Twilight War

Chapter14 Absinthe

01

Death Mountain.

This is the area at the junction of Vana and Arthur, and all kinds of dark transactions can be carried out blatantly here.

And today all the mountain roads on the Desperate Mountain are sealed, because today there will be a steam mechanical car race belonging to the Desperadoes.

Naturally, expensive steam cars can only be bought by dignitaries, and the underground black market will buy and sell waste steam cars and metal parts through illegal means, and then reassemble them and sell them to those desperadoes who have no money.

Of course, the performance of this second-hand mechanical car will be very unstable, and it is possible to explode at any time on the road, but even so, it is very difficult for ordinary people to get one.

No one would call such a car a steam car. The car is used by dignitaries and nobles. It has beautiful embossing and polished silver ornaments, and the comfortable nanmu seats have red velvet cushions. into the car.

Such a car can only be called a steam mechanical car, because of the scratched brass shell, exposed pipes and steam system due to countless collisions, sitting in the car can even smell the burning of the silver in the engine odor.

But Huangxuanjin actually prefers the name steam mechanical vehicle, as if he can feel the complicated mechanical structure and running bearings.

After all, his car was assembled by himself from mechanical parts.

He was leaning on the steam mechanical car he called scarlet, dangling cheap spirits in disposable paper cups.

The volatile smell of the silver of the great abyss in the air made his throat a little uncomfortable.

Today, there are dozens of auto-mechanical vehicles parked at the foot of Desperate Mountain, all of which should have come to participate in this competition. The racers are checking the pipelines and bearings under the front cover.

In the past, several people would die in this kind of competition, and no one knew whether it would be him who died this time.

But even if they want to quit now, it is impossible, because their lives are no longer their own.

The reason why this kind of competition can be held is because the real manipulators of the competition are the bone eaters, an underground gang in the West Land, who will hold huge underground gambling games.

This is a gamble where people's lives are used as wagers, but the real winners hide in the dark, not even a drop of blood on their hands.

However, these things have nothing to do with Huangxuan Jin, he just played two games because he was bored, and by the way, let the belly cut snake take out all his net worth to bet on him to win.

Another car slowly stopped in front of him with its windows down.

"Why are you here?" the man asked.

"Your Highness, as you and I, I should be the one asking you why you are here." Huang Xuanjin shook the disposable paper cup in his hand with some amusement and said.

"I'm here to investigate the bone eaters. They have been collecting money illegally recently," Wihipel said.

"They are gangsters, and they are not doing their job properly if they don't do some illegal money-raising. How about His Royal Highness come to investigate in person?"

"In the past, Arthur's military department would not interfere with the underground gangsters as long as they were not out of line, but the bone eaters have gone too far in the past two years."

"what happened?"

"You don't care about these things, you'd better not participate in today's game." Wihipel said.

"That's not acceptable. The Belly Snake used all his wealth to pressure me to win. If I abstain, he will cut me off." Huang Xuanjin said, "However, do you want to participate, Your Highness? How about a hand?"

"Not interested in."

"It's a lottery." Huang Xuanjin looked at Wisipel and said.

"what?"

Huang Xuanjin smiled, leaned back on the car, his waist was wrapped in a white shirt, "I'll go with you if I win."

02

A dark and dank dungeon.

Zichen was blindfolded by a black cloth, and his hands were tied behind his back with a rope.

The arm was cut during the stabbing, and there were many other wounds.

When Chi You's mad blood was burning in his body, he could hardly feel the pain, but when everything cooled down, all the pain would be doubled back.

Zichen even felt that this was like borrowing a usury loan from the king of Hades.But when it is returned, Hades will demand thousands of times the interest.

If you borrow money, you have to return the money. If you are ruthless, you will even lose your life.

And what about him, what is his interest.He didn't know, but one day that King of Hades would come to ask him for interest.

It's like walking blindfolded on the edge of a cliff, you don't know when exactly you're going to fall, so you take one step after another.You think it won't be so fast, and you won't just fall like this, but you never know if the next step is the abyss.

But now for revenge, he had to.

If Hades came to collect the debt, he would pay it by himself.

The iron door of the dungeon creaked open.

Zichen gritted his teeth and stayed in place silently.

Isabel lifted the boy's jaw, this was the first time she saw the assassin after the sacrifice.

She was a little surprised. After all, a person who had the guts to assassinate the queen and kill so many Vanner officers should be a vicious thug.

But the young man in front of him was surprisingly thin, because he was blindfolded and even a little helpless.

"What's your name?" The voice belonged to a girl, and it was pleasant and a little bit imperceptibly arrogant.

"... Zichen." He couldn't see the girl, so he could only be forced to lift his jaw in the darkness.

"Purpose?" Isabel raised her head slightly, and looked at the black-haired boy kneeling in front of her with half-down eyes.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I really didn't think about assassinating you. I just wanted to take you as my hostage. I'll let you go when you let me go." Zichen smiled with the corners of his mouth raised. There was a wound on the corner of his mouth, and it hurt a little when he smiled.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, but Isabel still seemed to be able to see his eyes.

"Purpose?" Isabel ignored Zichen.

"I just came here to kill a few officers for fun. They usually fish and meat the common people, and the common people are very dissatisfied, so I came here to do justice for the heavens."

"Most of the people you killed were marines. They weren't on land at all. How could they spoil the common people." Isabel pinched Zichen's chin and said, stroking the wound at the corner of his mouth with her fingers.

"Eh...they abused their subordinates. All of them were seasick, and he still didn't let them go home!" Zichen said sincerely as Isabel pressed the wound.

"You are from Donghuang." Isabel said directly, ignoring his jokes.

"kindness."

"Tell me, who ordered you to come here." Isabel leaned forward, as if she wanted to look into Zichen's eyes through the cloth.

"Myself, I am the only one who can do what I want to do in this world." Zichen continued to look at Isabel sincerely.

"You were the one who assassinated the Ghost Colonel Aegeus in Wellingborough last time."

"Yes, that's right." Zichen admitted generously.

"Then it was Vehippel who rescued you?"

Isabel felt the boy's body stiffen for a moment.

"It has nothing to do with him, we don't know each other well." Zichen gritted his teeth and replied.

Isabel smiled as if she was in a good mood, and said to him very gently: "Well, since you said that you are not familiar with His Royal Highness Vichypel, I have no choice but to ask His Highness Vichypel if he is It really is."

03

"Your Majesty, your violin teacher has come, please come to the piano room to meet him." The waiter bowed his head respectfully to the Queen.

"Tell him to come up, I don't want to go to the piano room today." The Queen said, swirling the cherry wine in her glass.

Isabel doesn't like red wine at all, but she has a soft spot for fruit wine that children only like. Every time she hears those officials talking about red wine of different years like they are talking about beauties, she just feels bored.

Every time the Privy Councilors saw her drinking fruit wine, they would whisper in her ear that it was degrading the Queen's status.

Brunhilde thinks that she is doing well. Drinking too much spirits will hurt her body. It would be best to drink a little fruit wine, but every time she drinks fruit wine, Brunhilde will still look at her, no Let her drink more.

"Your Majesty has met Her Majesty the Queen, but I don't know which song Her Majesty wants to learn from."

The man put his black woolen hat on his chest and saluted slightly, with a respectful and elegant posture.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses and carries a black piano case behind his back.

"I am really lucky to have His Royal Highness Vichypel as my violin teacher." The queen looked up at Vichypel with a smile on her lips.

Such an easily annoying expression made her do it with a bit of coquettishness. "Relying on changing the guard like this can let you in, it seems that I need to change the guard again."

"Plus a little hallucinogen," Wischpel said.

"You look like a gentle scum with glasses, and of course you are in essence." The Queen said, frowning.

"Your Majesty's evaluation of me can be discussed later," Wihipel said.

"Then what does His Majesty want to talk about?"

"Have some wine and we'll talk. I've brought wine here." Wihipel put down the piano case on his back, and took out a bottle of absinthe from it.

He poured the absinthe into a delicate wine glass, then put the sugar cube on the square spoon that matched the wine glass, lit the sugar cube and pushed it in front of Isabel, "Taste it, very good absinthe."

Isabel leaned back on the sofa, without any intention of taking the wine.

The sugar cube on the iron spoon melted slowly in the blue flame, and when it fell on the wine, the flame instantly ignited the absinthe, and the blue flame was like an aurora.

"I heard that His Highness is dealing with Donghuang's Huangxuan family." Isabel asked.

"Yes." Vehipel admitted generously.

"Your Highness really has a good plan." Isabel said.

"how?"

"Others don't know what His Highness has done, I know." Isabel looked at Vichypel, "Everyone says Vichypel is the son of God's blessing, but I know that you and I are essentially the same kind of people—— You will use any means to achieve your goals, right?" "But don't worry, I won't tell you about the past, after all, it was a deal between you and me." Isabel smiled.

"I didn't come here to talk to Your Majesty, I just came here to ask for someone." Vehipel looked at Isabel and said, his blue eyes were like a frozen lake in winter, "Your Majesty should know who I'm talking about."

"What if I say I don't know." Isabel smiled, and then said to Brunhilde standing behind her, "Does Xiaode know who it is?"

Brunhild bit his lip, then shook his head almost indulgently.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to hand over someone?" Wihipel said.

"What? Is he important to His Highness?"

Wihipel did not answer, and said after a long time, "I must be responsible to each of my subordinates, he is my Templar."

"That's all?" the queen said, shaking the kirsch in her hand.

"That's all." Wihipel pushed a wooden box over, "This is evening primrose, what you want. Let him go."

Isabel picked up the box on the table, opened it, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "He killed one of my navy commanders, four majors, three colonels, and nine lieutenant colonels." She scratched her fingers, "Your Majesty Do you want to take people over so easily?"

"He killed all the wings of Augustus. His Majesty can use this to replace these positions with his own people, can't he?"

"But I always want to give other people an explanation. It's hard to believe that the people who beat up and killed people during the worship ceremony were let go like this."

"I believe the Queen has a way of keeping other people happy."

"What's in it for me?"

"Isn't evening primrose enough?" Vihipel said.

"It should have been enough, but I'm afraid it's not enough now." The queen said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"The person who can make His Royal Highness Vichypel come here in person is definitely more valuable than evening primrose." Isabel leaned forward, her face was as delicate as a doll.

"Then what does His Majesty want?"

"I'm curious, what is he to you? Is he someone you really care about, or...just a pawn."

"Her Majesty does not need to know so much."

"Of course I need to know. It's ridiculous that a person who is as unscrupulous as a metal machine has a weakness!"

Vehipel's eyes were like cold emeralds for a moment, and Isabel stared at his eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Vichpel, you lose. Once you have a weakness, you lose."

"Since the evening primrose is not enough, how about adding the person behind you?" Vehipel looked at the absinthe in the glass, which was as coquettish green as emerald.

"What did you say?"

Isabel turned her head quickly, and Brunhilde behind her bit her lips tightly, her short blond hair was sticking to her forehead in strands of sweat.

Brunhilde didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, just enduring the pain.

Suddenly, she fell as if she could finally take it no longer.

"Little Germany!" Isabel hurriedly supported the fallen Brunhilde.

"What did you do to Xiaode?" Isabel raised her head and gritted her teeth at Vichypel.

"I mixed some medicine in the absinthe. When the absinthe burns, the alcohol volatilizes with the medicine. You have Gullweger's blood, so there is nothing wrong with it, but she is different." Vichy Per said, shaking the green liquor in the glass.

"Your loyal and dutiful knight has been like this since I pushed the wine in front of you, it's a pity you only found out now." He put down the wine glass and looked down at Isabel.For a moment, Isabel felt that his eyes seemed to be filled with pity.

"Give me the antidote!"

"I need to see my people first." He said coldly.

The boy with a black cloth on his eyes was covered with scars. He couldn't see the stairs, and he was dragged up the stairs by two guards.

Wischpel looked at the boy who was being led upstairs, saw him fall down on the steps and then be lifted violently.

Zichen was thrown directly on the marble floor, and the blood on his body dyed the black cloth into a darker color.

Like a poor wild dog that has been beaten and bruised all over.

Wischpel threw a bottle of light red liquid to Isabel, and Isabel quickly opened the lid and poured it into Brunhilde's mouth.

He walked up to Zichen. The blindfolded boy still didn't know what happened. He tried his best to get up from the ground, but he could only lift a little bit each time.

Chi You's mad blood drained all his strength.

Vehipel just watched him keep propping up a little bit of his body and then fall again, his eyes were indifferent like the thousand-year-old frozen sky in the Northern Territory.

After struggling several times, Zichen finally seemed to give up his efforts, his black hair fell to the ground in a mess, panting like a fish without water.

However, just after Vehipel cut the rope in his hand, the boy suddenly pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it fiercely.

Even though he had no strength to speak of, his almost weird angle and speed made his attacks full of lethality.

However, Wisipel easily grasped Zichen's wrist as if he had expected it, and then slammed it backwards. The severe pain caused Zichen to fall to the ground again, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Wisipel squatted down, stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers to lift up Zichen's bruised face, and almost gently stroked the blue scar at the corner of Zichen's mouth with his thumb, "It's really ugly..."

The little beast, which was still looking murderous just now, suddenly froze in place.

"Have you played enough?" Vichypel asked.

Zichen didn't speak.

"Go home when you've had enough fun." Wischpel wrapped the windbreaker on Zichen, and then picked him up.

He took out the gun from his pocket and shot to the right, and the two men who brought Zichen upstairs fell down.

With Zichen in one hand and a gun in the other, Wisipel slowly walked down the stairs, his eyes were cold.All the guards looked at him but did not dare to shoot. No one knew who he was, but his powerful aura was enough to deter everyone.

And he walked directly to the sharp silver-bladed white steam car parked in front of the palace. He opened the back door of the white steam car, put the boy in his arms inside, and then walked to the front and opened the door of the driver's seat. Slow start.

04

Zichen felt himself bouncing on the back seat of the car for a long time before being carried upstairs and thrown directly onto the bed.

Judging from the soft touch, it should be a bed, and he should be grateful to Wihipel for not throwing him directly to the ground, otherwise he would not be far from dying in his current condition.

The black cloth strips covering Zichen's eyes have not been removed, so he doesn't know where he is now. He struggled to lift his injured arm to take off the blindfold, but he felt that he was suddenly suppressed .

The wound on his body opened due to the weight of another person, Zichen bit his lip in pain, but that person hugged him with the strength like a drowned person grabbing driftwood, the strength could even be called ferocious.

Zichen almost fainted from the pain in such a hug, he subconsciously pushed the person on top of him outward.

The person on the body suddenly bit his lips, as if biting with force, and the bloody taste spread in the mouths of the two of them.

Like a bloodthirsty blood emperor, Wisipel bit Zichen's lip, and then used almost crazy and desperate strength to yearn for more blood.