quicksilver blood

Chapter 431 Lesion
The evening light slanted, and the light was dimmer than ever.

"...I haven't been here for a while, the change is not small."

Roland and his party walked slowly in the small town of Lamu, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around them, they couldn't help sighing.

He saw the familiar hotel. The charred traces of Roland's fire still remained on the exterior wall of the building.Only a small piece of wood that was really burnt was removed and replaced with a new one.There is only a line in the middle of the clean and charred planks.

"Has brother Roland been here?"

Lilia tilted her head and asked.

Roland smiled and nodded: "Ah, yes...the last time I came here, I hadn't become a priest yet."

"That was really a long time ago." Lilia opened her eyes wide in thought.

Roland gently stroked her light purple short hair, turned to Gahalad and said, "Gahrad, go and ask where people can live."

"Yes, my lord."

Gaharad nodded seriously.

There were two ladies in the line, and the one who remained was his master—Gahrad had no doubts about who should do such a thing.

What's more, this place is suspected to be infected with some kind of serious plague, so it would be perfect for me, who is just a spirit body, to observe.Although Roland is a Death Crow immune to the plague, the remaining two ladies are not Death Crows with semi-undead physiques...

Although the black lady looked very powerful—even far stronger than the Gahalad at the moment, but the creed in Gahalad's heart did not allow him to hide behind his comrades in arms, nor allowed himself to be in front of women and children. An act of cowardice and laziness.

Although not many people still remember the centuries-old knight creed passed down by the Caral people, but no matter who has forgotten it, Gaharad will never forget it.

Because he is Gahalad.

After sizing up the hotel with slight burn marks on the outer wall, Gahalad stepped forward, took off his iron-glove-covered right hand, and gently opened the door.The sound is kept just enough to be heard without being annoying.

"anyone there?"

Gahalad, however, received no response.

He waited for almost half a minute, but the room was still dead silent.

Then he knocked on the door again: "...Hello?"

Still no response.

The smell of decay came from the crack in the door, as if the smell of rotten wood or pickled cucumber slowly wafted from the building.Gahalad sniffed, then shook his head.

No one is inside.And the people here seem to have left a long time ago... Maybe it's luck?
He rubbed his nose and walked to another hotel.Patiently knocked on the door again.

He tentatively got a response this time - he heard the sound of pattering footsteps, and then a woman's exclamation sounded as hard as she could.The sound of footsteps disappeared without a trace, and then there was the sound of someone's footsteps hurrying away.

"Hello?" Gahalad's voice rose slightly, but he was still humble and polite. "We are outsiders... What is happening here?"

As soon as these words came out, it had some effect immediately.

There were slight discussions inside the hotel with the closed door, and then a thick male voice speaking in Fararo dialect: "Outsider! For the sake of the Grand Duke, you should get out of here quickly! Hurry up! Immediately... now Maybe it's still too late!"

"What the hell is going on here?"

Gahalad asked loudly: "Is it a plague? Or a curse? We have doctors here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was surrounded by light laughter.

Not only the hotel in front of me, but also the laughter echoed near the windows and in front of the doors of the surrounding buildings.Although there was no malice in the laughter, it was full of self-deprecation, almost crazy despair, and a kind of open-mindedness unique to terminally ill patients.

"Give up! Outsiders!"

A sharp voice came from the inn behind: "We have long been hopeless! We are completely hopeless! It's all your fault! You brought the plague!"

Saying so, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old with freckles on his face and deep dark circles under his eyes pushed open the window on the second floor, with a distorted and crazy smile on his face.

He grabbed the window, took a deep breath and almost growled and cursed: "Don't think about it! No one can escape! There are no miracles! There are no miracles here! Everyone must die!"

The moment he opened the window, a woman screamed and cried from behind him, and then a man scolded him.Afterwards, he was suddenly dragged back, the window was tightly closed again by a pair of rough hands, then the lock was hung, and the curtains were drawn down.

"It's too much, at this time, how can you say..."

Lilia said with some dissatisfaction.

She is also a Druid after all, no matter how old she is, she can be regarded as the teacher of all Karal people.If she had met this kind of child in the past, she would have to learn a lesson.But after she glanced at Roland inadvertently, Lilia forcibly suppressed her desire to preach.

However, it's too late.

Just after the young man's voice fell, those people leaning against the corner of the wall in pain, their faces covered with bloodstains looked there in a daze.

Their eyes were lifeless and cloudy.Due to the burning of their internal organs, a large number of dark purple lines appeared on their skin, their bodies were emaciated, and their hands were so dry that they were no different than skeletons.

They just stared at the window in a daze, with some kind of turbidity in their eyes.Those eyes were no longer what a living human being could have. It was as if a dead body had come to life again and turned its head around with horror.

After the boy was caught back by his parents and the window was closed, they didn't turn their corpse-like gaze back.

Suddenly, someone burst into tears.The voice was like a howling beast, and it was as unpleasant as a crow with its throat crushed.For a while, crying and cursing came continuously.The whole of Ram seems to have turned into hell in an instant.

Gahalad walked back silently and bowed deeply to Roland: "...I'm sorry, my lord."

"It's not your fault, Gahalad."

Roland shook his head.

He knew what Gaharad wanted to say.

As the father of the first grand duke of the Principality of Caral, he had thought about countless times when he was dying.

Now he got the answer, but it was not what he wanted.

Roland was about to comfort him, but at this moment, there was a crisp fracture sound.The three of Roland—because Elcardo was in Roland's shadow—pause for a moment, and then looked away.

I saw a man with bloodstains on his face bumped to death in a corner, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Looking only with their eyes, Roland and the others could clearly see that at that moment, the entire atmosphere of Ram had changed.In the dilapidated and decadent town, an air mixed with madness and despair gradually heats up.

Just when the silence was about to break out, a door suddenly opened behind Roland.

"Come in... children."

It was the call of an old woman.

(End of this chapter)