Blood of Mercury

<;Joseph closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice while sitting on a low bed in a dilapidated house. l

As his prayers sounded, small clusters of gray-white holy flames could be seen flashing away in the air. It disappeared in the air like smoke, and the dirty air was purified immediately.

For ordinary people, the harsh environment is almost equal to chronic suicide, but for any clergyman, there is no difficulty in solving it. Whether it is the evoked holy fire or purification, or the long-lasting holy residence, it can solve this problem that is difficult for wizards to solve.

"Joseph, Lord Roland's Letter"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, Elucado threw the bag in his left hand onto the bed, and a lot of letters fell out of it, and some even landed on Joseph.

Joseph just opened his eyes lazily and glanced at her, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

From the bridge of his nose down, his skin was as firm and fair as a teenager. But the part above the corner of the eye is the old skin that has lost its elasticity and is full of wrinkles. Several age spots are scattered here and there.

At first glance, it was as if the disguise of the lower half of the face of the boy disguised as an old man had been brutally torn off.

In the eyes of any normal person, this is a face that can be described as abnormal.

In remote places such as Caral, this face alone can be recognized as a monster, and looked at with fear and disgust.

However, the person who opened the door was wearing a thick layer of magic dust, and without hesitation, he reached out to Joseph, leaning on his shoulders and sitting on the bed.

What's even more unusual is that the person who pushed the door and came in was an unquestionably beautiful girl.

He was in his twenties, and his chest was raised high, bound by bright red eyes. The long black hair hangs down to the waist, emphasizing the slenderness of the waist and the fair skin. Those dark red eyes with a color like dried blood are too crystal clear. It doesn't feel like human eyeballs, but more like precious jewelry.

The delicate face is more like a doll than a human being, lifeless but beautiful. That's the same type of beauty as Roland or Hurland.

Not just those delicate faces resembling dolls. Even the hair length, color, and lifeless but confident temperament are exactly the same. The feeling of seducing others all the time, with every word and deed, is even more the same.

The two are too similar, and if they travel together, they will definitely be recognized as biological sisters by others.

A monster that is half old and half young. Coupled with a gorgeous girl like a blood-stained Su Ze's doll, the chaotic scene of sitting together so intimately is enough to make one's jaw drop.

But the confusion turns into an eerie dread when one hears the very soft but fast conversation between them.

"How many today"

"Six. Well, I came in after I finished eating this time. Are you very moved?"

"It doesn't matter, you clean up anyway."

"Tsk, do you have the heart to let me clean up the trash? Do you still have a little chivalry?"

"Knight, are you talking about those idiots who, after being stabbed in the heart, don't hurry up to ask for help, but instead condemn the enemy with excitement."

"Don't say that to others. At least these little guys taste good."

The two sat on the bed and chatted.

Although if the two of them can be regarded as human beings, they are both of the type who don't talk much. But it just so happened that the two of them got along unexpectedly.

First of all, they are all Roland loyalists, and they are all assassins. He is also a believer of the long-sleeping mentor, and there are quite a few common topics.

If Joseph hadn't undergone surgery, he would probably have been disgusted by Elucado because he was too gloomy.

But now that he doesn't care about everything, he can accommodate Elucado, who is quite self-aware.

At this moment, the Queen of the Brain Eater couldn't help sighing: "One hundred and twenty one. What the **** is your lord doing?"

Even though Elucado said that, there was no trace of resentment in his tone.

She licked her slightly sticky fingers intently, a smile on her face.

"We just need to obey."

With his back to Elucado, Joseph was silent for a while, and replied softly in a lazy voice that was about to fall asleep.

Now, it's the first day since the two met. Two days have passed.

Nothing had happened for the past two and a half days, except for the piles of corpses that piled up in the sewers of Iron Curtain City.

The task Roland gave Elucado before was to use her fast speed and excellent stealth skills to help Roland quickly pass letters between himself and old Joseph.

If he just quickly transcribes the contents of the letter without taking the time to fill out the forms one by one, Roland can finish it in just a short time every day when he leaves Natalia.

After all, every letter is the same. And Roland was not so eager to express himself. It is also impossible to use too much space in the letter.

Every day, letters come and go about three times.

In other words, Roland has written nine letters to most people. In addition to the one at the beginning, it has already broken through the double digits.

The most obvious result is that among the people Roland has contacted, one-third of them have contacted Esther or "Orlando".

The first batch of money has already started to flow in.

The snowball has already been formed. Just waiting for an opportunity, Roland can push the snowball down the cliff~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and watch it get bigger and faster. Eventually it becomes an irresistible avalanche that floods the world.

Roland lay on the bed and rolled over lazily.

Inexplicable. Roland felt like he was being raised by someone.

Two nights ago, he was carried in by "Orlando" pretending to be in a coma. And after discovering that the world began to change, it was indeed a brief panic.

But when Roland calmed down, he stopped panicking at all.

At least for now, the changes in the world have no effect on Roland's purpose. And it seems to be helpful

If you think about it pessimistically, the future can't get any worse anyway.

Leaving Roland alone is to wait for the day when the pioneers of the gods enter the White Tower area

At this time, forty-eight hours had passed since the end of the light burial. To be continued.

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