I always confessed to saving the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

This time, Xie Yunxi settled down after setting up several protective circles around him, and fell asleep until the next morning, he was awakened by the movement of the mercenary team.

The team is preparing for departure.Carlos stood to one side, head bowed, wrapping the bandages around his wrists.

Xie Yunxi dawdled past, but it seemed that nothing happened last night, Carlos still ignored him, just continued to move his hands expressionlessly.

Xie Yunxi suspects that as long as he keeps silent, the protagonist will never speak.

He thought for a while, then directly raised his hand to add a protective technique to the opponent, and everything went smoothly.

Before Carlos could react, a thin light enveloped him.

Sensing the short-term heat brought by the magical power on his body, Carlos finally stopped the movement of his hands. He froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the people beside him.

The boy's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after meeting those brown-gray eyes, he didn't say anything, he just turned his head back dryly.

"..." Xie Yunxi guessed that he wanted to say thank you, but the protagonist in this world is really awkward, and it may be difficult for him to simply show favor.

But Xie Yunxi couldn't help but want to tease him.

He took a step closer, stood at the shortest distance he thought Carlos could accept, then stretched out his finger, poked the opponent's back lightly, and called tentatively: "Carlos?"

And the moment his fingertips touched the cloak, the boy suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He took a step back quickly, creating a considerable distance from the magician, and some cold morning wind rushed into the two of them.

Carlos's movement was a bit loud, and the mercenaries not far away looked over one after another, with curiosity in their eyes.

Xie Yunxi was a little embarrassed to be stared at, so she had no choice but to withdraw her hand that stopped in mid-air.He pretended to be calm and raised his face.Sure enough, the mercenaries restrained their curiosity immediately after seeing the serious expression of the magician.

But the contact with Carlos was interrupted just like that.

Good luck did not always favor this team. On this day, they got nothing and just walked through the forest boringly.Xie Yunxi was very bored walking, Carlos seemed to avoid him, and stayed at the back of the team.

In the afternoon, they finally encountered a group of monsters.But after that, the weather was not too good, and the little man who found the way suggested a return trip.The captain struggled for a while, and decided to return early.Xie Yunxi has nothing to do, he said that he has collected enough magic cores, and decided to go back with the team.

Before the setting sun fell into the horizon, the whole team returned to the town of Vega. Xie Yunxi declined Poli's invitation to drink, and turned back to the rented hotel, ready to take a hot bath.

and--

Xie Yunxi looked to the side of the road, and there was a green bird parked on a big banyan tree. The bird blinked its black eyes and tilted its head towards him.

In the eyes of others, this is just an ordinary bird, but Xie Yunxi knows that it is a messenger transformed by magic—a letter from the imperial capital.

……

Carlos took his reward from the captain, which was a small bag containing several crystal nuclei.When he looked back, he only saw the back of the magician leaving.

The hem of the gray robe fluctuated with the magician's steps. As he walked further and further away, his figure became smaller and smaller.

Carlos subconsciously clenched the bag tightly with his fingers, until his knuckles turned white.He stared blankly at that figure, and even forgot to count the number of magic cores in the bag.

He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and he panicked for a while, and this strange feeling reached its peak when the figure of the magician disappeared around the corner.

Did his actions in the morning make him angry?The thank you stuck in my throat didn't come out after all.

Carlos was upset for a while, he stuffed the small bag containing the magic core into the leather pouch at his waist indiscriminately, and stuffed it properly after a couple of pushes, preventing the bag from falling to the ground.

He knew in his heart that the magician had obtained the magic core he wanted, and after today, he might not have the chance to see that figure again.Inexplicably, there was a small voice in his heart urging him to catch up, but his stiff legs stopped him from moving.

After catching up, what can we say?

Carlos stood there for a while, then pursed his lips with determination, turned and walked in another direction.

He wanted to exchange the magic core in his hand for copper coins as soon as possible, go to the medical hall to find a doctor to look at the wounds on his body, and then find a place to stay tonight.

Last night, the magician's cure had healed his battle-scarred wounds, but had done little to heal the festers hidden under the bandages.In the second half of the night, he hid alone away from the crowd, for fear that other mercenaries would discover his hidden secret.

He had a hard time finding a team willing to accept him.

Anyone who saw his wound in the past would lament words such as "curse" and "filth" and stare at him with cold eyes.In good times, people just exclude him from the crowd, and in bad times, he may even be punched and kicked.

Over time, the proximity of people began to make him uncomfortable.

A trace of gloom flashed in the boy's dark eyes. Fortunately, the magician left him today.Carlos didn't want to imagine the expression that the other party might show after seeing the festering on his body, if those brown-gray eyes also showed that kind of attitude...

He lowered his hood vigilantly, and hurried to his destination.

……

There are five magic cores in the bag given to him by the captain of the mercenary team, which are of average quality.Carlos didn't know whether the mercenary team would accept him tomorrow, because the captain's attitude seemed ambiguous.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and lowered his head to check the magic core.It can be exchanged for more than two silver coins, which is equivalent to more than 200 copper coins.The money could have allowed him to have enough food and clothing for the next half month, but after going to the medical clinic, there might not be much left.

The merchant who bought it took his magic core, hung his head and flicked it left and right, then raised his eyelids to glance at him, and finally threw him a money bag.

All actions were carried out in silence, Carlos took the money bag silently, turned and walked to the medical hall.

He deliberately avoided the noisy road and walked around to the side alley.On the stone road, only his footsteps echoed.

The empty alley made Carlos a little more relaxed. Here, no one looked at him with curiosity or disgust, and those guys who were keen to surround him were not interested in walking these complicated, cramped and boring alleys.

Unless there is another reason.

At the same moment Carlos' eyelids jumped up, he heard a commotion, a few laughter mixed with a girl's faint cry for help, coming from a dark alley, about five or six meters away from him.

Carlos paused.

Really bad luck today.

Truth be told, he's not very interested in saving people - it's going to bring him new troubles that he already has enough in his life.

The most important thing for him now is to go to the medical hall as soon as possible, get some herbs that don't seem to be useful, and then find a place to stay tonight. It may be a straw hut, or a bed that is vacant in a low-cost hotel.

Carlos took two steps forward, and the noise filled his ears again.

The girl's voice sounded very young, probably about his age.There are enough people in this world who are plagued by trouble, but if there was one less...

Not to mention any psychology, Carlos's right hand subconsciously touched the dagger beside him.

A whistle came from the dark alley, frivolous and unscrupulous.At the moment the whistle fell, Carlos gave the opponent an accurate elbow.

The man's figure froze, and then fell limply.

The actions of the other few people were startled by this change for a moment, but they quickly reacted and looked at the boy who suddenly appeared unkindly.

The young man closest to the girl wrinkled his big nose. After discovering Carlos, he then curled the corners of his mouth and said with great interest: "Carlos?"

When Carlos saw their faces, he immediately recognized them. The group in front of him was one of the mercenary groups in the town.

The young man in charge is a third-level swordsman named Ke Dun, who also often haunts the Black Kite Tavern.

……

A moment later, Carlos tightly grasped the wrist of the girl beside him, and ran down the winding alley.

The girl had brown hair, which was flying behind her with the night wind.She was running out of breath, and it was Carlos who pushed her so fast.

Carlos said in a deep voice: "Run faster, we will get out of the main road later, find a shop and hide in."

Carlos' voice was hoarse and his words were vague because he hadn't spoken for a long time.But he guessed that the girl knew what to do.

After entering the main road, those swordsmen would not dare to harass her unscrupulously because of the eyes of others.

The girl who had never met before nodded nervously at him while clutching the hem of her skirt with one hand.

When passing by a back alley of a warehouse, he jumped up, stepped over an overturned broom, and then kicked a wooden barrel stacked aside.

With a frightening sound, the hollow wooden barrel collapsed and rolled all over the alley.

Rude cursing and hurried footsteps came from the warehouse, but Carlos couldn't care less, he glanced back quickly, Coton and the others quickly jumped over the obstacle he brought them, and a tall figure appeared At the end of the alley.

He could block the attacks of low-level monsters, but he couldn't block the siege of mercenaries.

"Little bastard, stop! See if I don't break your leg!"

An old man holding a wooden stick rushed out from the back door of the warehouse aggressively, but before he set his sights on the boy in the black cloak, a group of youths who looked like ruffians came from the back alley, and they blew at the old man. whistle.

"Hey! Old bastard!"

"Don't worry! We'll help you teach that little bastard a lesson!"

The old man stared at them with a look of shock and anger, but there was nothing he could do.

He recognized that the group of people in front of him belonged to one of the mercenary regiments belonging to this area.Those guys are uneducated, and they are only one step away from entering the police station, but they are also his customers occasionally, and he can't offend them.

In the setting sun, a few mercenaries tripped over the scattered wooden barrels and quickly got up again.

Their footsteps quickly left the tavern.

The old man spat, then bent down, and picked up the scattered wooden barrels one by one to their original positions.

On the other side, Carlos was still running. He walked out of the alley and onto the main road, and the voices of the surrounding people suddenly became noisy.

The town of Vega is not only the last stop of the empire's expedition to the vast forest, but also one of the transportation hubs for several nearby towns.

Carlos' collision caused a burst of neighing and cursing from passers-by.

After rounding the street corner, he let go of the girl's wrist, and with his chin pointing a little away, he whispered, "Go quickly."

The girl turned her head and glanced at him in panic, but the other's dark hood blocked her view.Appreciation flashed in her blue eyes, and she ran into a roadside store without looking back.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling across the flagstones was heard next to his ears, and Carlos continued to run forward.

The gauze around his neck was a little loose, rubbing against his skin, causing a tingling and itching.

He has to quickly avoid the group of people, and then head to the medical hall.

There was a commotion behind him, Carlos calmed down for a moment, slowed down his pace, and then dodged his figure, pretending to be a passerby and hiding in a storefront.

The surrounding air became silent for an instant, and the soft halo emitted by the kerosene lamp surrounded the dusty boy.

This is a bakery. Behind the container, the owner looked at him in astonishment, his eyes full of vigilance.

A young man dressed in rags, covered in dust and dirt, and hiding himself in a black cloak stood beside the fragrant bread shelf, which made people easily think of some immoral behavior.

Facing the other party's straightforward gaze, Carlos tugged on his hood, then lowered his head and walked into the depths of the shop.

The shop owner was struggling between driving him or not, but soon, a sound of chaotic footsteps outside the shop made the decision for him.

Several young people broke in, and the wooden stick in the old man's hand had been replaced by a new owner. Along with the owner's screams and curses, as well as the sound of the shelf falling to the ground, Carlos felt a sharp pain in his back.

After a while, Carlos was pulled by his hands and feet and carried to a nearby dark alley. The towering brick wall isolated some sounds and blocked the sight of the outside world.

The gauze had come off, exposing the hideous festering wound.

Carlos stared nervously at the crowd in front of him.

In the chaos just now, he greeted several people's faces.At this time, Coton's eyes were still staring at the redness hanging from the chaos.

The young mercenary changed his playful expression, and Carlos's familiar malice appeared in his eyes. The malice made him poke the young man's glaring flesh and blood with the wooden stick in his hand.

Carlos gasped.

At this time, Ke Dun kicked him hard in the stomach, and said in a dark tone, "Remember, this is the end of meddling in other people's business."

There was booing from beside him, mixed with insulting scolding, and some fists and feet landed on him.

The angry mercenaries acted recklessly.The black-haired, black-eyed boy fell to the ground, he clenched his teeth, and struggled to hold back the pain that was about to blurt out.

"Do you think you're doing something good?" Cotton knelt down, grabbed his collar tightly, and hit the wall, "Do you think she'll appreciate you?"

He laughed coldly, and after a while, there was a commotion on the side of the dark alley, and several people walked over hugging the brown-haired girl just now.

The girl's face was covered with tears, and her eyes were already swollen from crying.

Carlos's heart sank for a while, and it is estimated that the other party still did not run away.

"Let her see who 'saved' her." Cotton said maliciously, and he turned sideways to reveal Carlos behind him.

Carlos' hood had been removed, the gauze around his neck had disappeared in the confusion, and festering wounds had spread down his neck.

Even if the light here is dim, it is enough for the girl to see everything in front of her.

The girl just glanced at it, and screamed "Ah", then took a few steps back, and bumped into another mercenary, causing another burst of laughter.

There was a flicker of panic in her blue eyes.

The wound on the boy reminded her of the plague that killed many people a few years ago, black magic, and all unclean and filthy things.

For a while, the previous gratitude was thrown into the sky.

She subconsciously rubbed the boy's hand on the skirt, and her tone became a little anxious: "How come...you should be sent to the isolation area! You shouldn't be here!"

There was instinctive resistance hidden in the girl's voice.She clutched the hem of her skirt uneasily, and looked up to meet Carlos' gaze.

The setting sun did not shine on that corner, the young man was leaning against the corner of the dark alley, his whole body was filled with a gloomy and cold aura, and there was no trace of emotion in his dark eyes.

As cold as the lightless deep sea.

Looking at those black eyes, the girl shivered for no reason.

There was a smile on the corner of Ke Dun's mouth. After seeing the girl's reaction, the place Carlos hit just now didn't hurt so much.

He turned around, restrained his ferocious expression, and instead looked at Carlos with a smile: "Want to help her? Why don't you be a good person to the end? If you do one thing for me, I'll let her go."

Ke Dun's words were like a signal, and the young mercenaries around seemed to realize something, and their originally sloppy expressions became more focused.

Carlos stared viciously at the mercenary in front of him. Although he still maintained a cold expression on his face, his clenched fists somehow revealed his nervousness.

Coton waved his hand, and a small mercenary came over casually. He took it out of his arms, and handed Coton a small brown bottle.

"New product." The little man scratched his chin: "Korton, this thing is very difficult to get, you are so cheap, kid?"

"Idiot, shut up, do you dare to use it directly?" Coton scolded him.

Hearing his words, the little man shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Carlos' eyes fell on the brown bottle in Coton's hand. The bottle was smooth and had no label on it.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart.

In this world, there is a branch of magicians called Potionists.They generally do not provide power to the empire and the Holy See, but make a living by selling potions themselves.In order to obtain higher profits, some potions banned by the Magic Association will be circulated privately.

There are only a few effects of these potions, short-term stimulation of people's strength, whether it is mental strength, physical strength, or other aspects, but it is always accompanied by this disturbing side effect.Power-hungry warriors are their target customers.

Carlos was already able to complete the ins and outs of the matter by himself. These mercenaries had quietly obtained potions with unknown effects from nowhere, but they dared not use them directly. They wanted to find someone who could test the potion.

He had no father or mother, and he stayed alone in this town, with a strange fester on his body. If he died suddenly on the street due to the side effects of the medicine, the guards in the town would just pinch his nose and carry him outside the town.No one will come down from the sky to save him.

It is simply the best candidate for drug testing.

The brown bottle in Ke Dun's hand twirled, he hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make up his mind, raised his head and said to the people behind: "Take her away."

Refers to the only girl present.

The mercenaries' attention had already been drawn to the potion itself, and the girl was pushed out of the alley.

Carlos struggled angrily. He broke free from the restraint of the people around him, and threw himself at Coton, trying to break the potion in his hand.But in the face of a dozen strong and experienced mercenaries nearby, this really didn't help.

Soon, he was pressed against the corner of the alley again.

The medicine was poured down.

The spicy potion passed through his throat, with a strong herbal smell and a strange fishy smell, reminding him of the blood of a monster.

After touching the esophagus, the medicine caused a burning sensation, which quickly spread to the stomach.

Carlos' stomach started to twitch.

Ke Dun stood up and backed away slowly. He stared vigilantly at the young man at the corner of the alley, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

But after a while, the predicted response did not come as expected.

On the contrary, the black-haired, black-eyed boy clutched his stomach and curled up in the corner in pain.

"Is this the effect of the medicine?" Kirton looked at the little man in charge of making the medicine in wonder, "What did that man tell you?"

The little man said blankly: "He said that after using the medicine, he would be excited and his strength would increase. As for the side effects, he didn't mention it."

"Does this look like increased strength?"

The little man pulled his face down, and he said coldly: "We may have been deceived."

Cotton spat out a dirty word.

On the other side, Carlos's heart was overwhelmed.

It wasn't that he didn't feel the effect of the potion. For a moment, his heart beat vigorously, fast and powerfully, but it was full of danger.

He even felt that he could break into the forest with his bare hands and face the hordes of monsters alone.

But the effect of the potion only lasted for a short moment, and the power of the potion was like a muddy cow entering the sea, and soon disappeared without a trace.

It's just... something worse happened.

There was a tearing pain on his neck and chest, and the familiar feeling of blood boiling surged up, and it was at least dozens of times stronger than before. The unbearable pain even made his consciousness a little loose.

In the confusion, Ke Dun's face flickered in front of his eyes.The mercenaries seemed to be very angry about buying useless potions, and he became the most convenient punching bag present.

But the blow that fell on the opponent's body was nothing compared to the feeling of blood boiling.

Countless boots dangled in front of his eyes, the setting sun faded, and a full moon appeared in the light blue sky, and the moonlight scattered all over the field coldly.

Carlos's eyes showed intense red and black for a while, and then there was only an infinitely enlarged full moon. He seemed to be falling into an endless nightmare.

No one cared that he was gone, his death would not bring pain to anyone, and it would even free him from this terrible life—

But even so, he still didn't want to die.

From the depths of the nightmare, a strong desire to survive surged out.

The heart was beating violently, and the flesh was burning and aching.It seemed that something was about to break out of the cocoon, and it seemed that he would be swallowed up by that force.

Carlos's brain throbbed with pain, but no matter how he struggled, his strength and consciousness gradually collapsed along with the weakness of his body...

He almost thought it was the last moment of his short life.

But at a certain moment, the movements of the mercenaries suddenly stopped strangely.

Cotton was the first to stop, though that wasn't his intention.In Carlos' already blurred vision, a blood mist suddenly sprayed from Coton's right arm. The blood mist splashed on the wall beside him, and some of it even fell on his body, bringing a strong rust taste.

Carlos stared in bewilderment.

The sound of gasping mercenaries came from all around.They seemed to be thrown into a group of monsters in an instant, and their faces became very ugly at this moment, and they touched the weapons beside them one after another.

It was as if a creature a hundred times more dangerous than them was approaching.

And hostile.

Carlos froze for a moment, he turned around with difficulty, and looked up.

The towering brick walls blocked the light from the next block. This is a secluded dark alley at the end of Dolly Street in Vega Town, and no one would pass by at this time.

However, at this moment, in the shadow three feet away, stood a familiar figure.

Maybe not so familiar.

The other party was wearing a dark gray long-distance running, with a huge hood covered, covering most of his face, only a white chin was exposed.The whole person looks a bit thin, and compared with the mercenaries, he is even weaker, but the silver badge on his chest and the blood hole that appeared out of thin air on Cotton's arm all show his identity - in the motto of the empire, "Don't be your enemy "The magician.

The magician's lips were pursed dangerously, which was not at all different from Carlos' memory.

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