Chapter 1055

The confluence of the Serenz River and the Rhine River created a fertile valley area in the Trier region, where villages and manors were dotted like jewels, stringing together the most beautiful and expensive necklace in all of Intis.

Vival Town was a town on the very edge of the Trier region. Both its geographical location and its resources were quite ordinary, and it had never been valued.

In the basement theater of the Wild Rabbit Cafe, there was no puppet show currently performing, but it was still gathered with twenty or thirty audience members.

Some of them were clearly townspeople, while others seemed to have just rushed over from the surrounding countryside, with quite a few mud spots on their trouser legs.

Under the yellowish light of the gas wall lamps, Dalbello, the cafe owner standing in the center of the stage, looked around and raised the black-and-white photo in his hand:

"You have already seen Niel's death photo very clearly just now.

"He tried to betray us, and then, the great 'Disease God' sent down punishment."

In that photo, a man in his thirties had his eyes wide open, frozen in fear, and his face had one ulceration after another, with white bones already visible in many places.

Dalbello was a very typical Intis gentleman; his beautiful blue eyes, slightly curly brown short hair, neatly trimmed beard, and rosy but thin face made him very popular with ladies.

But at this moment, his expression was unusually gloomy and cold, and his gaze swept across the face of every "Disease God" believer.

Those he looked at couldn't help but lower their heads, muttering to themselves:

"Welcome the Disease God, drive away disease!

"Welcome the Disease God, drive away disease!"

Dalbello finally withdrew his gaze and nodded gently:

"Disease has long been sprinkled all over this world. Because of the great 'Disease God's' grace, they haven't devoured the vast majority of humans, only dealing with those who have abandoned the gods.

"I saw with my own eyes that Niel died in pain and regret, tortured to collapse by an incurable disease.

"You must remember that piety is the best medicine; piety is what allows you to stay away from disease!"

After finishing the daily sermon and accepting the offerings from each believer, Dalbello let the fellow believers leave in batches so as not to attract attention.

Then, he returned to the bedroom upstairs and put the newly acquired money into a metal safe.

After doing all this, Dalbello was about to walk toward the door when he suddenly saw a strange change in himself reflected in the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror quickly became a woman—a woman wearing a black robe without her hood pulled up.

The woman looked to be about twenty years old, with hair like a waterfall, each strand lustrous but a bit thicker than a normal person's. Her eyes were like alpine lakes, clear, bright, and dreamy, making Dalbello's soul feel as if it were drowning in them.

For a moment, Dalbello forgot his surprise, forgot his caution, forgot his fear, and just watched the lady in the mirror walk out, walk up to him, feeling as if a beautiful dream had finally come true.

"Oh, my dream goddess, an angel more beautiful than the entire Trier valley, my soul, my heart, is there anything I can do for you?" Dalbello praised the other party as a conditioned reflex, expressing his inner burning.

You Trier people... even if you believe in evil gods and obtain gifts, and your personality becomes alienated, it doesn't affect you blooming your tail feathers like male peacocks in such occasions? Lu Mian revealed a not-so-obvious smile:

"Are you a 'Disease Messenger'?"

Franca had already obtained some information related to the "Disease God" from "007" and knew the names of several gift sequences.

Among them, Sequence 9 is "Patient," also called "Ulcer Patient," Sequence 8 is "Secretary," Sequence 7 is "Parasite," also known as "Corruptor," Sequence 6 is "Disease Messenger," Sequence 5 is "Child of Rot," and Sequence 4 is "Death-Bound."

Dalbello suddenly shuddered, relying on his faith in the "Disease God" to break free from the charm of the beauty in front of him.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." He knew he should find a way to break contact or suddenly make a move to control the other party, but he couldn't bear to.

Lu Mian curled his lips:

"Do you want to hear how I found this place?

"First, I used 'Magic Mirror Divination' to determine the general range, then I infiltrated the official side to get the data of those who died of illness in recent years to make a comparison. Then, I asked Beyonders who are not easily noticed to go to bars and other places to ask if anyone had been seriously ill but suddenly recovered in the last few months. Finally, I went to the hospital morgue to check the deceased during this period.

"Perhaps it was divine protection, but my luck wasn't bad; I discovered Niel, who died of full-body ulceration.

"That doctor and those two nursing assistants are believers of the 'Disease God', right? Relying on them, similar punishments were never exposed, and applying for cremation later was no problem."

Dalbello swallowed his saliva with difficulty and complexity:

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I am a Witch. Do you know what a Witch is?" Lu Mian asked back with a smile.

Dalbello suddenly realized:

"I know a little, no wonder..."

No wonder she has such great charm!

Just relying on her appearance, figure, and temperament, she makes people want to believe!

Although the sect has always emphasized that Witches are enemies, it's not impossible to establish contact. As long as the current interests are consistent, any force can cooperate briefly!

"Then you should also know that our Witch sect is classified as an evil cult by the official side and is suppressed everywhere." Lu Mian said with a rather helpless look in his eyes, "We can't stay in Trier anymore, so we want to find you to cooperate."

"Cooperate?" Dalbello was ten thousand times willing in his heart, but based on his faith in the "Disease God," he still retained the most basic vigilance.

"Right, the Primordial wants to receive the grace of the great 'Disease God' in the future; she is even willing to become the 'Disease God's' partner." Lu Mian said with a half-smile.

Without waiting for Dalbello to respond, he raised his chin slightly and said:

"Report to your superior; in this matter, you definitely cannot make the decision."

Dalbello suddenly felt aggrieved, which gave rise to an impulse:

Kill the superior, become the superior, and then obtain the qualification to talk about cooperation with the beautiful Witch in front of him!

How could he be looked down upon by her?

The last bit of reason allowed Dalbello to control himself, and he said sincerely:

"I, I will find an opportunity to report."

What he meant was, it can't be under your gaze, and I have to change to a safer environment.

Lu Mian nodded slightly, smiled, and said:

"Are you secretly spreading disease, wanting to weaken me and control me?"

Dalbello's face turned red instantly. He stammered and stuttered:

"This, this is just an instinctive choice.

"You came too suddenly, I had to do this."

"I can understand." Lu Mian said with a smile, "But I have to remind you that disease has no effect on Witches."

After speaking, his figure suddenly faded and disappeared right in front of Dalbello.

This was just a projection of Lu Mian descending through the mirror world!

"She is really kind, even reminding me..." Dalbello looked longingly at the full-length mirror in the room and the position where the Witch had just stood, feeling that there was still a faint lingering fragrance in the air.

After a dozen or twenty seconds, he barely managed to get rid of his current state. He looked at the bright sunshine outside, walked quickly out of the master bedroom, came to the study, and opened a secret room.

There was nothing in the secret room; the walls were bare, the paint was mottled, and there were signs of decay everywhere.

Dalbello lit a white candle, locked the secret room door, and carefully checked the surroundings.

After confirming there were no abnormalities, he knelt on both knees and assumed the posture of guilty prayer.

Immediately after, he recited in an ancient, vicissitudinous language whose own semantic meaning seemed to be passing away:

"Messenger of Fall and Corruption, Witness of Human End, Child of Rot and Disease, Palm of the God of Decay, Great 'Disease God'..."

He was praying and pleading to his superior. The first few sentences were directed at the other party, but the "Disease God" sentence was not—his superior, in order to hide his true name, specifically borrowed the honorific of the god he worshipped, saying that he could rely on the description of the first four sentences and the current environment to respond nearby.

As Dalbello recited piously, the secret room, which only had dim candlelight, became increasingly dim, and the candle flame swayed, about to go out.

At the same time, in a room in the house opposite the Wild Rabbit Cafe.

Lu Mian held a simple silver mirror, reflecting the cafe and the building above it.

In reality, pedestrians were coming and going on the street, and there were not many but not few customers in the cafe, but in the mirror, only the corresponding buildings and rooms existed, with no traces of humans or other living things.

No, there was one.

Somewhere in the building in the mirror, in a secret room without windows, Dalbello was kneeling in front of the increasingly dim and dark candle flame, praying piously.

In reality, the secret room in the house still existed, but there was no lit candle, and there was no Dalbello.

After Dalbello finished reciting the honorific name, Lu Mian immediately felt information trying to drill out of the mirror and establish some kind of mystical connection.

He didn't go to block it, nor did he exert any influence.

Soon, Dalbello heard a low, hoarse voice:

"What is it?"

Dalbello reported immediately:

"A Witch found me, representing the Witch sect seeking cooperation."

"Witch..." Dalbello suddenly heard his superior curse with anger, "Idiot, damn it!"

Uh... Before Dalbello could recover, his body rotted rapidly, and intense pain pierced into his mind.

He was bound to die.

But before that, Lu Mian in the real world had already noticed the intent drilling into the mirror world along the previously established mystical connection, falling toward Dalbello.

He immediately reached out his right hand and stroked the surface of the silver mirror.

The intent from afar immediately left a trace in the mirror world.

Franca, who was beside him, held another mirror and used it to perform a "Magic Mirror Divination" on her own spirituality:

"Where is the source of the trace...

"Where is the source of the trace...

"......"

In the blink of an eye, Franca's mirror reflected a scene:

Darkness, closed, it seemed to be the inside of a coffin, and it seemed there was a corpse that hadn't completely rotted yet.

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