quicksilver blood

Chapter 163 The Enthusiastic Helllan

After Roland finished all this, he took out Cheskeoff's wizard robe upside down.

By the way, Cheskoff is Carl's senior wizard in the Waste Development Bureau.He is a standard Su Ze man with a tough mind - but in the face of Roland's visceral divination that directly searches for memories, his tough will has no effect.

The amount of memory information in one month is very large - even if the pictures of some unnoticed details are blurred, they can already tell Roland a lot of things.

Through his memory, the combination lock on his wizard robe was easily unlocked by Roland.Excluding those useless casting materials and some change, Roland found a total of four ghost coins and six silver coins.

This was enough for Roland's plan.

Although the Ming coins definitely cannot be spent, these silver coins are really not a small amount of money.

The currencies of most countries in the North are made according to Elkart's standards, and even if there are some content differences, they are basically not too far apart.After all, only gold and silver coins of similar weight can be used as casting materials.

This is the rule established by the sages and saints of Elkat.One gold coin is equivalent to thirteen silver coins, one silver coin is thirty copper plates, and about three hundred silver coins have a silver content equivalent to one pound of silver—this conversion ratio is equivalent to the conversion ratio between years, months and days, It is also because of this that these three currencies have also been blessed by the saints, and have their own unique characteristics, allowing them to exist as spell-casting props, and will not be arbitrarily modified by countries to mint purity.

Generally speaking, the military salary of a black iron-level elite infantry for thirteen months a year is only about sixty silver coins.Six silver coins is not too much, and it is definitely not too little.

Roland held the six silver coins, pondered for a moment, then wrapped Cheskoff's wizard's robe around his frozen head and stuffed it under the bed, and covered the vase full of broth with frost. After cooling down a bit, he put it back in place and jumped out of the window.

Afterwards, Roland went around and spent two and a half silver coins to buy a black gauze scarf, an exquisite hand basket and a hairnet studded with gemstones.

Next, Roland walked to a sparsely populated place, knocked out a tight-fitting woman from behind, let Embrace Embrace suck some of her blood, and then made some minor adjustments to the shape of the black robe, making it It made Roland's figure look slimmer.

Then Roland turned around and walked into the hotel again.

After entering the hotel from the main entrance, Roland finally realized why there was no magic dust pollution here.

On the ceiling of this hotel, crystal lamps made of magic dust are densely covered in the entire corridor, and the walls are even covered with living murals containing magic power.

Roland couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't go out just now.

Who would have thought that the mortal would just bump into the wizard hotel?
These living murals are the work of cursed wizards.There is no difference between them and living people except that they cannot leave the picture frame, and each of them is the same as a live surveillance camera.

However, there is no problem now...

As long as Rolando asks for some hot soup, then mixes the human meat soup he cooked into it, and invites people in other rooms to eat, and even lets the coolies with groupers on their faces outside eat together, he can easily eat the amount of meat for one person. There is no more.

If you don't count the internal organs and bones, the human body really doesn't have much meat.

But he didn't cook the skull that Roland put under the table.

In order to prepare some appearance props for Ms. "Brain Eater Hellan", a complete head is necessary.And the head is not too big, Roland can easily pretend to go out and take it away, and hang it in the subway after use-I believe that the people from the Waste Bureau will not find it so quickly.

Seeing Roland walking into the hotel, a neatly dressed waiter immediately walked towards Roland.

This is impossible for the hotels outside the White Tower.Not to mention the waiters, even the owner of the hotel cannot take a bath every day, that is the patent of nobles and priests.

Only in the wizard hotels set up by the White Tower officials in various cities, those excellent waiters who specialize in serving those wizard masters who love cleanliness can dress up like this.

"My guest, are you staying at the hotel or..."

"I'm looking for someone, and I have a broth, thank you."

A soft voice came from under the cloak.

It was a girl, young—

Although all kinds of guests covered their faces, the waiter made the correct response just by his voice.

He immediately frowned.

...Could it be those nightingales trying to seduce the rich wizard master again?

"First tell me clearly, who are you looking for? And who are you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roland pulled down his hood, revealing a delicate face.

A silver coin was quietly put into his hand.

When the two hands touched, the natural fragrance of flowers and plants wafted from the opponent's body, and the waiter's heartbeat accelerated a bit.

A noble lady?
So, is my physically strong self...

But when he heard the noble-looking girl say the next words softly with a cold face, his heart that had just been burning quickly cooled down: "I am Hellan, Hellan Alexev. Na. I'm looking for that idiot Cheskoff... If my information is correct, he should be on the first floor."

Ceskoff Ilyich Belyak, a wizard from Suze, and this waiter know each other.

That was an official member of the Waste Development Bureau, a powerful wizard who broke through the limits of human beings and reached the Bronze Rank.And I heard that he just came from the eastern front, and the bloody smell on his hands probably hasn't dissipated yet.

Knowing the name of the wizard Cheskeoff clearly, and calling him by his name in such a blunt or even contemptuous tone, I am afraid that the identity of this black-clothed girl is simply impossible for him to touch.

"My dear lady, shall I call Mr. Ceskoff Ilyich out, or shall I take you to him?"

The waiter asked tentatively.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. Please take me to him."

Probably aware of what the waiter was worried about, Miss "Hellland" showed a slightly apologetic smile, and her voice softened a lot as soon as the cold expression that made people feel chilled out.

Suddenly, as if she realized something, she handed another silver coin to the waiter: "Bring me a pot of hot soup, I have to warm myself... By the way, try to get as much as possible, and if there is any left, I can give it to the door Those poor workers outside who can’t afford cotton clothes. Let them also warm their bodies.”

"...Miss Herlan Alexevna, you are so generous," the waiter paused, and said sincerely, "I have seen a lot of noble ladies serving porridge in other cities, but this You can be said to be the first in the city.”

"Because the food will be contaminated."

Beyond the waiter's imagination, this aristocratic girl dressed in black, who looked more like a priest than a wizard, said without hesitation what he didn't dare to say because of his status.

"But so what?"

Miss "Helllan" raised her head, her silver-gray eyes looked forward from a distance, as if she could see the entire White Tower through the city.

The waiter watched her quietly with some unpredictable emotion, his eyes flashing.

"The law of the White Tower stipulates that in the area outside the Fourth Ring Road, people who have no job, no family, and no contribution are workers. If you look at this city, these people can't always work hard with hope for the future Right... Or, do they really work hard? Anyone who looks at it can see that the city is dead, and these people are just dawdling."

"Compared to workers who receive their own labor compensation, they are more like prisoners sentenced to hard labor."

Hearing what "Helan" said, the waiter couldn't help but nodded.

That seems to be the case.

"Then, for those people who work in a heavily polluted environment for a day and get paid only a loaf of black bread, they probably don't care whether they can live for ten days or half a month."

"They have no relatives, no entertainment, and no motivation to live. This bowl of broth stained with magic dust will probably subtract three or four days from their meager lifespan. Compared to living in pain in this city , I think, they may want to eat meat and drink to their heart's content, and then burst their stomachs and die laughing."

The waiter stopped abruptly.

He raised his head and looked at Hellan, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.

At that moment, he thought of many people.

"...you are such a warm and kind person."

The waiter has never hated his lack of education for a moment, and all his thoughts can only converge into this sentence in the end.

Had he had the tongue of those bards, he would have read aloud the praises of Miss Helland's kindness.

"If you are hungry, you can come to our room to eat when you are free."

Helan said gently: "There are no warm hearts, but there are many hot soups."

The waiter didn't understand what Heerlan meant, but thought that it was the humility of a nobleman, so he was humbled out of habit.

Because his spontaneous respect for Hellan disturbed his mind, he helped Hellan unlock the door without even calling Mr. Cheskoff inside.

"Mr. Ceskoff's room is here... I'll prepare some broth for you."

Behind the waiter, Hellan's eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

Unfortunately, he didn't hear the last sentence, which almost saved his life——

"I am indeed a warm-hearted person, but I just accidentally got hot."

(End of this chapter)