Heartbreaker

"I lost my mind, lost my past.

I dug out my heart and lost my future.

I,

One day be nailed to the pillar of shame,

I,

Make hell fear my bloody spittle.

I am a false exploit, a foul tale, a rotten soul.

I live with hatred, I don't need redemption, I don't need love.

Life after life, forever. "—"Legend of the Evil Lord: Lemon Bone Spur"

****

"set fire."

I grabbed the bastard by the throat and chopped off his hand.The flames blazed hideously like an explosion from behind me, and burned half of my cloak and trousers, leaving only light dust on my skin, which disappeared with a flick.This bear-like burly beast was still howling and stabbing my heart with a dagger one second, and the broad waist was smashed to pieces by a meteor hammer swung over in the air the next second.

"Ah!" he cried out heartbreakingly.The loud laughter behind him was deafening, "This is enough for you to taste it!"

I ignored the man's laughter, picked up the twitching man on the ground, and poked his shattered lower back with the handle of the knife-I swear my strength was much lighter than when I chopped his wrist, but he was howling like a ghost shouted.If I didn't have to ask something out of his mouth, I really wanted to stick the poker into his mouth.

"Last Chance," I said. "Where's Gerson?"

"My lord is inside!" he howled like a pig, "in the innermost room!"

"Okay." I nodded and put down his urine-smelling body, "I will spare your life."

Saying this, I took a flaming stick and stuck it into his screaming mouth.The flames scorched his lips.He swallowed his mouthful of fire on the ground, like a fish slapping its tail on a cutting board.

"I like the viciousness in you." Broken Arm Emu followed my steps, walked to the end of the corridor with me, and tore off the scorched hair ends, "I always thought you were bluffing us, It turns out that fire really can't kill you."

"It's not that fire can't kill me." I stepped on the cold floor tiles.The soles of the old boots are a little thin, and the coolness penetrates into the soles of my feet.It's time for a new pair of leather boots.I said, "I came back from the dead."

I walked to the end of the corridor and pushed open the ornate oak door.Broken-arm Emu swung his long-chain meteor hammer, splitting the wall covered with light-yellow wallpaper in one fell swoop.The villain is missing an arm, so he only feels safe when wielding a long chain hammer.

I turned to him and said, "Go out and continue to set fire to this villa."

Armless Emu looked at me meaningfully, "I can't guarantee that I will leave you a way out."

I tore off the torn clothes on my shoulders, "If I relied on you to save the way, I would have died countless times. Remember to prepare a new set of clothes. If I find out that you have left any way for the living creatures in this villa Run away, and I'll chop off your other arm."

The man was sitting on a diamond velvet ottoman with his back to us, and he didn't even look back as we talked about the burning of the estate.Broken-arm Emu went out with a torch in a vicious manner, and set fire to the wall of this room by the way.

The screams of the maids outside were very muffled in the smoky corridor. I guessed that it must be the fault of Lame Reig, who was killing many girls every time he cleaned a place.I closed the door, glanced at the burning wall, and wiped the blood off the blade.

"Gerson." The smoke rose in this luxurious room, and I shouted to the man sitting in the middle, "God is coming to punish you."

It's embarrassing to speak in a pompous, deliberate voice.I wiped the blade quickly with a rag, enough to set the blade on fire if the cloth had been flint.I call this knife "Bone-cutting Knife", but it is actually a longer kitchen knife.I have been using it to chop bones before. I can make this heavy and curved knife fast and dexterous. Its blunt blade cuts through countless bones and cuts flesh. It is more agile than me using my hands directly. You will feel ashamed of yourself.

The man still turned his back to me, crossed his legs, and put on the airs and accent suitable for his earl status.His voice was very calm, so calm that I wanted to slap him twice.

"Prince Lemon."

"You're wrong, I'm not a prince," I said, "I'm a house-robber."

I stepped forward and grabbed his hair, making his hypocritical face tremble.I haven't seen him for a few years, but this pampered man is still very well maintained, his skin is delicate, and he can be seen as the favorite of the two dynasties.I heard that he left the palace a few years ago and built a manor in the countryside, where he hibernates all day and is very comfortable.

Probably he didn't expect me, a thing that should have died long ago, to appear again.

"You really found this place."

Hell, this man just wanted to put on a tone of seeing everything to disgust me. "I had a hunch a long time ago that you would kill me yourself. I have escaped the resentment of the old king and the doubts of the new king, but I cannot avoid you."

"You gave me to the dragon," I said. "You gave me to the dragon. You took me yourself and sent me to the dragon's lair."

"You said you would come and take me home, and then let the dragon swallow me."

Gerson fell silent.I slowly raised the bone-cutting knife in my hand, paused every word, and said in a clear voice, "I used to trust and respect you so much, my teacher."

Gerson froze when I called him that, and I saw his sore eye sockets and black smoke from his nostrils.It is especially easy for a person's conscience to find out before he is about to die that he can't last long.From the large floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the continuous sparkling fire in the villa, which was more beautiful than the bright Milky Way in the sky.His favorite gardening plants and classical sculptures were burned, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the entire villa is left with ruins.

For the first time, I want to praise the destructive power of those villains from the bottom of my heart.

"I have a clear conscience," said Gerson. "If peace could be brought by sacrificing a man, I would do the same to whoever it was, even a king."

"You're wrong again, teacher." I said, "The evil dragon clearly wants my brother. Do you think I'm still the child you kept in the dark?"

I saw the man's face turned pale, and I wanted to laugh a little, "And the peace you idiots expected has not come. You are still alive. Why are you?"

Gerson closed his eyes, his chest heaving weakly from the heavy smoke inhalation.I pressed him on the chair, and said in a gentle voice, "I came to you today not for personal revenge, but for selfishness. The evil you have done to me is not enough for me to smash your fingers. I need your head, and That ring, sir."

He knows what I'm talking about and what I want better than anyone.Because he only heard this sentence, his face changed, and he gasped for breath, "Don't think about it... You have been a bad boy since you were a child, Lemon. Even if your brother is gone, don't even think about it. You can't find it." Where is it, even if this manor, together with me, is burned to ashes by you, you still look for..."

I cut off his head before he finished speaking.Blood gushed out like a fountain from the broken neck, and I filled a whole water bladder and took another sip to keep myself from drying out in the fire.I tied Gessen's head in a belt and tied his beautiful brown hair into a bow.

A lot of burnt beams fell from the roof, and my eyes were almost blinded by the sight.I knelt down and took my dear teacher's left hand, which had a valuable diamond ring on it.I tossed the ring aside and started picking the finger with the ring on it.After I picked off the last bit of flesh, I dragged the dead body, smashed the mural hanging on the wall, and tore off the wallpaper behind the mural.

A built-in lockbox was revealed.I stuck that snow-white knuckle into the keyhole, and with a slight twist, the door opened.There are only two simple items inside, a copper ring and a small filmed portrait.I put the brass ring in my mouth and stared at the little portrait.There is a woman on it, her smile is serene and peaceful under the twisting flames around her.

****

After the flames burned down the last trace of the villa, I walked out and took a breath of sour air like gastric juice.The wet steam turned my ashes into mud.As far as the eye can see, the thin, dry trees are shrouded in milky white fog, and the sky is outlined by leaden gray clouds in different thicknesses, like a piece of white bread with moldy cheese sandwiched between them.

It is worthy of being called "Haze Mountain Villa".I guess I know why Gessen likes this place.It's really a good place, with a high degree of shading, especially suitable for a scum like him to live in seclusion.

"The dragon's teeth chewed me,

The dragon's saliva sets me on fire,

The scales of the dragon tore me apart,

The dragon said, I will bite you, burn you, hurt you,

Why are you still alive..."

I was naked, humming out-of-key songs, and lazily walked out of the hazy mountain villa that turned into dust.Not far away on the Greystone Avenue, there was a carriage with three cripples, a woman and an old man sitting on it.The crippled brother is greedily taking jewelry out of the sack, and his teeth, which are stronger than granite, clenched the round gold and silver jewelry with a crackling sound.Broken-arm Eminem and Lame Reig fought again, two idiots who always put the loot in a sack and then quarreled over dissatisfaction with the distribution.Their other brother, One-Eyed Ir, sat knitting twine and paid no attention to the silly arguments between the two fools.

Whore Barbara seemed more concerned about my birds than my jewels.She stared at my crotch until I fastened my belt before making a tsk-tut sound of admiration.I sat next to the old man, spat out the copper ring and the portrait in my mouth, "As you said, Chichikov, Gessen hid the ring under the mural, and the 'key' is his hand bone."

I glanced at his shining gray-blue eyes, "Your eyes are really amazing."

Chichikov casually rubbed the copper ring, and was more interested in the small portrait, "I didn't expect you to take out this thing too."

I shrugged my shoulders, "At least I can see it. It's cool to make do when there are no women."

"That's your mother." Chichikov bared his yellow teeth and smiled wretchedly, "You little bastard."

Barbara sat down between my legs and twisted her waist with winking eyes, "Don't forget me, Lemon. I can make you feel good, little wolf."

I threw her off, and the sassy woman let out a scream.I took the bronze ring and portrait from Chichikov's palm, got up and patted the dust off my body, "Then I'm going, Chichikov."

The three crippled brothers turned their heads to me, "Are you serious, Lemon?"

I gave them a strange look, "When did I ever joke?"

One-eyed Aiur said, "You are going to the land of necromancers."

I said, "A living person is still afraid of a dead person? What's more, I have fulfilled her request." I tapped the head on my waist, and stuck out my tongue with a copper ring, "Everything is ready."

Barbara got up from under the wheel in disgrace, her short body desperately wanted to jump into the carriage, "I want to go with you, Lemon! I will never let you stay alone with that mage! That woman is dangerous, If you suddenly regret it, you won’t be able to fight—ah!!”

I pulled her hair out and pulled her up from underneath, Barbara screaming in pain, her vocal cords like stretched rubber bands.I said coldly, "Shut up, I will cut off the tongue of anyone who dares to speak ill of me again."

I wrapped the bone knife in cloth and hung it on the other side of my waist. After thinking about it, I wrapped the head tightly.Chichikov swallowed in silence, and choked out a sentence for a long time, "At least sharpen the knife."

"No need, old man." I grinned, "Don't forget that this is a knife specially used for chopping bones.