quicksilver blood

Chapter 227 Snowball
With his eyes closed, Joseph sat on a low bed in the dilapidated house and prayed in a low voice.

As his prayers sounded, small clusters of off-white holy flames could be seen flashing in the air.Disappeared in the air like fireworks, and the dirty air was purified immediately.

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

"Joseph, Master Roland's letter—"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Elcardo casually threw the bag in his left hand onto the bed. A large pile of letters fell out of it, and even a few of them fell on Joseph's body.

Joseph just lazily opened his eyes 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 tight and fair as a boy's.But the part above the corner of the eye is the skin of an old man who has lost its elasticity and is full of wrinkles.A few age spots are scattered here and there.

At first glance, it looked like the disguise on the lower half of the face of a young man disguised as an old man had been roughly torn off.

In the eyes of any normal person, this is enough to be described as abnormal.

In remote places such as Caral, the face alone would be regarded as a monster and stared with fear and disgust.

However, the person who pushed the door was full of magic dust like this, stretched out his hand to support Joseph without hesitation, and sat on the bed leaning on his shoulder.

What's even more unusual is that the person who opened the door was an undoubted beautiful girl.

He is about 20 years old, and his breasts bounded by bright red gorgeous eyes are high.The long black hair hangs down to the waist, emphasizing the slender waist and fair skin.The dark red eyes, which were the color of dried blood, were so crystal clear that they didn'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 is the same type of beauty as Roland—or Hellland.

Not only the delicate face that resembles a doll, but also the length and color of the hair and the lifeless but confident temperament are exactly the same.The feeling of charming others all the time with every word and deed is even more the same.

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

A half-old, half-teenage monster, plus a beautiful girl like a blood-stained Su Ze doll, sitting together so intimately - this chaotic scene is enough to shock people's jaws.

But if you listen to the very soft but fast conversation between them, this feeling of confusion will turn into a strange fear.

"How many are there today?"

"Six. How about it? I came in this time after I finished eating. Are you very moved?"

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

"Tsk...do you actually have the heart to let me pick up the trash? Do you still have a bit of chivalry?"

"Knights... You mean those idiots who, after being stabbed in the heart, don't hurry up and call for help, but instead 'condemn' the enemy with excitement."

"Don't talk about them like that. At least these guys taste good."

The two of them were sitting on the bed chatting.

Although both of them—if brain-eating monsters can be counted as people—are of the type who don't talk much.But by coincidence, the two hit it off unexpectedly.

First of all, they are all Roland's diehards, and they are all assassins, and they are also believers of the Sleeping Mentor, and they have a lot of common topics.

If Joseph hadn't undergone the operation, he would probably be disgusted by Elucado for his overly gloomy mind.

But now that he doesn't care about everything, he can accommodate Elcardo who has a strong self-awareness.

At this moment, the Queen of the Brain Eater couldn't help but sigh: "121. What the hell are you doing..."

Although Elcardo said so, there was no trace of resentment in his tone.

She concentrated on licking her slightly sticky fingers with a smile on her face.

"We just have to obey."

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

Now, two days have passed since the first day the two met.

Nothing happened in the past two and a half days—if you don't count the corpses piled up in the sewers of Iron Curtain City.

The task Roland gave Elucard before was to use her quick speed and excellent stealth skills to help Roland quickly deliver letters between herself and Old Joseph.

If you just quickly transcribed the contents of the letters without spending time filling out the forms and sending them one by one, Roland could finish it in just a short while away from Natalia every day.

After all, every letter is similar.In order to show less eagerness, Roland couldn't 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.Including the first letter, it has exceeded double digits.

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

The first batch of money has already started flowing in.

The snowball has been assembled, and just waiting for an opportunity, Roland can push the snowball down the cliff, watching it grow bigger and faster, and finally turn into an irresistible avalanche and drown the world.

Roland lay on the bed and turned over lazily.

Inexplicably, Roland felt like he was being raised.

Two nights ago, after pretending to be unconscious and being carried in by "Orlando" and discovering that the world had begun to change, he did indeed fall into a brief panic.

But after 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 does seem to help a little...

If you think about it pessimistically, the future cannot be worse anyway.

Let Roland alone replace the 300 million players to forcibly save the world, and if he can't do it, he will die. If Roland analyzes it objectively, it seems that he has only a dead end.

From this perspective, Roland's original fear of the plot deviating from his cognition immediately dissipated.

Calm down and think about it, as long as Roland continues to make changes to the world, sooner or later the plot of the world will be changed by him so much that he doesn't even recognize him.Now it's just a little earlier.

Besides, Roland has already obtained the status of voter anyway, so the deviation of the plot is also biased.As long as he doesn't die in an accident, Roland's rise can be said to be doomed.

The most important thing now is to understand which parts of the plot have changed.Only then did Roland adjust his plan.

...However, in order to pave the way for the appearance of Roland's real body in the future, Miss "Hellland" cannot leave Natalia for the time being—she must have her own alibi to guarantee her innocence with Natalia.

So, at Roland's request, Claudia went down to find out what happened that day.

Roland also tried to pray to the Eternal Sleeping Mentor in the past few days, but he responded less and less frequently.

So Roland understood—it was about the time when the war with Dusk was at its most intense, and the mentor had no time to chat with Roland.In order to use the power of his mentor as little as possible these days, Roland could only lie on the bed and wait to die when he was bored. However, he went out to send love letters three times a day, and continued to eat and die when he came back.

In the less than two weeks since the time travel, Roland has been almost crazy busy.There was nothing to do these three days anyway, so he was happy to rest.

But Roland didn't completely give up his vigilance.

He is more a snake lying on the ground than a hibernating bear.

Roland was dormant, quietly waiting for an opportunity to muddy the water silently.

To be precise, it is waiting for the day when the vanguard of the gods enters the White Tower area——

At this time, 48 hours had passed since the light burial ended.

(End of this chapter)