Mysteries: Arcana Wars

He was a genius hacker, and when Scott caught Jonathan trying to hack into the Steam Church, Jonathan was only 16 years old. Later, Scott simply accepted Jonathan as a student and even prepared potions for him.

Jonathan's computer talent was so terrifying that more than a decade later, Scott discovered that he could no longer understand what Jonathan was writing.

It's a pity that God is jealous of talents.

When Jonathan's wife, Margaret van der Rohe, the "Valkyrie" of the Loen army, died, Jonathan was completely caught in a certain technological vortex.

He indulged himself in crazy technical exploration, but refused to tell Scott what he was researching. As a teacher, Scott could only watch Jonathan become increasingly haggard and hysterical.

"Boss, you'll never guess what a big deal I've done."

“And I know I will succeed.”

Later, Jonathan disappeared from Scott's sight. His research had attracted terrible secret forces, so he could only continue his research in hiding.

When Scott finally caught up with Jonathan, he had already been killed, his secret laboratory had been looted, and even his extraordinary characteristics had been integrated with a small host and become an extraordinary item, which is now the Cyber ​​Bitch Kovau.

The murderer had been punished, but whenever Scott thought of the relevant topic, he still felt bitter and unwilling. Thinking back, he felt something was wrong.

Now, he has obtained more clues from the video data in Lynn's earrings - the mysterious young man named Field Moretti, a non-existent ghost.

A name, a curse.

If we follow this name, will we really discover the other side of the tragedy?

But before digging into history, Scott must remain stable in the face of the current changes in the situation.

Society began to become turbulent, and something big was about to happen. Scott still had doubts and distrust about the church officials. He could vaguely feel that he was just a pawn of the Steam Church, but he was dissatisfied with this situation.

In order to protect himself in the treacherous situation that follows, Scott needs a force that is loyal only to himself to increase his sense of security.

It would be best if even Gloria didn't know about it unless it was absolutely necessary.

"No, only me. I didn't tell anyone in the circus or the laboratory."

A rapid knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Mrs. Misty checked the surveillance camera and saw a bloody stranger knocking desperately at the back door of the theater.

Mrs. Misty frowned, asked Scott for his opinion, then stood up to check, but the person who came surprised them.

"Mrs. Misty, you must be Mrs. Misty! Please, please save our young master!"

The visitor turned out to be the old butler of the Ishdar family, who was about to retire, tall and strong. But he was wearing a worn down jacket, covered in blood, and the horrible wounds could be vaguely seen under the clothes.

He opened the bulky down jacket, revealing the little boy hidden inside, the youngest child of the Ishdar family, Jarod Ishdar.

Jarod's tears were all over the place and his mouth was covered with snot, but he made no sound. He just stared at everyone outside his clothes with a look of fear and determination.

"Mrs. Misty, we Ishdar owed you something in the past, so you have every right to hate Ishdar.

"But now, Ishdar's power in Backlund has completely collapsed. The young master Massimo who bossed you around back then is dead. He died in agony and torture, and not even a trace of him is left. Even Ishdar's entire Backlund branch is gone. Just think of your revenge as being blown away along with those buildings. You have to take your revenge, okay?

"If you're still not satisfied, I'll kowtow to you and apologize to you right now!"

As he spoke, the old housekeeper knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and soon his forehead was bleeding, but he still kowtowed hard. Mrs. Misty just wrapped herself in her coat and smoked coldly.

"As a servant, what qualifications do you have to apologize on behalf of your master?"

"Yes, I am not qualified, I am not qualified... But! No matter what, the young master is innocent! He is only ten years old! He doesn't know anything! Please save him!"

"...No matter how poor a young master of a wealthy family is, it is not my turn to help him."

Mrs. Misty remained unmoved, and even felt a little refreshed when she saw their pathetic gestures of begging for mercy.

I begged them in the same way back then, asking them not to buy Dodge Rama's estate.

"Madam, the whole of Backlund is now hoping that Ishdar will die completely. And the young master's two sisters in Feynaport are now hoping that the young master can die in Backlund without any clear reason, so that there will be one less person to compete with them for the inheritance. The old master will not even look at the young master. He is now thinking about how to expand Ishdar's power and will only pay attention to those who are useful. It will take too much time and effort for the young master to take on the responsibility. The old master can't wait. This investment is too risky for the current master. It is not cost-effective. It is better to use the resources in more profitable places.

“Please, Madam! Please save the young master! As long as he can survive, he can even not be Ishdar!

"Cleaner! Apprentice! Servant! Anything! Madam, whatever you say he is, that's it!

“Also, there is a bag of gold pounds in the young master’s clothes. That is our last savings. You can take it all!

"Please! The young master is really smart and well-behaved! He will be very, very useful, and you will definitely not be disappointed!"

"Ah."

Mrs. Misty sneered.

"You are both 'smart' and 'know nothing'. Don't you think you are being inconsistent?"

Seeing that the other party was still unmoved, the old butler simply took Jarod out of his clothes, held the little boy's head with both hands, and stared at him.

"Young Master, Young Master! Look at me, look at me carefully! You are a strong child, aren't you?"

The crying Jarod remained silent, not even a sob.

Then, the old butler raised his knife and dug out Garrod's two eyes in an instant.

"Is that enough, Mrs. Misty?"

The old housekeeper pleaded with the dazed Mrs. Misty.

Mrs. Misty was a little shocked by the scene before her. She could never have imagined that these two people could do this.

"I know that the actors in your troupe are all prosthetic users, and now the young master is one too!

“No matter the previous hatred, previous humiliation, previous conflicts, or previous Ishdar, let them go with these eyes, okay?

"Atonement, letter of surrender, letter of farewell, anything is fine! It's whatever you think it is!"

The boy whose eyes were gouged out rolled on the ground in pain. He covered his bloody eyes and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"If you are useful, you can use these eyes!

“If you think it’s not enough, you tell us, we will never say no!

"Madam, please accept the young master!"

"enough!!"

Mrs. Misty growled. She was so frightened by the scene before her that she trembled a little. When she came to her senses, she quickly took a puff of cigarette to calm down.

This lunatic, this is a threat! A complete threat!

If I don't agree, I don't know what this madman will do next!

Mrs. Misty touched the terminal on her ear and secretly consulted Scott.

"I accept this child."

She looked at the old housekeeper with lingering fear.

"What kind of drug did those scumbags of Ishdar give you to make you so devoted to him?"

"The young master paid off all my daughter's medical expenses and all our family debts.

"Although she passed away first due to an accident."

The old butler took off his clothes, picked up Garold, who was fainting from the pain, and carried him through the back door of the theater.

"You and the young master will never see me again."

After saying her final goodbyes, Mrs. Misty watched the old housekeeper disappear at the end of the street in silence.

"..."

The little boy's voice was heard in the theater. The severe pain and extremely strong emotions tore at his body, suppressing his vocal cords and making a hoarse sound.

"Why, everyone has gone far away, what else do you want to say?"

"Outside...outside..."

Jarod's voice was shaking, and he curled up on the ground.

"There's still blood outside... I haven't cleaned it up yet..."