quicksilver blood

Chapter 481 The Beloved

As night fell, the Black Fire Bar in Waratah was not as lively as it used to be.

Seeing that the moon is about to rise, and the last ray of the setting sun is about to dissipate, but the place is not full of people, let alone adding stools and tables.

This is quite an incredible thing for this most lively place in Kinsent District at night.

Although Kinsent District is not far from the holy city of Frankfurt, residents of Kinsent District undoubtedly have to abide by more rules than other cities in Bantha.

For example, in principle, followers of Tyre are not allowed to go out for entertainment at night.Even if Tire's teachings do not strictly prohibit people other than priests from keeping vigil, it is disrespectful to Tire to reverse the day and night.

That is to say, here in the Kingson District, in the territory of the Marquis Kingsonte, who is a fanatical follower of Queen Bansa, people can ignore the staid and ugly old men in the church, and come out to have fun at night as they please.

But in the Black Fire Bar in Waratah City, the largest bar in Kingson District, where even the second son of the Marquis often appeared, it was no longer as lively as before.

People still have smiles on their faces, but their eyes are lonely.People even started drinking quickly and then went upstairs or left the bar, no longer a group of unknown people sitting around the lobby chatting and farting cheerfully as usual.

Why is this so?
To put it bluntly...it probably means that the Marquis's second son unfortunately died.

"I miss Brother Harrison a little bit again."

A man with a thick beard said this and sighed deeply: "If he were still here, he would have pushed open the door of the pub with a loud smile, put his arms around the girl and shouted to the boss, 'I'll treat you today!' and then Sitting in the hall. We cheered loudly and drank a large glass of Blackfire beer, then stood in a circle and sang "Red Warriors" to him. Then the little brother was made to laugh, stood up and danced Sing along..."

"Then the little brother squatted on the table with his arms around Niu, bragging loudly to us... Seriously. He really didn't have a noble temper at all. He wasn't angry when Luna accidentally spilled wine on him that day. In order to comfort the terrified Luna, he took another glass of beer and put it on his head, pretending to accidentally miss it, and poured it down on his head—"

"Ahhh, I remember I remember! His hair got soaked in no time, and we laughed so hard at that stupid look."

"I do remember that he knocked over the table when he was bragging to us that day - I remember the story of his duel with that druid named Arkin."

"I just remember that stupid, stupid name. The druid's parents must have offended San Xian."

"Great Harrison story! Pity it won't be heard anymore..."

"—Come on. Don't talk about it."

The brown-haired and brown-eyed boss scratched his head, the bunches of oily hair tied into dense braids and his round belly looked quite joyful.

But the boss didn't pop out from behind the counter in his usual comical way, and then hugged his enthusiastic friend.

There was no smile on his face, but only sadness: "Stop talking...Harrison is a good boy. He has had countless friends in his life, and the Marquis should be proud of him."

"Old Blackfire! Tell the truth—do you even know how little Harrison died?"

A dwarf whose height only reached the boss's waist and whose beard and braids were as long shouted violently.

The dwarves and the mountain people had a feud in ancient times, and they looked down on each other.But it just so happens that most of the taverns and inns are run by mountain people, and only in Bansa, a place that despises the blood of redheads, can alcoholic dwarves come in and have a few drinks with confidence.

These dwarfs can always be seen in the very few taverns that are not run by mountain people.

"Speak out, Master Bronzebeard will avenge him! Dwarves are never afraid of death!"

Saying this over and over again, he drank a glass of beer that was bigger than his head, while waving the empty wine glass, shouting with a mouth full of wine: "Use the hammer in my hand, just like this - — One swipe, fuck that bastard's brains out!"

Hearing this, other people in the tavern couldn't help turning their eyes over.He looked at this sturdy fat man who was said to be somewhat related to the Marquis, but was honest and hospitable.

Old Heihuo sighed deeply and nodded.

"Know a little bit."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of the people around him lit up instantly.

There was a wolfish light in their eyes, and a bloodthirsty and ferocious color flashed across their faces.

A bald man with a shirtless upper body graciously pushed a stool over and pressed Old Heihuo on the stool: "Master Heihuo, just speak. Everyone is waiting to hear."

"That's right, Lord Heihuo, we are all honest people, so we won't do things that violate laws and regulations."

A dwarf with gold teeth said with a smile.

At this moment, there was a crisp wind chime at the door.Someone pushed the door open again.

For a moment, everyone turned their eyes away, but when they noticed that the man was wearing a full-coverage cloak, they turned their eyes back with interest.

After so many years of traveling abroad, some things are already self-evident.

Since he has already dressed like this, it is clear that he does not want you to know his identity. Showing curiosity and interest at this time is purely looking for trouble.

If there is no malice, it is best that both parties should not be able to see each other; if there is any malice, then it is even less possible to show concern and curiosity for the other party.

"Come in, find a place to sit and enjoy the fire—"

Old Heihuo yelled casually, and then he was surrounded by a group of people.

He cleared his throat, patted his belly, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you in advance, I don't know much, but don't spread the word, if you want to spread it, exaggerate it——Why did I say that, you guys I'll find out later."

"Harrison's death has nothing to do with the Church of Tyre."

As soon as Lao Heihuo said these words, many people's expressions changed immediately.

A few people immediately said that they had a stomachache or wanted to go to the toilet, and stayed away.

The more you know, the faster you die. This sentence is not wrong in most cases.

As soon as they opened up a few seats, the man in the black robe who had just walked in took advantage of the opportunity to sit on one of the seats.

Old Heihuo fixed his eyes on him for a few seconds, then let go as if nothing had happened: "The last thing for little Harrison is to accompany his new girlfriend to the Iris Swamp to enjoy the flowers."

"I think you know that all kinds of flowers in the iris swamp are in full bloom at this time in previous years. But this year is different-this year the iris swamp has not bloomed. Not a single plant has bloomed."

"Curse? Plague? Or is there a war?"

A female knight with a gray ponytail and a small scar on the tip of her nose asked.

"You guessed right."

Old Heihuo nodded: "It's the plague. A very serious plague...to the point where the infected must be purified."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around.

"...Do you mean that Harrison is infected with the plague?"

"impossible."

Unexpectedly, Old Heihuo categorically denied it: "Anyone can be infected with the plague, but he can't - he has the blessing personally imposed by Jupiter IV, so he will not be attacked by the plague and curse."

"So, what happened to him?"

"I said, it's purification - all suspected infected people will be purified."

Old Heihuo sighed: "Lord Marquis has told me so much. He said that no matter how much he knows, I will be in danger."

For a while, the Black Fire Bar was filled with low-pressure air.

(End of this chapter)