Blood of Mercury

The surrounding townspeople seemed to sense something was wrong, and gathered around to point at it.

"Old John? Who is Old John?"

"That old liar, the old man who drinks under the clock tower every night."

"Isn't he a wizard?

"Maybe. Wizards are like this anyway: cunning, cruel, and smelling of alcohol."

"That old man is not cruel. Yesterday he gave little Pete candy, the most expensive kind."

"Be careful! He must have no intention of giving such a precious thing to a stranger for no reason. Maybe he cast a curse inside! Once eaten, it will turn into a monster like a corpse!"

"Scared? I think so too! No, I have to go back quickly."

Stupidity. stupid.

No one was sad about Old John's. They all discussed other people's death and misfortune with an amazing indifference. In the joyful and peaceful atmosphere, there were extreme ignorance and savagery hidden.

This was the first town he saw in the Land of the Gods.

This was the first town he saw in this world.

Roland looked coldly at this unfamiliar and familiar town, shocked by the ignorance of people, and was speechless for a while.

Old John... He still has impressions.

He is an astrological wizard, and he is over eighty years old today, but it was not until last year that he advanced to a full-scale wizard.

It was a very interesting old man who set up a stall under the clock tower with a glass fake crystal ball pretending to be a prophecy wizard every day. You're going to be scammed out of your money today" kind of divination that almost makes you laugh.

However, if you ask him about the weather, he will suddenly become serious, put away the fake crystal ball, and use a set of precision measuring instruments that can buy at least a dozen real crystal **** to accurately tell you the weather for the next week. And never go wrong.

Almost all of the money he earns will be exchanged for the most expensive candy, and handed out with trembling hands to the bear children who surround him with mud and pebbles.

And the candy he sent was either thrown into the muddy water by the group of children, or was taken home by the ignorant children, and then was slapped in the face by an adult and ordered them to throw it away .

So the children redoubled their efforts to contact the throwing technique at night, and Old John shook his trembling body like a stupid duck, struggling to avoid the sharp stones that hit the key.

But then one day, he suddenly disappeared. Then his body was found in a gutter by a stealth player. The coins on the corpse were completely gone, but those expensive candies that he had accumulated over the years and were worth at least five or six times more than the money he carried seemed to be feared, and none of them had been passive.

And the astronomical measuring instrument that was enough to buy a sea-view villa in a place ten times richer than Lam—such as the White Pagoda—was thrown into a puddle without any care, and was completely scrapped due to damage and water ingress.

None of the players were surprised at the time. As if he was infected with some serious mental illness from this sick town, they all looked at Old John's death with thoughts such as "Ah, he's finally dead" and "He's finally relieved". At first, there were mercenaries who bravely went to investigate, but later he took a mission and left here, and the matter was over. Even when he comes back for vacation in the future, he has no intention of continuing to investigate.

No one knows why such an old wizard apprentice didn't leave in Caral, who was so hostile to wizards; no one knew why he deceived people with that almost ridiculous prophecy; no one knew why he took him with him and his worth. Disproportionately expensive measuring instruments.

Everything about him is a mystery, but no one has ever tried to explore him.

Now, the murderer who killed Old John has finally been found. Roland didn't feel the slightest excitement in his heart.

Different from the mood when he just left the hotel, his mood at the moment is extremely complicated.

After thinking about it carefully in my heart, amidst the exclamations of the crowd, a set of emerald vines emerged from Roland's sleeves, and said something like "I'm right", "It's none of my business" and so on. The man's neck is just tied. The force was stronger than that of an adult strong man who just grabbed his neck with his hands, which made his face turn red instantly, and he couldn't breathe.

About half a minute later, Roland sent him away when he saw that his face was as purple as an eggplant. Ignoring him lying on the ground and panting like a dog, he just said coldly: "I ask, you answer ."

"Yes, yes, yes... I must answer, I must— uhhhhhhhh!"

With the saliva flowing from the suffocation at the corner of his mouth, he knelt on the ground and whispered in a hoarse voice than at the beginning.

When he was halfway through speaking, a vine protruded like a snake, grabbed his right forearm and slammed it back, his elbow spurred out, and his forearm bent back unnaturally. folded.

"I haven't asked yet."

Roland's voice was tightly bound in the black robe, as cold as the voice from the underworld.

The man just thought it should be, but when he thought of his previous fate, he immediately covered his mouth tightly with his hands and nodded frantically.

"A foreigner, wearing a leather armor inlaid with dark green wood planks - do you have an impression of this person, answer me."

"Yes! Yes! He's in the Mule Inn, on the third floor!"

The man replied without thinking.

Roland nodded secretly.

It's true.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought about Old John, and asked again, "Where did you hide Old John's body?"

"...I didn't kill—uh ah ah ah!"

Before he finished speaking, a bow was tied to his left hand.

"You have one more chance."

"I said! I said! In the sewer of Ximen! I didn't move the money except for him! The money is here—"

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was directly broken by a slender vine.

Then Roland walked towards the mule hotel.

Seeing his figure gradually fade away, the townspeople behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be looking for that foreigner."

"I already said that man is not a good man. Look at him wearing strange clothes."

"It won't involve my house... I live next to the mule hotel."

"Haha, then you are really pitiful."

Like a replica of what happened before, no one was saddened by the death of a middle-aged man.

Roland listened to their discussion and showed a smile without a smile.

When he arrived in the real world, he really felt that the town was sick. Even without the bloodstain syndrome, the inside of this seemingly unremarkable town is simply broken.

For the first time, Roland began to reflect on whether Farina's stance on destroying the entire town was as crazy and evil as he thought.

The murderous intent, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, began to rise from Roland's heart.