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Chapter 235: Control

If it wasn’t because Archbishop Molegni knew that Fang Linyan had a backup plan before coming, he would have taken the risk to kill Fang Linyan and eliminate all evidence… But he also absolutely couldn’t just let Fang Linyan just leave like that.

So, Archbishop Molegni smiled kindly and said,

“You understand the truth now?”

Fang Linyan said,

“Well, I understand.”

Archbishop Molegni said lightly,

“I said before, if you know the truth, then do one thing for me.”

“I originally thought you were very capable and wanted you to be a priest, but I’ve changed my mind.”

“Before this, Turks was in charge of controlling Finx, but because of you, he was forced to make Finx kill itself, then forcefully terminate his spiritual connection with Finx. The spiritual damages of this incident were rather huge, so shouldn’t you shoulder the responsibility?”

Hearing this, Fang Linyan could only smile bitterly,

“Yes, Your Holiness, I am very sorry for that.”

Archbishop Molegni sighed and added,

“I’m 74 years old this year, so I know well that sincere and vain apologies are the most unreliable things in the world. So, to compensate for the trouble you caused, I want you to do a very simple task. You only need to finish the work that Turks was about to complete. ”

Fang Linyan was stunned and said,

“Excuse my presumption, Your Holiness… I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

Archbishop Molegni said lightly,

“The reason that Turks was controlling the Finx tonight was to get rid of a dancer named Lisa who was likely infected, but he was stopped by you about 20 minutes after departure. Then he was forced to destroy the newly made Finx and cut the connection…”

“Then this must be done by someone! Otherwise, if the dark wizards get what they want, it will be a devastating disaster.”

“Fortunately, we still have a Finx that is dormant and has recovered very well. Although it is not as powerful as the latest model, I think you have the ability to control Finx to do it. What do you think?”

Fang Linyan knew that while this domineering Archbishop spoke in a negotiating tone, he had no rights nor capital to reject Archbishop Molegni’s proposal. So, he could only helplessly smile,

“Okay! Since it was trouble that I caused, naturally I should be the one who makes up for it. But I may not be able to control your… Finx. If I can’t make it happen, you put the blame on me right?”

Archbishop Molegni smiled and said kindly,

“If you can’t do it, then of course I won’t force you.”

***

After 5 minutes,

Fang Linyan came to the top floor of the tower,

As he ascended to the top floor, Fang Linyan came to know from his conversations with the Archbishop and others that when the Westminster Abbey Fell, the losses and so-called injuries that Archbishop Molegni suffered were just excuses.

The truth was that to cover up Victor Frankenstein, the archbishop didn’t hesitate to cover the retreat with his subordinates. That’s why he was seriously injured and had to retreat to a safe place to defend himself.

It was worth mentioning that Victor Frankenstein wasn’t a greasy, sloppy man obsessed with his research like Fang Linyan expected.

When Fang Linyan saw him for the first time, he almost thought he was looking at a distinguished earl.

He was wearing a camel-grey trench coat with an elegant velvet fabric, and a red shirt that matched the style of Victor Frankstein’s old-fashioned aristocracy.

After Archbishop Molegni whispered to him, Mr. Victor Frankstein smiled and extended his hand to Fang Linyan,

“Mr. Wrench, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my lab.”

Indeed, the top of the tower was modified now into an alchemy laboratory— at least it seemed that was on the surface — and Victor Frankenstein’s identity to the outside was a senior alchemist. Of course, his accomplishments in this area were worthy of such a title.

Facing Victor Frankstein’s enthusiasm, Fang Linyan immediately said,

“The pleasure is mine, sir.”

After some introduction, the topic was quickly brought back to business.

Fang Linyan was brought in front of a table that had a bowl-sized crystal ball on it.

This item was widely used in alchemy, divination, and gypsies’ mysterious activities. It was quite commonly seen. Even if anyone decided to come and nitpick, they would only find dust on the walls and nearby stools. They wouldn’t be able to find anything wrong in the crystal ball.

However, when Victor Frankenstein squeezed a drop of mysterious golden liquid out of straw onto the crystal ball, everything suddenly changed.

After the crystal ball came into contact with the mysterious golden liquid, a large number of cracks appeared on the surface as if it had been broken.

However, the crystal ball’s cracked skin fell from the top like a broken boiled eggshell, revealing its real appearance on the inside!

Hidden on the inside was a blood-red mist that seemed to have a life. It floated on its own, then it slowly moved toward Fang Linyan’s face.

Facing such a strange situation, Fang Linyan was taken back. Just as he was about to dodge it, he heard Archbishop Molegni say indifferently,

“Don’t be afraid, it’s normal. If you feel too nervous, you can close your eyes.”

Fang Linyan forced himself to endure it, allowing the blood-red mist to slowly approach, then completely wrapping his head within it.

At this time, Fang Linyan received the prompt from the joint trial badge,

“You have been affected by a mysterious force, and your MP value will slowly decrease from now on. This abnormal condition may have unpredictable negative effects on your body condition. Please get rid of it in time.”

Fang Linyan scolded silently: if I could get rid of it, I would. Do I still need you to say so? With these 2 old freaks watching me closely, I can only choose to comply and cooperate with them. He could only reply in his mind,

“Notify me in time if there is any abnormal condition.”

By this time, Fang Linyan could only see blood red color, but his hearing was still working well. He heard Victor Frankenstein’s voice saying lightly with satisfaction,

“The situation is very stable, he has a lot more potential than Turks.”

Archbishop Molegni was a little surprised,

“Is that so? Turks passed the magic school test at the age of 10, and the one who gave him the qualification was the magic hat that could never go wrong! This wandered is even better than Turks?”

Victor Frankenstein nodded and held up a thermometer-like thing in his hand, which was constantly changing colors. The frequency that it changed colors was similar to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

“Yes, my old friend, my magic measuring agent doesn’t lie.”

“That’s great, with enough magic power, I may get a whole new set of data on the Finx tonight! This set of data will be the foundation to support my next stage of research!”

Speaking of this, Victor Frankenstein’s voice was a little frantic. He came up beside Fang Linyan and whispered to him,

“Calm down, relax, my friend. Finx was born 10 years ago. It is a very perfect product. Moreover, it has been tested by dozens of other people, which is very safe.”

Although Fang Linyan couldn’t see anything, he still squeezed a smile and nodded.

Then Fang Linyan felt a somewhat smoothly textured ball shoved into his hands. To his senses, it was similar to the crystal ball.

Victor Frankstein whispered softly,

“Will you try holding the ball? It doesn’t matter, either hand is fine, both hands are fine too. Are you feeling uncomfortable? If not, try connecting your mind to the ball.”

“En! If you haven’t done a similar test, then just empty your mind and filter your thoughts. Think of this ball as a part of your body. You’re trying to transfuse your blood into it. Yes, yes, yes, that’s it, very good.”

What Fang Linyan couldn’t see was that the ball in his hands turned out to be an amber-looking ball. It was pale yellow and had a smooth and transparent surface, but the most important thing was that in the center of the translucent ball, there was a grinning head.

This head was surprisingly small, only the size of an apple at most.

It looked like a trophy made by the savage cannibal tribes in the Amazon, where they cut off the head of their enemies, then they used their tribe’s secret techniques to shrink it.

The key was that this person had a third eye on his forehead, and all 3 of his eyes were wide open. His eyes didn’t show any pain or struggle before death, but he instead seemed calm and peaceful. There was even a feeling of indifferent joy, like a wanderer finally returning home.

After Fang Linyan injected mana into the crystal ball little by little, he gradually entered the state of half-dreaming and half-awake before falling asleep.

TL: Alchemy freak + machine freak? Hope they don’t create something terrifying together…