quicksilver blood

Chapter 432 The Fate of Mortals

Chapter 129 The Fate of Mortals
The old woman brought up the dry and cold pancakes and unseasoned vegetable soup, and then sat unsteadily across from Roland and the others, holding a roll of black linen cloth tightly with trembling and thin hands. own nose and mouth.

Roland suddenly understood.

This is to prevent himself from being infected, or to prevent his own disease from infecting Roland and the others.In the early days of the plague revival, such a simple mask was almost everyone's standard equipment.

Being able to realize such a skill before the plague revival has officially started can only be attributed to the old man's unique wisdom in life.

"Sorry, kids... I don't have anything to eat here. That's all."

Her timid voice was muffled and muffled through the linen, and her rather severe Caral accent made it difficult to make out what she was saying.Fortunately, the few people present could understand, otherwise communication would be a problem.

"You are welcome, ma'am."

Roland lowered his eyes and replied gently.

Under the dim light of the fireplace, he could clearly see a trace of nostalgia in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

"This table hasn't been full for a long time...a table for four people, I'm the only one left..."

The old woman murmured.

Then, as if suddenly realizing it, she picked up the serving spoon, took a spoonful of her own soup, and poured it onto Roland's plate.

"You eat...you eat..." the old woman said vaguely.

Roland was unusually obedient.He picked up his spoon and took a sip of the soup.

In all fairness, it's not good to drink.Since there is no salt added, there is no taste at all.Moreover, the vegetables are almost rotten into mud, but they can still eat some sticky tendons.

Seeing Roland eating the vegetable soup, the old woman showed a satisfied and nostalgic smile.

She muttered over and over, "Eat more... eat more..." Standing up, stretching her arms as hard as she could, she was about to serve Lilia and Gaharad with food.

"Ma'am. I'll do it."

Gaharad quickly supported the old woman who was almost unable to stand still, let her sit down slowly, and then took the serving spoon in her hand.

The old woman's eyes froze for a moment.

"Oh yes, I forgot..."

She murmured and took out a small bag from her arms: "Old man, go add some salt... to cure the cold..."

After catching a certain word, Roland froze slightly, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

After receiving Roland's signal, Gaharad nodded solemnly, and then took the old woman's small bag.

Realizing a certain possibility, Roland frowned and straightened up, looking at the old woman.

She was dressed in rather ordinary dark brown linen.Practical clothes that are more suitable for housework than labor, heavy and neat.

Her face was sunken, her eyes were cloudy and glazed, her skin was dull and tarnished, wrinkled and age spots.Her hair was gray, the skin on her wrists and hands had lost its elasticity, and her muscles were slack, but the flesh on her shoulders was still firm.

Looks like a pretty old guy.

The life of a mortal without any occupation is only in his 50s.The old woman in front of her seemed to have lived for sixty or seventy years, but she seemed to be a little confused, sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

"Where's your son?"

Roland made up his mind to pay attention, and asked as if nothing had happened. Lilia was shocked.

Facing Lilia's gaze, Roland shook his head slightly to tell her to leave it alone.Lilia was silent for a while, then nodded.

"Little Paul..."

The old woman stood up tremblingly, and replied in a vague voice: "I haven't come back... Mrs. Farina... said to be back at the end of the year, come back at the end of the year...Young people are just busy... "

"Paul is not as good as you..."

Suddenly, the old woman's abrupt words surprised Roland.

But then, he knew that the old lady had admitted the wrong person: "You have become an 'adult'... Please help your brother more... the one in black robe... what is his name..."

"The Blighter."

Roland answered softly.

"Ah, yes, the Blighter..."

As if emphasizing a certain word, the old woman stood up and raised her voice slightly: "Little Paul is with Lady Farina... You are also a druid, so it's okay to talk to Lady Farina, Farin Master Na has practical knowledge, learn more, I can't lose you..."

"Yes."

Roland replied softly.

The old woman nodded in satisfaction, and then sighed again: "The guard...the guard can't fix much money. I'm also busy... I haven't been back for more than half a year..."

Roland was silent.

Farina's guard?

If Roland remembered correctly, they must have been the first batch of experimenters when Farina first rolled up the plague.

If there is no accident, the old lady's second son will never come back.

Wait... a guard?old lady?Ram town?

Suddenly, Roland's fingers trembled slightly.He put down the spoon quietly.

He remembered, this episode.

If yes...

Roland pondered, reaching out to Gaharad to pass the paper bag.The moment I got it in my hand, its name was displayed:
——[The ashes of the test subject].

really.

Roland sighed.

This is a fairly Plague Revival questline.Is the middle part of the "Just a Mortal" series of quests.

At that time, the player received two tasks at the same time. One task was to lead a blighter to a small village, and the other task was to help an old lady in another village make a bowl of porridge.

The old woman's second son was killed by Farina's plague, and she burned his bones to ashes, some of which were mixed with salt.She was adamant that a soup made with salt from her son's ashes would cure bloodstain syndrome.And give the vegetable soup to everyone who passes by.

Then, the player watched the old lady give the porridge to the blighter to drink—of course, the player didn't know there was a problem with the porridge at this time.

As for the Blighter, his task is to completely cleanse another infected city.After the player brings the Blighter in, he watches the player go, and proceeds to destroy the city.

But at this time, the old lady followed them to this city for some reason.And after the Blight kills all the life in the city once, he will find the old lady who died on the street with her vitality drained. After taking off the linen, she will find that the person who somehow ran from Ram to Here, his old mother.

At this time, the player will find in her hand a bag of special salt called "Ashes of Experimental Subject" that she holds tightly in her hand.

Eaten his own brother, then killed his own mother, contracted bloodstain syndrome - the blight had no choice but to die.

In the face of natural disasters, he is just a mortal.

　It’s not easy to change the name if it’s passed on wrongly... just wait and see... I’ll find a way...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)