The morning light was picturesque.
Caesar opened his eyes slightly. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as he slowly raised them with a dry feeling. In his eyes, he saw a blurry light and shadow. After his gaze gradually focused, an oil painting on the wall that expressed the joy of the autumn harvest was reflected in Caesar's eyes. He blankly turned elsewhere, his neck like a rusty machine, struggling to turn.
He saw candlesticks hanging from the ceiling, wallpaper that had fallen off in some places, two tungsten lamps on the wall, and a mirror. And his lips in the mirror were pale. Caesar found himself lying in bed. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was only a piece of disinfectant gauze on his abdomen. He gently removed the gauze. The wound that Baku had stabbed had already scabbed, leaving behind a sunken scar.
"I'm still alive" Caesar lay down. This was his first thought.
The second thought was, "Where is this?"
"Yes, tell Young Master Allen that I'll go later. Let me see how our big man is doing today …" The door was suddenly pushed open and a middle-aged man walked in. He suddenly saw Caesar and said happily, "You're awake? God bless. Quick, go and inform Young Master Allen that the big man is awake! "
Caesar didn't know what God was, nor did he know who this man was. However, it was obvious that Allen had saved him. Sure enough, not long after, Allen walked into the room dressed in a formal dress. Father Miro retreated and left the room for them.
Allen nodded and said, "You're finally awake, Caesar. You've been unconscious for almost a month. "
"I've been sleeping for so long?" Caesar said in surprise.
"Your wound is infected. Although you managed to survive in the end, the virus seems to have affected your nervous system." Allen pointed to his head and said, "The doctor said you might never wake up, but I know you won't sleep like this."
Caesar seemed to have thought of something. His chest rose and fell as he said excitedly, "I have to go back."
"No, no, no. You're still very weak. Lie down quickly." Allen pressed him back to the bed. "Who hurt you, Caesar? That night, Baku said you were killed by Storm City's army … "
"Baku." Caesar smiled bitterly. "The man who used to be my brother has changed, my friend. He was obscured by anger, and all that was left in Baku's body was an angry, vengeful soul. He was the one who attacked me! "
"Baku did it?" Allen didn't seem to have much of a reaction. He asked, "Why?"
"I don't know, but he mentioned releasing the demons from his ancestors' graves. Maybe killing me is part of his plan. "
"Ancestral tombs? Demon? "Allen frowned." What's going on? "
Caesar shook his head and said, "The people of Sur City have always thought that there are treasures in the Ash Mountain Range, but we know that there are no so-called treasures in that mountain. We, the Baimon people, have lived in the mountains for generations in order to guard this demon and ensure that it cannot leave. Otherwise, it will destroy everything. "
"Devil? Caesar, is the devil you are talking about the legendary creature? "Allen was in disbelief. He believed that this was some kind of metaphor.
At this moment, the door opened and Father Miro reminded, "Young Master Allen, it's time for you to go to the temple. The wedding is about to begin."
"Wedding?" Caesar looked at Allen in surprise.
Allen shook his head and smiled, "It's a friend's wedding. It's very important. I have to be there. You rest first and we'll talk about it when I get back. "
Today was the wedding day of Edward and Nero, and the wedding was held in the temple in Sur City. The world's faith had nothing to do with Christ, and the deities they believed in were different from place to place. For example, in the Bailey Empire, people generally believed in the God of War, Sabis. There was a War God Temple in Sur City. Now, in a room in the temple, Nero was looking at herself in the mirror.
She, who was still slightly young, had already been dressed by the maid, and she was just short of combing her long brown hair. Nero clenched her small hands tightly. There was some anger in her eyes, but more helplessness. Nero was furious when she found out that her father had used his marriage to make a sale. But what was the use of being angry? In fact, she also knew that many women were like her, needing to trade their marriage.
However, she did not expect that her father would become the City Lord overnight. But she didn't expect that Ethan would marry her to an outsider.
She didn't even know who Edward was.
At this moment, someone walked in. Niru saw that it was a handsome youth about the same age as her. His sea-blue eyes shone like blue gems in the sunlight that shone through the window. Nero watched him walk towards her and take the comb from the maid's hand. Then, he combed her hair gently.
"I'm Edward, beautiful Miss Nero." Edward said softly.
Nero's body trembled slightly.
Edward combed her hair seriously, "I know that Miss Nero doesn't even know who I am, and I understand the harm this political marriage has done to you. But please believe me, no matter what, I will take good care of you. I won't let you suffer even the slightest bit of grievance, so Miss Nero, please rest assured and leave yourself to me. "
He lowered his body slightly and kissed Niru's cheek. He looked up at the mirror and said, "Look, you are so charming and moving. I am very happy to have a wife like you. "
With a dexterous hand, he coiled Nero's long hair up on her head. Edward took a crown pin from the side and fixed it on her head before leaving with a smile. Nero felt her heart beating fast. She suddenly thought that this husband wasn't too bad. At least, he was gentle and handsome.
But …
Nero frowned slightly. When he looked in the mirror just now, his eyes seemed to have turned from sea-blue to golden?
The girl shook her head, thinking that she must have been mistaken.
Outside the room, Edward sighed softly and said, "Just treat it as compensation for you."
In the main hall of the temple, the invited guests had already arrived. There were no empty seats in the hall, and some people even had to stand. On the stage, Ethan stretched out his hand and pressed it down, silencing the crowd below. He said, "Distinguished guests, I would like to announce two major events today. The first is naturally the marriage between my daughter, Nero, and Edward. Edward is a young and capable man. I am relieved to leave Nero to him. "
The people below whispered. When they heard the news of Nero and Edward's marriage, they naturally associated Ethan with Allen. Those with rich imagination had already vaguely guessed that Baron York's death was definitely related to these two people. However, they only dared to guess in private. After all, it was legal for Ethan to inherit York's estate. If anyone questioned it, the first person to jump out would not be Ethan, but the empire's constitutional executive.
"The second thing is to take this opportunity to announce to everyone that because of Mr. Allen's great contribution to Sur City, I am honored to invite him to join our Chamber of Commerce and serve as the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce. I believe that under Mr. Allen's leadership, our Sur City's economy will grow by leaps and bounds. "
Hearing this news, Sean smiled bitterly, but he didn't dare to stand up and object. The automated textile machines that Allen had provided had earned him a good reputation in the city and in the handicraft workshops. Now, including Sean, they were all counting on him to provide some more advanced textile technology, thereby greatly increasing the output and quality of textiles.
Naturally, such a person becoming the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce could be considered worthy.
Ethan watched with satisfaction as the guests cheered and applauded the two major events he had announced. As for the other gazes in the eyes of some people, he automatically ignored them.
Today was a very important day for many people. Edward was the same, Allen was the same, and even Baku was no exception.
While the wedding of the City Lord's daughter was being held in the War God Temple of Sur City, Baku was standing at the edge of a cave in the Ash Mountains. On both sides of the cave, the bones of wild beasts were buried in the hollowed out caves, making the cave look very gloomy. There was a faint light of fire in the cave, and by the light of the fire, one could see that the passageway in the cave sloped down. From time to time, a gloomy wind would blow from the cave, and the sound of the wind was like the whispers of a devil in hell.
Behind Baku, Vajra and a few Baymond leaders were present. Today, Baku washed away all the paint on his face and restored his truest self. He was only wearing a grass skirt. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
"Have you thought about it? Baku. Once you enter, there is no room for regret. "Vajra reminded.
Baku grinned and said, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I want to go in, Vajra. I will obtain the power of the Abyss Devil and raze Sur City to avenge Caesar! "
Vajra nodded and took a few steps back. "May the souls of your ancestors take care of you."
Baku drilled into the cave without hesitation, which would lead to the depths of the graves of the ancestors of the Baymonds. At the same time, there was also the blood of the Abyss Devils sealed there. The Abyss Devils that were passed down from generation to generation in Baymond were actually Abyss Devil blood. Obtaining the Abyss Devil's blood was equivalent to obtaining the power of the Abyss Devil. However, only a few people knew about this. Moreover, the Baymonds who knew about it were unwilling to use the Abyss Devil's blood.
Because at the same time as obtaining the Abyss Devil's blood, that person would also become a Abyss Devil. No one wanted to transform into a devil, but Baku was an exception. This man, whose heart was burning with anger, was willing to go straight to hell in exchange for the power of revenge. Perhaps on that night two years ago, when his wife and children died in front of him, this man had already turned into a devil.
A demon born for vengeance!
Baku walked into the cave, and the road beneath his feet began to become rugged. Sharp edges began to appear on the road, and when he stepped on it, the edges of the stone immediately cut through his skin. Gradually, a bloody footprint appeared on the ground. And there would be many, many footprints like this.
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