Proof of the Sun King

"Hello, Mr. Darkholm, I haven't heard your name, can you tell me in detail?" Agneda recalled carefully and found that she had never heard of this person, but since there was an introduction by Master Foster , this person can't be without a background. ..

"I'm from the southern kingdom of Liguria." Van Duckholm spread his hands: "I used to want to be an actor, um, an actor who performed in the theater, but I failed a hundred auditions and played a few small roles. After 'color', you know, I've had enough, so I'm now in the art industry, some special art service industry."

"A special art service industry?" Aneda thought for a while, and her eyes were filled with some kind of unexplained brilliance: "Very welcome! Mr. Darkholm! On behalf of Weimei Club, I welcome you!"

After finishing speaking, Aneda gave Foster a strange look, and the president of the Aesthetic Society thought that this old gentleman would be fine with that.

"What are you talking about?" When he entered the manor, Foster, the master architect, still couldn't understand what Ryan was talking about, and how Aneda suddenly changed his attitude and did not welcome Ryan's "Fan- Darkholm".

"Hehe~ Mr. Foster, don't worry, I'm also not interested in the banquets of this group of hedonists, but I'm here to investigate some important things, and I'll be very grateful when things are done." Lane whispered said.

"What kind of thanks can I have for a dying old man?" Foster shook his head helplessly. He had both money and fame. The architect, who had half his foot in the coffin, felt that he had nothing to impress him.

"Forget it, anyway, this is Schultz's request, I will pretend to be unwell and find a place to rest, you must remember, young man, a real artist must never stay in a corner alone, be sure to follow The topic of everyone! If you don't understand anything, then just praise more and comment less!" Foster 'touched' his beautiful short white beard and instructed Ryan again.

"I know, I know~" Ryan explained in succession, his confident look made the architect shake his head again and again, and the old master thought that the young people today are really confident.

Inside the fiery manor, Ryan quickly joined the conversation with a glass of red wine, while Foster drank a little red wine and chatted a few words, pretending to be out of alcohol, and found a place to rest. .

After all, the master architect was old, and everyone involved in the salon understood his situation. Foster took a nap in the lounge under the leadership of the 'waiter'.

By the time he woke up, the art salon had already entered a high 'tide' stage.

To the shock of the old gentleman, in one corner, Lane had become the focus of the artists, and he was alone towards a group of brightly 'gorgeous', lavishly dressed, spitting perfumes and 'spiritual' lethargic artists. They chatted.

"Yes, so in this process, the 'role' I have shown is that of the master."

"I turned my home into a dungeon, and I became the owner of the dungeon, with a full set of tools and stuff... I did a great job, and the guests loved me."

"Fist words are like thirty silver coins at a time... It means that customers who like this kind of service are generally a little too drunk to be interested. They want to relax a little... Then I will punch..."

"It's a long process ~ you all understand," said artist Van Darkholm humorously.

"Oh! God! Mr. Darkholm! I want to try this!" said one artist with 'excitement'.

"Another kind of unprecedented stimulation, Mr. Darkholm, can I be your guest?" One of the "lady" faces was also full of excitement.

"Oh! Of course we can, we can all get enough 'stimulus' in this process."

"Wow! This is really 'fantastic'!"

The faces of this group of artists and nobles had a strange twist and a nervous frenzy. They pulled Van Duckholm to ask this question and that. The atmosphere was so hot that even the president of the Aesthetic Society, Aneda, said excitedly. : "Oh, Mr. Darkholm, you are such an amazing artist."

"Yes, you see, I have invented some combination of leather and rope, I think they are 'good', they are my work, I can show you if you are interested." Van Duckholm took it out. Some filthy pictures were taken, but the nobles and artists in the corner regarded them as treasures, circulated them to each other, and exclaimed in admiration: "It's a masterpiece!"

Seeing Foster appearing, Van Duckholm signaled his apology, and he walked to the corner alone: ​​"Master Foster, I was invited to an underground banquet. After I go in for ten minutes, you will ask the 'waitress'. ' The person went to me and said to take me away."

For a long time, Foster didn't understand how Ryan got into the circle of Aesthetic Society so smoothly, but he still agreed to Ryan's request.

"Mr. Darkholm, this way please." So Ryan went to the underground clubhouse under the leadership of the 'waiter'.

Obviously, his degenerate and perverted theory just now has won the trust of these 'chaotic' Chaos sects, who firmly believe that Ryan is the same as them, corrupt and depraved.

Only Ryan knew why he had come.

Passing through the 'yin' cold, 'moist' and wet tunnel, Ryan participated in a more secret banquet.

The 'chaos' and 'chaos' of this banquet are inconvenient to describe in words. The "artists" are indulging in pleasure and madly asking to amplify the 'desire' of society through various means. For more brutal pleasures and disgusting perverted pleasures, they plan loudly how to root out sects that emphasize virtue and discipline, and how to "build" Marienburg into a "place of absolute beauty."

"Anything that obstructs the aesthetics of the eye is like a poisonous 'drug' boiling in the veins and must be eliminated or transformed!" Here is a venerable and educated artist in a 'moist' and 'shady' cold basement said madly.

"agree!"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

The twisted "artists" responded frantically.

"Okay, gentlemen, the 'white meat' is here, please enjoy it!" A 'waiter' brought in a steaming pot of 'meat' and signaled everyone to enjoy it.

The composition and origin of the 'meat' is completely invisible from the outside, since the 'meat' was brought in, no one asked what 'meat' it was, no one asked where the 'meat' came from, but everyone rushed to eat it 'Meat', every bite is like nothing to enjoy.

Only Ryan didn't rush to eat. He looked a little confused and didn't seem to understand what it was, so he missed the opportunity.

The white 'meat' was quickly eaten up.

A 'waiter' sneaked down, he whispered a few words in Aneda's ear, and the president of the Aesthetic Society came to Ryan with regret: "Mr. Duckholm, Foster The master is looking for you, are you planning to leave?"

"Ah!" Van Duckholm looked surprised. "Mr. Foster is looking for me? Then I have to go quickly."

"Don't Mr. Darkholm plan to continue playing? There will be more exciting 'exciting' programs later, and there is also 'Water of Life'. Drinking it can prolong life and keep youthful 'spring'!" Some were reluctant to leave such a great artist like this, so she comforted: "I can deal with you on Master Foster's side."

Van Duckholm seemed to have gone through an extremely painful ideological struggle before he refused: "But Mr. Foster is my best friend, and I have no reason to leave him, so I'm sorry Agneda" Madam, I hope next time there is a chance, I will show you my true dark philosophy."

"It's such a pity, Aesthetic Society always welcomes excellent artists and philosophers like you to participate in our art salon. This is the status symbol of Aesthetic Society members, I hope you can accept it." Aneda sent a purple ' The color's medal, Van Dakholm reached out and took it: "Thank you."

So Lane, who became Van Duckholm, left the Violet Manor like this.

After he came out of the manor and was at least ten minutes away from the manor, Ryan 'feeled' a glass bottle of about 400 milliliters from under his cloak, which was the "water of life" he "smoothly".

There was a filthy purple liquid in the glass bottle, and there were countless 'waves' of air tumbling irregularly inside the liquid, and Ryan could faintly see the souls of demons wailing and roaring.

It is hard to imagine that this will be the fountain of life nurtured by the tree of the world.

Yes, the so-called "Water of Life" by the Aesthetic Society is actually the appearance of the Fountain of Life bred by the World Tree of San Lorenzo Forest where the wood 'spirit' is located after being polluted and corrupted.

Of course, the Fountain of Life is listed as an object that cannot be 'traded' by the wood 'spirit'. Under any circumstances, the wood 'spirit' refuses to 'hand over' any little bit of the Fountain of Life. The Shenshui will only produce a little a year, and no one knows how much, but the number is definitely very rare.

However, the forest is not only the existence of wood 'elves', powerful beastman tribes have been fighting with wood 'elves' in the forest for thousands of years, and sometimes they can also get some springs of life.

The bottle in Ryan's hand is the Corrupted Fountain of Life after a lot of dilution. After drinking it, it can prolong life, but the user also has to bear the price of corruption.

Except for Ryan.

The Primarch gently stretched out his hand.

The 'chaotic' chaotic energy of purple 'color' was continuously inhaled into his body, and these violent and corrupt energies were continuously transformed by Ryan into clean and 'fine' warp energy and then absorbed by him.

Two minutes later, the polluted and corrupted spring of life returned to its original state inconceivably, and pure life energy spread in the spring water.

Reversing corruption is the only ability that only Ryan has in the entire universe. As long as the object used to be a normal creature or item, Ryan can absorb the 'chaotic' chaotic energy, and then convert it into pure warp energy. If certain conditions are met, it will be returned. Change back to the way it was.

The Fountain of Life is a good thing, even if it is diluted, and Ryan carefully put it away.

In the end, Ryan threw the sign that Añeda gave him to the ground, and let the carriage run over him. He began to think about everything about the sect of Slaanesh.

The main targets of corruption of the 'Slaanesh sect' are nobles, scholars, and artists. 'Slaanesh' is not like a warrior **** at all. He is more like a **** of beauty, artists, lovers and 'prostitute' sticks. Therefore, in the wealthy and big cities of those southern countries, the power of worshiping **** is particularly strong, because the style of **** and pleasure prevails there.

Slaanesh's creed is to tolerate all evil thoughts and try all evil, and these creeds make Slaanesh the most popular Chaos God among those lazy wealthy classes. These people worship Slaanesh as a way of adjusting to their rich, obedient, but boring lives.

It was "easy" to fall into 'Slaanesh' worship at first, no matter what the believers do, including eating and sleeping, they can get a very multiplied 'spiritual' enjoyment, which makes their boring life full of fun again .

But this road of enjoyment quickly becomes very narrow, because once they believe in 'Slaanesh', then when they do anything a second time, they will no longer feel any joy and satisfaction, and the greatness of the first time. There is a stark contrast between the 'spiritual' and the 'spiritual', and people can't stand the contrast, so they start frantically pursuing this 'stimulation', after the mundane can no longer satisfy them, they It will become increasingly sluggish and extremely declining.

In this generation of despair and hatred, these exhausted and hateful beings are driven to seek help from others who understand his horrific hunger and thirst, and they become fully a 'Slaanesh' cult~www.wuxiahere .com~ Next comes the corruption and corruption of morals and rules, they will try to try all the evils of the world to find their own happiness.

So why do you need faith? The world really needs faith and discipline. Only firm belief and mature discipline can make people avoid corruption and fight against darkness.

After thinking a little further, Ryan turned his attention back to the matter in front of him. So, what is "white 'meat'"?

For 'Slaanesh' believers, can eating 'meat' satisfy their 'spirit'?

Stop kidding, unless it's a rarity of dragon 'meat', why haven't these lunatics tried it?

and many more!

Ryan had a faint inspiration.

White 'meat'?

Is the 'spirit' satisfied?

Rare, unobtainable, and 'meat' that needs to be shared 'privately'? Unavailable to the public?

Ryan felt that he was already 'closer' to the truth.

He carefully recalled all the information he had collected so far, and his mind frantically filtered and retrieved every key piece of information.

Gradually, his memory returned to a secret story told by that street 'girl' Sarah on the night of Twilight'Street'.

"I don't know since when, Aneda appeared and became the leader of the Aesthetic Society. Her wealth is endless. She only helped dozens of city art groups and built several orphanages. Although we don't like her, she does a good job. It seems that the mortality rate of the orphans in the orphanage is very high, and there are not many adults..."

Orphanage? High death rate?

Not many grown children?

The white 'meat' that can be shared 'privately' that can bring people's spiritual satisfaction?

Ryan's pupils gradually dilated.

Understood!