quicksilver blood

Chapter 393 The Origin of Strange Talk

The setting sun is setting in the west, and the crimson sunset is falling slantingly, disappearing under the horizon layer by layer.

Vendors on the street packed up their things, throwing small bags of goods on the carts, and the lights in taverns and hotels were lit one by one; those farmers with hoes and sacks on their shoulders had also returned from the fields outside the town. Arrived in the city.It was another peaceful day for the townspeople of Greypine Township.

This is Gray Pine Town in the Soleka District of Caral.A small city once famous for its gray pine.

The bark of the gray pine can be used as a spice to remove the fishy smell after a set of processes of drying, roasting and grinding.40 years ago, it was the only town in Caral where gray pine was planted in a large area, and it was valued for it.Because the source of rosin was monopolized, this kind of plant spice, which was not difficult to survive, was once sold at sky-high prices.

But just 38 years ago, in the 879th year of the divine calendar, the great sage Friedrich implemented the planned planting system, and white robe druids were sent to the countryside in large numbers, and the land in various planting areas was sampled Detect, select several plants that are most suitable for this kind of land, and mix them together for planting.Gray Pine Town was also forced to hand over gray pine saplings to those smiling white-robed druids because three areas were detected to be more suitable for gray pine trees to survive.

Since then, there has never been a certain crop produced from one area in the whole of Caral.Ten years ago, the last gray pine tree in Huisong town had been completely reduced to ashes.Now their place is one of the main production areas of Karal red wheat, but they still stubbornly hold the name of Huisong Town and don't let go.

The old people said, this is the glory of the ancestors, this is the history of the town, and so on, they repeatedly told the young people about the history of the town.But even the best-tempered young man can't stand the whims of these old men.They would rather go to work, bury all their strength in the ground, and pray to Mother Gaia for a good harvest in the coming year.

As for who is Gaia's mother?They themselves do not know.They only know that the druid masters who blessed the seeds and the land carved paintings on stones like this, and after placing a ring, they chanted about Mother Gaia or something.These smart country folk followed suit, and a few famous druids have emerged over the years, and finally this kind of rumor spread.

Now is a good time for winter plowing.The red wheat is harvested once a season. Now plant a small batch of red wheat, and then plant some sweet grass to raise the ground. When the wheat is harvested in April next year, the straw is thrown in the field. Combining sweet grass with wheat straw makes a great fertilizer.And those sweet grass fruits that were taken can be sold for some pocket money in addition to paying back their costs.

The life of the Caral people is so comfortable and comfortable.They believe in the principles of nature, and of course they get the feedback of nature.Although I can't say how luxurious life is, I can still eat enough, wear warm clothes, and have a world of my own, without the desire to understand the outside world.Undoubtedly, the life of the Carals can indeed be called happiness.

The enchantment of the great sage surrounded the whole of Karal. Since then, Karal has never had a winter that can freeze people to death, nor has there been a heavy rain that lasted for several days.This is one of the reasons why the Karal people look down on those priests - if your god is here, let him stop the blizzard?If even the weather that the druids can change at will cannot be controlled, then the gods are not gods, they can only be said to be powerful mortals.

Because the environment in Caral is comfortable enough, many foreigners often rush to cross the border in winter to escape the cold winter—of course, the premise is that they can afford the exorbitant transit fee.

But that is a transit fee for the lord, a transit fee for the sage, and it has nothing to do with ordinary people like them who are digging food from the ground with hoes.

So, naturally, they don't need to show respect to these foreigners, right?
A little boy with short gray hair was walking down the street alone.

His face was young and he looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. The bangs on his forehead drooped deeply, covering half of his face, giving people a very introverted feeling.

With luggage on his back, he looked like a traveler from afar.But when he was lodging, he was turned away by the hotel, and he could only walk on the street alone, just looking at it made people feel sad.

But the child still clenched his teeth, didn't sob, and looked calm.So strong that it hurts.

But even so, no one dared to talk to him.

It's not that they think this kid is scary.It was the men who were following the children like ghosts and forced them back with fierce eyes.

There were about six or seven of them, and the men in their early twenties covered their heads so that their faces could not be seen clearly.Judging from the figure, there are also old men in their 30s and teenage children mixed in.

What they have in common is the obvious malice that can be seen in their actions.

They held sticks in their hands, and their eyes were bloodshot.Like a hyena seeing a lamb.

It's actually not bad.To them, the little gray-haired boy was nothing more than a fat lamb.

Come to think of it, there are no gray-haired people in the whole of Karal, which means that he is a tourist from a foreign country.Passengers who entered the country in winter undoubtedly came in after paying exorbitant transit fees.If he was a stowaway, he would definitely not walk on the road in a fair manner.If you meet a druid, it will be bad if you can't show your ID.

In other words, they must have money.

A child who is about eleven or twelve years old or younger came to Karal alone at this time. What does this mean?
right.This is definitely a fat sheep.

Either he was wanted by the temple, or he was the young master who ran away from home, or heir to a down-and-out nobleman.The possibility of getting separated from his own guard is not small.

Just beat him to death while the night is dark and the wind is high, and then run away quickly, no one will know who did it.

A young man stared at him with red eyes, and gradually tightened his grip on the stick with spikes in his hand.It can be vaguely seen that the tips of the spikes have turned black, and the spikes are slightly bent.

It's not the first time he's killed someone.

Although he is now in his early 20s, he has already claimed the lives of three people.Because of his strict organization, clean tail handling, coupled with his adaptability and excellent acting skills, he has not been suspected so far.This gave him a sense of superiority and the excitement of holding other people's lives in his hands.

Today, it's the fourth --

He told himself in his heart.

Watching the child turn into a dark alley looking for a hotel, he trotted all the way there under the urging eyes of his companions, following the rough stealth skills learned by an old Goldfinger, he stepped with a very soft voice And ran over with messy steps, and hit the child on the back of the head with a stick.

The child immediately fell down.

He was still not at ease, although he couldn't see clearly in the dark, he picked up the stick and hit the neck and the back of the head several times in a row, and the people behind him also followed, hitting the face indiscriminately.

After smashing for about 3 minutes, they felt that the touch of the head had changed, so they took out a rag to cover their hands, tore off the package on the little boy, and searched the boy's body before giving up.

"His grandma...is a thief! No oil!"

"Leave it alone! Get out!"

They threw down the rags, wiped the bloodstains on their hands indiscriminately, and then fled in all directions.

It's a pity that they didn't see that after they left, the child whose head was smashed wobbled and stood up again.

There was a scarlet light in his eyes.

The sun sinks to the west, and the afterglow is gone.It was another peaceful day for the townspeople of Greypine Township.

(End of this chapter)