quicksilver blood

Chapter 152 Traces of the Devil

The operation was very successful.

Roland pulled his hood down tightly and looked at the old Joseph who opened his eyes again - or it would be better to call him Joseph now.

His face, streaked with old and young faces, was calm.The eyes that were as reflective and sharp as mirrors a few minutes ago have completely lost their luster.

Without the viciousness, the madness, and the terrifying look that always seemed to yearn for something to grow out of Roland, Joseph's face became much more ordinary.

If his wrinkled and smooth face gave people a nightmare-like feeling of fear before, now it can only give people a funny feeling like that of an actor wearing makeup.

"Good afternoon, Joseph. How are you feeling?"

"Good afternoon, Lord Orlando."

Joseph greeted Roland listlessly: "It feels terrible."

"You should be thankful, Joseph," Roland said under the hood that covered most of his face, he could only see the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "This operation has a chance to turn you into a fool."

"I feel like it's about the same now."

"Maybe."

Roland's eyes penetrated the barrier of the shadow, and stared closely at Joseph's eyes: "I want to ask something. Maybe you can understand...or it's better to say it yourself?"

"As you wish, my lord Orlando."

Joseph looked at Roland with tired and calm eyes.

"I didn't betray you. I just wanted a higher status."

"If we talk about faith, I may be more devout now, maybe...There is nothing warmer and calmer than long sleep."

Joseph replied bluntly.

"Sir Orlando, I killed Kruveen. Claudia's life may also be in danger. I don't want to do anything now. If you are angry, just kill me. I want to see the eternal sleep mentor now."

"No, you cannot die yet, Joseph."

Roland shook his head and rejected him in a low voice.

"I will give you sleep. But not now. I still need you."

Roland repeated it over and over in a low voice.

"So Joseph, do you still remember your wish? Do you still have the motivation? Do you still want to fight?"

"I remember...but it's useless. There's nothing left."

Joseph moved his lips, as if he wanted to pull out a smile, but obviously failed: "Lord Orlando... I used to think that you were worth taking away your feelings and turning me into a sword, a...killing machine. But now... I have become a waste."

"Whether it's trash, your value is to live."

Roland narrated in an almost heartless tone, as if explaining the truth: "If you want eternal sleep, I will give it to you; if you want affection, I will give it back to you. But not now."

"If you keep your feelings, you are too easy to destroy yourself. As long as I am not by your side, you will lose all your life once you enter the battle. Not to mention the origin of awakening, it is impossible to enter the golden rank."

"Now, all you have to do is stay alive. At the right time, I will use the harmless chant to heal you."

Joseph just shook his head silently.

Roland looked at him and sighed with complicated emotions.

In fact, he once wanted to make old Joseph a death crow.

In the early days of the revival of the plague, Roland's manpower will inevitably be insufficient.Old Joseph, who had considerable experience in underground work, was supposed to be his right-hand man, but now Roland has deprived him of his affection because he declared himself a martyr.

Roland actually hated this surgery.

However, martyrs are too precious.

And not only Joseph, but other martyrs Roland would try to gather them to him.

In order to prevent these unstable beings like balloon fish from expending their power on some small scenes, Roland might use this method to seal them up in the future.

Those martyrs who have the potential to awaken the origin will become humanoid resurrection coins, and for the martyrs who are destined not to awaken the origin, Roland will return their feelings to them with harmless chant when they are used, allowing them to rush Go out and blow yourself up.

The only difficulty lies in their loyalty after regaining their feelings.

"Actually, you don't need to worry about Claudia."

Roland said softly: "She is the saint chosen by the instructor himself. Our attack cannot hurt her no matter whether it is direct or indirect."

"But the blade shield is fine. Gravity is even better."

Joseph's cold answer made Roland's pupils shrink instantly.

Roland had a very clear understanding of how terrifying power a silver-ranked martyr could unleash at the cost of one arm, even better than Joseph himself.

Combined with Roland's understanding of Kluveen, he immediately understood what happened before.

True, Claudia could not have been injured by any attack from a follower of the Sleeping Mentor, but sadly, neither Claudia nor Kluveen knew about it.

As long as Kluvien abandons Claudia, maybe both of them can survive.At least nothing could happen to Claudia.

And Kluvien, with a ridiculous sense of self-sacrifice, throws Claudia out or knocks Claudia away with his shield—and underestimating him, Kluvien may even be stupid enough to use the rotation of the blade shield to throw Claudia away. Claudia throws it out.

In the damage immunity list of the saintess, there is no immunity to falling damage.

"...Damn it, I have to find An Ruosi."

Roland gritted his teeth, turned around and ran out in the direction of An Ruosi going up the mountain.

Now Roland has no time at all.

If Claudia dies, the mentor will definitely choose a saint again.

If the saint appears next to Roland again this time, the probability is enough for Roland to win the lottery.

You must know that the faith of saints has no geographical restrictions.There are not many qualifications to become a saint, and Roland is not sure whether the next saint will appear in Elkart or Suze.

No matter where it is, Roland has no time to develop a relationship with her.

The Saint has absolute internal sanction power.If Roland cannot tie the Saint to his chariot, it will leave him with a huge hidden danger.

Therefore, Claudia must not die.

Even if An Ruosi died, or even Joseph died, Claudia must not die!

"Joseph, don't come! Wait for me to come back!"

Roland threw down the last sentence, and charged in the direction An Ruosi left, turning into a black lightning bolt and charging towards the top of the mountain.

But when Roland had just rushed out less than 500 meters, he stopped charging and his running speed gradually slowed down.

Because he saw An Ruosi carrying Claudia with a broken left arm on his back, walking towards him with difficulty.

"Ah! Mr. Roland!"

An Ruosi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Roland, and quickly put Claudia on the ground.

"Please... give Miss Crawley... treatment," An Ruosi panted heavily, raised his head and showed a distressed expression at Roland, "Uncle Kluveen... can't find... …detection of humanoids could not find him, I am afraid he has..."

"You take a rest first."

Roland patted An Ruosi's shoulder gently, turned around and squatted down in front of Claudia.

But the moment he turned his back, Roland's mouth formed a cold arc.

He saw it.On the second knuckle of An Ruosi's left index finger, there is clearly a light black rune.

——That's proof of a deal with the devil.

Roland dared to swear that before An Ruosi went up the mountain, he didn't have this thing in his hand.

The devil will never do business at a loss.

But Roland could see that An Ruosi had not lost anything.

In other words, An Ruosi exchanged something other than himself for the devil's support?

So, apart from Roland, does he have anything else worth betraying?

If this is what Edward did... Then, Roland seems to have some guesses about this guy who has many enemies of Kabbalah.

"By the way, Mr. Roland," An Ruosi asked behind Roland as if he suddenly thought of something, "Although there is still plenty of time, why don't we go directly to the White Tower? Miss Crawley also needs Investigate about her brother."

ha?
Hearing An Ruosi's last words, Roland almost laughed out loud.

An Ruosi's loophole is too stupid...

Not to mention An Ruosi's abnormal attitude towards Macon and Kruveen, the last sentence alone is problematic.

After all, from An Ruosi's point of view, he shouldn't have known about Edward's problem at all——

Roland turned his back to An Ruosi, his expression suddenly froze.

No... What if An Ruosi was afraid that Roland would not notice the marks on his fingers, and deliberately exposed his flaws?

The purpose was to remind Roland that there was something wrong with him.

"...Ah, good."

Roland replied casually, gently pressed the fingers of his right hand on Claudia's forehead, moved his lips slightly, and silently sang the harmonious chant.

The corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Things seem to be starting to get interesting——

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