Number One Hope and His Brother(s)
In fact, just a few hours later, the blood color on the Transparent Monster's body had completely faded, and it had returned to being translucent.
Hope spent a dull day in his usual room.
After trying to bake bread once, Lavinia went back to eating canned peas.
It was even worse than when Wilbur was there; Lavinia was only willing to simmer canned peas, Hope didn't even have her daily side dishes.
After lunch, Hope tried to suggest to Lavinia that he take care of the food problem.
In any case, Hope believed he could make better food than canned peas.
Lavinia was delighted to hear this, and her reply was straightforward, "Then go!"
Hope stood up and walked towards the door.
As soon as he approached, the Transparent Monster reacted immediately, its slimy body covering the entire doorway.
"I can't get out," Hope said, turning around.
Lavinia looked at him.
"Could you make it move aside?" Hope asked.
Lavinia then stared at the Transparent Monster: "Get out of my way."
She spoke with such confidence that Hope, judging solely from her tone, almost believed he would soon regain his freedom.
But the Transparent Monster did not react to Lavinia's words; it remained in the doorway, blocking Hope's way out.
Lavinia's impact was less than Hope's.
Even if Hope told the Transparent Monster to move aside, this guy would at least wobble a few times to express his reluctance.
Lavinia shook her head regretfully. "It won't listen to me."
Hope knew what she was lamenting; it meant that she would still have to find a way to provide the food.
Hope reluctantly sat back down, keeping Lavinia company as the Transparent Monster retreated to the corner.
"Looks like the two of us combined aren't even as good as Wilbur," Hope said. "Isn't this guy a bit too obedient to Wilbur?"
At the same time, he also had some expectations, hoping that Lavinia could reveal some useful information.
Sure enough, Lavinia replied, "Wilbur has some spells that can control it."
"A spell?"
"I don't know what the spell is," Lavinia said. "It was left to him by his father."
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The spell left behind by Old Whateley —a spell specifically designed to control Transparent Monster—
It was a satisfactory answer, which met Hope's expectations.
He didn't consider having Lavinia find the spell; something so important obviously wouldn't be written down.
"What exactly is this thing?" Hope asked casually.
He asked casually, because he guessed that Lavinia wouldn't even know the answer.
After all, the Transparent Monster is clearly key to Wilbur and Old Whateley's plan, and they most likely won't tell Lavinia about it.
But Lavinia said quite naturally, "It's your brother."
Hope was stunned.
Is he... the younger brother?
A room where "Uncertainty" cannot be used is dull and boring.
After Lavinia left, Hope lay in bed, repeatedly recalling Lavinia's words:
So—actually triplets—
The son of the King of Kings —well, it's not so hard to accept—the son of the King of Kings, it's normal for him to look like this—he looks much more like the King of King of Kings than Hope and Wilbur do.
Yes, Lavinia gave birth to it----
Yes, they are triplets.
In other words, Hope, Wilbur, and the Transparent Monster were all—damn it, those two were actually born of humans—
Biologically speaking, although they are triplets, they clearly did not originate from the same egg, hence the significant differences in their appearance.
But were those two really developed from human fertilized eggs? Ah, fertilized egg—sperm—the King of Kings—
Hope stopped herself from having God thoughts, after all, He really existed.
He spent the afternoon in boredom and shock at his younger brothers.
Dinner consisted of canned peas and canned peas from Lavinia.
Hope had already guessed that Elizabeth's plan to bring Professor Armitage Dunwich must have failed again.
At the same time, he was also worried about Wilbur's side's actions.
Wilbur only lacked the Necronomicon.
Meanwhile, on Hope's side...
With the Transparent Monster watching over him, Hope was completely helpless; he was trapped here.
the next day
On June 17, Hope woke up from her sleep and finally decided to do something.
He remembered the message from Number Four Hope:
Hope certainly didn't intend to let that thing eat him, but he wanted to give it a try.
He accidentally broke the glass.
After waiting several minutes and waiting for the sound of the glass breaking to not attract Lavinia, Hope picked up a sharp shard of glass and cut a wound on the back of her hand.
--In fact, Hope's Oldest One idea was to bite his fingertip open with his teeth. But the phantom pain of his teeth touching his finger made Hope abandon the idea.
Hope squeezed the wound, and a drop of blood fell onto the Transparent Monster's body. Hope immediately moved her hand away and took a few steps back.
The water stains thickened.
Whether it was because it was already satiated or for some other special reason, the Transparent Monster did not seem to try to devour and digest the blood, but instead mixed it with the blood.
The pale, blood-red color that Hope found so irritating reappeared on the Transparent Monster.
With a strange noise, the red water stains on the ground began to twist and turn, forming a small vortex.
Hope covered the wound on her palm, where a sudden, burning pain shot through her.
He took a few steps back, instinctively wanting to get further away from the Transparent Monster.
But the pain didn't stop; instead, it intensified.
The water on the ground began to boil, and its color gradually darkened from light red until it turned into a black, oily substance.
Hope smelled a foul stench.
He instinctively held his breath, but the stench seeped into Hope's respiratory tract on its own, and even with his breath held, the foul smell remained distinct.
But suddenly the taste became wonderful again.
Hope couldn't describe it, but the scent held a powerful attraction for Hope, prompting him to actively approach its source.
He looked at the writhing liquid on the ground and stopped himself from thinking.
It's true—you can't try everything!
Hope picked up the Iron Chain that had once bound him and wrapped Iron Chain around his hands.
He leaned against the wall, watching the transparent liquid warily.
Finally, the change stopped. Hope's wound was no longer burning, but instead felt cool, and the wound on her hand was healing at an abnormally fast pace.
The transparent Monster transformed back into a puddle of translucent water.
Hope breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over and saw some black slime left on the floor.
These slimes weren't random; they were arranged in the shape of a sentence.
New Federation Language
The handwriting looked familiar to Hope —it resembled that of someone writing a book—no, it was even smoother and more elegant than Writer Hope's handwriting.
The handwriting of Number Three Hope was actually inherited from Number One Hope.