quicksilver blood

Chapter 85 A Fiery Heart (First Order)

Old Tom was excited.

The wizard's medicine must be very useful - after he drank the medicine, he seemed to have a hot courage rising from his belly and pouring into his heart.

Taking advantage of this courage, Old Tom beat Justin without hesitation.

"That's a professional! I beat him while condemning his crimes. He didn't dare to fight back, his eyes were full of tears, and he kept asking me why I beat him-ah, what a joy!"

When Old Tom said this, he punched the air vigorously, and spit a mouthful of phlegm beside him casually.

"But what crime did he have?"

asked someone in the crowd.

Old Tom's face froze, and then he bared his teeth and showed a fierce face in that direction: "Are you burnt by eating shit from a stupid dog? Why are you meddling? I say he's guilty, and you don't accept it?"

But his swear words with the color of mountain people did not have the deterrent effect he imagined.

He seemed to be able to hear bursts of laughter coming from the crowd. Old Tom curled his lips, cursed and spit on the ground.

He can't afford to mess with those people.

With the strong physique and fearless aura of the mountain people, Old Tom looked down on ordinary people who did not have a professional level at all.

In his opinion, as long as those thin, monkey-like little people dared to show him the slightest disrespect, he would punch him-yes, you must know that this hand once broke an assassin's finger!just now!
But in this prison on Ridge Street, there may be a professional hiding in it quietly... In case they are offended...

So old Tom didn't respond to those jeers, and just talked about his glorious deeds: "I broke one of his fingers! Yes! I broke a finger of an assassin! I ran away!" It took three blocks to get caught here—”

"He must have regarded you as a friend, and he didn't resist at all, right?"

Someone laughed loudly in the crowd.

Old Tom was always dismissive of such people who can't eat grapes and say sour grapes-he shouted back in an equally loud voice: "Nonsense! That bastard Justin has never had friends!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm Justin's friend!"

A dull and loud voice came from the crowd, which made old Tom's eardrums ache.

Just as he was about to calm the man down with his fist, he saw a big man who was nearly two meters standing up from the crowd.It could be vaguely seen that there was a huge lion's head tattooed with gold thread on the chest of that big man.

That big guy's originally simple and honest face was red and bloodshot at this moment, he was panting heavily because of anger, and the original brown pupils were bloody as if injected with blood, which was extremely scary.

...Golden Lion Fighter?
Old Tom took a step back shyly, then felt unsafe, and took several steps back in succession until he reached the wall.

Leaning his back against the wall seemed to give him a lot of courage. Old Tom crossed his hips and shouted at the opposite side: "You big, uneducated man! You deserve to be in jail! People like Justin are only worthy of you!" friend!"

While saying this, his eyes shrank and looked around, eager to cast a glance of approval in the crowd, so that he could tear that person into the water together.

A Golden Lion fighter with at least a bronze rank is not something a poor man like him who has no professional level can handle.

But to his disappointment, no one agreed with his accusation.It's as if these people have given up their insistence on justice because of the intimidation of the golden lion fighter.

"I'm justin's friend too!"

"Me too!"

"Justin is such a good person, how dare you bully him!"

At this moment, the crowd seemed to be encouraged by that stupid big man, and many people stood up, approaching Old Tom step by step with dangerous faces.

Seeing that Old Tom was about to be surrounded and beaten by a group of people, the prison gate suddenly opened.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice sounded from the door, and the scene immediately calmed down.

……who is it?
Old Tom squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, and squinted his eyes at the man at the door through his fingers.

His hair was pale yellow, and his pale face was dotted with two scarlet eyes, shining slightly like the eyes of a wolf in the dark underground prison.His back was slightly bent, and his limbs were slender and weakly drooped due to the deterioration of flesh and blood.

It was a dilapidated face like a beggar, but it had an indifferent temperament that was rarely seen in the city of wealth.

Seeing that the people around him became quiet all of a sudden, with their hands lowered and their heads lowered, Old Tom suddenly understood.

... This kid is the manager of Ridge Street, the legendary undead?

It doesn't look like anything special, it has the same two arms and two legs, and it doesn't smell like corpses like those bards said, and there are patch-like stitches on its stomach...

He watched the undead enter the house and immediately pressed something on hand a few times, and there was a buzzing sound for no reason, so he immediately respected the undead.

Look at it making such amazing movements—it's a necromancer!
Old Tom stroked his suddenly aching abdomen, and watched suspiciously as the undead kept manipulating something around him, as if the sound of water came from far away.Around him, the prisoners seemed to be gradually remembering something terrible, showing panic, and talking to each other in a very low voice, but Old Tom couldn't hear at all.

But in old Tom's mind, it was probably to prevent the explosion.

I could hear it before, and the sound of the explosion was getting closer and closer.It seems that the master wizard is also a little panicked, and started to adjust some esoteric things that only wizards understand.

At this time, those tall wizard gentlemen who like to live will have a headache.This underground prison is an extremely safe place.

After all, it's impossible for a bomb to go underground, right?
Watching the "Necromancer" stay there for a long time, Old Tom felt that the pain in his stomach had increased to an unbearable level, so he couldn't stand it anymore, and let out a loud howl that scared the people around him, and then He then knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, rolling and whining non-stop, attracting everyone's mocking and surprised eyes——

But even so, the terrible colic showed no sign of stopping.

It felt as if the internal organs were being ravaged by someone, the stomach and intestines twitched and twitched together, twitching with a force that almost broke the bones.

...Yes, that bottle of potion?

Suddenly old Tom realized.

I heard that wizards like to find people to do experiments...

Probably some kind of test... But the test is too painful.

Until now, old Tom didn't want to admit that he found the wrong person.That would make him seem a little too stupid.

Suddenly, Old Tom suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the pain in his stomach seemed to have been weakened a lot.

However, that is not a sign of salvation.

If I have to say it, it is a kind of realization that the death row prisoner feels that his death is approaching.

Ahh, am I dying?

Speaking of which, if he had treated Justin better from the beginning, he wouldn't have ended up in this kind of situation...

...Speaking of which, why was he hostile to Justin in the first place?

Suddenly, he felt an unimaginable heat gushing from the bottom of his heart, without any reason, he was moved to tears.

The world in front of him seemed to be silhouetted by the dark halo, the sound and color gradually moved away from him, and the pain in his stomach disappeared completely.

The already rotten heart has become scorching hot at this moment.Old Tom felt the heart beating extremely powerfully in his chest, and he felt the beauty of life for the first time.

If, at that time, I—

Old Tom's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something——

At that moment, time seemed to stand still here.

(End of this chapter)