quicksilver blood

Chapter 149 The Forgiver

"I killed Kluverne. Just now."

Old Joseph's first words made Roland's pupils shrink to the extreme in an instant.

"...Then, how do you prove this?"

Roland was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke, and asked softly in a soft tone.

"I was cut in half by Kluvern's shield."

Old Joseph replied bluntly.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.

A faint killing intent rose from Roland's heart, and silver-gray flames slowly ignited from the bottom of his eyes.

"Thank you very much, Lord Orlando. If you hadn't rescued me, I would have been cut in half and died."

Old Joseph didn't seem to notice Roland's killing intent, but fell on the ground and replied sincerely.

He didn't have the guilty conscience or outrage that characterizes traitors.His eyes were very clear, even far clearer than when he first left the City of Fortune.

Those eyes were more like mirrors than physical eyes.That is the unique icy beauty of inorganic substances.

But compared to those eyes, Roland smelled something abnormal more from the matter itself.

The most crucial point - Old Joseph had no reason to kill Kluveen.

In Roland's view, there was no conflict of interest between the two of them.Even before today, the two of them had only met once.

And the assassins who came out of the God of Darkness were all greedy without exception.

Specifically, they will never spend a little effort on the goal of not making money.

So, why did Joseph Sr. kill Kruveen?
If it is said that he had no good intentions when he went to Roland, then how could he be recognized by the mentor of the Eternal Rest?
Roland calmed down and questioned Old Joseph precisely because he felt that things might not be simple.

Otherwise, even if Roland doesn't have enough people, it's impossible to save his life.

The so-called non-killing is not enough to enforce discipline——

"No rush. Don't rush to thank me yet."

Roland smiled gently, but his voice gradually turned cold: "I'll give you three minutes to convince me."

At the same time, the cold air suddenly pressed down, bringing a heavy pressure that seemed to be real.

Old Joseph immediately revealed a look of pain visible to the naked eye.

That was a residual effect of the Frost Prayer.

Although the ability to actively open the crack leading to Frost Hell has already expired, the breath of Frost Hell will still linger in Roland's soul until Roland uses a new prayer—such as the Prayer of Despair.

With just one thought, Roland can re-activate the active effect of the Frost Prayer.

But in fact, Roland released the frost-covered hell's cold wind at this moment, not just to frighten old Joseph.

In Roland's vision of divine magic perception, the scorched earth-like atmosphere of the hell of despair was entwined around Old Joseph's soul like a spider web.His aging soul was being continuously scorched by the scorching breath at this moment, and every second was weaker than the last.

Roland was quite sure that with old Joseph's aging soul, he would not be able to survive even 5 minutes after opening the Desperate Prayer but not absorbing the soul.

Martyrs cannot subjectively terminate their spellcasting before they enter the golden rank.

And from Roland's point of view, the old Joseph's inauguration as a martyr is simply a waste.At his age, he is completely unable to display the ultimate power of this profession.

Martyrs fully deserve the name of the profession.Before their souls are burned out, they can fully display the combat effectiveness close to the voters of the same rank.

They are the most explosive occupations in the sect of the Sleeping Teacher, and they are also the mainstream force to kill false gods in the early stage of the plague revival.Once formed, they can almost exert the power to destroy the world.

Especially the martyrs who are young and middle-aged, they are like a personal bomb.

If Old Joseph completely liberates the poisonous fire of the Prayer of Despair, his already aging soul can exert the destructive power of multiple gold-rank divine spell professionals in a short period of time.Not to mention how terrifying power those young and pure souls can exert.

But as a price, the power inherited from generation to generation in their souls will also be burned out along with their souls.

This kind of saint believers who are like consumables are extremely valuable. If you want to be a martyr, you must have "extremely devout", "madman", "cruel thinking", "execution hand" and "sacrifice" Only five rare traits are required.

If the layout is reasonable, Roland can even use a young martyr who has just entered the gold rank to forcibly kill a professional who has been awakened for a long time.

For example, the Passion Tree.

If possible, Roland naturally didn't want Old Joseph to die in such a place.

Although Roland's frost-covered prayer would make old Joseph feel more profound pain than burning his soul, it could actually extinguish the poisonous fire caused by the prayer of despair.From an intuitive point of view, the gray liquid flame on Old Joseph's shoulder seemed to be blown by the strong wind, trembled violently, and then extinguished.

But old Joseph didn't know about it.

He only felt an invisible and intangible cold murderous aura penetrating his body. The body that was originally bent down to show humility seemed to be pinned down at this moment, and he couldn't even raise his head.

Old Joseph even had the illusion that his internal organs were covered with frost.

However, for an explanation, 3 minutes is enough——

Old Joseph endured the pain from the cold wind piercing through his body like a sword, and shouted loudly: "Lord Orlando! That guy from Kluvern betrayed you!"

Suddenly, the invisible cold stopped flowing.

Obviously, the temperature of the air has not decreased at all, and it is not increasing now, but old Joseph seems to be frostbitten, and he feels a hot and itchy illusion all over his body.

"Kluveen has long been suspicious of you. When I met him on the street, he was asking Claudia about the Eternal Sleeping Mentor..."

As Old Joseph spoke, he raised his head and stared straight into Roland's eyes.It seems that they want to see something from it.

Contrary to his expectations, Roland didn't seem angry or sad that he had killed Kluvern.This made old Joseph feel somewhat satisfied, but at the same time made him feel lost.

"Do you have any other reason?"

"…No more. I think that's enough."

Joseph said without fear: "With all due respect...Master Orlando, you don't need friends, that will only make you weak."

"The status of two people must be equal to be called a friend; and equal status with you is not fair to those of us who have sworn allegiance to you."

Roland suddenly laughed.

"The last sentence is your truth, right?"

Without hesitation, he turned his words into a sharp knife and pierced Joseph's disguise.

"..."

Joseph looked at Roland without any evasion, neither admitting nor denying it.

He quietly watched Roland stretch out his right hand to hold the stick sword, and popped out the sharp blade.

"Joseph, I ask you, where is your loyalty?"

Roland asked solemnly.

"I am with you."

Joseph replied without any hesitation.

Roland put the sword on Joseph's neck, and asked again: "So, if I want to kill you, do you have any complaints?"

"Extremely honored."

Joseph answered firmly and sincerely.

There was no adulteration in that answer—if Roland could kill himself so easily, it undoubtedly meant that the effect Joseph wanted to achieve had been achieved.

Roland was about to become the iron-blooded, cold-blooded, warm-blooded monster he dreamed of, and Joseph himself was one of the sacrifices for the birth of the monster.

A silver-white flame ignited soundlessly from the blade.

He watched as Roland withdrew his sword slightly and slashed at his forehead, his pupils dilated slightly.

In the next instant, his forehead was about to be cut horizontally by the sharp blade.From this point of view, it is possible to leave a complete brain, and perhaps not die immediately.

ahh... dying?
Old Joseph felt something about his next fate.

It's just a pity... I didn't see...

"--Um?"

Old Joseph was surprised and felt that just when the staff and sword were about to open a skylight in his head, he suddenly retracted.

The sharp blade drew a shallow bloodstain on his forehead, and it took a second for the blood to ooze out.

Old Joseph felt the blade of the sword stop between his eyebrows, and the center of his forehead was numb constantly.

"—Then, if I want to take your affection away, do you have any complaints?"

Roland asked word by word.

(End of this chapter)