Son of the Olden Days

Near the main street in the North District, Sol and Shuggs stood in the dark under the low eaves, looking from a distance at the wretched figure on the street that lifted the prostitute's skirt and screamed.

"Is that him?" Shuggs bit a grass stalk, his tone a little vague.

Saul narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded silently after a moment.

Throwing out the grass stalks, Shuggs began to talk about the information he had collected and summarized.

"Zorst the mad dog, tut~ tut..., what a shameful name! Greedy, lustful, became a full member of the Swordsman Guild a year ago, of medium strength, and is moving towards the first level."

"Occasionally, I will follow a small mercenary group into the wilderness to hunt. There is no fixed team. Because of the brutal character, I have a certain reputation here in the North District. I often claim to be half the face of the Swordsman Guild."

On the rainy night that Precia left, Melissa let out the wind at the door of the wooden house and had a conversation with a mercenary-like person. At that time, Saul had enough time to observe carefully, so he remembered the face of the man before him.

As for the later opening of the door of the firewood room, Melissa took the oil light source on the wall into her hand. At that time, Saul was busy evading again in a daze, and did not see the looks of the people behind. Now when I think about it, even the number of people is a bit vague. Up.

Although Melissa's line is broken right now, this man called the "mad dog" will become a new line, and all things Saul wants to know will fall on him.

As for how many people were there at the end of the night, Saul didn't care too much, just drank blood all the way.

"Are you sure we are going to commit crimes against the wind?" Shuggs asked casually, his sloppy eyes swept across the street scenery.

The main street in the North District became a lot more lively at some point, but in the eyes of Shuggs, you can see that there are a lot of dark hands on the street today, and it is in a state of full alert. This should be Melissa. The aftermath of his death.

Saul lifted his chin to the bustling crowd.

"Since the name of the Brotherhood fails to scare the people we want to scare, it means that the wind is not strong enough, and the fire is not strong enough. We should be diligent and add a handful of firewood."

Shuggs shrugged.

"Let's go, if you accidentally die, I will help you take care of Irene....Uh, I mean, I will take care of their sisters at the same time, huh...huh."

The two figures left the darkness under the low eaves and walked into the light on the street.

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Zoster, the mad dog, is in a good mood today.

At this moment, he was going to the Southern District to collect an old account, and the saber he was carrying had been sharpened.

After getting the money, I have just made an appointment with the Orioles on the street. Tonight is destined to be a night of fighting.

After turning into a dark alleyway, Zoster suddenly stopped his brisk footsteps.

There are not many ordinary people in these lanes, but at this moment a small figure is blocking him.

Just when he squinted to see which idiot was not long-eyed, a heavy blow hit the back of his head, and then the mad dog Zoster lost the opportunity to bark, the last before losing consciousness The idea is.

"Who is so hard, the stick interrupted!"

When the black cloth on his head was removed, Zoster shook his head subconsciously, feeling a little groggy.

He tried to move his body, and soon found that he was tightly tied to a chair, with thick ropes wrapped around his wrists, waist and ankles, and they were tied very firmly.

Looking across the dilapidated wall in front of him, maybe he was in a ruined house in a slum, Zoster thought to himself.

"Know me?" The voice suddenly heard a little low, and someone patted his face with a dagger.

The cold metal made Zoster avoid subconsciously, and he turned his head before he noticed that there was a teenager standing beside him.

Zoster stared at the boy carefully, rummaged in his somewhat stagnant memory, and then shook his head blankly.

"Then do you know a nun named Precia?" The boy's moodless voice sounded in his ears again.

Zost narrowed his eyes for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

But in the next moment, as his distracted consciousness gradually returned to clarity, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head to look at the boy in amazement.

Because at the moment when he remembered who Precia was, two characteristics of that woman came immediately in his consciousness.

One is that she is beautiful, at least the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

Second, she is dead. Although she did not do her own hands, he was also one of the participants.

Could it be that a woman's relatives and friends came to seek revenge? Looking at the young age, is it her younger brother? Zoster guessed in his heart.

"Do you know the death of Sister Melissa?"

"I know, it's spread all over the town these days." Zost replied casually, his secretly rolling eyes had remembered the appearance of a boy, little bastard, I hope your neck is hard enough.

"Now someone asks us to inquire about one thing. Regarding the whereabouts of a missing piece of offerings, many clues point to Melissa and Precia, both of whom are nuns from the Phoenix Monastery."

"The situation right now is that Melissa is dead, and some people say that during the early days of the famine, Precia died in your hands, so now I hope you can tell me the whereabouts of the consecrated gold. ."

The boy in front of him seemed to be talking about another thing.

Consecrate gold? someone said? Die in my hands? Who said this? Several questions were crammed into Zoster's mind at the same time, but in a very short time, he had the answer in his heart.

After all, there were only four people present that night. Melissa was already dead, so the only ones who could push herself out to prevent disasters were the Semir brothers.

"I don't know what enshrined gold, and I just know and are not familiar with Precia. Damn kid, you have found the wrong person, go home and find your mother for milk, or I can help you." Zoss Te struggled twice on the chair with a fierce retort.

Sol was expressionless, and the dagger in his hand was deeply inserted into Zoster's thigh muscles fiercely and resolutely, as calm as a dining fork against a roast chicken, and then he punched the opponent with a backhand but opened his mouth. The scream that broke out in time.

After licking the loose teeth and the blood stains between the teeth, Zoster lowered his head and smiled strangely. His eyes gradually filled with irrational madness, and with two slightly pointed tiger teeth, he looked like a mad dog at this moment.

Suddenly tilting his head, Zost looked at the young man with ferocious eyes.

Just as he was about to say a few ruthless words, he suddenly discovered that the young man's eyes were not fierce, nor did he disregard life, only...as calm as dead water.

This look made Zoster very uncomfortable.

"Listen to me, my friend, I know that you may have got some news from the Semir brothers, and I did participate in something with them, but I didn't do it..."

Saul interrupted Zoster calmly.

"I don't know any Semir brothers. I only care about the whereabouts of the money. After all, we have so many brothers waiting to eat, and there are still too many difficulties to face. If the answer does not satisfy me, you are doomed tonight. Will become a dead dog."

brothers? difficult? Zoster heard a little puzzled, thinking about Melissa's death again, at a certain moment he suddenly looked up at the young man like a blessed soul.

"You are... the Brotherhood?"

Saul did not answer, but took out an iron emblem and threw it into his arms.

Looking down at the pack of wolves on the emblem, a very bad idea arose in Zoster's heart. At this moment, he was really a little scared.

Faced with this force that even dared to pull the tiger beard of the old mayor, which mushroom is he?

So in response to Precia's death, Zoster began his own story.

Participants that night, cause and effect, process and ending. Even in the narrative process, perhaps to express his sincerity, Zoster did not miss a single detail.

Including what they did to that beautiful and kind girl, how to play with her, how to torture her, and how they ate her meat in the end.

Zost admitted that he hadn't missed anything.

It's just that what he can't see is that there is another teenager standing in the corner behind him, like a part of the wall.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were flushed, his body trembling, his teeth clenched, and his dagger plunged into the wall.

Even Schugs himself hadn't noticed, why watching Thor stand silently, but his heart was suffering much.

He wanted to rush up to grab Thor by the skirt of his shirt and yell at him. What about your anger? Where is your explosiveness? I would rather you are crazy at the moment than you are calm.

But Saul had been standing there quietly, as if listening to a distant story, until Zoster's voice fell to the ground, he asked calmly.

"Are you finished?"

"It's over." Zost nodded solemnly.

After clarifying the cause of Precia's death, at least the biggest suspicion was transferred to the Semir brothers. After all, their lives were much better than their own, and the Brotherhood could find out as long as they took action.

Just as Zost lowered his head to think about it, he suddenly noticed an extra head on his shoulder. At the next moment, he heard the young man leaning into his ear and saying a little softly.

"Taste what she suffered."

The voice was a bit torn, a bit hoarse, and more hollow, like a small rock rolling down the abyss.

Zoster's pupils shrank suddenly, without even noticing that a dagger had been drawn around his neck. The moment he heard the word "she" in the boy's mouth, he finally saw the truth at a glance.

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