"This kind of beauty is called blooming."
In the past, even slave traders could only get their hands on them for a dozen gold coins. Now, these fine Ionian girls had been turned into piles of 'gorgeous' meat. Although Sven had to admit that the arrangement of the meat pieces was indeed artistic, he wished that he hadn't come here today so that none of this would have happened.
But he knew that it was impossible. As long as he was still alive, this guy would use all sorts of methods to bring these girls to him and perform 'art' for him.
"Seems like I'm on your must-kill list."
Even though the smell of blood and screams had spread in the tavern, Sven still looked at the masked man in front of him expressionlessly. He lifted his chopsticks and picked up the steaming beef that the masked man brought over. Sure enough, he found something that didn't belong to the beef underneath.
It was a human organ. It was very easy to identify. Judging from the shape, it was undoubtedly cooked alive. Of course, he had never eaten such a thing before, nor did he have such a hobby. But when he was in Noxus, he had seen all sorts of torture and learned from the corpse collectors and executioners.
After all, in this world, corpses would reveal more information than people.
He didn't waver, even though his actions were crazy even for the Noxus people. He continued to push away the distinctly shaped piece of flesh, revealing the coin underneath.
There were more than 30 silver coins. The amount was enough for him to find a daring ship and board. Or, he could find a wooden barrel on the ship that delivered all sorts of supplies from Piltworf and go to Piltworf without a single silver coin. It was obvious that the masked man knew everything about him like the back of his hand. It was as though the masked man didn't commit any crimes in different places all this time and was just spying on him.
"You noticed it? Yes, that's right. Ah, right. You have to finish the meat on top before you can take the money and leave this place. "
Waving his knife, the masked man's words were full of joy.
"The girl accidentally fell and killed the cow while trying to avoid the Noxus people. Her father told her that he would rather she die than let the cow die. If the cow was alive, it could be sold for enough money to cure her brother's illness. So I made a deal with the despairing girl. I let the Ionian girl, who was now worthless, cook for herself. I used the original price to buy her and the cow that she fell to her death. I gave her enough money for her family to live a happy life. But what she didn't know was that I wasn't interested in her. I wanted her to … "
He could no longer hold back the smile in his voice.
"… I gave it to the Noxus people and her brother and father. But it had to be said that even though she was crying and wailing, her culinary skills were still not bad. She was also a very good and obedient actress. And in spite of the struggles, the despair, the hope, the painful struggles and the uncontrollable grief, with my help she still managed to complete a fine work of art, an opera. But unfortunately, even though her performance could be said to be a masterpiece, my skills were still better than hers. I used her to create a perfect opera! I sublimated her masterpiece and gave her art meaning! What's more, even though she acted out parts of her script, I was still the scriptwriter, wasn't I? "
He was so excited that he danced with joy. Sven also put down the chopsticks in his hand. This kind of tableware made of two sticks was a novelty to him, and he was very familiar with it. But he had never wanted to use these two chopsticks as sharp swords, wanting to pierce through this twisted guy.
Indeed, this kind of thing could be a very sharp knife if used well.
But for a person, he could be as lowly as dust, but he could never be as twisted as a maggot!
"So, you want to provoke me, right?"
The masked man who had stood up and was cheering for the pot of meat in front of him suddenly stopped. He tilted his head like a machine, still glaring at Swein with furious and hateful eyes.
"Yes, yes. Yes! Yes!! "
He opened his hands, and the beam above their heads suddenly exploded. Countless colorful petals scattered among the remaining people in the tavern. When the petals fell, the crowd realized that they weren't petals at all. They were all kinds of skin and flesh that had long been cut! They were delicately rendered with bright dyes and carved with the skill of a master.
They screamed in horror because a head fell after the lantern exploded. It was the tavern owner's charming daughter. She looked at everything in front of her with a smile, but anyone could see the helplessness and emptiness in her death.
The tavern owner rushed to the masked man like a madman, but the masked man only bowed to Sven and made a gesture of curtain call that artists often made.
"Because you've always been a disgusting spectator. You're not angry, you're not appreciative, you're not disgusted, and you're not fond of me. No matter how amazing my art is in front of you, you're always indifferent, as if the beauty in front of you never existed."
He straightened his back, and the tavern owner also flew up to the beam of the tavern under the control of the silk thread behind him. His wife wanted to save him, but she also flew up and performed a beautiful ballet with her husband in the air.
Then, their bodies exploded beside their daughter. Just like their daughter's body, they scattered in the tavern, bringing the splendid curtains to this performance. Their heads also fell beside their daughter, and like their daughter, they had that strange smile on their faces.
Blood fell to the ground and turned into gorgeous flowers, decorating the tavern beautifully in an instant. The three heads still maintained their smiles and blended perfectly with the scene.
"How is it?"
He spread his hands, allowing Sven to see the panicked people in the tavern and the heads that fell in the air. But Sven still didn't speak. There was still no anger, unwillingness, or sympathy in his eyes. He was as calm as a stone slab without any ripples. No matter how amazing the masked man's performance was, it wouldn't cause him to waver in the slightest.
This attitude was enough to explain the situation. No matter how gorgeous the masked man's art was, it was still worthless in front of this man. He admired his killing skills, but he held the belief that he must kill him and turned a blind eye to his art.
"Ha …"
The masked man couldn't help but think of that day when he used some small tricks to make his loyal subordinates betray the general. This was not a difficult thing to do. After being captured by a demon who only showed interest in them, and the other demons did not treat their lives seriously, some misunderstandings and some Dark Ones who were lured over could easily make the loyal soldiers lose their minds.
But when the man in front of him was tied to a cross in the name of a devil sacrifice, and he asked him how he felt about his art and how he felt about being betrayed by his subordinates and sent to death, he still faced him with such an attitude.
It wasn't that he had nothing to say, it wasn't that he was speechless, and it wasn't that his heart was dead.
It was that he ignored it, as if everything he did was meaningless. How did he deal with him at that time? "Ah …"
The masked man looked at his missing arm and the crutch that he used as a replacement for his leg, and let out a satisfied and regretful sigh.
He used the knife in his hand to slowly peel off his arm millimeter by millimeter. First, it was the disgusting long hair of a man, then it was the skin, fat, muscles, fascia, nerves, blood vessels, and bones that were barely visible after shaving the hair. After thinking of this, he took out a small and delicate flute and couldn't help but play a beautiful tune in front of Sven.
It was Sven's thigh bone.
When Swein saw this scene, he looked at everything in his hands, picked up the pair of chopsticks that he had thrown away, and carefully examined them in the midst of the other party's cheerful melody. Then, as expected, he found something wrong.
His hands didn't tremble. He forcefully broke the pair of chopsticks, and as expected, he found that the inside of the chopsticks were filled with several bone needles made of split bones.
It was rare for him to react, but it wasn't the reaction that the masked man wanted.
"Not bad. I've seen a lot of craftsmen in Noxus like this. They would use the bodies of the defeated to make all kinds of artistic decorations. Some of them could even guarantee that the heads would still be vivid after more than ten years. They could even make sure that the heads were still alive, and they could even cry and move their tongues and throats. But even among them, your craftsmanship can barely be considered good. "
Noxus had a tradition of using the bodies of their enemies to decorate their achievements. In fact, such a tradition existed in this world. However, the masked man had never seen a person as calm as Sven. For the first time, he realized that he might not be facing a simple human being, but something more advanced.
A kind of will.
Anger, anger, shame, and grief, four kinds of feelings appeared in his heart at the same time. He was angry that Sven was still not swayed by his art. He was angry that Sven had compared him with those ordinary craftsmen. He was ashamed that he had not seen that Sven was such a good material before. He had recklessly removed Sven's hands and feet, which was really a waste of material. This was an unforgivable mistake for an artist.
Grief.
He was sad that he could only bid farewell to such a material when he had just discovered the other party's excellence, because he was taught a lesson by Atokus. Atokus wouldn't allow the 'gift' he prepared to be damaged like this again, so if the masked man hurt Sven, he would die immediately.
He wouldn't bet on whether the other party could do it or not, because that would be a foolish thing to do. Although sacrificing oneself for a work of art wasn't a big deal, it was a pity that the script he had prepared for countless hours had already begun to play out. Although he was an artist, his love for art was fair.
Moreover, the script he prepared was no worse than Sven's, so he was very sad. He was sad that the heavens didn't give him more time, and he was sad that the cruel gods targeted a pure artist like him, preventing him from perfectly turning everything he saw into perfect art.
"… Ah, perhaps this imperfection and unbeauty is the motivation for us to pursue art."
Thinking of this, he wiped away the tears that flowed from his eyes. All the blows, hardships, and sadness would be turned into the grandest play under his brush and creation, and the greatest artist should also dedicate himself to his work. But he was so perfect, so intoxicating.
Therefore, in the end, he would definitely be killed by the gods who were jealous of his talent and were unwilling to let him use his divine art. And before that, he would become Prometheus who stole fire and showed the true art to everyone in the world.
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
Excellent!
And Extraordinary …
"Since you like it, I'll give it to you."
Thinking of this, the masked man trembled a little. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He desperately wanted to pull open the curtain and use the era and fate as the rope to show the real theater to the gods and the world. But now, he had to gather actors for this and convince them to participate in his performance.
His art this time must break free from the shackles of boring fate and be praised by the gods. So, although it was a pity, he really didn't have time to say anything more to this material. Seeing the masked man stand up and tremble in excitement, Sven, who had been expressionless all this while, put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the dead man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
That's right, the reason why Sven looked at the masked man without any emotions was because in his heart, the masked man was already a dead man. As long as he could return to Noxus and regain power, the masked man would undoubtedly die. And if he couldn't return, his disabled body wouldn't be able to deal with such a person. Anger and fear were meaningless. They would only lead to destruction and embarrass him.
But he still didn't understand what kind of fate caused this monster to fall into such madness. As a gift prepared by Atokus, he also received the so-called prophecy. In the prophecy, he would overthrow the emperor and establish the Cuifali Parliament. He would lead Noxus with 'foresight', 'force', and 'cunning'.
And Sven didn't believe that this was a prophecy because it was definitely something he would do. Anyone who knew him would know that he would do this. But other people were very certain about this prophecy. So Sven was really curious about what the masked man saw, and this question was also a test.
He believed that the masked man also wanted to know the 'future' that the masked man saw.
"So, you came here to warn me and ask me to leave quickly? In the end, you killed so many people but didn't achieve anything? "
There wasn't the slightest hint of mockery in his tone. He was as calm as before. The masked man, who had already walked to the door, stood at the door and turned his head. The rain from the sky slowly slid down his mask, but he didn't care. He just looked at Sven, then put his index finger on his lips and made a shushing gesture.
He wouldn't answer because he didn't need to say anything.
Sven frowned. Then, he suddenly realized that there were four people in this tavern other than him. But before he could do anything, he saw an explosion in the tavern, and a cluster of thin lines kept spinning around his seat. He had no choice but to lift his cloak to cover his body.
In the blink of an eye, he got out of the cloak. The tavern he was in had completely collapsed. The ruins formed a strange flower shape, and the remaining four people had their flesh torn open, becoming the embellishment of this flower of ruins. He stood up with the help of a wooden stick, looked around, and found that the people he killed before had cleverly combined with the ruins, forming a blooming spring flower, and he was in the center of the flower.
At this moment, the masked man's voice slowly sounded, but Sven couldn't see him anymore.
"I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower at dawn."
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