[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

The headquarters of the Holy Church is located behind the majestic Temple Mount.

Three mysterious men dressed as monks and wearing hoods hurried away carrying a large iron box.

Concentrating on reciting the secret words that he hadn't uttered for many years, Palmer walked through the forest shrouded in white mist all year round. Palmer led two entourages to the edge of the choppy shore cliff, waiting for the city gate on the other side to lower the suspension bridge.

Bang, two attendants put the heavy iron box on the ground.Palmer also breathed a sigh of relief.

Thorn Cliff, after many years, he finally returned here.

In front of you is the majestic and steep cliff of thorns. The elegantly carved castle buildings are distributed in a patchwork manner according to the mountain. The momentum is magnificent, like a passionate movement. Countless souls will ascend to eternal heaven with this splendor.

But Palmer knew that this holy barrier of white mist concealed the true appearance of the entrance to hell.

After the misty mist, the fortified city wall on the other side can already be seen.The majestic and towering city walls have been blessed by magic, exuding a daunting and terrifying atmosphere. Even though Palmer stood far away on the other side of the wide river, his legs were still a little weak.

The huge suspension bridge let out a dull roar, and slowly lowered inch by inch, revealing a deep and dark doorway. Palmer felt as if he was standing in front of the slowly opening black mouth of a hell troll.

The wind blowing from the opposite bank was mixed with the unique breath of "the dream of the dead", so soft and fragrant, he took a deep breath, hehe, this long-lost breath made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, together with the terrifying threat, it was unbearable. Memories are dyed with psychedelic colors, making people more sticky and lingering.

Palmer knew that he would never be able to give up this bone-destroying desire. Although he cultivated Yimihua in the secret realm to extract similar effects, it became increasingly difficult to obtain Yimihua after the Presbyterian Council banned it.He had to secretly drug Chief Guard Altai, so that Altai also became dependent on this intoxicating taste.It is also designed to let Altai accidentally discover information about the efficacy of Yimihua, and secretly guide him to discover the secret growth place of Yimihua.In order to achieve his goal, he even devoted himself to seduction|seduction when Altai was slightly drunk, so that Altai not only fell in love with Mihua, but also made him unable to extricate himself from himself.

Altai thought he was slowly luring Palmer into his palm, but he didn't know that he himself was the prey who had already been caught in the net.

As the soft wind blows through the hairline, Palmer can't help indulging in the soft breath for a moment, as if the raging love and the passionate desire that crushes the soul of Altai's embrace are vaguely left in the air.Yes, with such a weak body and mind, but a strong desire for love, Palmer knew that although Altai fell in love with him under the effect of psychedelic drugs, he was somewhat sincere in these years, Altai always knew , Palmer has an unattainable desire in his heart, but he has been willing to silently guard it.There was an intoxicated smile on the corner of Palmer's mouth. This idiot actually thought he had discovered the secret of the soul sacrificial spell.This is the supreme secret technique taught by Mi Luo, and even the Presbyterian Church has not figured it out.He also wanted to attack Lorca, even himself.But Altai didn't know that Palmer had already cast a low-level secret spell on him when he was in a daze.This secret spell is not very powerful, it just increases mood swings.This is just a way to make Altai more inseparable from himself.Over the years, under the subtle influence of Altai, his temperament has become more and more arrogant.Originally, with Altai's strong physique and willpower, this small secret spell could not kill him.However, under the torture of the Presbyterian Church, this low power of the secret spell became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It's a pity, Palmer thought, he didn't want to silence him, but Altai is not dead, so he will lead him out sooner or later.At that time, one's own secret could not be kept.Since you love me so deeply, you should use your life as a final sacrifice for this love, Altai.At this time, Palmer felt a slight pain in his heart. He found that he was still somewhat attached to Altai.

The son of the ruling prince, Palmer sneered, how ironic.When he came to Aranti, the most dazzling new star in the temple was more like a real son of the ruling king than he was.The radiance made Palmer hardly dare to look directly at it, but he couldn't help but be attracted by the upright and bright enthusiasm and vitality, yes, even the snakes and insects from the dark cracks in the ground also have the life instinct towards the light, He longed for the warmth of the sun, but was afraid of being burned by the scorching light.How he longs to be protected by this light, how he longs to be saved, the longer he longs for it, the more he hates it, he hates that light, he hates himself, he hates fate.How much he wanted to be loved by this world, but he was tormented by resentment.

How Palmer wished he was the real son of the ruling prince.

These wise and wise elders probably never dreamed that the son of the ruling king that Elder Abelson had worked so hard to find was just a counterfeit.

Palmer enjoys honor in the Alanti Temple. He is the long-lost beloved son of the ruling king and was found by Elder Abelson himself.Yes, he is indeed Augusta's beloved wife - Christine's son, but his biological father is not Augusta, the ruling king of Alanti.but—

The founding hero of the Romanian Empire,

Most generous benefactor of the Holy Church,

The great philanthropist who opened hundreds of orphanages in mainland China,

Also the owner of Thorn Cliff Castle - Duke Timothy.

Because of his mother's similar appearance, Abelson confirmed at a glance that he was Christine's child, and he did have the unique aura of Alandi blood.The most pure and noble bloodline among the Aranti people——the descendants of the Huiyue clan will gradually awaken the power in their blood when they become adults, but no matter how hard Palmer tries, he can't achieve it, and can only barely reach the level of ordinary Aranti people.Because he is only half of the Alantean blood.He is of mixed race.

"Boom!" The long suspension bridge stopped steadily.The loud noise made Palmer restrain his complicated thoughts, and in his complex eyes that combined attachment, desire, and fear, the dark and wide road stretched from his feet to the huge dark doorway.

Palmer strode onto the dark and cold bridge deck, he raised his hand, and the two attendants lifted the heavy iron box and followed closely behind.

Step by step, he approached the deep doorway. In the unfathomable darkness, he had spent the entire dark childhood, but now, he still came back here.He returned to his true homeland.

Lord Timothy, my lord father, I have brought back the gift you have longed for. I can finally stand at your feet again, and I am finally qualified to receive your approval.Palmer's heart was surging, and he clenched his fists tightly so that he could restrain himself from being too gaffe.Her usual graceful and calm steps could not help but feel a little eager.

The shuddering breath in his memory was getting closer and closer, which once brought him torture and pain, but at this moment Palmer felt a long-lost familiarity, and this breath made him feel relaxed.After so many years, he could finally feel at ease, and he felt that he had returned to his original destination step by step.

He finally got close to the longing that he was greedy with all his body. Since he accepted the "dream wine" bestowed by Duke Timothy and tasted the taste of forgetting all the pain in the world, he knew that no matter how far he was away, he could not cut off this desire. Deep into the soul's thirst.

Palmer was still a teenager when he left here, and he still remembered Duke Timothy's elegant and indifferent smile, as he caressed Palmer's hair, his aura exuded a sense of control. "Go, my child, one day, you will come back."

For decades, Palmer spent every day in the Alanti Temple in fear.He lost count of how many nights he woke up from nightmares.In every nightmare, he was tormented by the fire of purgatory. In the blurred vision of pain, Abelson's stern face and Augusta's hateful expression were uncertain in the flickering firelight.Bastards, bastards, half-bloods, spies, and the endless discussions around him, like countless flies gnawing at his broken body and mind.

For so many years, he could only get a moment of relief when he was intoxicated by Yi Mihua.

Palmer never thought that he would have a chance to come back here again. Behind this deep doorway, there are dark memories of childhood. In that confinement tower, day after day, he was insulted by the guards and even fought with each other. In addition, even the servants who took care of daily life also laughed at him. When the young Palmer hoped to seek refuge in the arms of his mother Christine, but was pushed far away by her, the cold and resentful eyes of his mother were better than those contemptuous eyes. The insults stung him even more.

Yes, he is a son of sin.He should not have come to this world.

Palmer remembered that the half-mad Christine would often lean against the window, muttering to herself, laughing foolishly as she fell into memories, she had a beautiful smile, and she would tell Palmer that she was in the secret place of Aranti The beautiful scene in the middle, and the time of romantic encounter with Augusta.How Palmer wished the tender gaze fell on her when she spoke of the child she had lost.However, when she finally remembered the Palmer in front of her eyes, her smile disappeared, and her delicate and beautiful face was distorted by pain. She pushed the young Palmer away, and hid in the corner in horror, her blue eyes overflowing. full of fear and resentment.

The name Palmer was given by Augusta. It belongs to the crystallization of love between Augusta and Christine, and belongs to the child who was unfortunately lost before birth.

"Palmer" he said his name mockingly, he was often confused about who he was, and even this name was not really his own, and another name felt more familiar to him, and he often felt that this was his own. The most suitable name for him—the illegitimate son—yes, he is the product of rape|violence, the son of sin, the illegitimate son of Duke Timothy and the female prisoner, he returned to Alandi instead of his unborn brother, every time I was always worried that someone would find out that he was just a fake.

The long suspension bridge soon came to an end.The guards with bright armor lined up on both sides of the gate, and the gleaming spears were like the cold sharp teeth in the mouth of this huge monster.

Palmer paused, looking at the gray-haired knight walking towards him, Palmer recognized him as the Toct knight who guarded the tower back then, he looked really old.After all, they don't have a long lifespan like the Alanteans. Decades of time have completely taken away the youth of an ordinary person.

Palmer looked coldly at Toctor's wrinkled face, only to see Toctor's expression of surprise, and then he saw the familiar wretched smile in his memory.

"Bastard, after so many years, you are still so delicate. The youth of you Alantis is really long. Hehehehe." Toket licked his lips as he spoke, as if reminiscing about the ecstasy he once had.

Palmer held back his anger and looked at Toct. He knew that he had inherited Christine's beauty, but this beauty brought him more insults.

"Toket! I have sent a message to my lord father, and I have completed my mission." Palmer tried his best to straighten his posture.

Tokert's eyes turned to the big iron box behind Palmer, and he glanced at Palmer again, that look seemed to say, is it true or not?This illegitimate child actually has such ability?

But he didn't say anything, just bowed slightly, with a slight smile, "Master Palmer, please, your lord has been waiting for a long time."

The author has something to say:

Briar Bluff is a tribute to the madhouse in the second part of "American Horror Story".The Bramble Cliff Mental Hospital Timothy is the archbishop of the church hospital in the play

What's in the big iron box?