Baron Jones's study was not as ornate as Madeira had imagined, or very simple in his eyes. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info not even half as beautiful as the study of the lord he used to be.

Think of this as the study of a baron who is so rich that he supports 1/10 of the cost of the entire country with his own taxes alone.

Looking at the desk, a handsome young man quietly flipped through a book written in parchment.

Madeira didn't dare to breathe, so he stood quietly in front of him.

Although Jessica said many things about aristocratic etiquette in a short period of time, I hope he can make a good impression in front of Baron Jones.

But when he actually walked in front of the baron, he suddenly found that he couldn't think at all, and many words had already reached his lips, but he couldn't say them.

In front of him, he couldn't do anything other than be silent.

As the minutes ticked by, Adela didn't feel much impatience and stood quietly to the side.

I don't know how long it took, in Madeira's eyes, and finally the baron turned the parchment to the last page, and closed it quietly the next moment.

I saw Baron Jones slightly raise his eyelids a little. Glancing, there was no superfluous movement, and the entire study was reflected in an eternal light!

The brilliance bloomed, and within Madeira's body, the feeling of killing impulse erupting all the time suddenly stopped at this moment.

That little bit of will, as if encountering a real natural enemy, did not even burst out of the mind, and instantly turned into a pool of abyssal water that was not alarmed.

"Baron Jones is definitely no ordinary man! This kind of power is simply not something that ordinary professionals can have. The only thing that can suppress the explosion of the will of the gods is always the gods themselves! Lord Jones may be a god himself! ”

Feeling this scene in his heart, Madeira doesn't know how much of his mind turned.

But he still stood in front of the baron like a javelin, without the slightest wavering.

"You're very good, I thought you were in such a strange environment. You will be in a position of self-preservation, trying to bring that little bit of killing divinity to the extreme, and slaughter on a large scale. I didn't expect you to use it at all.

It's just that you don't agree with those nobles and commoners. If you can't argue with someone, and you are knocked to the ground, don't you have the idea of resisting? It really disappointed me. ”

Before he knew it, Quedra's face was covered with fine beads of sweat. He suddenly felt that all his secrets were impossible to hide in front of the baron.

Or rather, it was because he saw his secret from the beginning that he took himself into his territory.

The birth of the Son of Killing, the awakening and resurrection of a new generation of the God of Killing, and the imminent movement of the Godhead of Killing. If it's possible, I'm sure anyone would want to get a foot in it!

Ever since Madeira learned of his origins, he has been thinking about where his enemies are and who his allies are.

But it is undeniable that no matter what he thinks, Baron Jones is definitely his ally, or even his investor!

If Baron Jones had no thoughts about him, he would not have been saved at all.

Take him to that library and let him read the knowledge that all kinds of gods don't have. Give him the necessary protection, not knowing that the other Sons of Slaughter are here.

Even in Madeira's heart, he has not been completely occupied by the will of the king of slaughter. Baron Jones also played a significant role in this.

This kind of undisguised kindness has long been seen even by the blind. How is it possible that Madeira can't see?

He took a few deep breaths and blinked hard.

Now that the baron has asked such a topic, it is not a day or two since he has observed himself, and it seems that it is time for the poor dagger to see it.

"Lord Baron, it is my ideal to help them, and I never thought that I would be rewarded by others for my own efforts."

As soon as Madeira turned his words, he did not linger much on the words of the Baron.

"Did you really help them? As far as I can tell, it seems that because of your actions, they are not doing as well as before. ”

With a flick of his fingers, a piece of parchment placed next to the baron's desk flew straight in front of Madeira and fell impartially into his hands,

"Really?" Madeira didn't even look at it, and he already knew what was written on the parchment.

But he didn't say anything about it, or he already had a rough estimate.

"Anything in the world is unreliable, I can help them once, twice, three times, how can I help them countless times?

I don't have the determination to overturn my fate. There are people who really want to help them, but they are still on the ground and don't even look at them. ”

In fact, when he said this, Madeira's palms were full of sweat.

This sentence is extremely destructive, and if you really want to dig deeper, it is simply a complete denial of the concept of the existence of gods.

If he is known to the fanatics who serve the gods more than their own lives, he would have thrown Madeira's soul into the deepest depths of the Styx abyss, and imprisonment for thousands of years would not be enough to wash away his sins!

"Really?" In his eyes, the Baron glanced at him lightly, as if he had not heard the words behind his own words.

"What is killing? Do you know? It seems that the whole world, all beings, all concepts, are asking such words.

"Killing is not an end, it's a means. It is the benchmark of the world's judgment and the last resort for all beings to assert their rights.

Killing is not death, it is only a process, it is the cry of all those who are dissatisfied with reality in the depths of their hearts.

Killing is not the source of unrest, it is an inevitable choice after all means of reconciling contradictions have been exhausted.

Killing is not a synthesis of contradictions, it is the final ritual of redistributing the resources of all things and sorting out all the falsehoods.

Killing is not the gray color without good and evil, it is the clear distinction between good and evil, and it is the color of blood inspired by all the blood of all living beings.

I want to make my voice heard, to set up a banner for the whole world, to set up a flag for all injustice in the whole world.

The world has already reached the most deformed time, and all injustice, all dissatisfaction, and all resentment have been suppressed layer by layer at the bottom.

The starry sky is brilliant and dazzling. The bottom is insensitive, and he can't even let out his own screams.

I want to kill to sweep away all obstacles in the world, wash away all injustices and injustices, and become the ultimate pressure relief valve of the world! The last barrier after all the sufferings of all living beings! ”

In front of Zhao Qi, Madeira was constantly talking, and his eyes were more and more brilliant, as if the burden of the whole world was pressing on him, and he couldn't block a trace of his brilliance.

In his forehead, the deepest bit of killing divinity couldn't help but be broken out of his body.

It seems to be affected by the power at the root of the distant world, and the color of this killing divinity is constantly changing, gray, golden, and purple, but in the end it turns into a crimson color that is like the will and boiling blood of all beings!

In a trance, it was like a star burning above his head!

"It's not like you didn't want to kill. It's not people you're going to kill, it's the world!! You're the real carnage! ”