Warhammer Divine Throne

“Hello, Mr. Duckholm, I have never heard of your name. Can you tell me more about it?” Anida recalled carefully and found that he had not heard of it. I have passed this person, but since there is an introduction by the Foster master, this person is impossible to come by.

“I’m from the Liguria kingdom in the south.” Van Duckholm said, “I wanted to be an actor, um, an actor who performed in a theater, but he auditioned for hundreds of times. After failing to apply for a job and playing a few small roles, you know that I have had enough, so I am now involved in the art industry, some special art service industry.”

“Special art service industry?” Anida thought for a moment, and his eyes filled with a certain unidentified brilliance: “Welcome very much! Mr. Duckholm! I welcome you on behalf of Aesthetic Club!”

After that, Anida gave Foster a weird look, and the president of the Aesthetic Society thought that this old gentleman was good too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” After entering the manor, Foster, the master of architecture, still couldn’t understand what Ryan was talking about, and how Aneta suddenly changed his attitude, which was extremely welcome. “Van Duckholm” played by Ryan.

“hehe ~Mr. Foster, don’t worry, I’m also not interested in the banquet of these hedonists, but this time I’m here to investigate some important things, and I’ll decide when it’s done. Thank you very much,” Ryan whispered.

“Why can I thank you as a dying old man?” Foster shook his head helplessly. He has no shortage of money and fame. The construction master who has half his foot in the coffin feels that there is nothing. Something can move him.

“Forget it, anyway, this is Schultz’s request. I will pretend to be uncomfortable and find a place to rest. Remember, youngster, a true artist can never stay alone. In the corner, you must keep up with everyone’s topics! Even if you don’t understand anything, then just praise more and comment less!” Foster touched his beautiful white short beard and told Ryan again.

“I know, I know~” Ryan continued to explain, his confident appearance made the construction master shook his head again and again, and the old master thought that the youngster now is really confident.

In the hot manor, Ryan was holding a glass of red wine and quickly joined the topic of everyone, while Foster drank a little red wine briefly and pretended to be wine power after a few words. No support, found a place to rest.

After all, the building master is old, and everyone involved in Sand Dragon understands his situation. Foster takes a nap in the lounge under the leadership of the waiter.

By the time he wakes up, the artistic Sand Dragon has entered the climax stage.

What shocked the old gentleman was that in a corner, Ryan had become the focus of artists. He alone moved towards a group of brightly dressed, gorgeously dressed artists, spitting various perfumes and ailing spirits. We talked freely.

“Yes, so in this process, my role as the master is like this.”

“I transformed my home into a dungeon, and then I became The owner of the dungeon, there are a full set of tools and so on…I did a good job, and the guests like me.”

“If you fist, you can get thirty Silver Coins at a time. Generally speaking, the customers who like this kind of service are a little too drunk, they want to relax a little… and then I will put my fist…”

“This is a long process ~You all understand.” Artist Van Duckholm said humorously.

“Oh! God! Mr. Duckholm! I want to try this!” an artist said excitedly.

“An unprecedented excitement, Mr. Duckholm, can I be your guest?” A lady’s face was also full of excitement.

“Oh! Of course, we can all get enough excitement in the process.”

“Wow! This is awesome!”

This group of artists and nobles have strange distortions and neurotic enthusiasm on their faces. They dragged Van Duckholm to ask questions and answers. The atmosphere was extremely hot, and even the president of the Aesthetic Society, Anida, was excited. And said: “Oh, Mr. Duckholm, you are really an amazing artist.”

“Yes, you see, I invented some combinations between leather and rope, I think they It’s great. It’s my work. If you’re interested, I can show it to you.” Van Duckholm took out some filthy pictures, but the nobles and artists in the corner regarded them as treasures. The admiring voice: “It’s a work of God!”

When Foster appeared, Van Duckholm signaled that he was unaccompanied. He walked to the corner alone: ​​”Master Foster, I was Invited to an underground banquet. Ten minutes after I went in, you asked the waiter to find me and told me to take me away.”

For a long time, Foster didn’t understand how Ryan was doing this. Smoothly blended into the circle of Aestheticism, but he still agreed to Ryan’s request.

“Mr. Duckholm, please here.” So Ryan went to the underground club under the leadership of the waiter.

Apparently his degenerate and perverted theory just now has gained the trust of these Primal Chaos Cult factions. They firmly believe that Ryan is just like them, a fellow, corrupt and depraved.

Only Ryan knows why he is here.

Passing through the cold and humid tunnel, Ryan participated in a more secret banquet.

The chaos of this banquet is inconvenient to describe in words (for fear of harmony). In the indulgence and enjoyment, the “artists” frantically demand various ways to amplify the desires of society. They discover beauty and happiness. Indulging in more cruel pleasures and disgusting perverted pleasures, they loudly planned how to eradicate those sects that emphasize virtue and commandments, and how to achieve the goal of “building” Marienburg as “absolutely beautiful.”

“Anything that obstructs the eyes from viewing aesthetics is like the boiling poison in blood vessels, which must be eliminated or reformed!” This is in the damp and cold basement, a person of high morals and education The artist said frantically.

“Agree!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

The distorted “artists” responded frantically With.

“Well gentlemen, the’white meat’ is here, please enjoy it!” A waiter brought in a pot of steaming meat and signaled everyone to enjoy it.

The composition and source of the meat are completely invisible from the outside. Since the meat was brought in, no one asked what kind of meat it was, no one asked where it came from, but everyone rushed to eat it. , Every bite is like the enjoyment of Supreme.

Only Ryan didn’t go up to eat. He looked a little confused and didn’t seem to understand what it was, so he missed the opportunity.

The white meat was quickly eaten up.

A waiter sneaked down, and he whispered a few words in Anida’s ear. The president of the Aesthetic Society came to Ryan’s side very regretfully: “Mr. Duckholm, Master Foster is looking for you, are you planning to leave?”

“Ah!” Van Duckholm looked surprised: “Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I have to hurry up I’m gone.”

“Does Mr. Duckholm continue to play? There will be more exciting shows later, and there is also “Life Water”. Drinking it can prolong your life and stay young forever! “Aneda was a little reluctant to leave such a great artist, so she said with comfort, “Master Foster, I can deal with you for you.”

Van Duckholm It seemed that after a very painful ideological struggle, he refused ten times: “However, Mr. Foster is my best friend, and I have no reason to leave him. So, I’m sorry, Ms. Aneda, and I hope there will be more next time. Opportunity, I will let you see my true dark philosophy.”

“That’s really a shame. Aesthetics will always welcome outstanding artists and philosophers like you to participate in our art Sand Dragon. This is a status symbol for the members of the Aesthetic Club, and I hope you can accept it.” Aneda presented a purple medal, and Van Duckholm reached out and took it: “Thank you.”

Ryan, who was incarnation for Van Duckholm, left Violet Manor in this way.

After coming out of the manor and having been away from the manor for at least ten minutes, Ryan took out a glass bottle of about 400 ml from under his cloak, which he “successfully” came. Life Water”.

There is a purple filthy liquid in the glass bottle, and the liquid within the body has countless air waves tumbling irregularly. Ryan can faintly see the devil’s soul wailing and roaring in it.

It is hard to imagine that this will be the fountain of life bred by World Tree.

Yes, the so-called “Life Water” of the Aesthetic Society is actually the way the fountain of life bred from the World Tree in the San Lorenzo Forest where the Wood Elf is located after being polluted and corrupted.

Of course, the fountain of life is listed as an absolutely untradeable object by the wood elves. Under any circumstances, the wood elves refuse to hand over any fountain of life. It will produce a little bit, no one knows how much, but the quantity is definitely very scarce, which is absolute.

However, wood elves are not the only ones in the forest. The powerful wild beast tribes have fought against wood elves in the forest for thousands of years. Sometimes they can also get some fountains of life.

The bottle in Ryan’s hand is the fountain of life that has been corrupted after a large amount of dilution. Although it can prolong life after drinking it, the user has to bear the cost of being corrupted.

Except for Ryan.

Geneplasma lightly stretched out his hand.

The chaotic energy of purple is continuously inhaled by him within the body, and the violent and corrupt energy is continuously transformed by Ryan into clean and pure subspace energy and then absorbed by him.

Two minutes later, the polluted and corrupted fountain of life unexpectedly changed back to its original appearance, and pure life energy spread in the spring.

Reverse corruption, this is the only ability that Ryan has in the entire universe. As long as the object has been a normal creature or item, Ryan can absorb chaotic energy and transform it into pure subspace energy. Condition, it will be changed back to its original appearance.

The Fountain of Life is a good thing, even if it is diluted, it is a good thing, and Ryan cautiously put it away.

Finally, Ryan threw the sign that Anida gave him on the ground, letting the carriage run over him, and he began to think about everything about the evil sect.

The main objects of corruption of the Seiya sect are the upper-class nobles, scholars, and artists. Seiya is not like a warrior god at all. He (he? She? It?) is more like a beauty lover. Artist, lover and god of lewd (harmonious) sticks. Therefore, in some of the wealthy big cities in the southern countries, the worship of sex and abuse is particularly strong, because the wind of indulgence and pleasure prevails there.

The creed of the evil is to tolerate all evil thoughts and try all evil. These creeds make the evil the most popular chaos god among the lazy wealthy class. These people regard the worship of sex as a kind of adjustment to their wealthy, obedient but boring life.

It is “easy” to fall into the worship of sex at first. No matter what the believer does, including eating and sleeping, he can get the spiritual enjoyment that is multiplied, which makes their boring and boring life anew. Full of fun.

But this road of enjoyment quickly becomes very narrow, because once they believe in evil, they will no longer be able to feel any happiness and satisfaction when doing anything second time. The huge Frightening-Soul Sting all over the time creates a sharp contrast. People will not be able to tolerate this contrast, so they will start chasing this sensory stimulation frantically. After ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, they will Gradually languish and extremely declining.

Under this despair and hatred, these exhausted and full of hatred are driven to seek help from other people who understand their terrifying hunger, and they become completely erotic Sinful believers.

Next is the corruption and corruption of morals and rules. They will try to find their own happiness by trying all the evils in the world.

So why do we need faith? This World really needs faith and commandments. Only firm faith and mature commandments can help people avoid corruption and fight against darkness.

After thinking more deeply, Ryan turned his attention back to what was in front of him, then, what is “white meat”?

For seduced believers, eating meat can satisfy their spirit?

Don’t be funny, unless it’s dragon meat and so on rare things, otherwise these lunatics haven’t tried anything?

Wait!

Ryan has a faint inspiration.

White meat?

Is the spirit satisfied?

Rare, easily unavailable, and meat that needs to be shared privately? Can’t be made public?

Ryan feels that he is faintly approaching the truth.

He meticulously recalled all the information collected by the Aesthetic Society so far, and his mind was frantically filtering and retrieving every key information.

Gradually, his memory goes back to that night on Twilight Street, a secret story told by the street girl Sarah.

“I don’t know when Aneda appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society. Her wealth is endless. She has helped dozens of art groups in cities with just one person. Several orphanages have also been built. Although we don’t like her, she has done a good job. The orphans in the orphanage seem to have a high mortality rate, and there are not many adults…”

Orphans hospital? High mortality rate?

There are not many adult children?

The white meat that can be shared privately that can bring people’s spiritual satisfaction?

Ryan’s pupils gradually dilated.

Understood!