Chapter 51 Chaos is the ladder, mocking the powerlessness of God!
"Well, this undead looks a bit interesting."

Patricia put her arms around her slightly raised chest.

The puppet girl sat in mid-air, with her legs wrapped in white stockings raised, pointing at the 'Ringwraith Knight' in front of her.

With the strength of 6 rings, even without the power of myth, he is definitely a master in this world where big guys with 8 and 9 rings rarely appear.

“With the protection of an undead like this, your safety is guaranteed to a certain extent. Don’t die easily, Deya.

It's very troublesome to find another contractor. I don't want to wait any longer, so you have to improve your ring count for me!"

The proud puppet raised its pointed chin slightly and snorted.

"Okay, okay, got it, Patricia."

Although the puppet's tone was arrogant, his words were full of concern for him, and Deya responded.

He looked at Lamia who was standing aside and seemed to be distracted. He walked over and gently lifted the black hair at the witch's temples, and asked with a smile: "What are you thinking about, Lamia."

The witch lady seemed to have just come to her senses and looked shocked.

Soon, she became indifferent again and said calmly, "I didn't think anything."

Deya raised his eyebrows, looked at the witch's delicate and fair face, and said playfully: "You are not thinking about what happened two mornings ago."

Before Lamia could answer, Patricia came over and asked with interest: "Morning? What happened in the morning?"

Her scarlet eyes studied Lamia, and the corners of her mouth curled up as she asked, "Could it be that you, the servant, are seducing the master?"

Lamia's face darkened, and she whispered to Patricia, "Shut up, kid, don't ask too many questions."

"Child? According to my age, I am already over a thousand years old!"

"That's the old lady. Even an elf can't live as long as you."

"You are such a disobedient servant.

Deya, you should punish her severely. It would be best to tie her up and lock her in the basement, leaving her without food. Servants who disobey their masters must be tortured!"

When the witch heard Patricia's words, she glared at Deya.

She thought it was Deya who told Patricia that she was locked in the basement.

Deya spread her hands and indicated that it had nothing to do with her and she hadn't told her anything.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Deya quickly interrupted them: "Patricia, you go into the box later, I have to go out."

Miss Doll said dissatisfiedly: "I don't like lying in the box. I finally got out, and now you want me to go back?"

Deya comforted him, "Be obedient, there are many flavors of cakes, besides strawberry flavor, you should also try some other flavors.

You are too conspicuous. If I take you out with me, I will become the focus. With my current strength, I am not yet ready to be the focus."

Patricia snorted and said reluctantly:
"Okay, then I'll listen to you. Don't forget to prepare delicious cakes and tea for the lady, and you should also improve your strength quickly. I don't want to be sneaky all the time."

As she spoke, Patricia flew to the small wooden box, curled up inside the box, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The wooden box carved with sunset flowers and night-light grass closed automatically, and Deya picked it up with his left hand.

Although this puppet is sometimes a little willful and always likes to bargain.

But his orders were never disobeyed.

This also made Deya feel relieved.

If the 'weapon' is not obedient, it will fail at the critical moment.

Deya glanced at Lamia's still empty left hand and asked, "When will your left hand recover?"

The witch glanced at her left hand and said, "It will probably be fully recovered in the next two days."

"That's good. Having one hand does cause some trouble in life."

"I didn't expect you to care about people."

“I’ve always cared about people.”

Lamia turned her head away, leaving Deya with the back of her head, indicating "I don't believe it". Deya rubbed her smooth and shawl hair, ruffled it completely, and said with emotion: "Your hair quality is really good."

The witch's beautiful brows frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything. She walked to the dressing table beside her, picked up the comb and began to comb her hair.

Sure enough, witches are also women and always love beauty.

"Camille, are you ready with the things I asked you to prepare?"

Deya shouted into the distance.

"Here I am, Lord Deya. The things you asked me to prepare are ready."

Camille ran over from the other end of the corridor pushing a wheelchair with a loose women's dress on it.

Deya looked at the wheelchair and the clothes on it, nodded and said:

"You two, come with me for a while. I'm going to meet Austin and Count Laurent's son. They asked me to meet them at the Rooftop No. 7 bar."

Lamia, who was combing her hair, looked at Deya in the mirror and asked coldly, "Do you want us to protect you? Are you in danger?"

Deya nodded: "I have completely offended the king and the royal family. Although the king is smart and he will not take action against me in the short term, we must be prepared for him to do the opposite.

In addition to the king, there may be forces that want to completely provoke the conflict between the parliamentary party and the royalist party. "

Lamia said in a calm voice, "You seem to be looking forward to it?"

Deya raised a finger and shook it:
“Chaos is a ladder. When the water is too clear, I can’t do anything. Only when the water is thoroughly muddied can I start my own plan.

It is safe enough to hide in the muddy water, and I am waiting for the conflict to be fully aroused. "

The witch put the comb on the table: "Conspirator, you should believe in the 'Will of Chaos'!"

Deya quickly shook his head: "Chaotic will? Forget it, those people can't be called conspirators, but they are mentally ill!"

Deya motioned for the two to follow him out.

The strength of the Ringwraith Knights was somewhat beyond Deya's expectations. What he was thinking at this moment was whether he should dig up more ancestral tombs of the major kingdoms and empires in the future?

……

A neglected corner of the palace.

A dilapidated wooden house was built in the corner.

The surroundings were quiet and deserted, with weeds growing everywhere. It looked more like a lonely grave, not at all like what a palace should look like.

Celeste Susetani was lying on a hard wooden bed.

She clenched her teeth and trembled all over. A sticky, scarlet and black strange liquid flowed out from under her skin.

“Pain will not make me give in, suffering will not make me despair!

I will not give up my will and give my body to you. This is all I have, the only thing that proves my existence. Even if you are God, I will never give up! "

She is ugly, she is rotten, she is smelly, she is humble, and no one cares about her. She is like a cockroach in the corner of a sewer, which only makes people disgusted.

The only thing she has is her love and desire for life, and the courage to rise up and resist this miserable life.

If she lost even this last thing, she would really have nothing.

right now,

In that absolutely dark life, she saw a ray of light, a light of salvation.

People are not afraid of sinking in darkness forever, but they are afraid of seeing hope and light in the darkness.

She will exert all her strength to catch that ray of light!

"Come on, come on, I will not be defeated by 'you'. Even if it's a god, I will... defeat you!"

She laughed at the gods' powerlessness.

(End of this chapter)