Mystery: A Spark

"Sir, I know you are a person who pursues beauty, and so am I."

"So next, I will show you what true beauty is."

Chapter 254 Art needs blood to adorn it!

The masked man raised his hand, preparing to begin his artistic creation.

But the next second, he stopped moving.

The masked man tapped his forehead through his white mask, as if remembering something, and said:

"Oh, I forgot, there's another guest here."

He turned around, looked at the beautiful girl lying to the side, thought for two seconds, and then walked over.

The masked man took out a black cloth from his pocket and, just like Zhen Zhibing did to Xiaolongnu, cleanly and neatly blindfolded the girl.

Of course, there were no further actions taken, otherwise this chapter would not have passed the review.

After blindfolding the girl to prevent her from seeing scenes that would shatter her worldview and cause her to spend the rest of her life in fear and nightmares, the masked man returned to the man and began his artistic creation.

With a dagger.

Of course, before creating the artwork, he also very meticulously placed a small bucket under the man's feet.

This is for holding the "paint" that will flow from the man's body later.

To make it easier for the "paint" to flow down smoothly, the masked man thoughtfully changed the man's position.

The "太" (tài) posture has changed to the "十" (shí) posture.

To put it more accurately, it's the same pose as "the suffering Jesus".

After completing his preparations, the masked man finally began his artistic creation.

"Waaaaah!!!" The man's wide eyes revealed the immense pain he was experiencing.

Such suffering was usually inflicted on other innocent people by him in the past.

“I have seen your past works, sir. I have even communicated with the souls of some of your victims that I was able to find. I must say, your artistic level is very poor.”

The masked man, holding a dagger, slowly and deliberately began his work on the man's body, saying:

"You treat your works too roughly, making them look like they've been gnawed by wild beasts, completely devoid of any beauty, which makes me very dissatisfied."

"I'm not satisfied that my colleagues are only at this level."

The masked man's movements were extremely meticulous, as if he held not a sharp dagger, but a paintbrush covered in paint.

"As an artist, you are undoubtedly very unqualified because you have not treated your work with gentleness, like you would treat a child."

"But it's okay, you're lucky to have met me, and I will very patiently teach you how to create a great work."

……

“My master is such a gentle and kind person, don’t you think? Mr. Nalzdo.”

Somewhere in the spirit world, Arthas looked at the scene in mid-air and sighed softly.

"Gentle? Kind? How did you figure that out?" A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes looked at the masked man in the picture who was concentrating on creating "wall painting" and asked with a surprised expression.

“Isn’t it true? For those innocent victims, isn’t my master the greatest benefactor in the world?” Arthas retorted.

"When they are bullied and tormented by evil people and finally die in despair, their hearts will surely be filled with comfort if they see what my master is doing now."

"My master once said that if you want to be a good person, you must be smarter and more cunning than those evil people, and you must not be afraid to use more ruthless and vicious methods. Only in this way can you achieve the goal of using evil to control evil."

"So, although my master is a ruthless killer, a manipulator of people's hearts, and even a perpetrator of genocide, putting those facts aside, he is still a gentle and kind person," Arthas said with certainty.

Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man standing to the side was momentarily at a loss for words, and could only offer a dry reply:

"……as long as you are happy."

Even with his long life, he was still speechless at Arthas's remarks.

After all, setting aside the facts, what else can he say?

"However, on the other hand, I didn't have a very deep understanding of the creed of walking in darkness but serving the light before, but after seeing what my master did, I feel like I have some new insights."

"They act by any means necessary but have a righteous heart; they are not bound or constrained by worldly morality, yet they adhere to their own principles and bottom line."

“I feel that my master’s actions truly embody the Assassin’s Creed, ‘Nothing is true, everything is permitted,’” Arthas said with a sparkling gaze as he watched the masked man’s creation.

The middle-aged man pressed his forehead and sighed helplessly:

"Hey, I feel like you little thing have quite a talent for religion. If only I had... never mind."

"Back then what?" Arthas asked, turning his head curiously.

"It's nothing," the middle-aged man replied calmly. "By the way, don't run around aimlessly these days. The plan has reached a critical moment, and any unusual activity could lead to an unpredictable outcome."

"Oh, I see, but... won't this cause any accidents?" Arthas asked hesitantly.

"Ha, what plan is completely without surprises? Even the omniscient and omnipotent one cannot necessarily control everything, let alone me in my current weakened state?"

"Man proposes, God disposes; your master's words are quite apt," the middle-aged man with scarlet eyes chuckled.

"Alright, I'll head back now. Goodbye, Mr. Narzdor." Arthas waved his little paw, then leaped away and disappeared.

On the table he left behind, there lay an open notebook filled with ancient Hermes words, and next to it lay an ordinary-looking quill pen.

The above content is as follows:

"After Fabuti was trapped in the abyss, the criminal pathway naturally weakened greatly, with the Blood Cult, composed of the three major demon families, being the most affected."

"Therefore, they have reduced the frequency of their outdoor activities and gradually disappeared from people's sight, leaving only a few tentacles to continue to expand the demon race in a secret way."

"However, at a certain moment, the middle-ranking members of the Blood Worship Cult, and even some of the higher-ranking members, all had a premonition that something concerning their life or death had happened."

"So naturally, they began to investigate the source of this premonition, and under the guidance of some unknown force, they are more likely to encounter...."

The following area is covered with large smears, suggesting that some information cannot be written down.

"Tsk, with such a powerful hidden force protecting him, even the 'Brush of Alshogod' couldn't guide him in the slightest and could only influence him in other ways. What exactly is the relationship between this kid and her?"

"Could she be a lover? How could someone like her fall in love with someone? And how did I manage to get away with it?" The middle-aged man stroked his chin, looking puzzled, and muttered to himself.

……

Inside the basement, the man had completely transformed into a different person.

Thanks to the extraordinary potion that transformed his body, he is still alive, but his consciousness is becoming increasingly scattered due to the constant torment of pain.

Before him, a masked man in a strange costume removed his blood-stained gloves and, as if by magic, made them vanish instantly.

Then, his gaze, hidden beneath the mask, fell upon the blindfolded girl lying to the side.

"You have a good mental fortitude. I didn't expect you to be able to persevere until now."

The girl remained silent, as if she were asleep.

The masked man didn't seem to care and continued speaking to himself:

"I know you've been awake for a while now. Would you like to hear my advice?"

After a while, the girl lying down suddenly spoke:

"Sir, please speak."

"You should be able to get up by yourself. After you get up, turn right and walk about ten steps, and you'll be able to find the door. Behind the door is a staircase leading upwards. Go up the staircase, and when you reach the end, remove the blindfold. Then you can go out."

"Once you get out, go to the church of the god you believe in and tell the bishop there everything you've experienced. After that, you don't need to worry about anything else," the masked man said to the girl with amusement.

"Yes, sir, but I would like to ask, did you save me?" the girl asked, sitting up in bed.

"That's not important," the masked man replied calmly.

The girl opened her mouth and said:

"Anyway, thank you for your help."

Then, she groped her way to her feet and slowly walked toward the door.

After opening the door, she held onto the wall and slowly moved toward the ground, without removing the blindfold throughout the process.

“He’s a good kid, don’t you think?” the masked man asked the “painting” on the wall with a light laugh.

"Painting" naturally couldn't respond to him.

……

A church in Connaught.

It was already late at night, so only one bishop was on duty in the church.

The bishop sat on the pulpit, calmly flipping through the holy book in his hands, occasionally drawing a simple triangular emblem on his chest and saying, "Praise be to my Lord."

Just then, a girl suddenly ran in, panting.

After listening to the girl's story, the bishop immediately got up, went to a corner, and rang a bell.

Then, a small team of "Mechanical Hearts" was dispatched.

The "Mechanical Heart" moved quickly, and guided by the girl, they soon arrived at the unremarkable house.

After a brief reconnaissance, and with the support of firepower and caliber, they quickly reached the basement entrance of the house.

"Miss Camille, is this the place you're talking about?" the leader of the group asked the girl.

"Yes, this is the place." The girl nodded.

She seemed somewhat shaken, but remained largely calm.

The leader looked at the tunnel entrance and then at a team member next to him.

The team member understood. He took two scrolls from his companion and put them in his pocket. Then, he picked up the strange gun and cautiously stepped into the tunnel.

Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and the team member successfully reached the basement.

However, after seeing the scene clearly, especially the "paintings" on the walls, he blurted out involuntarily:

"Oh God……"

Above, the three people besides the girl Camille were waiting quietly, while being wary of any possible accidents.

Each of them carried a gun, had ammunition belts on their backs, and scrolls with strange powers in their pockets, making them seem quite reassuring.