Heartbreaker

Chapter 107

seven years ago.

It doesn't matter if it's a person or a god.

"I have read your recent bibliography, Douglas Hayden. It is very good, with profound ideas and strict grammar. I have not found you to be such a good and bright student."

"Thank you for your affirmation, Bishop."

In the brown-black-based bishop's living room, Douglas stood in front of Bishop Baldwin with low eyebrows, staring at the pattern of the carpet indifferently.

Whether it is the grammatical logic of various languages, or the narrative logic of the scriptures themselves, he is already familiar with it, and he is tired of it.The proverbs and scriptures that the church chewed and realized over and over again are nothing more than a rule-based ideological system, as long as the core connotation is mastered, and then it can be demonstrated with a large number of widely circulated viewpoints.

It's a pity that most people can't even perceive the logic chain of the system itself, and are still wandering around in a daze.They are like pulling wool, but whenever they pull out a few scattered and thin insights from those chaotic scriptures, they write about them happily, and get promoted or appreciated based on them.

Just a bunch of brainless mediocre people.

Douglas could not help thinking of his friend.In his mind, only Wash Polu was a true genius.Although the other party did not clearly dissect the church's thought system, the other party discovered the loopholes and limitations of the system earlier than anyone else, and had the courage to break its ideological imprisonment and endless cycle from generation to generation.

He does not take advantage of existing systems of thought, he is the one who creates them.

This is also the courage and talent that Douglas can hardly match.

"Hayden?"

The bishop's benevolent voice rang in his ears, and Douglas felt uncomfortable for a while, feeling that the other's behavior and expression were too greasy, like an impetuous toad.He was looking forward to the end of this meeting with Bishop Baldwin as soon as possible, and he would go to visit his friends later.

"Write such an excellent and detailed biography." Baldwin raised the article in his hand and said with a smile, "It's actually very easy for you."

"You have already figured out the laws of thought in the scriptures. You are playing with it."

The astonishment in Douglas's eyes flashed, and before he opened his mouth to defend himself, Baldwin said with a smile, "Stop it, boy. I have been a bishop for so many years, and I have seen countless words of genius, mediocrity, and stupidity." , You can know the true thoughts of the Lord in your hearts just by the first few sentences.”

"..."

Baldwin narrowed his eyes and said, "So, although you said a lot of praises to God in the article, I know that deep down in your heart, even 'God' can be a tool for you to achieve your goals."

Douglas said respectfully, "Bishop, although it is rude to question you, I still want to defend myself. I don't regard the great Lord as a tool."

The bishop in black robe looked at the young man in front of him, but smiled and said nothing.A chill ran down Douglas' spine, and he felt the gaze of a wolf probing its prey, wily.

"I've been watching you for a long time, Hayden."

Douglas remained silent.

"I'm paying attention to your affairs, and I owe it to little Vash. He often mentioned your name when he chatted with me. The child is humble on the surface, but in fact he is arrogant. I still wonder who can get into his eyes."

Baldwin said slowly, "That kid is a real genius, but I always have reservations when I guide him. You know, geniuses are the people who are most likely to break through the limits. Speech. That's something we try to avoid as a church."

As Baldwin said, he took a sip of the tea on the table, looked at Douglas and said, "How many books have you read in the forbidden|library room? I know it very well, you and Vash have read it. Honestly , Hayden. I hate smart little guys more than anything."

Douglas couldn't keep his cool, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks.

"Please, Bishop..."

His voice was weak, and he knelt on the ground in panic, pleading, "Don't punish Vash... I told him that he didn't intend to violate the taboo of the church."

Baldwin was noncommittal, just staring at the pale boy and said, "Tell me what you're looking at, Hayden."

"I..." Douglas said with difficulty, "I'm looking at... anatomy and biology."

"why?"

"because……"

He has not thoroughly studied the complex and huge system of the "human body".

Baldwin was thoughtful, "Didn't you read those celestial bodies and cosmology?"

Douglas whispered, "No. The theory of which ball revolves around which ball is too far away from me to interest me..."

"Hahahaha." Bishop Baldwin laughed, "Are you only interested in 'people' themselves? You are really an interesting student."

Bishop Baldwin got up from the red velvet chair.He is bloated, but his steps are light, and he has a white and round face with a smile.He walked to the side cabinet, unlocked it, and took out a stack of manuscripts from it.

"You haven't read my treatise, Hayden." The bishop said meaningfully, "Go back and read it carefully. Three days later, at six o'clock, go to the entrance of the third floor of St. on."

"I will send other monks to take you to 'that place'."

Douglas dared not answer.

He exited the bishop's reception room, thinking to himself that once he made an appointment with Baldwin, he would have less time to meet with Wash.Douglas was sullen, and impatiently pulled out the manuscript inside. On the title of the first page, he saw a few bold characters.

[The four basic human emotions, "joy, sorrow, anger, fear"...]

****

As soon as the young white-robed monk pushed open the stone door of the secret room, his eyes were immediately sore from the smell of blood.

"Mr. Hayden." He called, "Mr. Hayden, are you there?"

A string of colorful eyeballs flickered above his head suddenly, monk Elio was startled, and almost tripped over the blood-red tentacles coiled on the ground.He lifted the hem of his robe in embarrassment, and under the dim light of his eyeballs, he saw the huge human flesh tumor in the center and the man leaning against the tumor.

The other party's snow-white robe was almost stained red by the occasional blood from the sarcoma, and the tentacles were wrapped around the man's torso like flower vines, like a wriggling flower plate.

Douglas opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Eliou, are you back?"

"Yes."

"Where are the eyes I asked you to give to His Majesty the Emperor?"

"Everything is according to your instructions."

Responding to the tutor's question, Elio felt an indescribable frustration and exhaustion in the other party's voice, filled with negative emotions, as if he had suffered a major blow.

"Fortunately, you are back." Douglas said softly, "You are my most obedient and proud student, Elio. Come here, I have something to tell you."

Elio walked over obediently and knelt down on one knee.Douglas put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and his hazy eyes regained a bit of coldness.

"During your absence, I conducted many researches on the undead." He took out a notebook from his pocket, handed it to the student, and said, "Regarding the experiment on how humans and undead perform form transformation, we obtained a report not long ago. striking conclusions."

Elio quickly browsed through the experiment records while listening carefully to the teacher's words.Douglas snorted and said, "It's actually simpler than I thought..."

"The soul is a collection of human remaining consciousness. And one of the manifestations of that consciousness is 'emotion'."

"And the so-called 'power of the undead' is nothing but a sharp weapon formed by the condensed consciousness. It kills the 'consciousness' of other objects."

Elio said in surprise, "But, teacher. Undead can even smash stones, steel, and other inanimate objects. Those objects have no consciousness!"

Douglas said lightly, "Who told you that those objects are unconscious? Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Elio was dumbfounded, "Then what consciousness do they have?"

"This point can be well reflected in the test subjects taking hallucinogens." Douglas said, "In their eyes, the consciousness of living and non-living bodies is mixed together, so they have hallucinations." , turning the ordinary world upside down. Once this mixed consciousness is straightened out and guided by other consciousnesses, they can restore the vision of normal people and separate the two kinds of consciousness.”

Elio was still puzzled, it would be better to say that what the mentor said shocked him so much that he lost his ability to think.Douglas said, "It's okay if you don't understand it for a while, go back and figure it out. I'm sure you can."

"OK……"

"By the way, since you're here." Douglas breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways, and said, "Just replace the Chaos Stone's eye for me. The one with the most damage."

Elio walked around behind the sarcoma, and saw the four eyes of different colors on the back of the Chaos Stone.The yellow, red, and black ones were intact, except for the blue one, which was dripping with tears and formed a shiny pool, which seemed to have been flowing for a long time.

It is the eyeball that represents "sorrow".

The young monk fell silent. Using tweezers and a scalpel, he nimbly removed the eyeball with a crack in the eye mask, and removed a shining blue eyeball from the eyeball string hanging above his head, and embedded it in the Chaos Stone.

Douglas took off his glasses again, leaned against the soft chaotic stone without saying a word, lowered his head, as if tired.Elio whispered, "Teacher, do you want to drink some 'xi' tears?"

"No need." The other party said in a deep voice, "I'm fine, Eliou, I can't be bothered by emotions. Remember to think about what I just said when you go back, and come to me when you understand."

"I understand, teacher." Elio quietly left the secret room, not disturbing his mentor's rest.

When he was about to close the door, he couldn't help but peeked out and saw the newly replaced "sorrow" eyeball on the Chaos Stone, and began to shed sad tears again.

Not troubled by emotions?

The young monk thought to himself, unless he is an unintentional person, how can he get rid of the influence of emotions?

****

I don't know when, anyway, when I was designing the escape plan in the rat cage, a rumor was spreading inside the church.

The undead disappeared.

"The old 'Messiah' is gone, and it is said that people who come to the church every week are very dissatisfied."

Popolo's current appearance is not to mention Doss, the collar of the monk's robe is buttoned up to the neck, and the hair is neatly groomed.I leaned against the door, watching him pack the package in a serious manner, remembering the bald monk dancing in the bone swamp at the beginning, I couldn't help but sneer.

Luo's soul escaped from my black hair and landed in front of the black-robed monk.

"I'm really sorry, Brother Polu." He said earnestly, "Because of our decision, you have to leave here to serve as a new preacher."

Popolo smiled, "Haha, it's nothing, Messiah. To be honest, I admire your interpretation of the scriptures. You are an excellent preacher, and I feel uneasy about taking your place. "

I narrowed my eyes and said, "He disappeared in the church like this, is that four-eyed bishop doing nothing?"

"You mean Bishop Hayden?" Popolo shook his head. "I haven't seen him in public for a long time. I don't know where he went. If there is news, I will pay attention."

"What about the rest?"

"It's just a search, but it won't turn the world upside down. After all, the church is such a place, the noise is too loud to make it look good." Popolo looked at me and said, "Mr. Lemon, once I leave, I'm afraid there will be no one in the rat cage." I can help you..."

"Don't worry, monk." I said, "I can take care of myself, and I will not give up my original plan."

I stepped forward, bowed slightly, stared at him calmly, and said, "Thank you all this time, Brother Bolu."

"I don't believe in God and heaven, but I do believe that the great Lord will always be with you."

Hearing my sincere words of gratitude, his eyes lit up in surprise, and his lips murmured "Oh my god", overflowing with pride and emotion at a loss.

I shrugged with a smile, wanting to go up and pat him on the shoulder, and tell him everything about the eggshell monk who threatened to get rid of the necromancer back then in the Bone Swamp.He accompanied me through the noisy Huapai Town, the icy and snowy Vulture City, until now, the imperial church that pretends to be gods and ghosts. Even if he himself was in danger, he never thought of giving up on me, his faith and compassion.

The black-robed monk holding the Bible, who is always impassioned and talks incoherently, is my eternal partner.

Popolo's figure disappeared among the warm orange trees, a few white birds flew by in the twilight, and the sea of ​​clouds was boundless.I climbed onto the roof of the small villa, and Luo said to me, "Lemon, aren't you going back?"

"I won't go back yet," I said. "Sit next to me, Luo."

He sat down next to me, and the body of the undead still couldn't draw any shadow under the light.Thinking of all the things that happened in Vulture City, I didn't let him stay in that milky white house anymore, but hid him in my black hair for easy movement.

He still has the gold ring I gave him on his ring finger.

"These days, we have given the news to every patient in the rat cage." I said, "Soon, I believe we will know the answer of their choice."

Luo Dao, "I have walked through the escape passage many times. I can get to the door of Santa Maria Cathedral and escape easily."

I murmured, "After that?"

Luo turned to look at me.

"Make a break with your past," he said.

The warm sunset light sprinkled the tiles of the roof like pieces of gold.I laughed a few times, took my undead into my arms, and my heart was as peaceful as the endless sky.

"Remember the first story you told me? The one about the prince and the dead."

"The Blood Rose of Tristan?"

"Well, I was too lazy to listen at first." I yawned casually, "Then you told me about the ending."

Luo Dan smiled and said, "In the final analysis, it was a fairytale love story, Lemon. I considered your interpretation later, and I think it makes sense."

"Do you know, Luo." I looked up at the sky, with a warm and magnificent light flowing in my eyes, "In any case, I am very glad that the undead did not give up looking for the prince until the end, and the prince finally understood his heart."

He looked soft, "Well, a melancholy but not regrettable ending."

I said, "Do you still remember the question you asked me that night after you finished telling that little part of the story?"

"I didn't answer you at that time. But now, I want to tell you, let you hear every word clearly..."

Luo was startled slightly, and turned to look at me.I stroked his dazed cheek, raised his jaw, and bent down.

I heard my voice, which was softer than the sunset, was caught by the breeze and sent to a distant place.

"Fulfill me, Ro."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Bianou!!!" for the nutrient solution!