Dorian, the demon ssenger, once a collaborator with Eliphas, is now wandering aimlessly.
Ever since he ca into contact with the Mad Fire, his ntal state has never been quite right. No one knows what he might do in the next second.
Although he fortunately escaped the siege, he was severely injured and found it difficult to recover for a long ti. As a result, he fell into a pitiful situation, sotis even unable to defeat the wild beasts in the suburbs.
Since then, he has been plagued by a feeling—he often feels that he is being watched, but upon searching, he finds nothing. This feeling follows him like a shadow, driving him almost to madness.
Thus, Dorian considered this feeling of being watched as Mad Fire gazing at him, further deteriorating his ntal state.
He had heard about an adventurer in Black Stone City who broadcasted Mad Fire in front of the entire city and ruined the whole place in an instant.
"Anyone who can do such a big thing must also worship Mad Fire like !"
After saying these words, he discreetly sneaked into Black Stone City, but couldn't find the adventurer who made a big deal there, so he ended up running into the Sain Dungeon.
After a series of twists and turns, he successfully reached Sick Village, witnessing Mad Fire Patients and happily exchanged glances with them countless tis. Each ti he went mad, but each ti he recovered, he would seek another exchange of glances.
For him, this feeling of madness was like a deep communication with Mad Fire, an addictive behavior. He could spend a lifeti going mad here!
Thus visibly, Dorian was ruined, spending his days slackened inside Sick Village. During these decadent days, the feeling of being watched seed to weaken.
But after so ti, he experienced a brief mont of clarity, because the priest's token left on him suddenly vibrated, urging him to continue relaying information back.
Dorian woke up, suddenly realizing that his days living in Sick Village, although comfortable, seed to bring no benefit.
"It must be because their Mad Fire is too weak. I need to find a stronger Mad Fire!"
But inside the Sain Dungeon, apart from Sick Village, he couldn't seem to find any other places with Mad Fire. After searching round and finding nothing, he decided to temporarily return to the surface.
Upon stepping out of the Teleportation Gate, he imdiately encountered Radagon battling against Younka, the mighty ripples from their fight promptly triggering him, causing him to hurriedly flee.
Then, he blended into the Imperial Capital to gather intelligence here. To make ends et, he even worked on construction sites, selling labor for food. Hundreds of tiles in a certain noble's house were laid by him.
Yet, the life in the Imperial Capital was really tough, to avoid exposure, he couldn't kill or rob, thus the great demon reduced to a laborer. This dissatisfaction caused his resentnt to grow day by day, finally erupting today!
Enraged, he slaughtered the pet dog of the noble who deducted his wages!
Such relief!
With the principle of not wasting, he was gnawing on the pet dog, feeling a sorrowful thought that in this life he might never find Mad Fire stronger than Mad Fire Patients, possibly living an ordinary life till the end.
Then ca the present mont.
He t a Scaroon refugee who claid to be a Mad Fire believer.
"What did you just... say?"
Dorian asked slowly, with an expression full of bewildernt.
It was his first ti hearing about Mad Fire belief from soone else, and it was a human. This talk was so absurd that he couldn't even believe, his tone shocked like a Death God wielding a Tachi.
"Ah, ah wah wah wah..."
The refugee made chaotic sounds, for he saw the bloody scene before Dorian.
Why, why would there be a corpse in the alleys of the Imperial Capital, what animal's corpse!?
The only consolation was that the corpse didn't seem like a human, but rather so large canine animal. Judging from the shiny fur, it was probably a pet raised by so noble.
But it was terrifying enough, the old man just now was crouching in front of the corpse, feasting!
In panic, the refugee fell to the ground, "Ah wah yee hoo whiz" kind of chaotic interjections sprang out of his mouth one after another, showing he was quite frightened.
However, the more panicked the refugee shouted, the brighter Dorian's eyes beca, his eyeing of the other increasingly assured.
Yes, this chaotic and disordered speaking! Exactly like my state when going mad!
Looking at the refugee, Dorian's eyes showed admiration. Although he didn't feel any Mad Fire scent from this guy, the chaotic speaking was very Mad Fire-like.
He steadily increased his trust towards the refugee!
"Plop!"
Dorian's bloodstained hand warmly grabbed the refugee's arm, showing what he considered a harmonious smile, gently asking:
"Do you believe in Mad Fire?"
"Eek!" The refugee made a sound that didn't seem humanly possible, terror kept him from speaking out, yet his speechless state made him more credible in Dorian's eyes.
"Rarely do I find soone sharing my faith, here, I offer you this." Dorian warmly handed over a piece of pet dog's liver.
Even though the refugee clamped his jaw firmly, he was still humiliated into breaking his defense, the slippery liver being cramd into his mouth, subconsciously swallowing it.
Wha wha wha I am unclean now!
Despite the fear, his brain was working at full speed, after all, he was soone who had escaped from the war-stricken Ten Thousand Religions Country, possessing so skills.
Finally, he ca to an unfortunate conclusion—this fake Mad Fire believer had t a real Mad Fire believer.
And the guy before him seed like a thorough lunatic! No, he should be called a fanatic!
Done for, if he couldn't muddle through this wave, he was dood!
"Hey, what do you think of Mad Fire?" Just then, Dorian asked with a smile.
Note: he was now gaunt, clothes tattered, completely blood-covered, standing against the sunlight rendering his face dark with only sharp teeth exposed due to the smile. The at stuck between his teeth was still visible.
In short, he seed like a ghost in the refugee's eyes.
In the refugee's view, this was a deathly question.
The refugee's brain stiffened for a mont, then a brainstorm quickly unfolded.
Calm down, Todd, calm down, you must carefully consider the next question, or else your head will relocate.
A refugee nad Todd hesitated for a mont, then with great effort, amidst his inner turmoil, nervously answered before Dorian beca suspicious:
"Very, very warm...?"
This is a common characteristic of fire, I shouldn't be wrong!
"That's right, that's right, it's very warm," Dorian nodded, but he still seed unsatisfied, "What else?"
"Also... also..."
Todd gritted his teeth and said, "Very dignified!"
"Very dignified, is it? I suppose."
Dorian's reaction was sowhat indifferent, making Todd's body tremble. He quickly continued brainstorming, inspecting the other party's appearance.
Hurry up Todd, find sothing that will satisfy this guy!
At that mont, he keenly noticed Dorian's features, seeing burn marks across his skin, clearly results of fla burns.
These burns, the places and shapes they appear... I understand!
With a desperate resolve, he shouted, "Makes you irresistibly want to embrace it!"
As soon as he said this, the air fell silent, Dorian's eyes widened as he looked at Todd, seemingly surprised by his words.
Could it be I answered incorrectly? Todd nervously swallowed hard.
In the next mont, a large hand suddenly grabbed his hair!
Todd thought, this is the end for , but he suddenly heard Dorian's loud laughter, with the large hand roughly tousling his hair.
"Hahaha, you punk got it right, absolutely right! That's exactly what it feels like; the sa feeling I have! I'm starting to get jealous of you!"
"Heh, heh-heh..."
Todd could only nervously smile back, relieved inside, it seed he wouldn't die today.
After today, he was determined never to worship any Mad Fire again, heaven knows why this fanatic in front of him would actively seek to embrace flas, it's frightening!
Could it be this is actually a cult? No wonder the people in this city don't welco , it's my own fault.
Amidst the laughter, Dorian suddenly threw out another question.
"How do you co into contact with Mad Fire? Why doesn't your body have a sll?"
"How, how did I co into contact?"
Todd froze, his mind beginning to stall, cold sweat slowly erging, he didn't know how to answer this question!
As the silence prolonged, Dorian's eyes towards him carried suspicion, Todd was almost drowning in cold sweat, the air turning heavy...
"Woof woof!"
"Over here, those refugees have run over here!"
Suddenly, two guards appeared at the alley entrance, leading dogs, shouting at Todd, "Catch him, this guy is a dangerous elent spreading Mad Fire faith everywhere!"
Upon hearing this, Todd noticed suspicion towards him vanished from Dorian's eyes.
Great, let the guards take away, I don't want to stay with this madman any longer!
The guards' figures appeared angelic in his eyes, he even opened his arms wide.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled sounds rang out, and when he opened his eyes in confusion, he found the two guards had been knocked out.
The handiwork was naturally Dorian's.
No way, is this old man so powerful!
Despair filled Todd's gaze, wondering why he had fallen to such a state, was it due to poor topic choices at the start-up stage?
More voices from guards ca, Dorian suddenly lifted Todd onto his shoulder and ran towards the exit with long strides, laughing while asking:
"Are there more believers? I want to et more friends!"
Todd, as if his heart died, realized he seed to have boarded a pirate ship, unable to escape, after thinking for a few seconds, he answered angrily:
"At Scaroon, everyone's at Scaroon!"
If he could return to familiar territory, perhaps he might find the opportunity to shake off Dorian, plus it's a long journey, enough ti to think up a strategy; by the ti Dorian reached Scaroon, he might be safe.
That's what he thought, and perhaps it would make Dorian think it's too far and not want to go.
Who knew Dorian's spirits were suddenly lifted, loudly stating, "Alright, then let's go to Scaroon!"
Todd was speechless.
They burst out of the alley, running wildly through the crowd, the guards unable to keep up with their speed, Todd desperately surveyed his surroundings, realizing nobody paid attention to them, after all, they just looked like ordinary refugees.
Sigh, let it be, let it all be destroyed then...
The gust from Dorian's run stirred people's robes and skirts, even uncovering soone's hood.
Though the person swiftly donned the hood again, Todd inadvertently caught a glimpse of his face.
"Huh?"
Todd emitted a sound of confusion, for that face suddenly seed familiar, like he had seen it sowhere before.
He suddenly rembered, his body trembling with excitent.
It's the person on the wanted poster!
User Comments
0 comments from readers