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Chapter 262 Extra Story: The Reason of Quintus (Happy Year of the Tiger!)
"Quinlan is just an abbreviation. This is a simplified version of what people pronounced later. Quintus is my first name."

Some memories are like dust buried in history, which are insignificant to some people;

However, for some people, it is like the mark of a branding iron on the tip of the heart, and every flow of blood makes them feel pain, like mercury mixed with sunlight burning the whole body.

Kunlan never thought that one day he would tell others about his experience and share his memories with others—he had always thought that they would disappear with the death of the Blood Ancestor and him.

Now the audience is nice and quiet.

No one would commit crimes in the Pope's palace, and the characters on the throne no longer slouched, but sat upright quietly.

She was more polite than anyone he had ever been with...

Accompanied by the imperfect soundtrack produced when the flames danced, Quinlan began to tell his story——

This time it was the origin of his name.

It was Rome in AD 58. In an ordinary village, a woman visited quietly.

At that time, it was a time of war, and the Roman legion led by Corbro entered the east and launched a series of battles with the Parthian-Armenian coalition forces.

The war quickly spread in the east, and people began to hunt for survival in areas they had rarely explored.

During a hunting operation held by the villagers, they found a strange boy——

His skin was terribly pale, like the skin of someone who had been dead for a long time, with indigo-colored veins.

He has no body hair of any kind, nor anything that could be called 'clothes'.

His glasses are unbelievably pale, and the pattern on his throat is like a strange totem painted with cinnabar, mysterious and frightening.

The boy looked surprised by the people's visits, and a scream escaped from his throat—

It was like a low growl, warning people who came unexpectedly.

A hunter shot an arrow at him, and he dodged swiftly——

The speed made it impossible to see clearly, and the strange thing ejected from his mouth was also firmly attached to the hunter's neck, and the hunter let out a scream.

The other hunters immediately attacked the boy, and the boy put the thing in his mouth, leaving the hunter half alive.

He ran so fast that people could hardly see him.

But unfortunately, no one knows who left the trap, it was placed in a hidden place, quietly waiting for the prey to come——

The boy's calf was clamped with clamps.The severe pain caused the boy to scream horribly. He broke the iron clip with both hands, trying to escape from the shackles, but it obviously didn't buy him much time. People caught up and grabbed him.

"God, this blood is white!"

A man pointed to the wound on the boy's leg with a startled look on his face.

"We should hand him over to the village priest."

One person said so,
"Look what he just did to Tilda - like a leech!"

"That suits him quite well."

Someone chimed in and kicked the roped boy.

"A monster."

The boy was taken back to the village and quickly attracted the attention of the villagers.

Everything about the boy seemed to be the focus of people's conversation, even his ridiculously long tongue.

People were full of curiosity while being afraid, so the boy was left by the priest for people to watch.

There wasn't much to do to have fun during the war, after all.

Even in times of war, bars are essential places.

It was a small room, and the smell of wine and men's sweat mixed together in the air.

The bartender handed glasses full of different varieties to the men who came to get drunk and watched them take the obviously dirty glasses and drink them down.

"Hey, did you hear that Krall gave the priest a sheep—feed the leech."

A man took a sip of wine and smashed the glass on the bar, which caused the other glasses to shake slightly.
"Just to make his daughter laugh."

"This is war, Brooke."

The bartender filled the man's wine glass and said with a smile,

"Actually, I'm just concerned about which sheep he gave. I hear one has a cold."

"who cares."

The man was drinking, threw a few dilapidated caderas on the bar, and hiccupped in an inelegant way.

"When will this damn war end?"

"The war will not end."

A woman's voice joined the conversation, and she placed an asi on the table,
"A glass of wine."

"Well, a witch doctor."

The bartender looked at the woman's clothes and nodded to the woman,
"I heard that the Parthian army is retreating."

"Yes."

The woman took the wine from the bartender—the glass looked very clean,

"But they'll be back. Whatever it is, they're waiting for the right moment."

"A witch doctor?"

Brook looked at the back of the woman leaving and scratched his head,
"Aren't they all mysterious? How could they appear here like this?"

"Maybe."

The bartender snatched the glass from Brooke's hand,

"Krall's got another sheep to lose - you're only paying for a glass of wine, don't lick other people's glasses."

"You want to see that leech?"

The priest's eyes widened, looking at the woman who had taken off her hood, "Why? That's... a cursed thing."

"Believe me."

the woman said softly,
"Ask yourself, how much is it worth to remove his curse on you and your family's soul...?"

……

"Say it again."

"Kun...Kun..."

The boy tried to smooth his tongue and tried to pronounce a syllable.

"Quintus."

"Say it all over again."

The witch doctor's voice was very gentle, and she looked at the pale-skinned boy with a gentle smile.

"My name is... Quintus."

Like opening a window, the boy saw a whole new world - beautiful and mysterious.

"This name means that you are the fifth warrior."

the witch doctor whispered, her pale brown eyes reflecting the boy's pale face.

"A man who is invincible, a brave man who cannot be defeated."

The boy blinked - just a quick merging of the two membranes.There was an uncontrollable grunt from his throat——

Like a danger signal, like a child asking a question.

"The seventh element blood family, the descendants of the blood ancestor."

The witch doctor stood up, bringing himself closer to the pale boy.She stretched out her hand slowly, trying to untie the 'instrument of torture' that was worn on his head to prevent him from hurting others.

"Maybe it's hard for you to understand now."

The witch doctor continued,

"You have the imprint of the blood ancestor, but not all horned ones are devils."

The boy looked at what had been removed from the table, the thing that had been imprisoning him—

It used to make his head feel extremely heavy.

And now, he can hunt again——

His light limbs allow him to move swiftly.

Although the blood of the lamb just now couldn't satisfy him, it gave him enough strength to escape.

Or, catch new prey.

The witch returned to sit opposite the boy, and on the way, the boy showed his hunger and thirst unabashedly——

The thorn tongue had already popped out, and the tip of the thorn was aimed at the throat of the witch doctor who had just sat down.

"Your desire, that feeling of hunger, that's in your nature."

The witch doctor didn't look at the boy's protruding tongue, and her voice was still very soft:

"The blood of animals is far from enough to satisfy you. You must eat the species you were born to save. You must be strong, Quintus. The blood ancestor must be hunting you down."

"Blood ancestor."

The boy repeated, withdrawing his pincers as early as the witch doctor had spoken,

"I have seen."

"He shouldn't be very friendly."

said the witch doctor.

"Kill it, Mom."

"I'm sorry, kid."

The witch doctor said softly,
"You see his essence, and I believe you are different from him. You can choose now, stay here, with me - until you are ready to fulfill the prophecy. Or."

The witch doctor smiled, she looked into the boy's eyes,
"Get out of here and hide. The war will never end, at least for now. Don't let the Blood Patriarch or anyone find you."

"leave?"

the boy asked suspiciously.

"Yes, leave here. There are still many uncultivated lands in Rome."

The witch doctor nodded,

"Live, son. But if you want to face the world, stay with me. It's not a good feeling to be alone."

Quintus stayed.

Not just for 'facing the world'.He still had so much to learn, and the Witch Doctor could obviously teach him that.

At that time, he didn't understand what the prophecy was referring to.And although he could feel the witch doctor's feelings for him, he still didn't understand——

The feeling that burst into his brain and changed the meaning of his heartbeat was like a sea wave, washing his soul.

"Take your time, Quintus."

The witch doctor smiled and said to the boy who had grown up a lot,

"We still have time."

And things don't always go the way people expect.

One night, several ghost spirits attacked the tent where the witch doctor was staying.

Quintus' ability grew day by day, and he killed those ghost corpses with his bare hands.

The white bloodworm twitched on the back of his hand, as if frightened, trying to escape.

The witch doctor realized that the Blood Patriarch had spotted them.

These few ghosts are just the beginning.

That day would come, she had always known, she just hadn't expected it to come so soon.

"Let's go, Quintus."

The witch doctor simply packed up the things in the tent, and set fire to the tent.

"Let those people rest in peace."

"where are we going?"

Quintus asked.

"north."

The witch doctor said,
"You're not strong enough. Before that, you can't confront the Blood Ancestor head-on."

"Let him try."

Quintus helped the witch doctor get a package,
"Let's see who wins."

"Not yet, Quintus."

The witch doctor stretched out his hand and let it cover Quintus' cheek,

"You are our savior, and you must fulfill that prophecy."

"prophecy?"

"That came from a book and a flower, boy."

The witch doctor smiled,
"I trust you, do you trust me? Quintus."

Quintus nodded.

(End of this chapter)