Warhammer Throne

"Hello, Mr. Duckholm, I have never heard of your name, can you elaborate on it?" Anida recalled carefully and found that he had never heard of this person, but since there was an introduction by Master Foster , This person can't have no background. ..

"I'm from the Ligurian Kingdom in the South." Van Duckholm said, "I wanted to be an actor, um, an actor who performed in a theater, but failed to apply for a hundred auditions and played a few small roles. After the'color', you know, 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 some unexplained brilliance: "Welcome very much! Mr. Darkholm! On behalf of Aesthetics, I will welcome you!"

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

"What the **** are you talking about?" After entering the manor, the architect Foster still couldn't understand what Ryan was talking about, and how Anida's attitude changed suddenly, not welcoming Ryan's "Fan- Duckholm".

"Hehe~Mr. Foster, don't worry, I am not interested in the banquet of these hedonistic believers, but this time I am here to investigate some important things, and I will thank you very much after it is done." Ryan whispered. To say.

"What can I thank you as an old man?" Foster shook his head helplessly. He has no shortage of money and reputation. The architect who has half his foot in the coffin feels that there is nothing to impress him.

"Forget it, anyway, this is Schultz’s request. I will pretend to be uncomfortable and find a place to rest. Please remember that young people, a real artist must never be alone in a corner. Be sure to follow Everyone's topic! Even if you don't understand anything, then just praise more and comment less!" Foster'touched' his beautiful white short beard, and asked Ryan again.

"I know, I know~" Ryan continued to explain, his confident appearance made the architect shook his head again and again, and the old master thought that the young people nowadays are really confident.

Inside the hot manor, Ryan quickly joined the conversation with a glass of red wine, while Foster drank a little red wine and talked a few words pretending to be weak, and found a place to rest. .

After all, the architect is very old, and everyone involved in the salon understands his situation. Foster takes a nap in the lounge under the leadership of the ‘waiter’.

By the time he woke up, the art salon had entered the climax stage.

What shocked the old gentleman was that in one corner, Ryan had become the focus of artists. He was alone in a group of artists who were dressed in bright and gorgeous clothes, and spit out all kinds of perfumes and sluggish spirits. We talked freely.

"Yes, so in this process, the role I showed was like this, the master."

"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 liked me very much."

"The fist is thirty silver coins at a time...that is, the customers who like this kind of service are a little too drunk, they want to relax a little... and then I will 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 violently.

"It's another kind of unprecedented stimulus, Mr. Duckholm, can I be your guest?" The face of a ‘woman’ was also full of excitement.

"Oh! Of course, we can all get enough stimulation in this process."

"Wow! This is really ‘great’!"

The faces of this group of artists and nobles have strange distortions and neurotic enthusiasm. They pulled Van Duckholm to ask this question, the atmosphere was fiery, and even the president of the Aesthetic Society Anida said excitedly : "Oh, Mr. Duckholm, you are such an amazing artist."

"Yes, you see, I invented some combinations between leather and rope. I think they are very'great'. They are my works. If you are interested, I can show them to you." Van Duckholm took out Some filthy pictures were taken, but the nobles and artists in the corner regarded them as treasures. They passed them around and made admiring voices: "It's a work of God!"

Seeing Foster appearing, Van Duckholm signaled that he would be unaccompanied. He walked to the corner alone: ​​"Master Foster, I have been invited to an underground banquet. After I go in for ten minutes, you let the'servant' 'The person went to me and said that he would take me away."

For a long time, Foster hadn’t figured out how Ryan got into the circle of Aestheticism so smoothly, 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’.

Obviously his depraved and perverted theory just now has gained the trust of these ‘chaotic’ chaos sects, who firmly believe that Ryan is a fellow like them, corrupt and depraved.

Only Ryan knew why he came.

Passing through the ‘yin’, cold and ‘tide’ wet tunnel, Ryan participated in a more secret banquet.

The “chaos” of this banquet is inconvenient to describe in words. “Artists” are indulging in pleasure and frantically requesting to enlarge the “desire” of society through various channels. They discover beauty and happiness, and indulge in “fascination”. For more cruel pleasures and disgusting perverted pleasure, they loudly planned how to eradicate those sects that emphasize virtue and commandments, and how to achieve the goal of "building" Marienburg into "absolutely beautiful place".

"Anything that obstructs the eyes from viewing aesthetics is like a poisonous'medicine' boiling in the blood vessels, which must be eliminated or transformed!" This is in the'damp' and'yin' cold basement, a highly respected and educated artist. Said frantically.

"agree!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The distorted "artists" responded frantically.

"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'meat' are completely invisible from the outside. Since the'meat' was brought in, no one asked what kind of'meat' it was, and no one asked where it came from, but everyone rushed to eat it. 'Meat', every bite is like no enjoyment.

Only Ryan didn't rush to eat. He looked a little sleepy and ‘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 into Anida's ear. The president of the Aesthetic Society came to Ryan's side with regret: "Mr. Duckholm, Foster The master is looking for you, are you planning to leave?"

"Ah!" Van Duckholm looked surprised. "Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I have to go quickly."

"Mr. Duckholm doesn't plan to continue playing? There will be more exciting shows later, and there is also the "water of life". Drinking it can prolong your life and stay green forever!" Aneda Some reluctant to leave such a great art artist like this, so she persuaded: "Master Foster, I can deal with you for you."

Van Duckholm seemed to have gone through an extremely painful ideological struggle before he refused: "However, Mr. Foster is my best friend. I have no reason to leave him, so I apologize to Aneda." Lady, I hope that next time I have a chance, I will let you see my true dark philosophy."

"That's really a shame. Aesthetic Club always welcomes outstanding artists and philosophers like you to participate in our art salon. This is a status symbol of Aesthetic Club's members, and I hope you can accept it." Anieda gave a purple' Van Duckholm stretched out his hand to take the "Less" medal: "Thank you."

So Ryan, who became Van Duckholm, left the Violet Manor in this way.

After getting out of the manor and having been away from the manor for at least ten minutes, Ryan ‘fetched’ a glass bottle of about 400 ml from under his cloak, which was the "water of life" he had "successfully" "successfully".

There was a purple ‘colored’ filthy liquid in the glass bottle, and there were countless air ‘waves’ inside the liquid tumbling unceasingly, and Ryan could faintly see demonic souls wailing and roaring in it.

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

Yes, the so-called "water of life" by the Aesthetic Society is actually the state of the fountain of life bred by the world tree of the San Lorenzo forest where the wood ‘jing’ is located after being polluted and corrupted.

The fountain of life is of course listed by the wood'jing' spirit as an object that can never be'translated'. Under any circumstances, the wood'jing' spirit refuses to'hand over' any little bit of the fountain of life, this kind of fleshy bones of the living dead. The Shenshui only produces a small amount a year. No one knows how much, but the quantity is definitely very rare. This is absolute.

However, the forest is not limited to the existence of wood ‘jing’ spirits. The powerful tribes of beasts have been ‘fighting’ with wood ‘jing’ spirits in the forest for thousands of years, and sometimes they can also get some fountains of life.

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

Except Ryan.

The Genome gently stretched out his hand.

The ‘chaotic’ energies of the purple ‘color’ were continuously sucked into his body by him, and these violent and corrupt energies were continuously transformed by Len into clean and ‘pure’ subspace energies and then absorbed by him.

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

Reversal of corruption, this is the only ability that Ryan has in the entire universe. As long as the object was a normal creature or item, Ryan can absorb the'chaotic' energy, and then transform it into pure subspace energy. If certain conditions are met, it will be restored. Change back to the original state.

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

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

The main targets of corruption of the ‘Sex’ evil sect are nobles, scholars and artists. The ‘Sex’ evil is not at all like a warrior god. He is more like a beauty lover, an artist, a lover and a **** of ‘kinky’ sticks. Therefore, in the wealthy big cities of those southern countries, the forces that worship ‘sexuality’ and abuse are particularly strong, because there is a prevalence of ‘desire’ and enjoyment.

The creed of ‘Sex’ evil is to tolerate all evil thoughts and try all evils. These creeds make ‘Sex’ evil the most popular ‘chaotic’ **** among those lazy, wealthy classes. These people regard their worship of ‘color’ evil as an adjustment to their wealthy, obedient but boring life.

It is “easy” to fall into the worship of'Less' evil at first. Believers can get a multi-fold magnification of their'spiritual' enjoyment no matter what they do, including eating and sleeping, which makes their boring and boring life full of fun again. .

However, this road of enjoyment quickly became very narrow, because once they believed in the evil of sex, they would no longer be able to feel any happiness and satisfaction, and the greatness of the first time. There is a sharp contrast between the "spirit" and the "excitation". People will not be able to tolerate this contrast, so they will start to chase this sensory "excitation" frantically. After ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, they Will gradually decline and decline.

With this kind of despair and hatred, these exhausted and hateful people were driven to seek help from others who understood his terrible hunger and thirst, and they completely became a ‘lust’ evil believer.

Next comes the corruption and corruption of morals and rules. They will try to find their own happiness by trying all the evils of 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 ‘lust’ evil believers, eating ‘meat’ can satisfy their ‘spirit’?

Don't be funny, unless it's a rare thing like dragon meat, otherwise these lunatics haven't tried anything?

and many more!

Ryan had a faint inspiration.

White'meat'?

Is the "spirit" satisfied?

Rare, easily unavailable, "meat" that needs to be shared ‘private’? Can't be made public?

Ryan felt that he had faintly approached the truth.

He carefully recalled all the information of the Aesthetic Society collected so far, and his mind frantically filtered and retrieved every key information.

Gradually, his memory returned to that night on the evening'Se' Street, a secret story told by the'female' Sarah who stood on the street.

"I don’t know when, when Anida appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society, her wealth is endless. She only supported art groups in dozens of cities with one person, and she also built several orphanages. Although we don’t like her, what she did is good. The orphans in the orphanage seem to have a high mortality rate, and not many adults..."

Orphanage? High mortality rate?

There are not many grown-up children?

The white'meat' that can be shared in'private' can bring people's'essence' and spiritual satisfaction?

Ryan's pupils gradually dilated.

Understood!