Chapter 527 The Disappearing Soul Drinker
After the waiter left, Sorge poured himself a glass of water. His damn hands were still shaking, but food would help him feel relieved - Lie The same goes for wine.
After taking a sip of water, he raised the glass of cognac again, but had to use both hands to hold the glass steady.
Sorge then took a sip, and a warm current flowed through his belly.
This is much better.
He put the heavy wine glass down, and the stiffness in his wrist gradually subsided.
Suddenly, he found a mark, a spot on the white tablecloth between his hands.
Then another one appeared next to him.
It's a little bit of blood.
His nose, his damn nose is bleeding!
Sorge immediately picked up a tissue and wiped it, hoping no one would notice, and then covered the blood stains with a water can.
The damn psychic communication caused him a lot of damage.
Sorge took another sip of cognac, enjoying the burning sensation of the strong liquor, and looked back at the mirror behind the box. He felt that the guards might rush into the pub door at any time.
Mirror——
Oh, how stupid! Nervousness made him careless!
All around him were mirrors, cups and smooth gilded surfaces!
The burning pain penetrated his head again.
"No! No!"
A stream of blood poured out of his right nostril, dripping along his lips and chin and onto the white tablecloth.
“Please!”
The mirror above the back of the box chair was covered with frost, as if the indoor temperature had dropped by forty degrees.
Sorge refused to look directly into the mirror, even though a force was trying to lift his face.
"No! Not now! Master!"
He forced himself to look down at the table and stared at the drink in his hand. The trembling hands holding the glass tightly made the soft surface of the cognac rise. One after another ripples.
Then he turned to stare at the constellation of dark red blood stains on the tablecloth, which could not be concealed no matter how cleverly he arranged the cups and pitchers.
In the latest spot, the blood had not fully soaked into the tablecloth, and he saw a reflection forming in the smooth drop: a crested helmet.
Sorge groaned, and the cognac in the cup stopped ripples and became completely still.
The wine glass became cold to the touch, and the reflection of the helmet also appeared in the cognac.
“Oh my god——”
Sorge groaned again and closed his eyes.
"Master——"
There was silence for a while, except for the rapid breathing, there was no sound.
"Servant."
This voice is not as cold and sharp as ordinary subspace communication, it is as dark and thick as ebony.
Sorge opened his eyes.
The entire tavern came to a standstill. The candlelight froze in the air, emitting a cold blue light. This light reflected on the candlesticks, wall lamps, decorations, mirrors, and rows of clean wine glasses, passing through the gorgeous window lattice. The sunlight entering the tavern was also dyed blue, as if it had been mixed with diluted ink.
He could see the waiter at the far end of the room standing frozen on the spot. He was just halfway through the action and had not yet finished speaking. Ghostly bubbles were suspended in the blue air above the table.
I don’t know when a giant was standing in front of the table. His strange helmet and armor covered with spells made him look extremely mysterious, like a haggard ghost or a cloaked man. wizard.
This is his master, the third man of the Black Legion, Iskandar Kayan.
“Oh, Master.”
Sorge muttered, startled by his own voice. "Welcome."
Kayon raised his hand and unhooked the helmet, placing the finely carved helmet next to the blood stains on the linen tablecloth.
His amber face was reflected in light blue by the spiritual light, his thin cheeks were sharply angular, there were two scars crisscrossing his hairless head, and there was a talisman printed on his forehead. Wen, there is intelligence far beyond ordinary people in his dark eyes.
He slowly sat on the box seat opposite Sorge, the dignity in his movements was almost absurd.
Astartes' body was out of place in this human space. The frame of his arms and legs were too slender. Being squeezed into this seat made him look thin, like a teenager.
Under normal circumstances, his butt would make the chair fall apart.
But in fact it was not. Sorge could speculate that what appeared in front of him was just an illusion.
After sitting down, Kayon put his hands on the tablecloth with his palms facing down - even after sitting down, he was far taller than Sorge.
“This period of time.”
Kayan said in his dulcimer-like tone:
“Have you investigated those things?”
“I am investigating.”
Sorge hesitated for three seconds. Finally, he answered in a low voice.
"But to investigate an Astartes Chapter-"
He swallowed, wishing there was no damn reflection in the glass so he could drink it all in one gulp.
"I'm not here to listen to your complaints, servant."
"Master, I just want to remind you. This exchange may be discovered, which puts us all in great danger. "
"I agree that every second of this conversation makes your situation more critical, but the risk is worth taking, and no one will be able to notice it within eight minutes. "
Kayon stared into Sorge's eyes and said seriously:
"So, where are the disappeared Soul Drinkers?"
"I have infiltrated several key departments of Nathan IV. Judging from the information obtained so far, the number of Astral Knights is abnormal. place, but I have no direct evidence to prove that these abnormal changes in the number of people are related to the soul drinkers. I still need time."
Kayon looked at him, but Sorge could feel the other person's gaze. Not in yourself.
His master was thinking.
About ten seconds later, Kayon spoke again.
"You have been delaying here for too long. Use the aftertaste of this exchange to escape. Don't stay here. Find a safe place to continue this task and find the key evidence."
"But the master ——”
He didn’t get a response, Khayon had disappeared.
Sorge looked around, time was still frozen, and the waiter's conversation had not yet restarted.
The light glowed with a faint blue, but this would not last long.
Sorge felt itching in his ears, and a warm current surged through his spine. He could hear the sound gradually returning, as if coming from afar.
In just ten seconds, this aftertaste will disappear.
He looked at the table, at the blood drops on the tablecloth, and those reflections finally disappeared.
With an annoyed groan, Sorge drank the cognac in one gulp, then grabbed the package and left the hotel before the blue light gave way to the noisy reality.
At the same time, in a room deep in the fortress of the Astral Knight Monastery, Talos, who had taken off his armor and was leaning on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
"——It's actually him? Iskandar Kayan."
Talos muttered to himself, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
(End of this chapter)