quicksilver blood

Chapter 62 Daily Life in the City of Fortune

The corpses were still placed as they were, and there were no footprints left on the half-dried blood on the ground, but Roland's shoes suddenly disappeared.

"Did the ghost take it?"

As soon as Roland spoke, he was startled immediately.

Don't tell me, it's really possible.

Considering that the leader of this street is an undead, maybe it was really a ghost who took Roland's boots.

"...but if that's the case, why didn't the ghost take my suitcase with me?"

Roland looked at the suitcase in the corner with some distress.

Because the suitcase contained his own black vine cover, Roland cautiously did not enter the area of ​​the Tree of Suffering with the suitcase.

The black vine set can be used at the silver level - this conclusion was made by Roland as a player.In this real world where there is no dungeon equipment, I am afraid that many gold-level druids will not be able to use this level of equipment.

Wizards need to buy a lot of experimental materials, and druids need to buy a lot of seeds and various potions. Only the priests can save money to attack the dark blue equipment because they have the temple to take care of food and shelter, and they don't need to buy anything.

This embarrassing situation didn't get better until the revival of the plague was over, and the productivity had a huge increase.

Roland didn't forget that the one inside was also a druid.In case the Tree of Suffering wanted the black vine set, Roland couldn't keep his equipment at all.

Although the reputation of the Tree of Suffering is very good, and as an elder, it is unlikely that he will be so unscrupulous, but Roland does not intend to entrust the ownership of his equipment to other people's integrity.This is as stupid as agreeing to the other party's request for goods first and money later when selling things in the game.

However, Roland was worried if he just left the suitcase here.Although no one would come into this nameless alley once a month, the wine bottle that Roland threw out before probably attracted a few people to check it out at the door.

As long as the other party is an old man who has lived in the city of wealth for a long time, he will definitely know that controlling his curiosity is the most important rule for living here.In this crooked narrow alley, how many people are hidden in it is impossible to see clearly from the outside.

The most people who come here can smell a strong smell of blood in the air.

But just in case, Roland hid the few blood-stained vines in his suitcase—not to attack the enemy, but to draw away the magic power.

If someone approached the suitcase, the active vines formed by these entanglement techniques would be triggered, and the magic power that kept Roland inside to supply the anti-gravity alchemy circle would be drawn away, turning the suitcase into an iron lump again.

The reason why Roland didn't take away the magic power directly when he left was to prevent wizards from coming here.

Although it is unlikely, if a wizard dares to come in at the risk of being sap, he can still see a small suitcase among the corpses in the place, and recognize that it is Su Ze's alchemy from 100 years ago. The craft can recognize the model at the same time, and recognize the magic power circuit after the magic power is taken away by the entanglement technique, and pour his own magic power into it to activate the magic circle and take away the suitcase - if so many conditions can be met at the same time, then Roland is really speechless .

In order to prevent this, Roland's entanglement technique can function as a coordinate.Roland can completely chase the vines hidden in his suitcase all the way to find it-although the entanglement technique can only maintain its activity for an hour under normal circumstances, if the entanglement technique is not activated, then it will be the same as an ordinary tree. There is no difference between the vines, even if you pretend to be dead for three days, the magic power will not dissipate.

This is exactly the principle of the druid's three-ring magic entanglement trap.

Then the problem is coming.

If the ghost took his boots, it can indeed explain the absence of footprints.However, the ghost's life-sensing characteristic can detect that there is a transmitter hidden in the box. It can directly use the incorporeal attack to kill the vines inside and then take the box away with magic injection.

But if the ghost didn't take it away, how could he come in and take away Roland's boots without leaving any footprints?

Suddenly, Roland thought of someone.

He does have this ability, and he also has this reason to do such perverted, boring things.

"Oh, it's really nosy."

Roland smiled lightly.

He carried the suitcase in his right hand, and with a thought, three vines spread out from the ends of Roland's limbs, hanging lightly on the nearby buildings.

With a little force, Roland swayed away from the alley like a swing, and landed lightly on the ground.

Even if he didn't need to enter the area of ​​the Tree of Suffering, Roland didn't want to get his feet dirty for no reason.

If necessary, it doesn't matter if Roland is covered in brains, not to mention blood all over his body.But if there is no need, Roland hopes that he can maintain the elegance of a cat, clean and light.

In Roland's opinion, those savages who covered themselves in blood, sticky and dirty were simply stupid—don't you know if you feel uncomfortable or not?

If you have to be covered in blood to bring fear to the enemy, it means that this person's strength is nothing more than that.

"In order to prevent that guy from doing a disservice again, let me prove it first."

Roland looked at the people around who were first startled by Roland falling from the sky, and then surrounded him with malicious intentions after calming down, showing a kind smile.

Six vines twisted and crawled out from Roland's fingers, from inside his clothes, and even from his mouth like snakes, wrapped around Roland's body, danced unconsciously, and gradually took on a gray color.

It was the aura of the Touch of Debilitation.

The black figure was reflected in the eyes of the punks who had gathered together due to the large number of people, distorted like a devil.

"Come on, play with my vine...it won't show mercy."

Roland's eyes became more gentle, and a halo like water waves flowed in his eyes.

The howling of pain is so beautiful.

Scared people are so cute.

Even the fear overflowing in his heart because of having an unspeakable nightmare made Roland feel a real pleasure.

Since the death of his parents, Roland, who seemed to be separated from everything no matter what he touched, finally regained the joy of childhood.

...Is it the effect of the soul mutation?Roland's distorted pleasure compensation mechanism has been repaired a little...or has it become more distorted?
who cares.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with his "pleasure-seeking pleasure", Roland was confident that this level of soul mutation was completely under the control of reason.

Maybe there will be some changes in the way of doing things, but Roland will never give up the basics and risk his life in pursuit of pleasure.

Survival is still Roland's first goal.

He wanted to live to see such a bright future.To this end, he will stop at nothing.

But before that...

"...It's common sense to have some fun before the decisive battle."

Roland licked the corner of his mouth, and the vines wrapped around his body shot away like a snake, entangled with the little gangsters who just turned around and wanted to escape.

"Little idiot, don't expose your back to the enemy, didn't your mother teach you?"

Manipulating the vine to unscrew the right arm of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with scars all over his body, Roland gently touched his head: "You don't run away after seeing such a strong enemy, your father didn't teach you how to kneel down and beg for mercy!" ?"

"...Well, if you can solve the problem by kneeling, what law does the city of wealth need? Is that what the uncle next door taught you?"

No, no, no, these people don’t understand at all.

Roland shook his head in disappointment.

It is time to change the laws of the city of wealth.

At that moment, Roland's pupils turned a mercury-like silver-gray.

He seemed to hear the girl's joyful laughter in his ears.

Hearing the hysterical screams and the rattling of bones coming from downstairs, the residents of No. 13 and No. 14 on Ridge Street shrugged their shoulders and closed the windows tighter.

This kind of thing happens every day. When the sun rises completely, go downstairs and get water to flush the dirty things into the sewer.Isn't the well-developed sewage treatment system in the city of wealth just for this purpose?

If you are lucky enough to find some broken corpses while cleaning the downstairs environment, pack them up and sell them to pig farms or slaughterhouses, and you will have enough money for a meal.

As for whether the corpse is used to feed pigs or directly chopped into stuffing and sold, it is none of their business.

This is the daily life of Fortune City residents, peaceful and fulfilling.

(End of this chapter)