quicksilver blood

Chapter 79 The Burning Redemption

The cold wind is like a knife.

The previous explosion did not bring any warmth to this northern city, and large flakes of snow began to fall.

A man in dilapidated clothes curled up in the corner, looking at the gray sky with cloudy and lifeless eyes.

His neck was cracked and bleeding.There were two circles of gray-black marks with bloody scabs near the wound. The area was full of blisters, and pus had even begun to ooze out.

A pungent burnt smell came with the cold wind.

He tightened his collar with his left hand awkwardly, and with a slight movement of his right hand, he frowned in pain.

All ten nails on his hands were violently pulled out, and three thick rusty iron nails were nailed into the knuckles of his right knuckles.

It was a dying wild dog, and anyone could tell that at a glance.

"sorry Sorry……"

A whimper rolled from his torn throat, and tears of regret filled his eyes.

The master of the Blighter is so merciful - even if he wanted to assassinate him, he didn't blame him, but let him go.

The Blighter was right - he was not wrong.

He also knew that he was just collecting money from people to eliminate disasters.

Just like a dagger stained with blood, there is no need to repent for killing someone.

But after all, he had never met an assassin who would be forgiven by his own victims.If he was forgiven by others, he would laugh at the other party's useless pity and ridiculous innocence, but the priest of the Lord of Darkness was deeply moved by the phrase "you are not wrong".

How many people can understand me?

Never anyone.

Except for that Lord Blighter who has a noble heart.

——However, he betrayed it himself.

Unable to bear the torture, he finally leaked all the questions that Master Blighter asked him.

As a result, the pastor of the Lord of Darkness was pessimistic and desperate, filled with deep guilt.

I can't even do things like keep a secret... I'm so useless, I'd better freeze to death here.

"...It's snowing."

In a daze, the priest of the Lord of Darkness watched a snowflake fall on his wound in a daze. The strange cry of coolness and tingling made him cry uncontrollably.

He felt death was approaching.

No one will force a priest to be strong before he dies - he is not a full-time assassin, has not undergone rigorous training, and it is not his fault that his will is weak.

However, in the endless cold that made his whole body freeze, he couldn't help but think of the warm left hand that the master of the Blight patted on his right shoulder.Warm almost scalding.

It seems... to be...

Mumbling vaguely, he briefly lost consciousness.

City of Fortune, Sewers, lower level of Ridge Street.

Roland led a group of thugs and stood in front of a fork in the road.

"Don't come here, I'll try it out," Roland didn't turn his head, but said in a solemn voice with his back to everyone, "Don't worry about me. If my life is in danger, I'll get a premonition."

"Mr. Orlando, please be careful."

Decker's tone was full of worry and a little respect.

After confirming that the culprit of the continuous explosions was the professor, he completely relaxed his vigilance against Roland.He even felt guilty for his doubts about him before.

Just now, he had sent the news that the professor was the culprit through the contact information between the three of them.

Deckard has already decided that if Mr. "Orlando" is really in danger, he will be rescued even if his identity is revealed!
He watched Mr. "Orlando" wearing a black robe resolutely walk into the first intersection, and sighed deeply.

There are not many people with such a noble heart these days.

Even if Mr. "Orlando"'s golden-rank alienation seems to be biased towards a certain evil god, this cannot conceal his kind soul.Just if it is outside, then collaborating with the evil god can indeed offset his merits, but this is a city of wealth, a place of lawlessness.

What happened to the communication with the evil god?The law of the bunch of hypocrites does not apply here!This is the country we, those of us who yearn for freedom, formed for ourselves!
Deckard's right hand was already faintly pressing on the ritual dagger at his waist.

His ceremonial dagger is a rare weapon that grants hold all once per day.

If Mr. Orlando really perceives some danger and cannot escape, let yourself save him.

The young crafty knife wizard is ready to go.

After Roland stepped into the shadows, he felt the aura of the undead in his chest, and the walking corpses around him immediately receded in shock.

Roland hid in the crowd before, so that the breath of the undead in this small black box was hidden by the breath of the living.Therefore, no one noticed that these walking corpses subconsciously didn't want to get close to Roland.

And when he moved away from the crowd, the aura became obvious immediately.

After squinting at the receding corpse, Roland stood in the sewer and took out the imprint given to him by the professor.

As early as when the walking corpses were exterminated just now, Roland had already calculated the time and location of the next explosion, so without any consideration, he directly ordered——

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction," Roland said softly, "No. 5, No. 16, detonate in 15 minutes; No. 19 to No. 6, detonate in [-] minutes; Seventeen." To NO.[-], it will detonate in [-] minutes..."

"...and, number two, detonate in seventeen minutes."

After the order was completed, Roland took out the small black box from his arms and casually hung it behind the head of a zombie beside him who kept retreating in fear of him. It roared with fear and moved forward slowly.

Afterwards, Roland took out a bottle of potion from the suitcase, stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly, and poured all the potion into his stomach.

"This is... the 26th."

Glancing at the label on the potion, Roland then threw it in the corner.

But he immediately seemed to think of something, sneered, took out potion No. 27 and poured one-third of it on the empty bottle of No. 26.

"Although I don't think there will be such idiots, there must be some precautions, right?"

Roland murmured, tore a piece of paper from the notebook in his arms, scribbled something on it, and pasted it on the forehead of the howling and struggling walking corpse.

Then Roland led the walking corpse to the end of the passage, skillfully pressed the button and opened the secret door.

Boring thieves have long drawn out topographical maps of the sewers in the City of Fortune on the forum.With the secret door detection feature, all kinds of secret doors and traps are naturally clearly marked.

Although some of the treasures inside had been taken away by the thief, it still couldn't hide the value of this topographic map.

For example, the secret door in front of Roland leads directly to the bedroom of the undead in Ridge Street.If the timing is right, you can go in and steal something when he's not home.

Of course, on the other hand, it is not impossible to wait for him to do something when he is at home.

"Then, on the 26th, detonate in seventeen minutes and thirty seconds."

Just as Roland did these actions, another ten seconds passed.So strictly speaking, this walking corpse friend with a warm heart will detonate about 40 seconds after the explosion of the second.

If Roland remembers correctly, the person who drank No. [-] seems to be called... Old Tom, right?

Roland sneered, and sent the undead's body parts stuck in the back of his head, walking forward like a donkey with a carrot tied in front of him, into the secret door, closed the secret door, and smashed the organ.

Then he took a second to adjust his expression, and happily walked outside to the crowd waiting for him nervously.

"There is no danger here. Come in."

"I'm glad you're all right."

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and deeply lamented that good people are indeed rewarded.

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