Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 16

The strange disease that had happened before began to trouble Sean again: he couldn't stop the trembling of his limbs, and he couldn't bear the cold current running through his body.He tried to sit upright, hugging his knees, trying to control his chattering teeth.

"God, Francis, what's wrong with him?" The woman who was sitting on the side walked over quickly: "Isn't he addicted to marijuana?"

"No, it's just a disease." Francis smiled to comfort the frightened woman, but his expression was very serious.

This episode was worse than the previous one at the abandoned factory.Sean suffered from pain for a long time.When everything fell silent, Sean's lower lip was bitten by himself, his face was pale, and his nails left many pinch marks on his arms.

"Do you feel better?" Francis and the woman asked in unison, and then smiled at each other, the latter blushing like the morning glow.

Sean wanted to make some jokes, but the icy pain made him lose his interest; he just thanked the two people who had been taking care of him, and then suggested that Francis should leave early and not disturb the lady's rest.

Sean and Francis are walking on the side of the road.There were not many people outside, and the road was bare.Francis works in a newspaper office during the day, and at this moment, he tells Sean some interesting things at work, trying to make Sean feel better.

Sean smiled occasionally as a reward for the other party.Although those stories were interesting, they could not dispel the boredom in his heart.He found that the shadow cast by Medanzo had not disappeared, and that the other party was still restraining him in some way. "How much do you know about the termination of the contract?"

"Are you asking about the contract on you?" Francis sighed, and then tried to persuade Sean not to care: "You don't mind this. We won't run into Medanzo Levin all the time, right? I know You can't beat him, and you can't let him die as long as you want to live. But it doesn't matter. Our brother can teach him for you, and he doesn't die so easily."

"Say it straight, Francis." Sean stopped short before turning into a dark alley. "You're not the type to talk about him."

Francis looked at Sean with a very embarrassed expression: "That is a real master-slave contract." Sean turned to face him: "So? I don't know anything about this, tell me."

At this time, their conversation had to be suspended.A man rushed out of the shadows, swinging a dagger at Sean.Sean dodged nimbly, staring at the man he had never masked and said, "I don't remember offending you. We never even met."

The man yelled at him frantically: "Aren't you from Medanzo Levin! That guy gouged out one of my eyes and ruined my life, now you pay his debts!"

Sean was taken aback; now he also noticed the blindfold the man in front of him was wearing.He immediately thought of the story Francis had told himself—about how Medanzo poached the eyeballs of his subordinates.

Francis evidently thought of it too; he covered his mouth in surprise: "My God! You stop, he has not been with Medanzo Levin for a long time!"

The man in rage was unmoved, and still kept waving his gleaming dagger, trying to stab it into Sean's body.However, the difference in actual combat ability between him and Sean was so great that he was quickly knocked to the ground by Sean, and the dagger was also taken away by the other party.

Sean looked at the man lying on the ground cursing and crying, feeling a little bit of sympathy, and also had an idea in his heart.He grabbed the man by the collar and pushed him against the wall, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to seek revenge from him? Regardless of your own life or death, as long as you can hurt him?"

"He dug a blood hole in my face! My life has been ruined by him!" The man burst into tears, hysterical: "Of course I hope to hurt him with my own hands, but this is impossible!"

"Who says it's impossible? He's in the guard now, and he has a lot of opportunities to meet us civilians." Sean said calmly, a gleam called madness flashed in his eyes.He raised the dagger and carefully pressed it against the corner of the man's eye: "From this position, stab the knife in according to my current angle, and he will give you back your eye."

"You're teaching him to commit crimes now, that's not good!" Seeing that Sean had escaped danger, Francis began to tease him again.

Sean ignored it, but continued to gesticulate on the man's face with the dagger. "Your dagger is good. According to this size, it can just fit in his eye socket, but the sharpest part can cut his eyelid and penetrate deep." Sean thought of those beautiful bright green eyes, slowly Said: "You insert the knife at the angle I said, and then use force outward; this knife will act like a lever to pry out his eyeball."

The man is intimidated by Sean.He asked tremblingly, "Really?"

Sean nodded, "Really. That's an eye for an eye in the truest sense of the word. You want to vent your anger by hurting innocent people? That would make you as dirty as Medanzo. Both of us; we both Hate him. If you want to get rid of this hatred, you must give him back the hurt you have suffered. He always feels good about himself, you just approach him in the name of apologizing, and then..."

"Xion, are you serious?" Francis asked, his expression turned from frivolous to serious.He snatched the dagger from Sean, threw it to the man who was trembling with fright, and then pulled Sean away.

At the end of the alley, Francis solemnly said to Sean: "I don't want to hit you, but you will never be able to kill Medanzo Levin with your own hands in your life. Even if he dies in someone else's hands, the contract you bear will kill you at the same moment. The length of your life is already determined by him. So, don't do something stupid."

"Is there no way to solve this damn contract?" Sean didn't show much anger or despair about the bad news; It’s impossible to beat him up. And when this contract breaks out, it’s even more difficult for me to move freely.”

"Your pain is caused by binding. That's what a master-slave contract is, you leave the 'master' and it punishes you in ways that make you miserable. I have a way to make it better, but you don't want to try Yes." Francis hesitated for a moment and said, "I know a thing or two about contract magic. You have two marks on your body, right?"

"Yes." Sean was a little puzzled; he knew that only nobles could understand magic, and Francis was against the nobles.But he quickly put aside this doubt and focused on his own problem. "The mark on my chest means my life belongs to someone else, and the mark on my back means I can't fight against that person."

"Yes. I can only remove the mark on your back, and the process is very painful. This can only remove part of the taboo. You will not be 'punished' when you attack Metatron, but if he dies, you are still dead If you want to get rid of the contract completely, you can only go to the person who made the contract in the first place. You know who he is, right?"

"Even if he turns to ashes, I can recognize him." Sean replied hastily.In the matter of rescinding the contract, he is like a fish lacking oxygen on the shore thirsting for water, a little bit may make him extremely eager. "Since you have a way, why didn't you tell me at the beginning? It's better than now anyway. I won't punish myself with hatred for him, but I can't bear the days when I can't do anything."

"I can't completely save you, but may kill you. I have been a crow for seven or eight years, and I have tried to get puppet boys like you to join us. They also wanted to get rid of the contract, but they all died in the stripping in the process of contracting."

Sean was finally a little moved: "Why did they die? The body is too weak, so they can't bear it?"

"This is one of the reasons; more importantly, they subconsciously don't want to lose the contract." Francis' voice was a little sad: "The puppets have been trained to make 'obedience' and 'being controlled' take root deep in their hearts. Occasionally Bravery does not mean that slavishness disappears. The process of breaking the contract is like cutting off limbs and harvesting organs from a living person, and a body that is not strong enough can't resist it at all."

"People who are weak in heart are not strong in body. Do you think I am like them?"

"Of course not!" Francis explained in a loud voice as if awakened: "You are much stronger than them; you don't seem to obey anyone. But I don't want to take risks. You are very suitable to join us. If I am afraid If you die, I'm afraid I can't find someone more..." He stopped short.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with you." Sean comforted the other party with a smile.He didn't care about Francis's ulterior motives, he just wanted to solve his troubles as much as possible. "You just pointed out the direction for me. It is entirely my own decision whether to embark on that road."

"Since you have said so, I am too embarrassed to refuse." Francis' eyes flashed: "Anytime?"

"Anytime. Even now it doesn't matter."

"Now? Of course. But you have to go to my place."

Sheehan soon learns that Francis is not lying to him.

The process of stripping the deed is excruciatingly painful.At first, it was like scorching the skin with fire, with scorching heat and pain; later, the invisible flame turned into a sharp knife, removing the flesh and blood from every rib.

Sean believed the pain must have knocked him out, only to wake him up again soon after.He seemed to remain conscious, for he could hear his own blood vessels bursting and bones snapping.This gave him an illusion: his back was dripping with blood, and the bones supporting his torso were shattered.

It wasn't until he fully woke up that Sean found out with a smile that those horrible pictures were all his illusions.He didn't bleed, and he didn't break a bone.He was just sweating profusely, dehydrating so much that he was close to collapse. "Successful?" Sean asked, his voice hoarse, even he himself found it unpleasant.

Success means he can beat a man he hates -- as long as he doesn't kill him.

Sean thought about how to attack the flaws in Medanzuo's body, and finally threw the other person out; imagining this way, he couldn't help being excited.But Francis was even more excited than Sean.He wanted to bring water to Sean, but his hands couldn't help shaking, and he splashed most of the water in the glass on Sean's face.

"Sorry, I got a little excited." Francis smiled uncomfortably.He wasn't "kinda" excited; he was so excited that his hands shook like a vibrating engine at work.

Sean glanced at the other party, then quickly looked away.He hated the eager, quizzical look in Francis' eyes.He already regarded this man as a companion, and now he regarded him as a benefactor; even so, he still couldn't look directly into that look.It bewildered him.

"I can understand why you hate Medanzo so much." Francis looked at Sean's naked back and said with great sympathy: "You have more scars on your body than I have in the past few years combined. Let him buy it." People like you should please him very much; for you, he is actually so vicious."

"Don't look any more." Sean got up uncomfortably and tore off his clothes.He looked at his back with the help of a mirror.There were scars and burns on the vast expanse of pale skin, but the black mark of the same shape as the Levin family coat of arms was gone.The mark on his chest is still there, which means that the shame and crisis brought to him by the contract have not disappeared; but the current situation has made Sean very happy.

"Thanks to you, I can return these injuries to him in the future. Next time I see him, I can beat him hard."