238 Chapter 38, The Promise Keeper

"Hey! Aldo, is it your signal?"

In the burning corridor, Chloe and Aldo were about to leave the monastery, a place of right and wrong, when someone behind them asked.

"Is it your signal?"

Chloe turned around unexpectedly, and there were several wizards holding wands standing on the corpses at the end of the corridor.

Aldo couldn't help but immediately pressed Chloe's shoulder, cut her arm behind her back, and said with a smile: "Of course, see who I caught?"

While speaking, he moved without leaving a trace, stopping the nightmare Aldo's body.

Those black robes took a closer look and smiled happily, "Well, you are the one who caught the most important person. You are really lucky."

"It's called strength, how can you call it luck."

Aldo's voice also became bold.

"Okay, don't get too excited."

said the wizard, "Come on, Mance is waiting for you!"

After the black robe turned around, he whispered into Chloe's ear in a subtle tone: "Don't be impulsive, Mance won't kill you. After you get through this hurdle, I'll take you away secretly."

Chloe didn't answer, she didn't have any hope at this moment, what should come will always come, in the dream, everything will only get worse, and she has no way to stop it.

The wizard walking in front held up his wand, and the sound of explosions was still ringing incessantly. They walked quickly through the yard, and heard the air defense siren in the distance, wave after wave.

A few torches were lit in the hall, and the fire in the fireplace was also flickering, but most of the hall was shrouded in darkness. The benches were against the wall and there was nowhere to sit.

In the nightmare, Muller Mans sat high in front of the priest's usual mass desk. He had already taken off his cloak. The fine German military uniform was a fine pocket watch. He looked at the time and said with a smile: "You caught LeMay That's right on time, Aldo, I knew you were the best."

"These guys still wanted to protect her, but I killed them all."

Aldo let out a wild, piercing laugh: "Overwhelmed."

"We can't blame them. There won't be a wizard who can control the power of time and space in hundreds of years. Naturally, we must protect them well."

Mance said with a smile: "Bring her here, let me appreciate it."

Aldo pushed Chloe forward, and when he passed the shadow of the torch, he whispered behind her, "Don't be afraid, he won't do anything to you."

Chloe was dizzy. She saw people being driven into the monastery hall continuously. The dark wizards dragged them with magic spells, as casually as they dragged potatoes. The blazing red light emitted by the tip of the wand made people The entangled person writhed frantically, foaming at the mouth, unable to scream.

Sister Sannessa was dragged out of the office. Her dress was torn in two, and she could only hold them together with clenched fists. She followed along, struggling with every step.

Father Red's face was covered with blood. He wanted to lend a helping hand, but was mercilessly knocked down by a black witch.

Chloe was pushed under the statue, and in a trance, she felt that the crucified Jesus seemed to have a mocking smile on his mouth.

Nightmare Mance said with a smile: "Ah, Miss Flamel, I have admired you for a long time. I really can't wait to have a long talk with you."

"Let them go." Chloe said numbly. Looking into the eyes of the priest and the nun, even though she knew everything was false, she still didn't want to see what happened afterwards.

Nightmare Mance nodded, "Of course, but the premise depends on how well you cooperate." He rubbed his hands, smiling a little philistine, and asked frantically in Chloe's ear: "Tell me, tell me, Miss Flamel, in this war, who will win in the end?"

Chloe was taken aback, raised her head inexplicably, and met the pained eyes of the kneeling priest. His mouth was firmly sealed by the spell, but he still looked at her and shook his head.

Mance: "Don't look at him, look at me!"

He grabbed Chloe's face tightly, with endless longing and searching on his face. He was so hard that the black gloves got stuck in Chloe's mouth.

"Tell me, the almighty master of time, the magical witch, tell me, who will be the ultimate winner of this war, when will Hitler die, will Grindelwald die in the end? Tell me, tell me quickly!"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Tell me!!" Nightmare Mance violently shook Chloe's head like a child shaking a piggy bank.

"I really do not know."

Chloe was terrified. .

The frenzy on Nightmare Mance's face gradually turned cold, and his red eyes turned back to a temperatureless blue.

"Did not say."

He looks at Aldo.

Aldo forced a very ugly smile.

Nightmare Mance drew out his pistol, stepped in front of nun Sannessa, aimed at the nun's head, and pulled the trigger. The shots echoed, the crowd screamed, and the nun fell to the ground.

Aldo firmly grabbed Chloe's shoulders, preventing her from making any movements.

"Do you want to talk?" Mueller Mans asked.

"I don't know," cried Chloe, "I've never seen anything like that!?"

"Lie! These people have locked you up for so long, I don't believe they haven't developed your abilities at all!"

"enough!"

There was an angry shout from a distance, and the blood-stained priest struggled to stand up: "Not everyone thinks that power is supreme. We live with her, just together. We don't want to play with time."

"Well, then you are really stupid."

After speaking, he put the pistol on the priest's head.

"Since power is not so paramount to you, you pay for this creed of the weak."

Before Chloe could say no, the gunshot rang out, and the blood drew a beautiful arc, precisely falling on her face, and her eyes were blurred by the blood. I can't see anything.

"Kill them all?"

someone asked.

Mance said: "They are all opponents of the empire. The kindness you show to your opponents is the cruelty to yourself. No one will be left behind."

The green light flickered continuously.

When Chloe regained her sight, all the people in the monastery had fallen into a pool of blood. This is exactly what happened after she met Delphine. She didn't witness it directly at the time, but now the dream actually reinterpreted it in front of her eyes.

"Do you need me to take her to the car?"

Aldo asked Nightmare Mance respectfully.

Nightmare Mance did not suspect him, "Take her to the camp and return to Berlin tomorrow."

"As you wish."

Aldo pulled Chloe, who looked like a walking dead, all the way to the outside of the monastery.

After arriving at the sparsely populated Seine River, Chloe couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, and Aldo patted her on the back beside her, "It's all over, I'll find a boat and take you out of here later. "

"it's all my fault."

She choked with tears.

"Why do you think that way? I have killed hundreds of people without thinking about right or wrong. This is work, nothing more."

"If it wasn't for me, how could they die."

"Even without you, an ambitious man like Mance would not stop walking. Why do you blame yourself? Besides, things have already happened, and it is meaningless to cry for what happened."

"Then what will you do?"

"I'd kill Mance if I were you."

"I can't kill people." Chloe shook her head: "This is what God requires of me."

"Although I don't believe in God, I know that God must not only be kind. Kindness is not a sharp sword. It can't defeat the devil cough cough cough cough"

He coughed suddenly, this time for a long time.

After coughing, Aldo said hoarsely:

"Sometimes I also wonder why God created this world for people to live in it safely?

I don't think so. If he wants people to live a stable life, why would he set people up to be so selfish and ambitious? He might as well just set them up as creatures like the dodo. Then I thought, maybe God’s intentions are not good, and he doesn’t need gentleness and salvation, all he needs is endless conflict.”

Clap clap! !

Applause came from behind, interrupting Aldo's consolation.

"I've been working with you for so many years, but I haven't noticed that you have a lot of ideas in your little head, Aldo."

Aldo turned his head like lightning, and Nightmare Mance came back again. Holding a gun, he said grimly, "But why didn't I see that you would be in the same boat with this kind of religious trash who can only talk about it."

The black-robed wizards regrouped and firmly surrounded the river bank.

"How do you know!?" Aldo stood up and said in disbelief.

"Oh, I reminded him."

A man with a feminine smile emerged from the crowd, holding a bright red apple in his hand, and gnawing on it casually. "So you killed your other self?"

It was actually Anker. He had returned to his normal size at this moment, but his eyes were still burning with the raging nightmare fire.

"Anker" Aldo called out his name with difficulty.

"You can fool Mance and I can't. I've seen through your mind, my dear Aldo, you love her, don't you?"

Nightmare Anker smiled at Chloe like a poisonous snake: "Unfortunately, there is only this level of repentance, can you accept it?"

He approached step by step with the dark wizard in his nightmare, his smile full of sharp teeth. The bitten apple turned into a sharp claw in his hand.

Aldo sighed and said to Chloe, "I'm sorry, Miss Flamel, I can only do this."

After speaking, he pushed hard, pushing Chloe off the river bank and into the turbulent Seine River.

The sky was thick with smoke. Black plumes of smoke swirled from hundreds of fires in the distance, black fingers covering the stars. Along the Seine, flames filled the horizon and burned through the night, huge tongues of flame like the light of an orange spotlight shining on the passing rain clouds. Even in a dream, the air smells of ashes.

Hoffa, who returned to the nightmare again, looked at the scene in front of him and was speechless in surprise. Compared with when he left, this place has changed a lot.

what happened?

A gust of wind blew, and some torn newspaper fragments fluttered in the air. He was walking on the street and picked up a newspaper from the ground.

Newspapers recorded the raids of monasteries and churches by the German army, and the killing of many Jewish priests and nuns. He put down the newspaper and grabbed the fragments of another newspaper in the sky, which still recorded the same content.

When he was in Paris back then, he did hear about a massacre at the monastery, and he pointed the finger at the evil black witch, but soon, that report disappeared without a trace. After all, France belongs to the German-occupied area, and any reports that discredit the Vichy government will be blocked. He didn't care, after all, in this era, all kinds of disasters and deaths happen every day.

But he didn't expect that this matter would be related to Chloe. Reminiscent of Chloe's bad attitude towards Aldo and others before, Hoffa felt a bit cold.

This incident is a psychological shadow that is difficult to overcome for anyone, let alone a girl under the age of twenty.

If the Dark Wizard had slaughtered the Tyral Monastery for hunting her down, and she was the only survivor in the monastery, it would be almost impossible for her to accept any help from Aldo.

He threw away the newspaper and rushed towards the monastery like flying.

After rushing to the monastery, it was surprisingly quiet here, under the night sky, only the flames were burning silently.

The gate was broken, and there were corpses everywhere inside. He looked over one by one. Most of them died from the killing curse, and only a few died from gunshots.

His heart was tense, beating like a giant drum, afraid that he would see the nun's lifeless eyes at a certain corner. The only thing that is gratifying is that, looking all the way, he didn't see the nun's body, nor did he see any survivors.

It wasn't until he followed the thick blood to the Seine River that he heard someone calling himself in a low voice.

"Mr. Bach?"

Following the sound, I saw a man leaning against the wall, almost invisible. It was a mass of bloody lumps of flesh.

Hoffa was taken aback the moment he saw that thing. But from the top of his head, a bit of the original color of blond hair could be discerned, and he could barely make out the identity of this guy.

"Aldo?"

He asked tentatively.

"it's me."

Hoffa squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and it wasn't wrong to touch him, or not to touch him.

"How did you become like this?"

"I appreciate it," whispered the bloody lump.

"What?" Hoffa didn't understand.

"Your first reaction was not to ask me where Chloe went." The fuzzy flesh and blood panted and laughed, making a sound like a broken bellows.

"I want to know what happened, Aldo."

"Anker came and he ate me. But I slit his stomach and crawled out." He narrated a very horrible thing in a calm tone, "I pushed Mademoiselle Flamel into the Seine, If you want to find her, just go down the river, and there may be still time."

He pointed tremblingly at the river with only his fingers, but Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief: "Good guy, now you don't have the right to laugh at my hair."

"Hehehekekeke, you really have a cruel sense of humor, Mr. Bach."

Hoffa took off his clothes, trying to wrap the body in front of him with clothes.

"Hold on, Aldo."

"No need, Hoffa Bach." Aldo called out his full name for the only time, "It's hopeless, I know it myself. Go find Miss Flamel."

"This is a dream, don't care what you got hurt."

Hoffa said: "Just get back to reality."

The bloody guy shook his head slightly, "It's useless. It's been too long. In the real world, I might have drowned. This is where I belong."

Huge torrents of seawater gushed out from every corner of his body and from the crevices of his bones, and his bloody palm suddenly grabbed Hoffa's arm, "Mr. Bach, look at me."

Hoffa looked into his eyes according to his words, those eyes were surprisingly bright and clear, like the pure sea water behind the white sandy beach in Hawaii.

"I have heard more or less about you. You left England when you were young, you left the safe Hogwarts, and you wandered outside before the age of sixteen. To be honest, I admire you. Life has never been so important to us. They are all extremely harsh, but I never had the courage to make a better choice.”

"You can go to England with me, we agreed."

He wanted to break free from the opponent's palm and continue to bandage him, but those terrifying bloody hands grabbed him firmly.

"There's no time, listen to me." Aldo spoke quickly, and water mixed with internal organs gushed out of his mouth.

"Please say."

"Don't hurt Miss Flamel, no matter what. I beg you. No matter what your reasons are, don't hurt her. Otherwise, I will definitely haunt you in your nightmare and follow you forever!"

As he said this, he pulled himself together with all his might.

Looking into his breathtaking eyes, Hoffa nodded slowly: "I promise you."

Aldo smiled, let go of his hand, leaned heavily against the wall, and murmured in a low voice: "This is the first time I have actively chosen a different fate. It feels great. By the way, you...you have seen Mance , Be careful with him, he is much more terrifying than you imagined. If...if you can leave the dreamland and find that you are not his opponent, you can try black mistletoe, it will have a miraculous effect."

"Let's talk about it after we get out, Aldo."

Hoffa lowered his head, trying to bandage his body.

But in the end, the other party remained motionless and his eyes became slack.

Aware of the demise of the man's spirit and soul, Hoffa raised his head, feeling lost. In the past year, he has experienced many wars and witnessed countless deaths, but this time it is rare for him to lose his mind.

The other party is like a mirror, and he sees something in him, those things that he once had, but gradually disappeared and forgotten in the arrow of time.