Blood of Mercury

The corpses were still laid out as they were, and there were no footprints left on the half-dried blood on the ground, but Roland's shoes suddenly disappeared.

"Did the ghost take it?"

Roland was stunned as soon as he spoke.

Don't say it, it's really possible.

Considering that the leader of this street is an undead, maybe the ghost really took Roland's boots away.

"...But if that's the case, why didn't the ghost take my suitcase with me?"

Roland looked at the suitcase in the corner with some distress.

Because the suitcase contained his own black vine cover, Roland did not take the suitcase into the realm of the Tree of Passion with caution.

The black vine cover can be used at the silver level - this conclusion was made by Roland as a player. In this real world where there is no dungeon brushing equipment, I am afraid that many druids of the gold level will not be able to use this level of equipment.

Wizards need to buy a lot of experimental materials, and Druids need to buy a lot of seeds and various potions. Only priests who have the temple to manage food and control, and do not need to buy anything, can save money to attack the dark blue equipment.

This embarrassing situation will not improve until the end of the plague revival and a huge increase in productivity.

Roland didn't forget that the one inside was also a Druid. In case the Tree of Suffering wanted the black vine cover, Roland couldn't keep his equipment at all.

Although the Tree of Suffering has a good reputation, and as an elder, he probably won't be so unscrupulous, but Roland doesn't intend to entrust the ownership of his equipment to others' integrity. This is as stupid as agreeing to the other party's request for money before selling something in the game.

However, if he just left the suitcase here, Roland would be worried. Although no one might come in this nameless alley once a month, the wine bottle that Roland threw out before probably attracted a few people to check it out at the door.

As long as the other party is an old man who has lived in the city of wealth for a long time, he will definitely know that controlling his curiosity is the most important rule to survive here. In this crooked narrow alley, how many people are hidden in it can't be seen from the outside.

Most of the people who come here are just smelling a strong smell of blood in the air.

But just in case, Roland hid the blood-stained vines in his suitcase—not to attack the enemy, but to drain the magic power.

If someone gets close to the suitcase, the active vines formed by these entanglement techniques will be triggered, and Roland will be left inside to supply the magic power of the anti-gravity alchemy circle to be directly drawn away, making the suitcase become an iron lump again.

The reason why Roland didn't directly drain the magic power when he left was to prevent a wizard from coming here.

Although it is unlikely, if a wizard dares to come in at the risk of being sap, they will still be able to see a small suitcase among the broken corpses in the ground, and recognize that it is Su Ze's one hundred years ago. The alchemy process can recognize the model at the same time, and identify the magic power circuit after the entanglement technique draws away the magic power, and pours his own magic power into the activation magic circle and takes away the suitcase - if so many conditions can be met at the same time, then Roland is indeed speechless. .

In order to prevent this, Roland's entanglement technique can play the role of a coordinate. Roland can completely chase his vine hidden in the suitcase all the way to find it - although the entanglement technique can only maintain activity for an hour under normal circumstances, if the entanglement technique is not activated, then it is like an ordinary tree vine. There is no difference, even if you pretend to be dead and pretend to be dead for three days, the magic will not dissipate.

This is exactly the principle of the Druid's three-ring magic trap.

Then came the problem.

If it was the ghost who took his boots, it could indeed show that there were no footprints. But the ghost's life perception feature can detect a transmitter hidden in the box. It can directly kill the vines inside with an incorporeal attack and then take the box away.

But if it wasn't for the ghost to take it, how could he come in and take Roland's boots without leaving footprints?

Suddenly, Roland thought of a person.

He does have the ability and the reason to do such a perverted and boring thing.

"Oh, it's really nosy."

Roland chuckled lightly.

He put the suitcase in his right hand, and when his mind moved, three vines spread out from the ends of Roland's limbs, and hung lightly on the nearby buildings.

With a slight force, Roland swayed away from the alley like a swing, and landed lightly on the ground.

Even if he didn't need to enter the realm of the Tree of Suffering, Roland didn't want to get his feet dirty for no reason.

If there is a need, Roland doesn't care if his whole body is covered in blood, even if his whole body is full of brains. But if there is no demand, Roland hopes that he can maintain a cat's elegance, clean and light.

From Roland's point of view, those barbarians who got their bodies covered in blood, sticky, and dirty are simply stupid—don't you know if they are uncomfortable or not?

If you have to be covered in blood to bring fear to the enemy, it means that this person's ability is no more than that.

"In order to prevent that guy from doing a disservice again, let me prove it first."

Roland looked at the people around him who were first taken aback by Roland who fell from the sky, and then calmed down and surrounded him with malicious intent, showing a kind smile.

Six vines twisted and crawled out from Roland's fingers, inside his clothes, and even from his mouth like snakes, wrapped around Roland's body, dancing unconsciously, and gradually dyed a layer of gray.

It was the aura of the Touch of Debilitating.

The black figure was reflected in the eyes of the little gangsters who gathered by the crowd, distorted like a devil.

"Come on, play with my vine... It won't show mercy."

Roland's eyes became more and more gentle, and a halo like water waves circulated in his eyes.

The wailing of pain is so beautiful.

Fearful people are so cute.

Even the overwhelming sense of fear in his heart made Roland feel a real joy because he had an unspeakable nightmare.

Since the death of his parents, Roland, who has been separated by a layer of film no matter what he touches, finally regained the joy of childhood.

...is it the effect of the mutation of the soul? Roland's twisted pleasure compensation mechanism has been fixed a bit...or is it more twisted?

who cares.

Although he felt a little dissatisfied that he had become a little "pleasant", Roland was confident that the current level of soul mutation was completely under the control of reason.

Maybe there will be some changes in the way of doing things, but Roland will never risk his life to pursue pleasure.

Survival is still Roland's first goal.

He wants to live to see such a beautiful future. To this end, he will do anything.

But before that...

"...It's common sense to have some fun before a decisive battle. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Roland licked the corner of his mouth, the vines wrapped around his body shot away like snakes, and wrapped around the little gangsters who just turned around and wanted to escape.

"Little fool, don't expose your back to the enemy, didn't your mother teach you?"

Manipulating the vine to unscrew the right arm of a 16- or 17-year-old boy with scars all over his body, Roland gently touched his head: "You still don't run after seeing such a strong enemy, your father didn't teach you how to kneel down and beg for mercy. ?"

"...Well, if kneeling can solve the problem, what law does the city of wealth need? Is that what your uncle next door taught you?"

No, no, no, these people don't understand at all.

Roland shook his head in disappointment.

It is time to change the laws of the city of wealth.

At that moment, Roland's pupils turned into some kind of mercury-like silver gray.

He seemed to hear the girl's happy laughter in his ears.

Hearing the hysterical screams and the rattling of bones from downstairs, the residents of No. 13 and No. 14 Rib Street shrugged and closed the windows tighter.

This kind of thing happens every day. When the sun rises completely, go downstairs and get water to flush the dirty things into the sewer. Isn't the developed sewage treatment system in the City of Fortune just for this purpose?

If you are lucky enough to find some broken corpses when cleaning the downstairs environment, package them and sell them to pig farms or slaughterhouses, and you will have the money for a meal.

As for whether the corpse is used to feed the pigs or directly chop it into stuffing and sell it, it is none of their business.

This is the daily life of the residents of the City of Fortune, peaceful and fulfilling.

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