Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 712 - 690 Beggar
Chapter 712: 690, Beggar Chapter 712: 690, Beggar It was still the entrance to that bar.
Several minutes after Lucia left.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, picking up a discarded piece of paper from the trash can.
Upon closer inspection.
It was an envelope.
At that moment, the envelope was incredibly smug.
[“I, Envelope, am indeed the master’s loyal lackey, my intelligence must already be one-tenth that of my master’s. What nonsense, Brother Shadow, to think you could stand shoulder to shoulder with me, Envelope?”]
[“Hmph, I, Envelope, have already found the fake Brother Shadow. Just you wait, if you dare show your face, I’ll certainly kill you.”]
Indeed.
...
The envelope had already found traces of the fake Brother Shadow.
And it had played a cunning trick of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
The current target of that fake Brother Shadow was none other than the girl named Lucia.
[“Master would never expect that I, Envelope, could find the fake Brother Shadow. Just wait and see, master, your most capable confidant, I, Envelope, am going to impress you today.”]
A breeze blew by.
The envelope fluttered away, following the direction in which Lucia had left.
However.
Not long after it vanished.
Right there, at the bar’s entrance, on the glass window.
The sunlight piercing through the clouds cast a reflection on the window, revealing the silhouette of a man.
The man turned around.
The face that appeared was unmistakably Du Wei’s.
His gaze was cold, his aura sinister.
It was Black Du Wei.
Next to his reflection, another shadow stood by his side, seemingly not having strayed far.
Then.
He pointed towards the departing envelope.
The shadow vanished in an instant.
Subsequently, the image of Black Du Wei also twisted and disappeared.
Obviously.
His target was not someone else, but the envelope.
And the power he displayed this time was quite strange.
It was revealed within the mirror.
That seemed to have some similarity to the powers of Evil Spirit Du Wei.
…
In distant Europe.
Matthew had been hungry for another day and night.
Now dirty all over, he did not possess any of the demeanor of the former leader of Dusk Bell Church.
“Those damned tycoons, they actually want me to join them.”
“And they said they would give me time to think about it.”
“What a joke.”
Matthew walked down the street, muttering to himself.
If it weren’t for his reluctance to cause a big scene and let the church get wind of it, given his personality, he would have killed on the spot.
“My other body, I don’t know where it is.”
“I can feel its presence.”
“But it seems to be blocked by some force, preventing me from contacting it.”
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“Damn it… Really damn it…”
Matthew was furious.
Yet his power had seriously waned at present.
“Who would have thought, I, Matthew, could have such a day.”
“My wife, my daughter, what should I do to have the power to revive you.”
Matthew’s voice was filled with sorrow.
The reason he had betrayed the church was because of the threat of Evil Spirit Transformation, which made him completely lose control and kill his own wife and daughter with his hands.
From then on, Matthew betrayed the church and, with the hunters, founded Dusk Bell Church.
His original intention never changed.
To change the status quo, to change the accursed fate.
Just at that moment.
Suddenly…
Matthew’s expression changed slightly as he reached into the pocket of his clothes and pulled out the thick, Black Leather Book.
“This thing…”
The Black Leather Book exuded a sinister aura.
It opened automatically to the last page.
That page’s information was originally written before the Duke was born.
But now, that page had turned over as well.
On the new last page, the following text appeared.
[Power is never about right or wrong, so good and evil cannot be defined]
[My failure was due to the repeated cycles that caused me to lose too much power, and in the midst of these cycles, the Demon God occupied my shell; I got lost over and over, I struggled time and again…]
[My agony has never been known to anyone.]
[At this moment, I am writing these words on this Black Leather Book, I know that one day in the future, I must kill the being that has usurped my true name, and then I will return to my era.]
[All disappointment, all regret, will come to a perfect end.]
[But I know, my name will be forgotten, my deeds will be erased by time, no one will remember who I am, perhaps only fragments of history will tell people that once, in the distant past, there was His Excellency the Duke…]
————Written in 1542, a rainy day, the day of failure.
Matthew saw this.
Instantly, his eyes flickered with doubt and uncertainty.
“What is this all about?”
“The previous page, clearly written before the Duke’s birth, sounded like it was from an even more ancient being, not the Duke I know.”
“But the new last page has this kind of message.”
“Could it be that I misunderstood?”
“And His Excellency the Duke, he really encountered trouble in the past? He was defeated? His shell was taken over?”
“If that’s the case, what’s the deal with that man named Du Wei?”
“Is he not His Excellency the Duke?”
Matthew clenched his fists.
He began to doubt the truth of the matter.
After all, he had never seen Du Wei, nor did he truly know if the Duke was indeed the person he thought he was.
What if what the book says is true?
The Du Wei, in fact, might be a reincarnation of the Demon God, possessing the shell that should belong to His Excellency the Duke.
“He seems to be in New York.”
“I have to go there, at the very least I need to make contact with him in secret and confirm his identity.”
“If he really isn’t the Duke, maybe there’s something I can do.”
Matthew said this to himself.
He made up his mind.
But getting to New York was troublesome.
After all, the only thing of value he possessed, his phone, he dared not turn on because it was bombarded with relentless calls from loan sharks.
The moment he turned it on, they would hound him for the debt.
“I am penniless now.”
“Do I have to resort to stealing money?”
“That would be too shameful.”
Matthew crouched on the side of the street, disheveled; he never thought there would come a day when he would be so worried about money.
Suddenly.
Ding…
The clear sound of a coin hitting the ground rang out.
A passerby had walked by and dropped a coin, sighing, “To be begging at such an old age, it is truly pitiful.”
In the West, there are beggars too.
But they prefer to call themselves homeless.
Typical begging involves showcasing a talent, so it doesn’t seem like one is getting something for nothing.
Clearly, Matthew was mistaken for a beggar.
“Fuck! I am not a beggar.”
Matthew couldn’t help but curse to himself and immediately picked up the coin.
He examined it.
But he realized he was out of touch with the times for too long and had no idea how much the coin was worth. Was it a penny? Or a dollar?
…
Elsewhere.
New York.
The envelope had arrived at the community college in the North Brook District.
It lurked in the shadows, targeting the girl named Lucia.
It was a dorm room.
As soon as Lucia returned, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep at once.
Seeing this, one of her roommates pushed her and said, “Hey, Lucia, did you go out and get hungover at the bar again? Can you still open that post I shared with you yesterday? My computer, for some reason, can’t access the web anymore.”
“That post’s photo was really scary, I want to show it to my boyfriend.”
