1148 Abyss (1/2)
”You mustn't go back to Robert's villa. That painting has now completely transformed into a terrible disaster…” Angelina said solemnly. ”I'm going to see someone. Perhaps only he can solve this!”
”W-why do you want to help me?” Nietzsche asked.
”Perhaps… because we're the same kind of people…” Angelina smiled bitterly, revealing a mark on her arm. ”We are destined to be sacrificed to the Evil God!”
”Sin Imprint? Yours seems a little different!” Nietzsche's pupils shrank, but he believed it immediately. ”I'm coming with you!”
”Hmm, the police and the Investigation Agency will handle the issues here… You, come with me!” Angelina pulled Nietzsche's arm and then rented a carriage to head to the slums of Kimbert City.
Nietzsche was very familiar with this place.
The houses were short and dense, encroaching the roads, and the gutters emitted a foul smell. Most of the residents here were unclothed and had sallow skin, numb eyes, and sometimes a hint of madness.
This place was the poorest area in Kimbert City and also where elites pretending to be from high society did not dare to step foot into at all. Otherwise, they might just become a corpse rotting in the gutter the next day.
Angelina clearly knew her way around here. She tore through the streets and walked to a river, to a row of small shacks.
The smell was even more unbearable here because of the many textiles and chemical factories upstream. The entire river was painted black, and many corpses were floating in it.
Nietzsche frowned. ”Who are we looking for?”
”A wizard… Have you heard of the term Mandala?” Angelina's expression became extremely grave.
”I know. Vincent's most important archaeological discovery is related to the Mandala tribe on the Black Continent…” Nietzsche answered.
”The Mandala is an extremely old tribe in the tropical rainforest. It's rumored that they still retain the custom of cannibalism. Moreover, its the birthplace of wizardry!” Angelina stated in a calm voice. ”Thousands of years ago, they had a brilliant civilization, and the wizards could even communicate with the Gods of the Dream World and obtain their blessings! The Mandala wizards are the best people to talk to about occult powers!”
She ducked into a black tent while speaking.
The space in the tent was huge, and it seemed connected to the other tents. Two expressionless black men with bulging muscles were guarding it.
The feeling they gave Nietzsche was that they were stronger than the Resurrected Corpse made by Simon previously.
”It's me! I want to see Gegehu!”
Angelina clearly knew the other party. After her little announcement, they were invited to the largest tent.
The light was dim, and Nietzsche stepped backward subconsciously and hit a wooden stand.
”Ahh!” Nietzsche covered his mouth hurriedly before it turned into a full-bodied scream.
Whoosh!
Right at that moment, aquamarine flames burned from the braziers around, reflecting a person sitting cross-legged in the center.
He was simply too old, as though he was merely a skeleton with a layer of skin on him. He had no beard, no hair, and the light in his eyes looked like ghost fire.
”Gegehu!” Angelina pulled Nietzsche down and knelt in front of the surreal figure.
”We meet again, the girl who bears an imprint!” Gegehu turned his head and made a crunchy sound, as if it were an old piece of equipment that had gone without oiling for some time.
”And you, the one who danced with ghouls! Looks like we have some common topics on cooking and ingredient selections… Hehe…” Gegehu chortled.
”You… know everything?” Nietzsche's face turned white, and he felt his stomach churn yet again.
”True ghouls are generally indistinguishable from us. Moreover, they have a certain contamination on the psyche. When you are with them, you'll think something out of the ordinary is normal. For example, your neighbors and colleagues reducing in numbers…” Gegehu laughed.
”All right, he's already feeling bad enough. Gegehu, I came to see you today about two things…” Angelina took a deep breath. ”I'll pay the price.”
”Okay, tell me about your difficulty!” Gegehu picked up a green teacup filled with a green paste that was emitting an inexplicable smell.
”This ghoul escaped, but I found a phrase when I searched its living quarters—Feast of Meat, what does it mean?”
Smack!