She Chooses To Destroy the World

Chapter 72: God-given madness.

Although Corimo lay down early and made even breathing sounds, he was not actually asleep.

People who are accustomed to sleeping in their own bed, who suddenly sleeps on the sofa can sleep well.

But he didn’t make a sound, nor did he turn over and over, the sofa was too narrow, and it would fall when he moved. He lay down for a while, then found that his mysterious boss seemed to be talking.

Generally speaking, the probability of mysterious and strange things happening in the east is always higher than that in other places. It is no wonder that Corimo has been here for a long time. What’s more, he didn’t know anything about the new boss, thinking that maybe she just loves to talk in sleep, and there is nothing to fuss about.

But Corimo was still listening very seriously, in Corimo’s eyes, even if it was really a dream. It definitely has the value of a listen.

Corimo has been in this business for seven or eight years before the country, and he has never lost his hand. People who do similar businesses here are not as accurate as he sees people. His colleagues envy and jealously gave him many nicknames, calling him “Kolimo who never missed his hand.” But this time he really missed it.

Who is this girl? With a red-headed head, he said that he was not from the Flammel family; with a big bag of gold coins, he cared about the accommodation fee for a few silver coins; he had never been to the east, but he knew the bartender in the tavern. Corimo noticed that the girl used the ring of contract to control him, but she also carried a similar ring on her finger, which was obviously restrained by others. All kinds of conflicting information made Corey inexplicable, and instinctively felt that it might be profitable, or it might cost him his life.

Corimo is not that scared. For many years, he has been doing this kind of business. All profitable things are dangerous. Dancing on the rope hanging high in the sky is his true nature of deceiving artists.

Although that was the case, if he was asked to choose again, Corimo would probably not come to this muddy water again. But now that he has been forced to get involved, Corimo is determined to use his full strength, learn more about it, and extract value from it as much as possible. At the critical moment, what he learned might save his life. Of course, what he knows may also cost him his life, but if things really go in that direction, at least he can die clearly.

He pricked up his ears and tried his best to listen. Alice’s voice was very small, and it was not easy to hear it clearly. Fortunately, it was very quiet at night, and with his guesswork, Corimo understood a little bit.

This is not a dream, she is indeed talking with people.

But there was no one else here, and Corimo did not hear the other person’s response. This thing is really weird, it makes people puzzled. Coremo listened and thought, vaguely guessing the answer to the question from some words and sentences.

Could it be… Was it a **** who was talking to her?

This incident is a bit beyond Corimo’s scope. Although most people believe in gods, Corimo has never been a believer in gods. The God of Light and his family have no relationship with him. As for the God of Dark Night and the three of his followers, although they are very attractive to him, they often have to pay a high price if they want to follow them. People like Corimo would not be willing to pay any price for the blessing of the gods.

He has also heard that some people are called the darlings of the gods and can communicate directly with the gods. Such things are somewhat absurd to people who are not believers. Unexpectedly, such a thing would happen before his eyes.

This was originally Corimo’s conjecture, but what happened later shattered all his doubts, and at the same time…maybe it shattered something else.

The ceiling of his room suddenly cracked, and while opening a corner of the world of ideas to Alice, it also opened to Corey. Coremo received such a shock unexpectedly, and he couldn’t support it at all. He is just an ordinary liar, slightly stronger and limited than other peers, and his mental power is completely incomparable to Alice. For a moment, he even thought he was going to die.

Fortunately, Cecilian’s display of the world of ideas only lasted for a moment, allowing Coremo’s completely tense spirit to relax. He had no spare time to think about it. As for what Alice and her **** said later, Corey also did. There is no time to listen anymore.

He maintained this stiff posture until the next morning, and it seemed that someone had used a fixation technique.

Poor Corimo stayed up all night, and the next morning, the energetic Alice looked at Corimo’s big dark circles comparable to Hewlett, and raised her eyebrows:

“did not sleep well?”

This sentence was like a spell to release the fixation technique, which made Corimo regain his senses, opened his mouth, and responded instinctively:

“No, I slept well.”

He didn’t even notice it. His voice seemed to be trembling and broken, like someone who had been thirsty for several days in the desert. The vision of the ideal world more or less destroyed part of his spirit, and the destruction of the spirit will inevitably manifest itself on the outside.

Alice didn’t know that Corimo’s state was because he took a peek at the world of ideas shown by Cecilian, only when he was still suffering the blow of failure, and didn’t care too much.

“Today is a vacation for you.” She said very sensibly. “We will leave tomorrow. Today you can stay at home to rest or make some preparations for a trip. Tonight is the night of Bacchus, I think you might I would also like to have a drink. If you also go to the pub, we can meet there.”

Corey didn’t answer, and Alice didn’t care, but went out alone.

With the ring of covenant, Alice was not worried about Corimo slipping away.

Yesterday, almost all of Alice’s attention was focused on Corimo. She didn’t pay much attention to the situation on the street, and she hadn’t had time to stroll around the east side. At this time, leaving Corimo’s house, the tavern would not open for the time being, and Alice began to wander around.

This side of the country is more or less a small town. It is possible to stroll around a little bit. Although the people coming in and out of the country gate are all wearing black cloaks and black robes. But after really entering the east, most people on the street were not so dressed up. It looks like there are less than half of the sneaky people.

Here, as long as you look at the clothes, you can guess the identity of most people. The most eye-catching thing is of course the magicians. The magicians are rich and love to show off. They all wear well-designed robes, just like peacocks. Many mage’s robes were designed by themselves, covered with magic circles, and handed over to the best-skilled female workers to embroider them one by one. A good robe is invaluable. After encountering an unfamiliar mage, just relying on the robe on the opponent’s body can roughly determine the position of the opposite person.

Some wizards seem to be particularly famous. When they walked past the street, other passers-by stopped and whispered his name quietly.

Except for those who have a certain status, the next thing that is notable is the apprentices of the mage that belong to each mage tower. Most of the apprentices wear the uniform uniforms of the mage tower. Most of these people are young and energetic, thinking that they are tomorrow’s. Xing, even if he doesn’t have much mana right now, he might be able to become the tower master, or the chief of a certain mage tower. No one wants to offend these young people. On the one hand, the Mage Tower does have a strong influence, on the other hand, no one knows which of these young people will have the strength to become a particularly powerful archmage.

In addition, as Master Roma said, the number of “crows” here is almost ten times more than that of the outside world. Even in the daytime, there are many “crows” dangling on the street. Alice noticed that even in the east, the “crows” were not very popular, and most people chose to avoid them as much as possible. The tragic white hands under their masks or robes are scary enough, not to mention their close connection with death. No matter where it is, death is always a frightening topic. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand why someone would choose to embrace death and join the frightening **** Herdis.

Perhaps because it was too early, Alice had not seen any decorations for Bacchus Night on the street. She wandered around and bought some snacks on the street for breakfast and lunch. Perhaps because many materials here have to be transported from the border, or because the wizards are indeed rich, the prices in the east are actually much higher than in the west, which makes Alice very painful.

But she also inquired something about Bacchus Night.

In areas where the God of Light is considered the mainstream, Bacchus Night is just a small celebration in taverns and vineyards, but to the east, it is one of the most important festivals of the year. Even the most traditional mages have to give their apprentices a vacation, let them go to the tavern, and spend a whole month’s pocket money in one night.

“I hope Bacchus can open up your elm heads.” The stern tutors always say this to their apprentices before the holiday.

This sentence is not just a satire. In the east, there is a widely circulated legend that the great Bacchus will dress up as a mortal on this day and enter a tavern that makes him feel most comfortable. His blessings were given there.

The blessing of Bacchus is not as positive as the blessing of the light gods. It is said that his blessing will make people go crazy for a long time.

This kind of madness is the enemy of rationality. Serious and rigid people definitely don’t want to cross the thunder pond half a step, but there are indeed many people who are pursuing this kind of madness. Sometimes, disorderly madness can break some difficult boundaries and make it difficult to break through. The mage or artist who has been stuck in the bottleneck for a long time is suddenly enlightened. The madness is a god-given thing, and it can also bring a steady stream of inspiration. It is definitely not something that can be easily obtained.

Some people who like opportunism will find ways to formulate potions with similar effects in an attempt to steal the fanaticism bestowed by Bacchus. They are more or less successful. People who drink potions will enter a frantic state similar to receiving Bacchus’s blessings. However, this potion will burn people’s brains and damage people’s spirits. Malaise, even the body will be destroyed after long-term use. The madness given by Bacchus is not something that humans can prepare on their own, and mortals who try to steal will surely encounter backlash.

In any case, a carnival on the night of Bacchus is harmless to anyone. If you are lucky enough to get the madness bestowed by the gods, it is enough to remember the experience of a lifetime. This is a night of indulgence, a night of madness, and everyone only asks for a drunk.

At dusk, Alice arrived at the tavern where she had been the night before.

The last time I experienced the night of Bacchus was today five years ago. At that time, she was a waitress in a tavern with confetti in her hand and kept throwing it on people. Looking back from the present perspective, Alice would say that that night more or less changed her destiny. This time she was going to join the madness of Bacchus Night again, but as an ordinary drinker, she didn’t know how this experience would make people feel.

Alice pushed open the door of the tavern.

The bull head decorating the night of Bacchus came into view. Before she could see what decorations were around, she was sprinkled with a lot of confetti, and a large glass of wine was stuffed into her hand.

“Drink it! Drink it!” the half-drunk alcoholics in the tavern shouted at her.

Alice raised her head and drank the wine, and saw the Bacchus adorned with horns appeared in front of her. The beauty who was dressed as the Bacchus priestess was the one Alice had missed for a long time. Alice felt a little sparkling in her eyes. Something blocked her sight, she wiped her eyes and called out the name of the Bacchus priestess in front of her:

“Lina.”