quicksilver blood

Chapter 484 Gervano and Hero
War is maddening.

Gervano's clothes were shabby, and his small, muddy right hand was tucked into the sleeve, tightly holding a sharp and shiny knife.And his left hand held his young sister's hand, and ran quickly in front.

He looked around with restless and vigilant eyes, showing that he didn't believe anyone.

Yes, he doesn't trust anyone, he doubts everything.

When those gentlemen were still fighting under the banner of fairness and justice, Gevano had already realized that the country was on the eve of destruction.

Just as a mouse always squeaks uncomfortably before an earthquake, this inconspicuous and humble little character like him is often the first to realize the most terrible storm.

The day before the battlefield spread to his city, he escaped with his sister almost prophetically.After hearing that it had become a city of death entangled in blood-sucking magic vines, he was not a bit lucky to escape and ascend to heaven.

At that time, Gervano's first feeling was, "Ah, it's finally here", and then, seeing the city he had lived in for 13 years being torn to pieces, he felt inexplicably relieved.

After all, it was the city of the noble lord, the druid lord, the rich man, and the beautiful lady, but it was definitely not the city of an insignificant quail like him.

Poor guy like him, one more is not much, and one less is not much.

When those well-dressed people were walking down the street with smiles on their faces, no one would ever care whether a child like him, who was covered in dirt and mud and curled up in a corner and no one wanted him, had drank today or had a bad smell. of clean water, and did you successfully grab some crumbs of bread from the wild dog’s mouth?

What they care about is whether their wallets have been cut open by the knives these children hide in their arms.

That city never cared about Gevano, nor Helo.When it was destroyed, Gevano's first feeling was carefree.

Indeed—what a delight!
Presumably those noble gentlemen should be running all over the street in fear, right?They should fall in panic, and then their legs are too weak to stand up, right?They would be wailing and their heads would be cut off, hanging on the horse's head with clattering eyes staring into death, right?

Thinking of this, Gervano felt extremely happy.

...Of course, he would be even happier if he could successfully escape from this country.

"Brother... ran too fast..."

Hai Luo was dragged by him and ran all the way, panting.

The little girl's yellow cheeks due to years of poor nutrition were already flushed.She was panting heavily, her voice trembling and thin.

But Gervano heard the words that almost went with the wind.

He stopped quickly, and when he saw Hai Luo who was out of breath, he panicked: "Hai, Hai Luo! Are you okay!"

"It's okay...just...a little tired..."

The little girl panted heavily, clutching her chest and frowning: "Brother...I feel even more uncomfortable..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, take a break."

Gervano replied without hesitation: "I happen to be a little tired too."

But even Hai Luo could understand that his words were lying.

It was obvious that he was the one who dragged Hailuo all the way before, until now his face was not blushing and his heart was not beating, but after Hailuo said that he was a little tired, he immediately said that he was tired.

Hailo was very aware of Gevano's awkward concern, a bright smile burst into her face, and her big brown eyes almost sparkled when she looked at Gevano.

"You, why are you looking at me like this... go to rest now! I have to hurry!"

Gevano's face turned a little red immediately, he turned his head away, dragged Hailuo to find a cooler place, and sat down.

Hailuo just smiled and let Gervano hold her hand, but as the blush on her face gradually faded, a bloodless paleness appeared on her face.

Hero is not Gervano's biological sister.In fact, they have nothing in common except being outcasts.

Different from the rough facial features and dark skin of Gevano's typical Caral countryman, Hailuo's face is quite delicate, with tea-colored pupils as clear and transparent as glass, short light brown hair slightly curly, and fair skin. Even the clothes The shabby look can also tell the nobility of her blood.

She looked more Suze than a Caral woman.Many people suspect that she is a mixed race of Caral and Suze, and some malicious people have targeted her since a long time ago.

But fortunately, after that city was flattened by the war, those annoying guys disappeared together.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

At this moment, a cold and indifferent voice sounded from the side.

Jevano's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness like a beast, he turned his head suddenly, protected Hailuo behind him, and stared fiercely at the stranger who made the sound.

After he saw the face of that person clearly, his first reaction was "it really is a suspicious person".

In front of him, a little boy with short light gray hair and bright red pupils stood in front of him.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate face and elegant demeanor, but he wore half a weird beak mask and a long black robe.

After realizing that this was just a child, Gervano subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

And after he saw the boy's face and behavior clearly, jealousy and a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.

"I can heal you."

The little gray-haired boy ignored Gevano at all, just stared at Hailuo, and said calmly.

His indifferent gaze stung Gervano again.

"No need! You go!"

He roared in a low voice, interrupting the words of the little boy who gave him a great sense of crisis.

He wasn't worried about him killing himself—he was worried about him taking Hero.

I've got nothing left... except Hailo, only Hailo...

Gervano murmured in his heart, looking at the gray-haired boy with even more disgust.

Hai Luo stood behind him, looked at the two people back and forth in a bewilderment, and closed his mouth wisely, without saying a word.

"If you don't like me, you can come and beat me, or you can stab me to death with the knife in your right hand." Unexpectedly, the gray-haired boy opened his arms to Gervano without fear, "Come on Ah, I won't fight back or hide, if you are worried that I will snatch her away, come and stab me like a man."

But hearing what the boy said, Gervano breathed a sigh of relief and took back his knife.

"coward!"

Gevano pointed to the little boy who was about his own age but dressed neatly and neatly, and scolded disdainfully: "I won't stab you to death! You have nothing, but I'm different from you!"

Dressed like a beggar, he pointed at the little boy wearing a delicate mask and a soft gown made of lamb skin and said, "You have nothing." This scene seemed absurd, but the boy wearing the mask was stunned. for a moment.

It took him more than ten seconds to react, and then for the first time, he looked at Gervano.

That condescending gaze annoyed Gervano.But he still suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"I admit, I was wrong." The gray-haired boy nodded, and said indifferently: "However, sooner or later, you will be thankful that you didn't stab me with your knife."

"Then go away!"

"Not urgent."

The gray-haired boy took a deep look at Hailuo for the last time: "I will come back...but now that it has deteriorated to such an extent, when I make another move, it's not enough to use one person as a reward. What do you do?" Are you ready to pay your reward?"

"I'll give you nothing! Liar!"

"Very good then," the gray-haired boy didn't care about the yelling Gevano, "Remember, my name is Dodo. Dodo Nirola. Tomorrow at the latest, you will be sorry for your attitude at the moment." regret."

After all, Duoduo turned around and left without thinking.

(End of this chapter)