Gentle purple moonlight spilled into the window sill.
Chen Lun was hunched over his desk, the ivory white pen in his hand unwilling to touch the manuscript paper.
He frowned slightly and his eyes were serious.
His powerful brain power and computing power were overloaded, and his memory flashed by quickly. Chen Lun maintained this posture for a long time, finally exhaled and wrote several keywords on the paper——
"Rutina Castillo," "Chrysalis of the End," and "Waiting." (End of chapter)