King? No, Emperor!

Compared with the previous Nightmare, Lumian can now "see" it more clearly. The appearance of the dark red-haired man behind the narrow Glass Window is actually about 70% similar to Count Puyver.

When he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles on his face squirmed and the contours changed, instantly becoming exactly the same as Lumian.

It is exactly the same as Lumian·Li of Cordou Village, not the current Charles·Dubois!

When the dark red-haired man with Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian's eye sockets also felt severe pain, and his vision turned black.

At the same time, the crazy laughter of "Hahaha" sounded in his ears, which made him want to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodthirsty.

Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly warm, and pure madness flooded into his mind.

The irritability, violence and bloodlust that came from nowhere were immediately expelled from his body, and the crazy laughter of "hahaha" disappeared instantly.

Lumian's vision also returned to normal, and he saw novelist Anoli sitting opposite and Count Puyver sitting on the side.

With smiles on their faces, they watched the other Participant pick King Cake, completely unaware of the abnormality Change that appeared on Lumian.

Lumian counted the missing King Cake, looked at the Laurent that was being selected, and found that the time was only Past seconds, but it felt like a long hour.

He relied on the ability of "Mendicant Friar" to hold back the emotional fluctuations caused by the breath of "Blood Emperor" in his body, and vaguely sensed that there was a strange, crazy, bloody and cruel spirit lingering in the void above his head.

This trembling spirit is eager to enter Lumian's body, but is intimidated by the hidden Alista·Tudor aura. It never dares to fall down, and can only keep Territory spinning above the living room, just like Vulture who wants to hunt Corpse but is afraid of nearby natural enemies.

None of the King Cake Game Participant present noticed that there was such a crazy spirit staring fiercely at their heads, and they picked up King Cake with laughter.

"Come on, come and dance with 'Blood Emperor'! Let's see if you are crazy, or Alista·Tudor is crazy!" Lumian, who was emotionally unstable, sneered in his heart.

Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell. If that spirit really wanted to forcefully enter his body, he had no way to stop it. He could only hope that Mr. "The Fool"'s seal could be activated and produce a certain effect.

But now it seems that that crazy and cruel spirit is nothing Rationality. It is difficult to think, and it is impossible to distinguish the specific effects of Alista·Tudor's breath. All I know is to be instinctively afraid.

Lumian controlled his state a little. While watching Alois and others choose King Cake, and feeling the crazy spirit wandering quickly, he thought about the corresponding questions:

"This seems to be the essence of the Sauron Family King Cake Game...

"Puyfer uses his own bloodline and uses the simplified Ritual to summon the remaining spirit of Ancestors, letting it enter the body of the person who eats the marker and becomes the king...

"Such a crazy and bloody spirit really took over my body and eroded my mind. I might have become Loss of Control on the spot. Ordinary Person would have almost no chance of not going crazy. How does Count Puyver stay normal? At least he looks normal, and he has been the king countless times...

"No wonder Termiboros asked me to exchange a piece of cake last time. If I were Loss of Control, his end would not be much better...

"Raised by sows! Why didn't you remind me today? You knew I had the aura of 'Blood Emperor' on me and you didn't have to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, so you chose to be Mute?"

"Where did this crazy spirit come from? It's been two or three hundred years, so why does it still exist?

"Did Sauron Family have a special way to preserve the spirit of High-Ranking Being, accumulated from generation to generation, or did That One Vermonda·Soren actually not die, or the Beyonder Characteristic he left behind Corruption It's too serious. Sauron Family Want to use this method to eliminate it bit by bit? But it's been two or three hundred years!

"The purpose of Gardner·Martin is to confirm the status of Vermonda...

"Well, this crazy spirit keeps wandering overhead and can't fall down... will it slowly recede later, change its target, or create another Mutation?"

Lumian is highly tensed, always paying attention to the crazy spirit wandering in the air.

If it really shows signs of forcibly invading under the aura of "Blood Emperor", or if it brings other bad things to Change, Lumian will choose to leave directly with "Teleportation".

Anoli, Maren, Ilett and others finished selecting King Cake in turn, leaving only the piece dedicated to Vermonda·Soren on the plate.

Count Puyver looked around with a smile and said, "Everyone can start eating. The one who eats that Gold Coin will be the king today."

After speaking, he gracefully took a bite of the King Cake in his hand, and then took several more bites, his expression gradually becoming confused and panicked.

There is no such Gold Coin!

Count Puyver looked at the other Participant in shock. The confidence that everything was under control was gone.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:

"No, it's impossible! I'm the one who looks most like Ancestors!"

He set his sights on Alois, the only one among the guests present who had the blood of the Sauron Family.

Alois Although he was puzzled by his cousin's panicked and fierce look as if he was about to tear himself apart, he still took a few bites of King Cake.

There is still no Gold Coin.

Count Puyver became even more confused. His eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through his mind:

"There won't be any illegitimate child of any family member here, right?

"No, even if there is, I am more like Ancestors!

"Is there High-Ranking Being of 'Hunter' Pathway at the scene?

"Impossible!

"Or, has anyone here suffered from Corruption of Underground?"

Lumian Seeing that Count Puyver was scratching Pain's hair, and most games Participant had taken several bites of King Cake, he slowly raised his right hand and took a bite.

As expected, his Teeth hit a hard metal object.

He then vomited the thing on his left palm, and it turned out to be a Gold Coin with 10 Felk.

Count Puyver's pupils suddenly dilated and he stared at Lumian's face, wishing he could dig out every piece of flesh and blood and examine it carefully.

Novelist Anoli laughed:

"Oh, finally there is a new king. It's Puyfer every time that makes me tired. He can't think of any good pranks or picture book or drama ideas."

Lumian picked up the Gold Coin and glanced at Anoli coldly:

"Who asked you to speak?"

Anoli's body trembled and he instinctively closed his mouth.

Lumian barely controlled the influence of the "Blood Emperor" breath, and felt that the crazy spirit above his head was swirling faster and faster, and seemed to be getting more and more irritable and violent.

He looked around slowly, showed a smile and said, "From now on, I will be your king, or do you prefer to call me emperor?"

For some reason, all the Participants, including Miss Count Puyver and Miss Alois, have a kind of tremor that obeys the orders of Charles.

Of course, it is just a throbbing, a throbbing caused by the dual influence of words and momentum.

Here, Poet Ilett, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles·Dubois, stood up completely indifferently, pressed his hand on his chest, and saluted:

"Yes, my His Imperial Majesty!"

Others either followed the spirit of the game or were affected by the throbbing in their hearts. They also stood up and saluted in their own way:

"Yes, His Imperial Majesty."

Lumian smiled at the corner of his mouth, and pressed Subordinate right, indicating that everyone could sit down.

He then looked at Count Puyver, raised his chin slightly and said, "I order you to donate gold worth thirty thousand Felkine."

Count Puyver was startled for a moment, with complicated emotions swirling in his heart.

This is the first time he has been ordered by someone in King Cake Game.

He subconsciously wanted to retort in a joking tone, but he remembered that once the Mysticism game really started, he could not disobey the king's order, otherwise there would be a very miserable end.

Count Puyver gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Yes, His Imperial Majesty."

He left the living room, and while everyone was waiting quietly, he went up to a certain floor of Castle Main Building and took out five heavy gold bars from the safe.

To him, thirty thousand Felkine is not a big amount.

Seeing that Count Puyver really presented himself with gold bars worth thirty thousand Felkine, Lumian was filled with regret:

If I had known he would obey orders, I should have asked for more!

"The problem now is how to take the gold back and play similar games normally. Even if I accept 30,000 Felkine in person, I have to return it in private, otherwise I will severely offend Count Puyver... still Yes, how should I explain to Gardner·Martin that I became a king, but nothing happened?" Lumian was thinking as he put the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides.

He turned to the novelist Anoli:

"Your task is to give a kiss to someone present, the person is..."

When Anoli looked at those beautiful girls expectantly, Lumian pointed at Poet Ilett who had just taken a puff from the big smoker:

"It's our Poet."

After a brief silence, one of the guests whistled, and others began to cheer.

Anoli stood up reluctantly and muttered, "I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath. I can accept it if it's Maren..."

Although he was so repelled, he still obeyed the order and kissed Ilett gently on the lips.

Ilett didn't care at all, and said with a "haha" smile, "I can feel your stiffness, Anoli, cheer up, don't be like a country boy who has never seen the world."

Lumian watched and listened expressionlessly, focusing most of his attention on the swirling crazy spirit.

Although it did not try to invade the body of anyone present, under its influence, everyone became a little restless and showed signs of emotional instability.

Novelist Anoli, who usually likes to make jokes and is happy to be made fun of, had a cold expression after hearing Ilett's ridicule, as if he wanted to pick up the knife on the table and give it to the other person.

He finally resisted the urge.

Lumian suspects that as the game progresses, Participant will become more and more irritable, irritable, and bloodthirsty as long as that crazy aura does not leave or dissipate.

At this moment, a sharp, frightening scream sounded from somewhere Castle.