Nightmare's Call

He then sent Maier off.

Lin Sheng did not pay much heed to this. This was something Adolf has chanced upon himself, if he wanted, he would come to look for him.

For him, the most important thing now was to kill the Night Lord. Councillor-class elites, even at their weakest, were still Six-wingers. If he were to summon him out, it would not only increase his abilities and prowess but also the powers around him.

Lin Sheng planned to summon a few more councillor-class elites to raise his sacred power.

Now that Khadula and the Steel Lord were practically splits of his body, in retrospect, he, as the main host, was the one holding them back.

After putting the side story that Maier brought to him on the back burner, Lin Sheng was wholly focused on grinding the Night Lord down for the next few days.

Inside the dream, the Night Lord simply stayed by that tiny patisserie. It was just a simple small patisserie, yet motionlessly he stood by the door, and at times he would be like a customer, as he waited before the window.

The Night Lord’s aggressiveness was much, much weaker than other monsters.

As long as Lin Sheng did not attack him, he would not attack first. And after getting a measure on his opponent’s character, Lin Sheng started to hit him with targeted methods.

He also noticed that the Night Lord was extremely forgetful, even after taking damage in a place on one night, he would have forgotten about it on the second, and take damage again at the same spot.

Plus, his already wounded body never had a chance to recover as Lin Sheng tried all kinds of underhanded tricks like spraying poison at him, sniping him with sacred-power-infused rounds from afar, or lobbing a copious amount of grenades.

As his target simply just stood still, he had free reign on how to strike. And soon, Lin Sheng noticed the Night Lord’s wounds were getting worse.

...

Outside the patisserie.

*Hiss!!*

Lin Sheng held a modified flamethrower as he sprayed fire at the Night Lord from afar. The flamethrower he used did not only spew flames, but it also had a sticky substance to it. This substance could stick to a human’s flesh and continue to burn at extreme temperatures.

Jets of dark red flames continued to spew out of the flamethrower and landed square on the Night Lord’s back.

Flames soon started to burn his back, yet he still stood there motionless as if nothing had happened. If Lin Sheng had not realized that this trick worked earlier, he would not have persisted with that seemingly inane method.

*Clack.*

A loud crack was heard, and Lin Sheng got ready to throw away the depleted flamethrower as he heard it. He instantly paused and turned to the Night Lord.

The Night Lord simply sat there as if he was waiting to be served by a waiter. The amethyst glow in his eyes had dimmed, yet it still carried a faint brightness and calmness to it.

A few moments later, the sitting Night Lord closed his eyes as he lay on the metal chair like he had fallen asleep.

Lin Sheng actually thought that he was resting.

However, he soon realized that strands of black smoke were seeping out of the Night Lord’s body, and as they coalesced, they grew in size and thickness.

*Hisss!!!*

Suddenly, the black lines shot toward Lin Sheng and crossed the ten-meter plus distance in a blink of an eye.

*Bam!!*

A crash of memories surged into his mind.

...

“I was born to be the Night Lord.

“This is my destiny, and so is my talent.

“It is inevitable, and it cannot be denied.

“They say, I have the blood of the Shadowdragon within me, the blood of a dragon king. So I don’t need to think about how to be strong, as the innate ability of the blood would help me cleanse everything.

“Steel, horses, gales, night, the stars, all of this will be the blood that I will shed, and the sky will bring forth the cries of thunder.

“As my foe, that will be the most crushing thing because even I don’t know how they died by my hands. By the time I realized it, they were all dead.

“Kill.

“Butcher.

“Slaughter.

“Why can’t you people even get close to me? Even when I could not lift a weapon that was a little heavier?

“My skin could be pierced by a simple sewing needle, but yet no weapons wielded with ill-intention could get close to me.

“I will treat everyone around me with kindness, as I’m afraid that my emotions will be the death of them.

“This has already happened countless times since I was three.

“I hate this bloodline that is flowing within me. It is but a curse! A curse that binds me for eternity...

“I just want to be a normal person. Without this power, there will be no death, no suffering, no cries.”

“So?” An unknown female voice interjected and interrupted the man before him.

“My dear Master Dyze, my dear Count Palminton! I tell you, I, Cerys, hate pampered, sheltered lordlings like you!!

“A bullsh*t count of the equally bullsh*t Palminton family! You are nothing but a sorry lot that almost starved to death after getting lost in the woods. You can’t even cook a piece of meat that was given to you! Are you kidding me?!

“Also, you don’t even know how to slaughter a chicken! You even got bloodied by the bunny at home! Hell, you even almost smashed the dinner table in two trying to hit a mountain rat with an ax!!”

“That’s just an accident... If not for the ill fortune that befell my family, and I got poisoned...”

“Shut it! You and your excuses! You can’t even chop firewood, complaining it is too tough, you can’t even boil water, complaining that it is too hot! You can’t even pluck feathers from a chicken, complaining that the feather is too slippery... Ah, forget it. This is tiring. Thankfully I got you to sign a contract. You still owe me a lot, a lot of money! A lot!”

“Yes... Yes... a lot indeed. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back.”

“I want to buy a big house in the city! With three stories! Pigs on the first floor, chickens on the second and milk cows on the third!”

“Why milk cows on the third? Shouldn’t you raise them on the first floor...?”

“That’s because a milk cow is the most expensive! Of course, you’d place it at the highest place against thieves!”

“...A noble’s meal alone is probably more expensive than your cow...and where will you sleep then?”

“Cows are different, you don’t understand. As for where to sleep... you can sleep with the pigs, I like the chicken’s nest.”

“Have you been living last this all this while...”

“What? I’m illiterate and blind to boot. I’ve had to fend for myself since I was three. That’s that.”

“But you look very beautiful when you smile.”

“...”

“I love watching you smile.”

“...Rea...lly?”

“Really.”

“...Oh, you, flattering me won’t get you extra food!!”

“No worries, once we get back to the city. I’ll take you to eat good food. I know many, many types of good food.” The man said gently.

“Really?”

“Really.”