The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Siles looked sideways at the detective.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "I understand what you mean. But after all, we don't have any evidence." He said, "We need to solve what is going to happen now first."

Jon stared sideways at Siles for a moment, then smiled: "Of course, Professor Noel." He said almost bored, "Anyway, at least I haven't eaten Grayson's food. Have you? "

Siles shook his head.

"That's good." Jon said briskly, and he winked at Sirius, "As a detective, I think I should play my role. Since they plan to do something at this dinner party, then Among the hundred or so guests present, there must be some of them."

Siles said, "Can you find it?"

"I hope I can," Jon said. "Wait for my good news. By the way, you can stand here. This is a good position. I think you will be a good information transfer station."

Siles was speechless for a while, and then he said: "Then I should play the effect of this position. Dorothea's grandpa ate those desserts, and there was something wrong with him. Now he is going to rest, and Dorothea will accompany him.

"In addition, a friend of mine, who knows the location of the palace's back kitchen, is now looking there. Outside of the dinner, I think there are many people in Ramifa who are working hard for it."

The astonishment in Jon's eyes flashed away, he hesitated for a moment, and finally looked at Sirius with fixed eyes, and said, "That's really good news."

Siles nodded as well.

Jon waved goodbye to him and left for now.

Siles stood by the window, looking out the window unconsciously.He thought, and hoped that the operation on Dominique's side went well.

Ten minutes later, Grand Duke Const and his wife appeared in the hall together.They are all dressed up and smiling.

This was the first time that Siles met the Duke of Constance, and the newspapers did not count.Grand Duke Const is a man who is nearly 40 years old, with firm eyes, even a little cold.He looked like the kind of monarch who would carve out frontiers for his country.

And his wife is a woman in her early 30s with an elegant and gentle expression and kind eyes.She wore a long white dress and stood beside the Grand Duke. She was extremely low-key and silent, always responding to other people's greetings with a smile.

They walked in the hall for a while, talking and talking with some nobles.

Siles guessed that many of their conversations involved the future and development of this country, and even the land of no embers, the mist, the enlightener, and so on.However, what really puzzled Sirius was that Grand Duke Const seemed to be completely unaware of Grayson's plot for this dinner.

The Grand Duke and his wife also passed by Siles. The Grand Duke gave him a cold and temperatureless look, and the Grand Duchess smiled and nodded.Siles also just smiled slightly.

Jon didn't know when he came to Sirius again.

"Well, did you find anything?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know if that counts as a discovery." Jon said, "Did you notice the eyes of the people around you? They were like marionettes, letting others play with them, but there were a few people—except us— Always stay awake."

"That sounds very suspicious."

Jon smiled vaguely: "That's true. I pay attention to their positions, and if they make any changes, I can find out immediately."

Siles glanced at him, thinking, You look equally suspicious.

Anyway, Siles didn't want to doubt his "temporary companion" at this time.At least judging from Jon's actions, he really wanted to solve Grayson's conspiracy.

... because of the detective's sense of responsibility?

Siles was about to say something, but at this time, the Grand Duke had already spoken to almost every noble family and announced the official start of the dinner.

At this time, there were five or six minutes before seven o'clock, and the side door suddenly opened, and a fat man led the servants in one file at a time.

He himself came to the Grand Duke's side, bowed slightly and said something, while the servants each led the guests to the banquet hall for the real dinner.

Siles frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know who that man is?"

"Who?" Jon didn't know why.

"The man standing next to the Grand Duke."

Jon looked over.

It was a potbellied man in a tuxedo.He looked greasy and powdered, his skin seemed to be greasy under the illumination of the crystal lamp in the hall, like a mass of fat overflowing meat.

Jon hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Based on what I know about the Grand Duke...that is probably the internal affairs officer of the palace." He paused, and then explained, "He is responsible for the daily life inside the palace."

Siles narrowed his eyes and stared at the man. [Akamala's Spectacle Frame] Pulling his eyes closer to the man's face, he could clearly see that there was an unusual fear and excitement in this guy's gaze and expression.

After a while, Siles said, "That's a very important job, isn't it?"

Jon said: "Indeed. If he was conspiring behind the scenes, then perhaps the Grand Duke would not doubt his actions. The Grand Duke may not know what is about to happen until now."

Siles frowned slightly.He's not a big fan of the idea that "big people are just being hoodwinked."But as far as the current situation is concerned, they can't find any traces of "the Grand Duke knew about it".

A servant came to Sirius and Jon and took them to the place where the dinner was held.The Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess led different noble men and women to the main and auxiliary banquet halls, where they held dinner parties.

Such a separation made Siles slightly uneasy.

He looked at the situation of the female guest and noticed that Dorothea had returned and was walking beside Angela, the Marchioness of Austin and Millicent.

Dorothea noticed Sirius' gaze and nodded at him from afar.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief—in any case, Dorothea was at least a genuine revelation, perhaps even stronger than Sirius.

As for the male guest, Edward Bello is still missing.I don't know if he found anything in the back kitchen.Siles noticed that Elder David was talking in a low voice with an equally elderly nobleman.

They walked into a luxurious, elegant, secluded and empty banquet hall.A long table is placed in the center of the banquet hall.There are no overhead lights here, only candles and wall lamps.

Grand Duke Const had already sat down at the far end of the long table, and he smiled and toasted everyone.

From a distance, Siles saw the dirty black muddy water in the cup, and couldn't help but feel his stomach churning.Some of the dishes already placed on the table exuded the aroma of food, but Siles didn't even dare to look at those things carefully.

He sat down at the servant's arrangement.A position is a position at the end of a long table.He was glad that he got this position, otherwise he might not be able to control his expression.

He sat down and looked at a dead fly in the glass of unknown liquid.

Siles: "..."

He leaned back indistinctly, away from the glass.

A guest beside him exclaimed in a low voice: "It's really rich!"

Siles closed his eyes, feeling that the dinner was torturing him from another angle.He really wanted to take off his glasses, but [Akamala's Spectacle Frame] did provide extremely powerful help.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the Grand Duke, he found that the internal affairs officer who had been with the Grand Duke had disappeared—at this moment, he should go to the back kitchen to check the food situation, right?

Grand Duke Const delivered a speech, roughly looking forward to the prospects for next year, and briefly mentioned the renovation plan of Lamifa City, which was planned to be on the agenda after the New Year.

Siles felt that many people in the banquet hall were short of breath.Burning greed and piles of money beckon to them.

Siles looked at the situation of the people around him calmly, and noticed that their expressions became more and more uncontrollable, becoming distorted and weird from time to time.In this respect, they are like revelators who are tainted but do not know it.

However, Siles was sure that these people were ordinary people.

He thought to himself, could it be that the power of the gods would directly affect ordinary people?Or, they have become a member of the ceremony, but no one knows when the ceremony started?

As he thought about it, he didn't even bother to pay attention to what the Grand Duke said, "the renovation plan of Lamifa City".

After the Grand Duke finished speaking, he clapped his hands and signaled the attendants to start serving the dishes.They will enjoy this dinner.

Siles became more and more nervous.Everything would change when the dinner party officially started, so he guessed.

Servants appeared with trays of various dishes.Still no internal affairs officer appeared.

Siles thought blankly, mosaic, mosaic, mosaic...

Suddenly, just when the eyes of the surrounding nobles were shining, and they were about to start tasting these "delicacy", people heard a bang coming from a distance, deep in the castle.

At the same time, outside the castle, in Atherton Square, everyone heard the terrified and incredible screams of countless people.

what happened?Siles stood up almost instinctively.He was sitting at the end of the table, and while the other nobles were only asking what happened in surprise, he had already rushed outside the door immediately to observe the situation of the castle.

Of course he knew that something had happened outside the castle too.But that's not what he has the time to care about now, he can only try his best to solve the things in the castle.

He reached into his pocket and took out the choking potion.In his pocket is the fragment of the shield gifted by Knight Commander Bunyan, together with the brooch on his collar, this is all the strength on his body.

... dress code for dinner parties.He silently commented in his heart.That's bad enough.Maybe he should go back to the break room first and grab his backpack? [Warrior's Black Umbrella] is right there.

However, in terms of time, he was too late to return to the lounge.Things have changed.And it takes at least ten minutes to go back and forth to the lounge.

This huge palace.Siles narrowed his eyes slightly displeased, and then heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

Detective Jon hurried after him.They looked back and saw that only the two of them had left the banquet hall.They heard a commotion from the banquet hall, and then the majestic voice of the Grand Duke: "Quiet!"

At the same time, they also heard some voices from other people.Someone seemed to be maintaining order, but they also heard the sound of cups and plates breaking.

Siles and Jon looked at each other.

Confused, Jon said, "Anyone figured out the problem with those foods?"

"I don't know," Sirius whispered.

However, he had doubts in his heart.After all, this time the dinner included revelators from the churches and historical societies of yesteryear.Maybe it was something they did.

But they have no time to pay attention to everything that happened in the banquet hall.Now that he has left, he certainly has no intention of going back.At this moment, the castle looked very empty and dark.

Siles asked, "Do you remember where that bang came from?"

"Of course." Jon said, reaching out and pointing straight ahead.

"Let's go, then," said Siles.

He suspected something had happened in the kitchen.I don't know what Edward has detected.Could that have something to do with the missing internal affairs officer?

Siles moved forward step by step, feeling that he was about to lift the curtain that concealed the truth.

Dominique felt the same way.Standing in front of the familiar black door, he felt a sense of dread.

Years ago, he had come to this place, led by that damned Desmond, and tortured himself in a cruel way-both body and mind.

They will bake their skin under the blazing sun; they will feel the sensation of salivation and acid reflux under the extreme hunger; they will sleep silently in the dirty and foul-smelling environment.

Dominique recalled that experience again after many years, and felt an incredible sense of wonder.He actually did these things before, but at that time he didn't find it strange at all, and even had a strange... happiness.

Yes, happiness.He felt that everything he did was worthwhile.He's even enjoying the self-torture of it all, not the pain.

...Temiya method.Brown Carney.Dominic silently recited the names of these two gods in his heart.

Then he stretched out his hand and pushed open the black door firmly and forcefully.

A flash of extreme light illuminates their slightly dim perspective for an instant.Dominique heard a slight gasp behind him, as if his eyes had been irritated.He couldn't help squinting himself.

They were at the headquarters of the Torture Seminar, an old mansion that nominally belonged to the Dwight family.

It is located in the southern suburbs, near Mount Hughes.In recent decades, nobles prefer to buy land in the northern suburbs and build new manors.But for some conservative and declining old aristocratic families, the beautiful southern suburbs are their first choice.

They are like a group of old people who have not kept up with the times, but still maintain some integrity and weird creeds.

Dominique asked an investigator to lead others to investigate the Grayson Foods Company. Through [Trace Tracking], they have found some signs that are enough to help them trace to Grayson's food processing factory.

And Dominique himself brought several investigators to the headquarters of the Torture Seminar in the southern suburbs.In the deep forest, they passed through countless strange branches and shrubs, and then arrived at the house with black walls.

The door was closed tightly, but now they couldn't care less about it. They directly broke the door lock violently and came to the third floor.

Dominic pushed open the black door.

They smelled a strong smell of blood.The stench that hit the face made every experienced investigator inevitably show a disgusted expression.Countless corpses were piled up on the dark floor like a mountain of food on a dinner plate.

The expression of each corpse was fixed on the terrible, eerie happiness and joy, as if death had made their wish instead.On the ceiling, a lone white figure is carved on the mud wall.

"Don't look up!" Dominique yelled, "their ritual purpose is on the ceiling!"

"In order for the gods to eat...?"

"No, this is a sacrificial scene."

"Why does it have to be placed on the ceiling?"

"It is said that this is the way of eating in Temiafa. He will put his head on the food plate, stare down at the food on the plate, and after a while, he will actually do it."

"...horrifying. To a human, it's like having a drooling, hungry mouth on top of your head."

"But there's...Blancarney?"

"They seem to... confuse Themiafa with Blancaney?"

During the discussion among the investigators, Dominic suddenly said, "Desmond."

His gaze fell on part of the mountain of flesh made of corpses.The limbs of those corpses were intertwined, and the limbs were knotted like ropes. It was not even clear whether the arm resting on the head belonged to the owner of the corpse.

However, Dominique did spot a familiar face.

His nightmare.The frightening, twisted and crazy Desmond died here, with the same joy and joy on his face, as if this was the truth taught to him by the gods he believed in.

A nameless emotion filled Dominique's heart.What, he wondered, had gone wrong?What made a group of devout followers of Blancaney, who were once harmless in everyone's impression, finally become what they are now?

What drove them into a corner of fate?

Dominique felt as if something was wrong with his thoughts.He knew very well that he should not think about these issues at this moment, and should not think about why these former companions died in such a way.

He subconsciously stroked his chest, and after a while, he whispered: "My god Anti-Nam... please give them rest."

Beside him, his current companion made the same movement and said the same words.

After a while, Dominic took a deep breath and whispered, "Burn this place down."

One of the investigators looked at Dominic with a slightly surprised look, then nodded in the same way, and said, "This is the safest way."

burn it.But that is not an ordinary fire, but a ritual [nameless fire].

It was a ritual that only the believers of Anti-Nam could use, and its purpose was to remove all traces of the old gods and followers of the old gods.

When the [Nameless Fire] burns, the house may not be destroyed, but these corpses, the figure on the ceiling, and the blood will definitely disappear without a trace.

Those out-of-control time tracks that were temporarily recovered by the Church of the Past will be baked by the [Unknown Fire] for a long time, and then returned to the owner after the "observation period".

...Of course, in most cases, the item will not be returned.

The blue flame burned quietly.They opened one small box after another, took out a faintly glowing blue crystal - star dust, and threw it into the center of the flame as a combustion aid.

The corpse was reduced to ashes under the flames, and then even the ashes were completely annihilated under the flames.

Dominique's eyes reflected the blue flame.

After a while, he said: "Leave two people here to continue the inspection. The others follow me."

It's time to go to the place where the final ceremony will take place.They destroyed one of the "altars", but it was clearly not their main altar.

... Siles and Jon met a figure that surprised them at the gate of the palace kitchen.

"Horatio," Sirius whispered.

Standing dazed and pale at the door of the kitchen was Sirius' student, Horatio Dwight.

Horatio looked up suddenly when he heard his name, and saw Sirius in shock.Almost without thinking, he said, "Professor! Get out of here!"

Jon looked at the two of them in surprise.

Siles shook his head and simply said, "What's going on? Horatio, we still have time to sort this out."

Horatio was almost pale.He said, "I...I don't know. I don't know anything. Grandpa brought me here...everything has changed. I don't understand why they would..."

"What were they doing in the kitchen?"

Horatio was dazed for a moment, then said, "I don't know."

"Then can you let us in?" Sirius asked.

His eyes flicked across Horatio's rich blue glow.The blue light on this young student was the most intense that Sirius had ever seen.

...50% purity.The ceremony will continue for another 12 hours.

What an amazing purity and duration, he couldn't help thinking.Clarence Dwight really paid for it.

However, he just left his grandson here as a gatekeeper?

Horatio bit his lip hard, and finally he said with difficulty, "No, no... Sorry, Professor, I can't let you in."

Detective Jon asked with great interest: "But, you know what they are doing, don't you? It's not a good thing, even so, you still want to stop us?"

Horatio paled, but said, "I can't let you in. That's what... grandpa told me."

He obviously knew what was going to happen, and even himself was terrified and nervous.However, he still persisted and always obeyed his elders' instructions.

Siles suddenly thought of something - family history, isn't it?He should have known it the moment he saw Horatio. This student, too, was, or rather, became a disciple of Brancarney without knowing it.

He is firm, self-reliant, and self-disciplined, living within a set of rules that he defines for himself.Siles couldn't say that there was anything wrong with this way of life and life creed, at least there wouldn't be any problems on weekdays.

However, in this situation...he really regretted it.

Siles sighed softly. "Horatio."

"Professor." Horatio looked guilty, but his movements were firm. He always stood in front of the delicate door of the back kitchen, motionless, like a loyal guard.

Without saying a word, Siles opened the bottle cap of the suffocation potion in his pocket with one hand, and then poured it directly on the back of Horatio's hand.

Horatio looked at Sirius in amazement, and at the liquid on the back of his hand in bewilderment.After about a second or two, he suddenly let out a hiccup, rubbed his neck in pain, and looked at Sirius uneasily.

Siles said to Jon, "Knock him out."

Jon followed his words and slapped Horatio on the back of the neck, but said, "I don't understand why you don't do it yourself. Obviously you have already caused your students to suffer this kind of pain."

Siles reached out to catch the fainted Horatio.After being unconscious, his breathing appeared to have resumed.Siles breathed a sigh of relief and put him aside.

Siles glanced at Jon and said coldly, "Because I don't know how to knock people out."

Jon choked suddenly and muttered something.

Isn't it unusual, Sirius thought, not to know how to knock someone out?Of course he doesn't know!

He didn't say anything more, just stretched out his hand to hold the delicate bronze doorknob, and said, "I've opened the door."

Jon took a deep breath, moved his fingers, and said, "Go."

Without hesitation, Siles pushed down the doorknob, paused, and then pushed it open.

A strong smell of meat immediately permeated their nostrils.But when they took a closer look at the scene inside the door, the smell of meat suddenly became like a reminder.

The horrific sight sent chills down Sirius' spine.

Of course, the kitchen in the palace is also extremely spacious and beautiful, with bright light and a clean stove.

Half of the chefs were busy, continuing to prepare delicious dishes for the guests, and handing the plates to the waiting waiters from time to time; they seemed to turn a blind eye to what happened in the other half of the space.

It was an extremely bloody and terrifying scene.

There are countless corpses piled up on the side, and someone is performing rigid actions, putting those corpses into the meat grinder one by one.The meat grinder roared, the human body entered, and the minced meat left.

There was a meat grinder lying there, and Edward Bello stood there, trembling, as if he had somehow managed to overturn the meat grinder.This may have been the source of the great boom they heard.

Farther away, blood, flesh and bones, and the duke coins of the Duchy of Constance were mixing together to form a mountain of meat.Taped to the ceiling was the strange portrait of a man in a chef's hat.

On one side of the meat mountain, some people were eating greedily, putting the pieces of meat into their mouths greedily; on the other side of the meat mountain, some people were lying on the ground, curling themselves up, as if they were meditating.

In front of Roshan, stood two men, one thin and one fat.They all turned their backs to the entrance and seemed to be staring intently at the scene ahead.

"……what happened?!"

A familiar voice came from behind.Siles subconsciously looked sideways and found that it was Dorothea and Angela.They probably also heard the voice, so they ran out of the banquet hall to check the situation.

But in this situation... maybe they might as well not come.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the mountain of meat that reached the ceiling.And the minced meat is still piling up there.People on the right side of Roshan who have not eaten will walk to the exit of the meat grinder on their knees from time to time, and slowly push the meat and bones to the bottom of Roshan.

That meat, that smell of blood, that bone, that human mouth...

Siles closed his eyes, feeling dizzy.

"Where are there so many corpses?!" Jon whispered incredulously.

It was he who personally said that there are countless unclaimed corpses in Lamifa City every year, and now, it is he who is so surprised and unbelievably said, how could there be so many? !

Suddenly, a chef completes his own dish.He breathed a sigh of relief, and took off his chef's hat.He took off the clothes on his body one by one, and then calmly walked to the meat grinder, his eyes were happy and calm, and he was about to step in.

Siles heard Angela let out a scream.

"Enough!" Edward Bellow yelled.

Something sparked in his hand, and Sirius only saw a blue light shoot out, penetrating the chef's left shoulder.He fell to the ground, momentarily incapacitated, but still wriggling to go there.

Siles took a closer look and found a small arrowhead in Edward's hand.That's probably the time track he's used to.Holding this time track is like holding a bow and arrow in your hand.

"That's all you guys are doing?" Edward said angrily. "This is all you guys—Clarence Dwight, Boleyn Elgar, that's all you guys are doing?!"

Clarence Dwight didn't answer, he just stood there, looking at the mountain of meat.

And Boleyn Elgar, the fat man, turned around and said, "Indeed, Mr. Bello. That's all we're doing."

He smiled, and took out a piece of hard candy from his pocket, just like a habit, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it with relish.

"Are you vainly attempting to revive Temiafa and Brancani?" Siles asked, taking a few steps forward.

"Ah! Professor Noel." Elgar seemed to have noticed the existence of Siles suddenly, so he laughed and called Siles, "Thank you. You know, your book is needed these days! "

Siles frowned.Before he came to this dinner party, he hadn't thought about that his novel happened to fit the scheme of this group of people.

... No wonder "The Revenge of the Rose" sold so well.Siles always felt that it was a bit strange, but before that, he always thought that it was just another way for him, so it just happened to cater to some depressive atmosphere of this era.

As it turns out, nothing "should" be the way it is.The development of anything has its source and trajectory.Apparently, someone was secretly promoting Siles's works, and inadvertently made Siles' famous reputation.

It's a pity that Siles didn't notice it before.

He pretended that he didn't hear Elgar's words, and just said: "Can you really resurrect the gods?"

Elgar restrained his smile, and said: "We have been planning for 14 years for today." With an almost illusory sense of happiness on his face, "14 years ago, the Grand Duke ascended the throne and changed the jobs in the palace. personnel.

"I took this opportunity to enter the palace and become a house officer here. I established a food company, but waited, waited - and this year! The Blight Wasteland development plan! What an amazing timing!

"Everyone's heart flutters about it, everyone's trying to get more profit. Human! This is human! Greed boils in our hearts, joy surges in our hearts. My God, that's what My God loves s things!"

A flush of happiness appeared on Elgar's face, as if he was intoxicated in such a beautiful dream.And now, the dream has come true.

While listening, Siles observed the situation in the entire back kitchen, trying to find a breakthrough point.They had to destroy that mountain of meat, and that painting on the ceiling.

14 years.he thought again.That was the year when Mr. Xia, the president of the Dawn Enlightenment Society, left.

Elgar burst out laughing: "We've waited for the right opportunity for 14 years!" He said, "I won't give you any chance to spoil this operation!"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pushed Clarence Dwight beside him.Clarence glanced at him sideways, and before anyone could react, he jumped directly into the still-running meat grinder.

"what!"

"Damn!"

After a creaking sound that made the skin crawl, new meat foam appeared.

Elgar knelt down, and he murmured: "My god Temiiafa. My god Brancani. The pious believers bring you fresh flesh, and the pious believers bring you the fruits of asceticism... fade away The strength that remains for many years, please respond to our efforts...

"Life and death have become the least important thing for us... We just want to get your response. After so many years, the breath of death can't cover your will. Even death itself is the possession of the gods...

"You will be the greatest! You will be the oldest! You will be noticed by the world! We are here, in the 4th year of this era, looking forward to your return... You will merge, you will recast , will regenerate..."

He said something that no one could understand.

"Stop him!" Siles had no time to think about the meaning revealed in these words. He said loudly, and he had already strode forward, opened the choking potion, and poured it on Elgar.

At this moment, the others are also using their own methods.

Angela also took out the choking potion, and she also took out a small knife from her handbag, and threw it vigorously.

Dorothea did not use the suffocation potion, she took out a strange-looking time track, which looked like a small paintbrush, aimed at Elgar and drew it with difficulty, as if she wanted to control Elgar action.

Jon took off a string of bracelets on his hand, and threw his eyes at Elgar seriously.That seemed to bind Elgar directly.

Edward was closer to them, and he shot earlier than anyone else.The blue feathered arrow had already reached Elgar's position almost the instant Sires made his sound.

"boom--!"

The huge sound exploded in their ears in an instant.A thin layer of blood mist suddenly appeared around Elgar's body. The blood mist not only resisted their attacks, but also bounced back all the attacks.

In the blink of an eye, Siles saw Jon bound by his bracelet, Edward's chest pierced by a blue arrow, Dorothea fell to the ground suddenly, and Angela's skirt was splashed with a large amount of potion and cut by a knife .

A potion was also sprinkled in front of Siles.He suddenly lifted the fragment of the shield that he had been holding in his hand.The shield composed of blue light completely blocked the potion.

"What kind of ceremony is that!" Jon, who also fell to the ground, yelled loudly.

Elgar laughed, and he said loudly: "No one can destroy my god's sacrificial ceremony! This is my god's blessing for devout believers!" He prostrated himself on the ground and moved forward with difficulty as he spoke. with.

On the other side, the chefs are still making exquisite dishes on their own.

Jon was unable to move; Edward's life and death were unknown; Dorothea was unconscious on the ground; Angela's leg was injured, and she was stained with some medicine, and was breathing desperately at the moment.

Siles' face sank like water, and he strode forward.He pondered in his mind countless times what he could do to solve the current situation.

The power of the Revelator?time track?ceremony?

Elgar's hand had touched the monstrous, heaped mountain of meat.A burst of fiery red light burst out.The strong food aroma made Siles feel dazed for a moment.He heard his companions behind him