Crimson Servant

The weight of knowledge made John's spiritual power somewhat unresponsive. After opening the door to the soul and enduring such rapid mental exertion, the warlock suddenly had the illusion that he was about to become an idiot.

Merlin gave John an education that was almost cramming. Although this was not the first time that the warlock had a headache after mastering a huge amount of knowledge, John thought he would never be able to get used to this density of information that almost suffocated his brain cells.

They saw the contents of the Corrupted Book of Lies again, in different volumes. It seems that the truth that makes up this country of lies has been dismantled into many parts, which together form the basic power of this world.

John got a name from the Book of Lies.

Seclonfas.

In the story of the Corrupted Book of Lies, the Prince of Lies holds the divine disaster sword and kills a man named Seclonfas. The Book of Lies uses a large section to describe the tragic circumstances of Seclonfas's death.

Blood, lots of blood, soaked the world.

There is far more than one version of this description. In fact, after John became curious about Seclonfas, he and Merlin saw different versions of the Prince of Lies killing Seclonfas in several fragments of the Book of Lies.

"Why do you think Cyric repeatedly wrote about his achievements in killing Secromfas? He also used different techniques such as piercing the heart, cutting in half, beheading, etc."

John looked at the almost blood-red illustration on the page, as if there was blood contained in the paper.

Merlin shook his head. This name seemed to bring back the long-term memory of the brass dragon.

"This is not necessarily to show off. Maybe the Prince of Lies has indeed executed it many times. What he killed was a god, an immortal god."

"No, that doesn't make sense. The Divine Disaster Sword has the nature of killing gods. How can there be gods that the Divine Disaster Sword can't kill? Seclonfas is not a god with the priesthood of death and resurrection. Even gods with the priesthood of death will. Death iteration.”

John closed the last page.

"Perhaps Seclonfas is not immortal, but Cyric has not found the key to kill him."

"The power of blasphemy, He even wrote an instruction manual on how to kill himself." John thought of those blasphemous stone tablets.

The Brass Dragon reopened the book that John had put aside and read it, while asking his book friend.

"You think the Lost Creator is Secronfas. He survived Cyric's execution and stole his Book of Lies to shape the world."

John shook his head, shaking his heavy head as he answered Merlin.

"I don't know. This is just a guess. Only the crazy prince of lies knows the truth, and obviously he will not tell us the truth."

"Perhaps Seclonfas is willing to tell us." Merlin rolled his tail and a stack of books appeared in front of John.

"There is an answer hidden in it. The rules He set, even you must abide by."

John rejected Merlin's invitation to read another book. He needed to rest now, and his thoughts that were about to freeze kept repeating this to him.

Merlin, who saw John's mental state, didn't force himself anymore. He turned around and continued to scan the book while his thoughts were in sync.

…

When John opened his eyes, hard and soft touches appeared in his mind at the same time. The hard one was the heaviness in his brain, and the soft one was the thing under his head.

A folded leather jacket, Vivian took advantage of the moment when John looked up in confusion, took out her jacket, patted it a few times, and put it on again. She stood next to the warlock, smiling vaguely at him with a somewhat numb expression.

"Left behind by Merlin again? Are you okay?" She asked knowingly, with a bit of happiness in her voice.

John came back to his senses, took hold of Vivian's outstretched palm, and stood up from the floor.

"Those should be my words. You'd better be careful, the hidden trouble caused by the mind flayer in your mind may not be over yet. If it jeopardizes our team, I will regret the decision to wake you up."

Vivian put one hand on her hips, put her fingers into her hair to smooth her long hair, and stretched her muscles again.

"No problem, a certain person messed up my memories. I think no matter how strong the influence of the mind flayer is, it can't compete with the blood on the wall." Vivian showed her canine teeth, and the excitement in her eyes showed that she was not Angry, "I occasionally fantasize about going back in time and dealing with those enemies myself, but you beat me to it. Your actions are rough and uncreative, but I don't hate it."

The warlock recalled the scene of his killing spree in Vivian's dark memory, and saw Vivian's shining eyes at this time. The strange emotions in his heart made John Kemp defeated in the gaze. Come. He looked away and looked at Barnes, who was laughing at the side. He was arm-in-arm with Crowe from another world, talking about some interesting topic.

When John turned around, Vivian seemed to be a different person from the conscious world. She was no longer looking at the world with hateful and decadent eyes. She was smiling happily and occasionally speaking in a deliberately long tone, like singing. John was curious about what she had gone through during her time with Merlin to make this female vampire become so active.

What's even more indescribable is Vivian's eyes. When she looks at the warlock, her hidden eyes are like a hunter staring at his prey.

"You seem to have transformed back into the female ranger you were when we first met."

John's sigh made Vivian's expression stiffen for a moment, and then she reached out to cover the side of her face and looked at John through her fingers.

“Getting better or worse?”

"Becoming... more out of control."

"That's better."

Vivian smiled proudly.

"I'm back, Captain."

John's etiquette education came into play again, and he responded with a smile, intending to say something polite.

Vivian grabbed his shoulders, the red light in her eyes filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

"I'm hungry."

The warlock was about to control the blood and push Vivian away, but the female vampire did not open her mouth. Her eyes were still flashing red, but Vivian restrained her impulse. She was waiting for John's response.

John sighed.

"Can."

Vivian was close to John's ear, and he could smell the scent of the vampire's hair and feel her breath on his neck.

"This is of your own free will."

John replied: "Yes, you did no harm, either."

The fangs penetrated the veins, this time slowly. Vivian deliberately reduced her strength and tried to finish the meal gently.

John slapped her on the back of the head.

"Leave the movements to your instincts, the long-term pain will be worse than the short-term pain."

"Are you torturing me?"