quicksilver blood

Chapter 37

The surrounding townspeople seemed to sense something was wrong, and they gathered around and pointed at it.

"Old John? Who is Old John?"

"That old liar, that old man who drinks under the bell tower every night."

"Isn't he a wizard?

"Maybe. That's what wizards are, anyway: cunning, cruel, and reeking of wine."

"That old man isn't cruel. He gave little Pete candy yesterday, the most expensive kind."

"Be careful! He must have no good intentions to give such a valuable thing to a stranger for no reason, maybe he put a curse in it! Once eaten, it will turn into a monster like a corpse!"

"Scared? I think so too! No, I have to go back quickly."

ignorant.ignorant.

No one was sad about the old John, they all discussed the death and misfortune of others with a kind of amazing indifference. In the joyful and peaceful atmosphere, what was hidden was extreme ignorance and barbarism.

This was the first town he saw in the land of the gods.

This was the first town he saw in this world.

Roland looked coldly at this strange but familiar town, shocked by people's ignorance, and was speechless for a while.

Old John...he still has the memory.

He is an astrology wizard. He is over 80 years old today, but he didn't advance to a formal wizard until last year.

It was a very interesting old man, who set up a stall under the bell tower with a fake glass crystal ball pretending to be a prophetic wizard every day. His predictions were made up, such as "today you will be taken away by a cat" or " You will be cheated out of money today" and other divinations that make people almost laugh.

However, if you ask him about the weather, he will suddenly become serious, put away the fake crystal ball, and use a set of precision measuring instruments that can buy at least a dozen real crystal balls to accurately tell you the weather for the next week.And it never goes wrong.

Almost all the money he earns will be exchanged for the most expensive candies, and will be handed out with trembling hands to the brats who surround him with dirt and stones to connect their heads.

And the candies he distributed were either thrown into the muddy water by those children with disgusted faces, or they were taken home by ignorant children, and then they were slapped on the face by adults and ordered them to throw them away. .

So the children redoubled their efforts to connect their throwing techniques at night, and Old John was shaking his trembling body like a stupid duck, struggling to avoid the sharp stones hitting his vitals.

But then one day, he suddenly disappeared.Then his body was found in a gutter by a stealth player.The coins on the corpse were completely missing, but those expensive candies that he had accumulated over the years, whose value was at least five or six times more than the money he carried with him, seemed to be dreaded, and none of them were touched.

And the astronomical measuring instrument that was enough to buy a sea view villa in a place ten times richer than Ram - such as the White Tower - was thrown into the puddle mercilessly, and was completely scrapped due to damage and water ingress.

None of the players were at all surprised at the time.As if infected by some terrible mental illness in this sick town, they all looked at Old John's death with the thoughts of "ah, he finally died" and "he finally got rid of it".In the beginning, some mercenaries went to investigate on their own initiative, but later he took a mission and left here, so the matter was abandoned.Even when he came back for vacation in the future, he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​continuing the investigation.

No one knows why such an old wizard apprentice does not leave with Karal who is so hostile to wizards; Disproportionately expensive measuring instruments.

Everything about him is a mystery, but no one ever tries to find out about him.

Now, the murderer who killed Old John has finally been found.Roland didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Different from the mood when he just left the hotel, his mood at the moment is extremely complicated.

After thinking about it carefully in his heart, amidst the exclamation of everyone, a set of emerald green vines came out of Roland's sleeve, and said something like "I'm not wrong" and "None of my business". The man's neck is merely bound.The force stronger than being pinched by the neck by a strong adult man made his face turn red instantly, and he couldn't breathe.

After about half a minute, Roland sent him away when he saw that his face was as purple as an eggplant. Regardless of him lying on the ground panting heavily like a dog, he just said in a cold voice: "I ask, you answer .”

"Yes, yes, yes... I must answer, I must-ohhhhhhhhh!"

With saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth due to suffocation, he knelt down and whispered in a hoarse voice than at the beginning.

When he was halfway through speaking, a vine protruded out like a snake, grabbed his right forearm and snapped it back suddenly, his elbow spur suddenly protruded, and his forearm bent back unnaturally Folded.

"I haven't asked yet."

Roland's voice was tightly bound in the black robe, as cold as the voice from the netherworld.

The man just thought it should be, but when he thought of his previous fate, he immediately covered his mouth tightly with his hands and nodded frantically.

"A foreigner, wearing leather armor inlaid with dark green wood panels - do you have any impression of this person, answer me."

"Yes! Yes! He's in the Mule Inn, on the third floor!"

The man replied without thinking.

Roland nodded secretly.

It's true.

He was about to leave, but he suddenly thought of Old John, and asked again, "Where did you hide Old John's body?"

"...I didn't kill—uhhhhhh!"

Before he finished speaking, a bow was tied on his left hand.

"You have one more chance."

"I say! I say! In Simon's gutter! I haven't touched anything but his money! Here's the money—"

Before he finished speaking, his neck was directly broken by a slender vine.

Then Roland walked towards the mule inn.

Seeing his figure fade away, the townspeople behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"So I was looking for that foreigner."

"I have long said that that man is not a good man. Look at his strange clothes."

"It won't involve my family... I live next to the Mule Inn."

"Hehe, then you are really pitiful."

Like a repeat of what had happened before, no one was saddened by the death of the middle-aged man.

Roland listened to their discussion and showed a smile without a smile.

In the real world, he really felt that the town was sick.Even if there is no bloodstain syndrome, the inner nature of this seemingly ordinary town is directly broken.

For the first time, Roland began to reflect on whether Farina's position on destroying the entire town was as crazy and evil as he thought before.

The murderous intent, which was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, began to rise from Roland's heart.

(End of this chapter)