quicksilver blood

Chapter 351 Capture
A strange aroma mixed with honey and walnuts slowly floated out from the big hole in Earl Orwell's chest and abdomen, gradually drifting in the air.After Roland smelled and recognized the smell, he was taken aback.

After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"It's... interesting."

Roland has gradually come to his senses.

No wonder Roland had a sense of sight just now.

This kind of aroma is one of the characteristics of the Light of Flowing Fire, but the purity is not very high.If it was the pure flaming light that Roland used back then, it would smell like a burning candle after it came into contact with the air.

Based on Roland's experience, since it turned into this color, it must have been mixed with a relatively high concentration of charm potion or dragon power potion—and seeing Orwell's state, Roland felt that it might be the former.

After smelling the iconic aroma, Roland finally remembered where he had seen this kind of human body bomb.

It is the city of wealth.

No, saying I've seen it is a bit inaccurate.At that time, Roland gave a bottle of flaming light to a stupid homeless man named Old Tom. After he entered the water prison, Roland detonated the flaming light in his body, and he would be killed without any fighting. The water prison surrounded by guards was blown up together with the Tirance Dam.

If Roland hadn't witnessed the scene of his explosion with his own eyes, he should have realized it when he was attacked by Earl Orwell.

In other words, the person who wanted to frame Roland must have a considerable understanding of Roland's methods.

But because of this, Roland felt a burst of shock——

Was it a coincidence or intentional to frame Roland in this way?
If it was intentional, did he already know Roland's identity?
And if it was just a coincidence that he used Orlando's method to deal with Roland... What purpose did he want to achieve by using Orlando's method to frame Roland?
Don't say anything about thinking of going together-compared with the Light of Fire, the professor has a dozen inventions that can achieve better results and have a lower price.

At that time, the reason why Roland used the Light of Flowing Fire instead of other things was because Roland had no money.

At that time, the professor handed over the box of Light of Flowing Fire to Roland in order to collect experimental data.In fact, Roland didn't even know why the professor was so generous and really gave Roland a whole box of flaming lights.

Originally, Roland only wanted three.Even only two streamers are necessary, and the rest can be replaced with ordinary explosives.

Under normal circumstances, the light of flowing fire is still used to pollute water sources or create flowing mudslides, or it is used in conjunction with the rainstorm spell to use expensive military equipment.Even after dilution, it would be too wasteful to assassinate a person.

There are very obvious traces of imitation in this frame-up incident.And there's almost nothing to hide.

What Roland didn't know was whether the man behind the scenes wanted to warn Roland that he already knew Roland's secret, or whether he wanted to draw Roland's attention to Orlando.

No matter which one it is, it is worthy of Roland's vigilance.

Whether it is the malice against Roland or the malice against Orlando, it will eventually gather on Roland.And those malice against Orlando are even more troublesome, because Orlando is dead, and Roland has no position to speak for Orlando.

Throwing the pot on the speechless dead has been a skill that humans have been good at since ancient times.

So, who is it...the professor?No, it's impossible.

Even if this is the light of the fire, Roland is very sure that it is impossible for the professor to use such a dirty trick.It was an insult to him to bother thinking about tricks to frame others.

From the point of view of an alchemist, there is nothing more wasteful and shameless than thinking outside of creation.That is an insult to human intelligence, an evil deed that lowers human thinking to the same level as the predation of wild beasts.

If you just follow your instincts to fight and plunder, it is not noble at all.This is one of the reasons alchemists hate wizards.

Wait, there seems to be another possibility...

A certain inspiration flashed in Roland's mind, but before Roland could capture it, the sharp pain in his chest interrupted Roland's thinking.

Roland looked down and found two crossbow arrows shining with green light embedded in his chest.

"Children's stuff...that's ridiculous."

Roland chuckled, reached out and pulled the arrows from his chest, and threw them aside as if nothing had happened.May the arrow of this design, which is very easy to break in the body when pulled out, be spit out abruptly under the peristalsis of mercury.

After the arrow left Roland's body, Roland's flesh and blood began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. Tentacle-like mercury entangled and bulged in the wound, and even clothes grew out together.

Immediately, frightened by this abnormal situation, the assembled guards suddenly stopped their progress.

The mysterious and powerful impression of Druid has long been planted in the hearts of the Karal people.Although most people don't know what a druid can do, it doesn't affect their imagination.

And Roland's recovery speed for fatal injuries, and his complete disregard for the specificity of the toxin made these people realize very clearly that Roland was definitely not a novice.

For a moment, facing a druid in black robes, the guards of the Earl's Mansion couldn't help feeling helpless.

Just looking at him from a distance, that kind of coercion is enough to make their legs numb, their fingertips cold, and their hearts beating violently.

They have not forgotten what the black robed druid represents.

If the Earl had committed any felony, it would undoubtedly be a crime for them to rush forward at this time, and they would enjoy the same punishment as Earl Orwell.

As for Orwell's punishment... just look at the ground.

However, even if they wanted to retreat, the housekeeper was watching from behind, so they couldn't.

Immediately, the two sides fell into a stalemate.

But at this moment, Roland suddenly heard two superimposed exclamations: "Dad!"

not good!

In an instant, the alarm bells sounded in the hearts of Roland and the guards at the same time.

Orwell's two children will undoubtedly break the current deadlock.Although Roland felt that they shouldn't be able to stop him...but just in case.

After a little hesitation, Roland decided to take two steps back to avoid Earl Orwell's body.

"Everyone, calm down... you first have to see who I am."

Roland was very calm and said in a helpless tone: "I have just arrived, and your colleagues also saw me before... That's right, it's you, right?"

For a moment, all the guards turned their attention to the guard who led Roland.

"Yes, but..."

He retorted hesitantly.

But before he had any reaction, Roland replied lightly: "There's nothing wrong with it. That's how things are. I'm innocent."

"I think I need to explain this to you... Otherwise, I might just walk away. Can you still catch me?"

Roland's sincere tone raised the credibility of his words by several notches.

That's right.Because it is.

For a moment, the guards showed obvious hesitation.

If the commander gives the order now, there is even a high probability that these guards will not be able to carry out the order.

"Why can't you catch up?"

An old and smiling voice sounded behind Roland.

The moment he spoke, Roland felt his presence.The needle-like sense of crisis quickly swept from his back to his spine, and Roland's face suddenly changed——

The next moment, Roland felt something splashed on him.The liquid, which was colder than the cold wind from the north, sprinkled on Roland's body in large swathes of bone-piercing ice!

(End of this chapter)