quicksilver blood

Chapter 80 Tilance Dam
In the 916th year of the calendar of the gods, on December 13rd, at six o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was low, the clouds were thick, and dusk was approaching on the horizon.

Under Roland's decision, everyone was digging the top of the sewer in front, hoping to dig directly from this to the center of Ridge Street, and catch the undead by surprise.

On the other hand, Deckard volunteered and stayed behind with Roland to lay a trap for a person who came down from the roof behind.Let them not delay the "business" of Roland and his party.

"Snowing."

Roland looked up at the color of the indicator light at the top of the sewer, and whispered.

"The Moon of Shadows is here...someone will freeze to death again."

Deckard, who was beside him, sighed deeply.

He answered it casually, but unexpectedly Roland turned his head suddenly, his eyes under the black robe were fixed on him.

"No one will freeze to death," Roland repeated. "This year, no one will freeze to death."

Deckard frowned and looked at Roland, staring at him closely.Roland turned and looked at him without fear.

After a long time, Deckard finally took a step back in compromise, and bowed slightly to Roland.

"Well, no one will freeze to death this year, Mr. Orlando."

At most, it's just sending some cotton clothes to the homeless on their own streets——

To be honest, Deckard didn't even want to give them cotton coats.Best to freeze to death.

In his opinion, these bums are the scum of scum.Never work, don't want to pay anything, just want to live nourished.

But if it's just that, it's fine, and it doesn't matter if you raise them like dogs.

But what is most hated is their ridiculous and arrogant vagabond wisdom.

These poor and hateful little things are more sensitive than other residents in some things.They can always find out whether a regional manager is truly compassionate, or hides his ferocious face under a mask of compassion.

Afterwards, they will form a group to live in the streets of those benevolent managers, and they will do everything they can to suck up every drop of blood from these street managers, or simply force them to abandon their benevolence and become as hard as iron.

And for no reason, they couldn't kill these bums.In a chaotic place like the city of wealth, rules are very important, and you must abide by the rules you set.

So they could only pay bloody fingers to kill these homeless people silently and throw them into the sewer.

But there are too many homeless people.

There are too many of them. It takes a considerable amount of money to kill them to withdraw from their own street, and after they go out, they will desperately say how bad this street manager is. The reputation won by the previous righteous deeds is very fast. Will be completely defeated by them.

These miscellaneous things are annoying to death, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, it can be said that the existence itself is enough to cause headaches.

"No." Unexpectedly, Roland shook his head, "I don't mean this."

What do you still want?

Deckard sighed forcefully, frowned deeply and looked at Roland.

If the request is not too much, he cannot refuse it. After all, the people of Broken Throat Avenue still need the help of Mr. "Orlando" to survive the professor's conspiracy.

After all, he could no longer return to Fararo.

Dyke also heard that the two little guys that the old mountain king entrusted the silent wizard to protect were taken away by the people of Green Fruit Lock. The little girl who had a good relationship with the little mountain king and was likely to become the queen of the mountain people was also put on Slave collar—It can be said that Marcus will definitely die, the difference is that he kills himself or the mountain king himself puts the noose on him.

If Deckard returns to Fararo, he will definitely be questioned together.But in fact, the old mountain king does not want to give up the power of the city of wealth, and at the same time, a well-trained crafty knife wizard is also a very precious resource.

He is confident that if he pretends to be stupid and refuses to go back, Fararo will never send someone to summon him.

However, Master Marcus will definitely die.The question now is, how can we keep our own territory.

"I just wanted to say..."

Roland looked very distressed, and pressed his forehead with his hand.

"Those residents who have a house and a job will not be too afraid of the cold winter, and those who don't have a house... Maybe this year's explosion will kill some people?"

"Not likely. Even if they..."

Dyke was in the middle of speaking when he suddenly got stuck.

No, he got it.He knew what Roland's words meant.

A wet fear that was similar to the previous wet eyes but much weaker slowly surrounded him.

But at the same time, he was also deeply attracted by Roland's words.I have to say that Roland's statement is very tempting.

We all know that Broken Throat Avenue and Rib Edge Street are two streets where homeless people like to live, and quite a lot of homeless people gather here.

Today, there is a terrible explosion here...

Well, if these homeless people disappear in large numbers, no one will care, right?No one has ever cared about them, and who knows how many homeless people were killed by the bombing?

That's right...Marcus said before that he would find an excuse to clean up these homeless people, and now this explosion happens to be a very good time!

At this moment, Dyke subconsciously regarded himself as the next manager of Broken Throat Avenue, and carefully considered Roland's statement from the perspective of a regional manager.

Maybe you can send someone to kill them all and throw them into the sewer... No, it's not normal if no one escapes at all, it's not good for your reputation.

By the way, we must first completely kill the group of stinky crows on Broken Throat Avenue.If this is the case, no one will know how much the Broken Throat Avenue has lost except myself and these crafty knife wizards...

Thoughts one after another quickly emerged in Dyke's mind, and he never even thought about what he would do if he was not the one who took over as the regional manager.

wrong.To be more precise, even if that thought crossed his mind, Deckard would dismiss it with disdain.

Even the clever wizard Deckard has thought of a good way to clean up those annoying bugs in the Raven. Isn't it natural to take over the position of leader?

"……I understand!"

He nodded excitedly: "Thank you, Lord Orlando, for your advice!"

"You don't have to thank me yet, Deckard."

Deke saw Lord "Orlando" leaning over slightly, a scent of flowers with the smell of blood and prickly ash emanating from him, full of natural fragrance.

...Master Orlando, is it a woman?

Such thoughts appeared in Dyke's mind.

Just when Deckard was thinking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The cold sweat on the back suddenly came down.

"Do you want to know how I know your name?"

Lord "Orlando" pointed his slender index finger on Deckard's forehead. The nails were not very long, but they were frighteningly sharp.With just a light poke, Dale felt that his forehead had been punctured.

"Of course." "Orlando"'s voice was hoarse like a snake, mixed with deep laughter, forming a frighteningly crazy harmony, "before you died, I asked me to pray for you—— "

At that moment, Dyke seemed to see the flash of mercury under the black robe.

The eye color of mercury?How could humans have eyes of that color...

But soon, such insignificant details were ignored by Deckard.

"You mean I'm going to die soon?"

"Exactly."

Lord "Orlando" asserted.

"Among your two colleagues, there is a ruthless person. That person named Rowling found a professor's bomb, and planned to blow you up to death here, so as to seize the position of leader."

Rowling?

She actually wanted to kill me?
How dare she kill me!how could she-

Deke's pupils shrank, and anger suddenly surged in his heart.

Since Lord "Orlando" could know the woman's name, he must have seen how he called her in the future.You must know that the names of Sly Sword Wizard and Astrology Wizard are top secret, and this is the source of their power.It is also their biggest weakness, and it will never be revealed to outsiders.

The veracity of the prophecy, then, is beyond doubt.

Now Dyke is extremely grateful that he can find a professional in the divination system and make friends with him.

What he wants now is to use Lord "Orlando"'s prophecy to strike first and find a chance to kill that bitch.

"Help me, my lord, Orlando!"

Thinking of this, Deckel knelt down decisively and immediately.

"Don't be like this—" Roland caught him.

Deke took advantage of the situation and changed to half-kneeling, bowed his head and kissed Roland's left fingers, then looked up at Roland sincerely: "No! Please save me! Lord Orlando, I don't want to die yet!"

"Of course, you won't die. The premise is that you have to listen to me."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the black-robed Lord "Orlando".But at the moment Deckard couldn't care about anything.

"Of course I'll listen to you! I'll listen to everything!"

"Very good. Now, come to the front with me," Roland said to Deckard in a low voice, "I'll prove it to you."

5 minutes is almost here-

"—the first bomb detonated by your dear colleague will be where you stand now."

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(End of this chapter)