"Since you want to know the truth, I'll tell you." Perhaps it was because of the previous encounter, Bolenlang's mentality had undergone a subtle change. He slowly walked to the side and pointed at the dagger that had fallen to the ground when he was subdued by Alex. "But before that, let's destroy this dagger first."
Alex stepped forward and took the dagger in his hand. For some reason, when he held the seemingly ordinary dagger in his hand, he felt as if he was hearing the whispers of demons. He also felt a chill running down his spine.
"This dagger is strange," Alex muttered. "It contains a lot of negative energy … It shouldn't exist in this world."
Angor looked at Alex in surprise. As an alchemist, he could easily tell that the dagger was contaminated with death energy for a long time, which was why it was giving off such a chilling aura. But Alex was just a mortal. He didn't expect that he could see through the dagger so easily.
"This dagger came from the death dimension, and it contains the aura of that dimension. That's why she could sense the dagger and locate us, so she could kill me," Bran Lang said. "She thinks I'm dead, but the dagger is still here. If she remembers the dagger, she'll come back at any time. We need to destroy the dagger as soon as possible. "
Bran Lang's words revealed a lot of information, including the death dimension and the "she" he mentioned. Alex was even more confused now.
"I know what you want to ask. I'll tell you everything once I'm done with the dagger," Bran Lang said.
Alex hesitated and nodded. He was about to destroy the dagger when Angor walked over.
He took the dagger from Alex's hand. "This dagger contains a lot of death energy. It's harmful to living beings, but it's also effective against undead creatures. It'll be a shame to destroy it. "
While speaking, he waved his hand and covered the dagger with a layer of coating. The originally abundant death aura suddenly disappeared, and the dagger became simple and unadorned.
Angor handed the transformed dagger to Alex. "This dagger can harm undead creatures. I think it might be useful for you. As for its aura, I used an illusion to cover it up. The illusion is powered by the death energy in the dagger. As long as the death energy remains, the illusion won't disappear. "
Alex accepted the new dagger and didn't feel the chilling aura anymore. Also, the dagger would hide itself because of the illusion when he wasn't using it. Only when he wielded the dagger would it show up as a faint shadow.
Now that he knew there were undead creatures in this cage, he might have to face them one day. Such a dagger would be of great use to him.
"Thank you." Alex thanked Angor in a serious tone.
After the dagger's aura was concealed, Bran Lang let out a sigh of relief.
"You're the one who talked to Alex on the watchtower last night, aren't you?"
Angor nodded.
"I've never seen you in Guste. Who are you?" Bran Angor looked at Angor in confusion. This was a sealed world. Why was there an anomaly here?
"I'm just a passing traveler who was forced to get off the train before it reached its destination."
Bran Angor's answer didn't convince Bran Angor. He didn't know if he should tell the truth in front of such an anomaly.
However, Alex didn't stop him. It seemed he wasn't wary of Angor. Besides, Bran Angor saved Bran Angor's life before. With this in mind, Bran Angor decided to ignore Angor's existence and began to tell the truth.
"You're right. Ghost Town isn't a complete world. It's a small dimension that was created by someone else. The cage you speak of may be able to express the meaning even more deeply, because we are all birds in a cage … "
Bran Angor didn't know much about the world outside the cage. Everything he knew was just a piece of memory.
"I didn't know that this memory didn't belong to me. I even considered it as my own truth. Until one day, when I was praying to the Father, I suddenly began to have doubts about what I was holding on to, and this doubt was like a seed that slowly sprouted and grew. "
"Thus, I began to examine myself. I peeled back each and every memory. In the end, I confirmed one thing. Those memories did not belong to me. They belonged to an unknown existence. Perhaps, it was a powerful existence outside the cage who forcefully placed those memories into my mind."
"From that day on, I began to hide myself and serve God even more faithfully.
"I thought my life would always be like this. Until, Alex, you floated to Ghost Town along the river. "
Alex didn't understand what Bran Angor meant. "What's that memory? What did my arrival change? "
Bran Angor remained silent as if he was considering whether he should tell the truth. But when he looked at Alex's determined eyes, he couldn't help but think about what Alex did when he thought he was dead.
In the end, Bran Angor sighed. "The memory doesn't belong to me. It's a long one. Without all the complicated information about the cage, there's only one thing I want to tell you.
"To kill all outsiders."
Alex's pupils shrank. "Father, you mean …"
Bran Angor nodded. "Yes. That memory told me to kill outsiders. For example, you."
Alex's throat moved, and his eyes flashed with surprise. He had always thought that he was just a cold observer of this matter, but he never thought that he was actually a participant, and a real core participant.
Angor wasn't too surprised to hear that. He already noticed that Alex was different from the others in this place. Not only did he speak in a different way, but he also had a different way of thinking. Even his aura was different from the others. Back then, Angor had a hunch that the Confinement was meant to protect Alex.
And it turned out that he was right. What he didn't expect was that the cage was meant to kill Alex.
But Alex was still alive, which meant Bran Angor didn't want to kill him.
"When I saw you floating towards me, I knew that my mission, the meaning of my existence, was to kill you." Bran Angor lowered his head. "Maybe it was because of a moment of rebellion. Or maybe it was because your white hair reminded me of Father. I know how terrible death can be. But I can't kill you because of a memory that doesn't belong to me. I can't do it. "
So Bran Angor didn't kill Alex. Instead, he adopted him.
But the memory that didn't belong to Bran Angor kept reminding him to kill Alex.
In order to prevent himself from being impulsive, Bro Lunlang taught Alex to recite the Holy Scripture at all times. Only when Alex recited the Holy Scripture would Bro Lunlang feel that he was the messenger of God the Father, in the name of God the Father. He couldn't kill Alex to go against Father's will.
In short, Bran Angor was using his religious beliefs to fight against the memory.
Bran Angor believed in God the most, so he decided to turn Alex into a "Father" so that he wouldn't kill Alex.
"I know you don't care about the scripture. But I want you to read it not only to enlighten you, but also to save myself."
Bran Angor continued, "As you learned more about the scripture, my killing intent calmed down. I thought I won against the memory that doesn't belong to me. I thought this life would continue until I gave you the Kruje Church after a hundred years. But … "
"That's when Mrs. Connie got away from her."
Alex said, "I just want to use Mrs. Connie to find out the truth about Ghost Town. What does she have to do with this? Who is she? "
Bran Angor didn't answer Alex's question right away. Instead, he continued, "I know that the safety of Ghost Town is in a dangerous balance. That's because the powerful existence that built the Confinement didn't do it for the sake of creating a paradise. "
"The meaning of the Confinement is chaos, blood, and slaughter … Moreover, it keeps all outsiders in this Asura Field."
"Because I know the meaning of the Cage, I don't want the Cage to become like that. That's why I tried my best to maintain this fragile balance. I adopted you and used the scripture to enlighten you, but I also hoped that you wouldn't destroy this balance."
"But, you are an outsider after all. Your vision has never been shackled by this small Cage. You are also curious and thirsty for the truth. So, your pursuit of the truth has broken this fragile balance. "
"Mrs. Connie's disappearance gave her the chance to turn the Cage into a hell."
Bran Angor turned back to look into the distance. The cries were still echoing in the viscount's mansion.
"Her killing intent has been aroused. Even if Mrs. Connie comes back, she won't be able to change anything. This Cage will eventually turn into a hell. This is probably … going back on the right track. "
Bran Angor's eyes were filled with despondency and despair. Watching the balance being broken and the world falling apart, he didn't feel good at all.
In his eyes, Bran Angor was like a marionette in a stage play. One day, the marionette realized something and realized that he was a marionette. He also realized that he wasn't moving according to his will. Instead, he was being pulled by strings.
So, the marionette began to rebel. He tried his best to escape from the strings.
Maybe he really did get rid of the strings at some point.
But he forgot that the strings were only a trigger. The marionette was still on the stage. As long as the other actors on the stage were still doing their jobs, he would never be able to get rid of this stage play.
He couldn't do anything about it.
After a period of grief, Bran Lang finally came to his senses and spoke of the most important matter.
The space of the dead in the Cage, and "her".
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