Silent Crown Chapter 458: Ugly

Late night, in the silent bathroom, there was only the sound of the tap dripping.

The warm water vapor lingers in the air, making it hard to breathe, but before not knowing it, the water vapor has sealed the bathroom under the control of a certain force.

The detailed and complicated music theory forms its own system, and it merges into the water vapor as soon as it appears, without any fluctuations, only exists between presence and absence, even if it is close to the extreme, it is absolutely difficult to detect.

Charles soaked in the bathtub, seeming to relax, but his pupils stared silently at the ceiling, as if there was something extremely interesting there.

Even if the hot water has soaked the body until it turns white.

It wasn't until a long time later that a faint voice came from my ears.

"The Dragon of Calamity?"

The old voice sighed softly, "That's it."

It is one of the main persons in charge of the Silent Organization, the musician of one of the saints, Handel.

If it weren't for the heavy news of the Dragon of Calamity, I'm afraid there would be no way to alarm him. Even Handel, after listening to Shire's report, remained silent for a long time, and only dared to determine the truth after multiple verifications.

Although he was sure of it, until he got the affirmation from Handel, Charles couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The exhaustion hit him, and he couldn't help but want to faint.

After experiencing so much, I finally inquired about the revolutionary army's plot in the Holy City, and his mission has been successfully completed.

I can finally get free.

Charle just wants to get a good night's sleep, find a better tavern after he gets away, and have a good drink with his teacher and junior brother.

"You have worked hard." Handel's tone was rare and gentle, "We will prepare more."

Silence.

Charle waited in silence. After a long time, his brows slowly frowned: "What then?"

For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

When Handel heard his question, he suddenly became puzzled: "Is there anything else you want to report?"

"When will I retreat?"

Charle stood up from the bathtub and asked in a low voice: "When will you come to pick me up? I can go anytime now, as long as you..."

His words were interrupted.

"Shire, your mission is not over yet."

Handel's voice became cold: "It is not yet time for you to leave."

Charle was stunned.

"You..."

He just felt a little dim in front of him, and the inexplicable panic was thickened, and he couldn't breathe: "You... won't you want me to do this undercover?"

Handel did not speak, but Charles's voice increased: "Didn't you say that, as long as you find out what Gaius wants to do in the Holy City, please release me!

Do you know how many times they have suspected me? Do you know how many people staring at me outside this villa? Do you know how much risk I took to pass the news of the disaster dragon to you? ! "

"Charles, I know this is very unkind to you, but we must focus on the overall situation." Handel said in a deep voice, "Only you can do this job. This clue is too precious, we Don’t let him stop here."

"Then you come by yourself! You are the undercover for this **** yourself! Don't you have other people! Isn't that shaggy heart-hearted musician is yours!"

Charles snarled: "The overall situation is important to the ***! I have had enough!"

"Charles, recognize reality!"

Handel became impatient: "Do you know how tragic the consequences will be if the Calamity Dragon is released!

Just know what they are going to do, what can they guarantee! Doesn't the dragon of calamity itself have guarding measures? But who knows what other trump cards the revolutionary army has? Just knowing such a thing is equivalent to not having it! Do you think that just by relying on something like this, you can wipe out your sins! "

The Charles was silent.

He stared angrily at the water vapor in front of him, as if trying to find Handel from it.

The panic that came from nowhere caused the internal organs to twitch, and the faint pain spread from the depths of the brain, and the headache was splitting. He pressed his forehead, but he couldn't suppress the burst of mania.

The anger is like iron, like fire, to forge his consciousness and soul, to tear his body, to ignite his soul and burn it to ashes.

Under the severe pain, his body was trembling, and he couldn't help crying, wanting to cry.

"How can you do this?"

He whispered in a low voice, letting his nose and tears stay unsatisfactory from his face, falling into the turbid and cold water that was unknown when. He stared at the water vapor in front of him, and choked softly:

"This...is not the same as saying good. I beg you, let me go, okay? Why is everyone like this? I'm really a piece of waste wood, a person like me, basically I can’t be an undercover agent, really. Since I was a kid, I can’t do anything, and now I can’t even do a musician. I’ve already run away, so why are you pushing me?

Master Handel, you are a saint, a great figure above all else, I know that you can do everything if you want.

Please, let me go... please..."

"Charre, you must do it."

Handel whispered: "Only you can do it."

"It's useless even if I stay here." Charles pleaded: "Mr. Constantine has been ostracized, and nothing can be obtained from him."

"Then change it."

Handel said indifferently: "Change to someone who can get you true insight."

The Charles was sluggish.

For some reason, he felt a bitter chill from his bone marrow. The chill swallowed him, and he could hardly speak:

"...what do you... mean?"

"Listen, Charles, now Constantine is useless. You must change your path."

Handel's voice came, and his voice was gentle: "I will secretly arrange for you to connect with Gaius' people tomorrow, and then you will tell them Constantine's plan.

After he is cleaned up by Gaius, he can easily penetrate into their true core in the holy city. "

"Impossible!"

Charle lost his voice and noticed the coldness on the other side of the communication, and quickly stammered and explained: "Even if I betray Mr. Constantine, the revolutionary army will not trust me."

"You don't need to worry about this, the silent agency will help you gain their trust."

Handel seemed confident, but his tone turned colder: "But, you have to understand: the time left for you is running out.

Charles, if you fail, not only you will die, but your teacher will also be thrown to **** because of his relationship with Gaius.

If there is no **** in the holy city, no one can save you. "

"——I hope you can stop hesitating and make the right choice as soon as possible."

Communication is broken.

In the silence, only cold water drops from the ceiling to the sound of the bathtub.

Charles sat blankly in the water, as if frozen. He stared at the diffuse water vapor and talked, but he didn't know how to talk to Handel anymore.

He just felt that his eyes were dark.

The headache is getting more and more severe, as if to tear him to pieces, making him dizzy. In the dimness, he felt cold water drops on his face, blood red.

Blood water fell from the ceiling and into the bathtub, staining the water in the bathtub blood red.

The world seems to be decayed, and it has gone through thousands of years in an instant. The entire bathroom is full of dirt, spiders and webs, and it is all run-down. In the broken mirror, there is a ghost staring at the world here.

"Here again."

Charle pressed his forehead as if he was about to break, enduring the sharp pain of split mentality, and gasped hoarsely: "Fuck you·mother...here again..."

His fingers trembled, lifted up, and fumbled **** the sink, found the small bag, and pulled it off suddenly.

What's in the bag is a set of brand new glass syringes, a small bottle of saline, and an ordinary small paper bag.

"It must work...It must work..."

Shaking fingers opened the paper bag and carefully poured the powder in the paper bag into the salt water. Although a lot of it was spilled on the ground, most of it was dissolved in the salt water.

The syringe plunged into the salt water, soaking up the turbid liquid, and in the end, it lifted in front of Shire.

Charles stared at the sharp needle blankly. After a long time, the empty space laughed, and no longer hesitated, he pierced it into the blood vessel of his wrist and injected it all in.

Soon, the power of the medicine took effect.

So, the world is no longer scary, even the blood and ghosts become extremely warm. Those distant shadows danced around the Shire hand in hand, sang softly, and gave out a child-like innocent laugh.

Colorful colors emerge from before my eyes, gorgeous like a dream.

In the dream, a vague shadow stroked his cheek.

The long, fine hair fell from her shoulders and landed on Shire's face. The strands of dark red hair are so beautiful, like embers of flames.

"Mom..."

Charle lay down in the cold water, hugging her, letting the warmth and happiness of nothing surround him.

He fell asleep.

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"Charles."

"Charles."

Amidst the turmoil of the carriage, a voice called. Charles opened his eyes in a daze and saw Constantine looking at him.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

He asked, pointing to Charles' face.

Charles froze for a moment, touched his face, and suddenly felt like he wanted to laugh. In the same way, I seem to have only told Constantine yesterday, but today ~IndoMTL.com~ the situation is reversed.

You don't need to look at it to know that your face is terrible.

He grinned reluctantly, but he dared not look into Constantine's eyes.

This morning, the people from the Silent Organization contacted him through a secret channel, and everything was ready. Tonight, he will meet Gaius' henchmen through the introduction of the middleman.

Then...

Charle subconsciously pressed his heart, trying to find traces of his heart beating.

Then he will betray Constantine...

Constantine will die.

And myself, will step on his body, break into the core, and obtain the secrets of the revolutionary army.

It's so ugly, Charles.

It's ugly.

He lowered his head. (~^~)