quicksilver blood

Chapter 58 Victims

Deep in the alleys of Ridge Street, a murder occurred.

The narrow alleys surrounded by the walls of the surrounding buildings are spaces where sunlight cannot penetrate even during the day.

In this gap, which can be called the dead corner of the street, those incompetent people who cannot adapt to the cruel rule of the leader of Ridge Street should have lived here in groups, staring at their bloodshot and cloudy eyes like a nest of crippled hyenas, lying on a certain place. A dark corner expects someone to enter here alone, and then they will use it to kill and eat meat.

Now, there is no one here.

The outer walls of houses made of random gravel have been painted with a new layer of paint, and the ground in the alleys is as wet as mud.

The ever-present smell of excrement and old clothes has now been polluted by another, stronger smell.

The source of the smell that pierced the nostrils was the viscous red liquid that was still dripping from the wall.

There were corpses scattered all over the place behind Roland.The number was about twenty, and the scattered pieces of meat were randomly spread on the road, and the shape of the ground was basically invisible.

"I've been so careful, but the shoes are still stained with blood... Do you want me to go in barefoot? Isn't it good for these idiots to lie on the side and wait for the mushrooms to grow?"

Roland glanced at the battle information that floated out, then shook off the blood stains on the chopping sword, kicked a head that had fallen by his feet with his blood-stained boots, and spat with disgust on his face. Brain spit.

Roland is naturally not a brain-eating demon.He just wanted to learn magical arts from an old druid with mysophobia.

However, if Roland didn't pretend to be a brain-eating monster, there was no way for him to leave the Golden Lion Avenue safely.

The manager of that street had been to the underground world before - Roland naturally knew about it.He had done that old man's task before, and even the brain-eating monster he feared most knew about it.

It's not that there are no other routes to get to where Roland wants to go.The City of Wealth extends in all directions. Roland alone has no fewer than seventeen paths to walk from the city gate to the place he is going to.

Roland naturally chose the path with the lowest enemy strength.

White Night Avenue, where the leader is dead, Golden Lion Avenue, which is quite powerful but has ways to avoid risks, Amazon Avenue, which is not dangerous to "Miss Hellland", Ridge Street, which received warnings from the elders of Golden Lion Avenue, and then in the ribs. Go east in the increasingly narrow alley between No. 13 and No. 14 of Blade Street, and finally turn over the triangular block formed by the two houses squeezing each other, which is the place Roland is going to.

Almost no danger occurred along the entire route.Compared with other routes, the route Roland chose can be said to be the safest.

The price is that Roland has to use his acting skills to act as the controller of a brain-eating monster who tricked the Golden Lion Avenue.

This is nothing to Roland.He has done such bottomless things as women's clothing, and he doesn't care about eating some brains.After all, when he was on Earth, Roland liked to eat roasted pig brains.

The problem is, climbing over this wall leads to the old druid's position.Although the rebellious Druid probably didn't care, it didn't seem very polite for Roland to run over with a mouth full of brains...

After all, he is a severe mysophobia.Roland had already made plans and even left the boots that accidentally stepped on blood here. Naturally, he would not let himself run over to say hello with a fishy smell in his mouth.

After searching around with vines, Roland searched everything on the group of people.

He needs some money now.

In the wealth city, it's hard to live without money.Just like in the small town of Ram before, Roland's status as a druid alone is enough to eat and drink in the whole of Karal, but in the city of wealth, the status of a druid can at most add some value to Roland—not personal value , is the auction value.

But Roland was quickly disappointed.There were a total of seventeen corpses, and only a dozen or so copper coins were found in total.

Think about it, if you can be forced to a place like this like a wild dog and wait to eat corpses, you probably won't have such things on your body.

But unexpectedly, Roland found a good thing.

Saying this may be misleading.Because strictly speaking, what Roland found was not worth much.

It was a half-bottle of imported butter beer, and it seemed that the bottle had just been opened, and the top of the bottle had been polished.

Thinking with your toes, you know that this group of homeless people who abandon human dignity can't buy it-even if this thing is not expensive, they can't afford it.

Probably belonged to the last victim——

Roland looked sideways at the corner.There was a body scattered there that had been dismantled into several pieces, with less than half of its flesh remaining.It's not long since it died, and it hasn't rotted yet.Next to it was a small fire and an iron cover made of a broken pot—it was probably used as a cover to protect the fire from the snow, after all, there was a lot of snow yesterday.

It seems that this now well-known man should be a traveler who wanted to come here yesterday to tidy up his snow-soaked clothes. He was accidentally attacked and killed by this group of useless scumbags whose highest rank was official. He deserved his death.

...Wait a minute, if you were a traveler, you wouldn't have only a dozen or so copper coins on you, would you?
Roland narrowed his eyes.

With a thought, the four vines waved and spread away, regardless of being stained with blood, and tried their best to search for everything around them.

After about a few breaths, one of the vines brought a blood-stained medal to Roland.

Roland directed several other vines to wipe the medal hard.After that, a golden sun pattern appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

"This is……"

Roland turned around in surprise, and looked at the corpse: "Tell's priest? How is it possible... No, I understand."

After understanding the joints, Roland sneered.

Manipulating the vine again, he threw the medal into the chimney of a nearby house. The copper medal mixed with a small amount of pure gold fell steadily into the fire under Roland's deliberate control without making any sound.

"If you can still find it like this, it means that you did not die in vain..."

Roland murmured.

Then, as if aware of some kind of crisis, Roland used vines to pull himself up to the high wall. Facing the corpses that covered the entire alley, he took a sip of butter beer, rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the wine. out.

Roland was taken aback suddenly.

As if sensing something was wrong, Roland took another sip tentatively.

"Pooh!"

This time Roland vomited it out almost as soon as he imported it.

He tasted something familiar.

"—The Kiss of the Fairy?"

Roland looked surprised.

Then, the system prompt floated out belatedly.

[You are infected by a very small amount of poison, check your physique...the check is successful]

【You are not infected】

【Perception test...the test was successful; the poison common sense test...the test was successful.You feel the poison coming from the Kiss of the Fairy (Seluna)]

Roland could feel this strange smell even without the system prompting him.This strong pungent taste mixed with mint and pepper is really easy to identify.

In fact, if it weren't for this reason, many people would put goblin kisses into their diets as a poison.

Although generally speaking, goblin kisses are made from different goblins, but after all, goblin kisses produced by the same goblin have the terrifying double-addiction property, so it's completely okay if you want to plot against someone.

However, it would be better to secretly replace the daily-used Fairy Kiss with one from the same Fairy.That is to say, count the good boy who has never even enjoyed a goblin kiss on weekdays, and who doesn't even know the taste.

If the three clues of the fairy kiss, the medal, and the place where he died are connected together...

Roland squinted his eyes, and a smile with an unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

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