quicksilver blood

Chapter 50 High Temperature Sterilization

Dilapidated houses, deserted streets, and the howling cold wind of early winter.

It was only a little over a week since the residents moved here, but it still gave people a dilapidated and ancient feeling like a ruin.

——Not popular.That's the only way to describe it.

The smell of cold inorganic substances filled the air.No one would think that there are still people living here.

"You mean, the mayor lives here?" A leading guard in heavy armor repeated his question in an unbelievable tone, "The nobleman lives in this poor place?"

None of my servants would live in a place like this—

The second half of the words were taken back by him in time.

After the deep surprise, there was an inexplicable sadness - it seemed to be the melancholy for the hero.

As if the legendary story heard in the tavern is coming to an end, the breath of the hero's twilight will naturally rush to the face.It's just that for some reason, the guard looked at the mayor's house at this moment. On this road that was no different from a wilderness, it seemed as if he had stepped into knee-deep snow, but he couldn't move.

Is that fear?

Do not……

He knew it.

That's probably pity.

Pity is followed by an almost imperceptible sense of superiority.It was a canine sense of superiority based on loyalty to Farina.

"Hey, listen up, everyone," he cleared his throat and forced his thoughts back. "Don't let any house go! All places must be thoroughly investigated!"

"Do you want to check even the nobleman's house?"

He heard someone behind him ask.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said, "That's natural. Lady Farina's order must be carried out."

But as soon as he said it, he felt something was wrong.

So he paused and then added in a slightly gentler voice: "However, in order not to let you guys, who are neither serious nor serious, disturb the mayor's rest, I will go with you."

After thinking for a while, the leading guard walked towards the direction he remembered.

It has to be said that human memory is really unreliable.

Not a few days after I moved out, the mayor's house became strange.

After going wrong several times in a row, he arrived at the mayor's house with the city guard behind him.

The first thing that catches the eye is the wide open door.Winter is approaching, and the wind is approaching.The icy air poured into the room, and it felt cold just by looking at it.

"Lord mayor?"

He called out tentatively, but received no response.

With a mind, the guard immediately looked down at his feet.I was slightly relieved when I found that the dust had accumulated for a long time, and there were no footprints at all.

But as soon as he opened the door and entered, he was startled by the sound of the wine bottle breaking.

"You bastards! Get lost! Immediately!"

An angry muffled voice came from inside.

But after the sound calmed down, there was the sound of heavy and slow breathing.

"Lord mayor? What's wrong?"

The guard at the door took courage and asked in a raised voice.

The heavy breathing inside suddenly disappeared without a trace.After a while, a vague voice came from inside: "Who? Is there something wrong?"

It seems that he just woke up.It was probably a dream before.

The guard understood.

The heart I just mentioned is relieved.He moved closer and stood at the door.

I saw the young mayor sitting on the bed with a haggard face and a haggard look.He put his hands on his head and buried his head deeply.

If he hadn't known his identity, anyone might have mistaken him for a drunken, decadent man living in a tavern - although in reality it wasn't quite the same.

Thinking of the palpitations caused by the sound of the wine bottle breaking before, the guard finally realized that the man in front of him was the mayor of a town after all. No matter how dilapidated he was, he was a real hereditary nobleman. There is no difference.

So he also had a keen eye.Seeing that the mayor seemed to be in a bad mood, he wisely did not go in to scold him, but silently stepped back a few steps, made a silent gesture to his men, and hid outside the door with peace of mind.

Casually, he asked: "Sir, Lady Falina asked us to check on a person pretending to be a Blighter. Some people said that he went this way... Have you seen a man in black clothes passing by the window? "

For a brief moment, there was no movement in the room.But the guards were not relieved.

It was not so much holding back the anger as it was the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, an almost furious voice came from inside: "Farina's people are amazing? I am at least your mayor! Without my father, you bastards would have no idea where you would have died! People in black clothes? Black clothes I've seen you people! Are your brains used to eat shit? Haven't you been sleeping before seeing me?"

The voice became a little hoarse because of the anger, and it was broken in some places.But it was such a rebuke that was neither fierce nor gorgeous, but made cold sweat flow down the back of the captain of the guard.

He finally remembered what kind of person he was talking to.

That is a real nobleman with a title.Unlike the guardian druids who acted like Farina, although most of these noble lords had little ability to cast spells and could not live forever, this did not affect their influence in the mortal world.

You know, Lord Farina can't even execute others at will, but the noble lord can rely on just losing money to avoid punishment-in the concept of Karal people, being executed for contradicting someone with a high status is one's own responsibility, even if Even in the army, he cannot enjoy the treatment of martyrs. Not only will his family members not receive care and preferential treatment, but they will even be looked down upon by others.

So a thought that should have been remembered by him is now reverberating in his mind: since when did these people ignore the existence of the mayor, and regard the acting leader—Falina as their own dedication? Loyal target?

"Mr. Mayor, please calm down..."

After realizing that the person in front of him was Ram's real master, a thin layer of cold sweat immediately condensed on the faces of the guard captain and the guards behind him.

In addition, even the tone and voice were a little weaker.

"Calm down? And then you gangsters rob me of my last property?"

Some nervous voices came from inside.

In the cold wind pouring down, the anger that almost ignited the four walls climbed up.The scolding of the lord inside is far from over: "I swear, I must hang you! Hang! You gangsters, thieves! Come, come in, I want to remember your faces!"

You would be a fool to go in at this time.

The captain of the guard cursed secretly in his heart, and without replying, he quickly left here with the team behind him.

But what they didn't see was that not long after they left, the door of the wardrobe opened slowly, and a slender figure in black robe stepped out, like a dead person waking up from a coffin.

Roland walked up to the mayor who had been dead for a long time without hesitation, reached out to pick him up, turned him over, and let him lie on his bed.

Then Roland lifted the young mayor's head up with one hand, and took out the chopping sword with his right hand—without using force, he just put the blade of the chopping sword under the mayor's neck.

Let go of your left hand and lightly swipe your right hand.

As the neck artery is cut open from the front, even if the person is dead, even if the neck is cut open, the blood will no longer spurt.But the mayor's blood flowed out quickly and firmly, and after a while, a huge bright red rose bloomed from the slightly yellowish bed with the bleeding point as the stamen.

After most of the blood flowed out and the bleeding speed slowed down significantly, Roland used the chopping sword to gently cut open the young man's clothes from the back of his neck to the back of his waist, being careful not to cut his skin.After the clothes were cut open, Roland held the chopping sword back and carefully cut the back of the corpse, as if holding a paintbrush, depicting a bleeding eye.

The whole process was silent and quick, and Roland's proficiency in movements was chilling.

"When she sees this, that woman won't be so at ease."

Concentrating on describing the details of the bleeding eye, Roland murmured.

This pattern is the symbol of N'Zoth, the god of truth and terror.As the god who is closest to the Twilight Species, the one who best understands the threat of the Twilight Species, and the one who is most deeply infected by the Twilight Species, other than Higgs, who has snakes in his eyes, his mental state is obviously worthy of concern.

As a chaotic and neutral god, he unswervingly enforces fear among humans.

Instead of forming a temple, his followers formed an organization called the Society of Truth, which was later annexed by the Ring of the South Wind.

The truth will believe that the world is full of malice everywhere.The reason why people can live safely is because they are stupid and cannot discover the truth of the world.The closer people get to the truth, the more deeply they will feel the horror of the world, and the crazier they will become.

Ordinary people cannot know the malice of the world, just like a blind man does not know that there is a cliff in front of him-the truth will proudly think that he is the one with clear eyesight.

But they have no intention of keeping people from the inevitable end.Even their all-knowing and all-powerful Lord N'Zoth will perish before that doomsday, let alone those mortals who are as small as ants.

What they have to do is to bring themselves closer to the truth of the world, so that they can see the moment of the world's destruction more clearly, and then die proudly together with the world as the first person to feel the great horror.

Roland remembered that the cultist nature of the Society of Truth was only exposed during the middle of the plague revival - of course, they were not popular before that.

As a believer of the god of truth and terror, Truth will be keen to reveal the secrets hidden by others, preferably secrets that can cause panic; of course, based on the indelible chaotic nature, more often the secrets they reveal are only themselves A delusion deduced from a few words.

Truth is as irritating as a rat that cannot be caught to the wicked.For the people at the bottom and some intelligence dealers, the truth will be the source of gossip, and every word may hide a lie and a secret.

Moreover, Roland also knew that Farina's assassination failed because the Society of Truth revealed Farina's secret to the "most distinguished guest in the City of Fortune".

This annoying group of rats never shuts up.And they don't think it's their fault to expose other people's privacy, but they think it's an unforgivable crime to bury the truth based on their greedy, selfish nature and useless mercy.

Everyone whose secrets are revealed by them will not only face a series of troubles caused by their privacy being exposed, but also suffer the ridiculous and annoying revenge of these mice.

N'Zoth wasn't strong enough on his own.But as one of the gods who knew the most things, it was not easy to kill him.Even if the purge of the existing gods was carried out during the revival of the plague, he was still the last group of gods to die.

Therefore, Roland was used to pouring any dirty water on the Truth Society—occasionally he was able to fool them unexpectedly.

If the Ring of the South Wind is a highly disciplined soldier, and the Ring of Ashes is an artist full of fantasies and delusions, then the Truth Society is a villain who only stabs in the back and adds insult to injury.

Even if they are both cult members, there is a huge gap between them.

—Of course, Farina's situation is different.

Roland showed a meaningful smile.

Because the small town of Ram is one of the few situations where Roland was caught out.The Truth Society really launched revenge on Farina, and the way was to kill the young mayor—Roland even copied the mayor's death method and appearance completely.

It's just three months ahead of schedule.

"This town is sick...well, it's time to autoclave the sick."

Under the black robe, the corners of Roland's mouth curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)