When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1022 - 365 Triumphal Chariot of Antimony

Chapter 1022: Chapter 365 Triumphal Chariot of Antimony

“A child of one and a half years old…shouldn’t be able to speak yet, right?”

“Beyard” tapped his amber-colored wine glass lightly, speaking with so surprise.

“That’s probably right. One or two words will still be fine, complete sentences though, those indeed can’t be said.”

Franz Pomponazzi nodded: “Before I learned to speak, I could already kill. That was my first ti drawing blood from a living person, rather than drinking from a blood bottle.”

“When I grew older, I found out… apparently everyone knew about it. It seed like they all knew… that when I had just learned to walk, I personally killed my own biological sister. Hahaha…”

He laughed out loud, but there was no joy to be heard in his laughter.

He put his wine glass back on the table.

Even though the wine in that glass was supre in this world, he had no interest in drinking it.

“Do you still rember, what people used to call back then?”

Pomponazzi did not wait for “Beyard” to respond, so it was a rhetorical question: “‘The little monster of the Pomponazzi family’.”

“So, you beca a real monster?”

“Beyard” said softly: “Killed your whole family?”

“Why not.”

Pomponazzi declared indifferently: “My brother killed my sister, my sister killed my brother. My father killed my brother, and I myself have also killed my sister. Since the education I received from a young age was such, and this was what people expected of , why can’t I turn into such a person when I grow up?

“Besides, I didn’t completely kill them…”

As he spoke, Pomponazzi caressed his chest and belly.

Aleister realized sothing: “You didn’t just…”

“Oh, it wasn’t as simple as consuming them.”

Pomponazzi smiled: “At that ti, all the servants in our house were killed as ‘Blood Packs’, fighting each other to death… and the one who erged victorious in the end was myself.”

“But I myself was gravely injured and dying in that ‘civil war’, struck by my mother’s curse. Thus, I prepared the revival ritual—I directed the remaining blood within out. Mixing those small remnants of collected blood, I used them to bring myself back to life… through this way to cleanse the curse.”

“At that ti, I had a sudden idea—Because I was worried, what if I failed to revive due to lack of blood, and they coincidentally were revived by soone else.”

“So, I smashed all the statues of my family mbers, gathered a portion of their ashes to my side. I took away part of them, thereby preventing any of them from reviving completely.”

“And when I died and was reborn, I was rged with them. At that ti, I had one sister left, two brothers, along with my father and mother, five parts in total, and including myself as the sixth… precisely the ‘number of Adaptation’. The blood available then was barely enough to revive even one person, let alone six sets of ashes. I think… being able to survive from that state, perhaps it was the Lord of Scalefeather’s favor.”

——So, that’s why he would call himself “Pomponazzi”.

Aleister understood.

It wasn’t because he was distant from people, nor because he, as a fallen noble, still rembered his family na. Because to him, it was more than just a surna… It represented “family”.

He was not rely “Franz”, but rather the ultimate amalgamation of all of “Pomponazzi”.

That’s why he liked both n and won, was gentle yet volatile, conservative yet radical… because “Pomponazzi” was composed not of the sa ritual.

“Since I was the only remaining ‘Pomponazzi’, the family’s property naturally beca mine. Although my family was noble, we had long since had no fiefdom… we were nothing but fallen nobility. Thus, I simply sold off all the family assets for my own pleasure.”

“People despise , they reject . Although they respect to my face, I know… they just want my money.”

Pomponazzi scoffed: “They want it, I give it to them. Watching them fight to the death over such things, backstabbing and framing each other, it gives imnse pleasure—who indeed is the monster? Is it ? Is it them? Or those shiny golden coins?”

“After all, I never cared about such stuff, rather, I was ready to die long ago. I’m not a ritualist; that revival ritual was rely a chanical apparatus. If sothing went wrong, I might not have been able to co back to life; even before I made this decision, I did not know whether what would be revived would be , or so sort of Chira.”

“Until I t Bashir. He was a rather interesting human… I could feel that he was one of the few who neither feared nor mocked —he dared to directly ask for money the first ti we t.”

“…Oh?”

Aleister couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

So, it was a “this man caught my attention because he was so special” kind of developnt?

But Pomponazzi’s words negated Aleister’s guess:

“In order to fund his research, he was even willing to die. Not as a Blood Slave, and not the empty talk of ‘I am willing to die for you’… he ca to directly with a contract certified by the Silver-Crowned Dragon, entrusting his life to in exchange for a sum of money.”

“Until later he beca the Monarch, established a Kingdom… this contract is still with . He never took it back, nor did he request that I destroy it.”

“You must have accepted.”