Chapter 106 The Rose School
Chapter 106 The Rose School
Chapter 106 The Rose School
Upon hearing this, Simon and the others tied the werewolf, who was half-dead from the beating, to the roof of the second vehicle.
After the vehicle drove away, a werewolf and a filthy middle-aged man appeared at a dark street corner not far away.
After the werewolf reverted to his original form, the two exchanged a glance, but both remained extremely calm. There was no mutual blame, guilt, or sadness—because at that moment, they were filled with shock, fear, and relief.
Thankfully, I didn't act on my malicious thoughts immediately. I was terrified of a different type, a Sequence Seven "Werewolf," whom I'd beaten half to death in a single encounter.
While the two were still in shock at the sight, the Sequence 7 werewolf extraordinary, for some unknown reason, transformed into a werewolf and attacked his companion.
Perhaps due to the sneak attack, this disheveled male extraordinary individual did not last long before dying at the hands of his companion.
After confirming his death, the werewolf also collapsed to the ground within two seconds.
The extraordinary properties are released at an abnormally rapid rate.
A few minutes later, several more people in tattered clothes fled to this place.
After anxiously waiting for a few seconds, the adult male with messy brown hair had no choice but to give up and take away only the extraordinary characteristics of the "werewolf".
The next day, after kissing Vivian goodbye at the villa entrance, Altair went to the manor's underground detention room.
Of course, "confinement cell" is the current term; before Russell's legal reforms, they were called dungeons, torture chambers, or confinement cells attached to the manor court.
After walking a few steps, Altair arrived at the underground entrance to the manor's detention room.
When the guard opened the iron bars, Altair heard a harsh sound, a sound that came from the rusty iron bars and the gate closing due to years of disrepair.
As soon as Altair entered the gate, he heard interrogation sounds coming from the torture chamber and smelled a strong stench of blood.
After smelling the blood, Altair felt as if a small beast was scratching at her heart with its claws—putting her into an extremely peculiar state of excitement.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
As if yearning for something, following this instinct, Altair gently lifted her skirt with her hand, her steps becoming smaller and faster, and she impatiently rushed into the torture chamber.
Upon entering, Altair immediately saw "prisoners" chained to a torture chair.
To Altair's disappointment, the interrogation had already ended, and the doctor and comforter were doing their best to treat the prisoner.
Upon seeing Altair enter, Simon immediately and respectfully presented the interrogation results.
"Jeremy Steele, male, 29 years old, commoner, member of the Rose School and Hedonistic Faction of the Southern Continent, Prisoner Pathway, Sequence Seven Werewolf, just advanced six months ago —"
"Residing permanently in Bayam, the capital of the Rothschild Islands and a city of generosity —"
"Our arrival in Backlund is on the orders of Jax, the demigod of the Rose School's hedonistic faction, to assist the other members in suppressing the Temperance faction's traitors: Sequence Five Wraith Sharon, Sequence Seven Werewolf Marich, ————"
The reason for intercepting the carriage was to earn some extra money before completing the mission.
The more Altair read through this intelligence, the more he wanted to laugh. What did they mean by trying to rob someone just because they were well-dressed?
If she's attractive, I'd like to rape her first and then kill her—after eliminating the traitors, I also want to stay in Backlund to establish a base and develop followers.
As he watched, Altair involuntarily let out a chilling laugh. He then looked at the group around him and said, "Give him a good medicine that can continuously regenerate his flesh and blood. Go and call in a few more people with 'stabilizing and calming' mental abilities; I want to have some fun."
After saying this, Altair turned to look at the instruments of torture beside him: leather whips, iron whips, branding irons, splints, and bone crushers.
They started selecting items as if they were shopping, and after picking up the whip, they tried out different ways to apply force.
Once everyone was ready, Altair immediately started the game.
As the game progressed, the prisoners' screams gradually traveled from the slightly ajar door towards the dungeon gate—
Altair was forced to end the game around noon because she felt that if she continued playing like this, she wouldn't be able to digest the "Pleasure Potion" anymore.
After tossing the iron whip aside, Altair said to Simon, "Go and apply the medicine to him. I haven't had enough fun yet—"
After saying that, Altair left the dungeon with a joyful dance.
But her behavior did not make people feel elegant or pleasing to the eye. After all, no one would appreciate a crazy girl covered in blood who can dance, even if the girl is very beautiful.
Back at the manor villa, after a quick wash, Eileen delivered a visitor's letter from Bishop Elektra of the Church of the Night.
After a few quick glances, Altair understood his purpose: he was coming this afternoon on behalf of the Church of the Night to consult, inquire, and reassure Altair, and to deal with the werewolf attack that had just occurred.
After reading the main content of the letter, Altair went to his study and began to reply to Bishop Elektra, confirming the time to meet that afternoon.
Although it was supposed to be a mutual consultation to determine the time, it was no different from a notification.
After finishing their morning worship services, the monks in the church generally have their afternoons and evenings to themselves.
It can be said that being a monk in the church is the easiest, most relaxing, and safest job in this era.
The only drawback and barrier is that it only accepts students who have graduated from its own seminary.
Without such restrictions, the number of believers coming to the church every day asking for monks to work would be overwhelming.
As for why they didn't just go to Altair's home and force him to have a "Klein-style" hypnosis consultation, that's why...
It can only be said that their backgrounds and social statuses are different. In a sense, Altair is a special case of someone with connections.
Moreover, if Bishop Elektra and his ilk did that, they would be violating the "Church Restriction Law" and the "Noble Protection Law," so there was no need for them to cause trouble.
After writing the letter and sealing it with hot wax, Altair prepared to hand it to Eileen, who was standing aside waiting.
But seeing Eileen's current appearance, Altair couldn't help but have a flirtatious thought, so when she handed over the letter, she deliberately pulled her into her arms.
He asked in a soft, breathless voice in her ear, "Eileen, how's your recovery going?"
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