Roger's head hurts very much. He feels that a monster is born in his head. It always rests for a while, and then suddenly swells and wants to break his head. At this time, Roger will be so painful that he can't think, just want to die, and then it rests for a while, making Roger feel that it's good to be alive, and then rises up again. This keeps repeating, which gives Roger a deep understanding of Hamlet's "to        or                                                                                                                                                                                            �

Roger was so annoyed by this repetition that he wanted to vomit, and then he vomited. He vomited everything he had eaten, and then he vomited bile and gastric juice. He really had nothing to vomit, but he just wanted to vomit and wanted to vomit all his internal organs.

Roger couldn't help but want to curl up into a ball, but he found that he couldn't do it. His eyes felt light, but the sweat from his forehead stimulated him, making him unable to open his eyes. He wanted to wipe the sweat off, but he found that he still couldn't do it. He realized that he had no hands, and he struggled in panic. The feeling of tightness that hurts from his arms came from. This was bad news, but it made him feel relieved.

Roger shook his head and tried his best to shake off the sweat from his eyelashes. This action angered the monster in his mind. Its continuous swelling made Roger just want to reincarnate. He shouted "Mom" in pain, his voice so hoarse that he couldn't even recognize it.

One hand lifted Roger's hair off his forehead and wiped away the sweat from his eyelids. Roger opened his eyes and saw a woman's face. Her eyes seemed familiar, but there was no hair on her head, but a strange tattoo was pricked.

"I guess you will be the first to wake up." The woman turned and left, heading towards the fire pit.

Roger noticed that she was wearing an Egyptian long skirt and barefoot. At this time, the monster urged him to go to the underworld again. He talked with the ferryman about the price, but he was driven back without reaching the negotiation. He smelled a sweet smell.

"It smells so good," Roger said, seeing the woman standing in front of him with a bowl of soup.

"Do you want to drink?"

"think."

"Aren't you afraid of being toxic?"

Roger was stunned. He had never thought about this problem at all. The soup was delivered to his mouth. Roger couldn't wait to suck it and drink it. A warmth flowed into his stomach, making him feel much more comfortable. He felt that he had come back to life.

“Is it delicious?”

“Good.”

"Guess what's inside?"

"Sweet, there's sugar."

"I deserve to be raised in the castle. Is there any knowledge?"

“There is salt.”

"You really exceeded my expectations. I thought you would keep crying when you wake up."

"I won't cry because there is salt in the soup."

Roger felt that the monster was leaving him, and he was in a much better mood. When he saw the woman in a daze, he seemed to be wondering why Roger attached so much importance to salt. He thought, I won't tell you that this is a joke.

Roger took the opportunity to observe left and right. He saw that he was still in the hall, with the door open and the outside was pitch black, and the salty sea breeze blew in. It was a bit cold, but it seemed to be good for driving away the monsters.

Roger saw the baron, priest, coachman, blacksmith, and forest ranger, all tied tightly, sleeping, with copper needles inserted into wooden barrels or wooden bowls. He thought, is this a cult ceremony? He turned his head to look at himself and saw hollow copper needles stuck on his tied arms, and blood flowed out drop by drop, dripping into the wooden bowl below, almost full.

The woman shook her head and stopped thinking, and she said, "Do you know? We were going to leave in Rufu, but when we heard your name, it attracted my interest. Later, we determined that you were the resurrected one who could break my curse, and I decided that I must get you."

"How did you make sure?"

"As 'Roger, the alcoholic,' who doesn't know Messina, hahaha."

Roger searched his memory while the monster was not paying attention. He realized that he had committed suicide. He said, "Just just say? What if I just brag, aren't you worried about catching the wrong person?"

"If you catch the wrong one, just catch the wrong one, it's just a day's delay."

Roger felt that his face must be very white. Anyone who lost so much blood would be white. He refused the monster's invitation to go to the underworld again. He saw the businessman and the owner's body lying in its original position, and he said, "Do you smoke my blood to resurrect your accomplices?"

"They? Let them keep shutting up!" The woman seemed to remember something unhappy, "Do you know? I am a cursed witch, and they actually told me to shut up! Do you know how cruel it is to call a cursed witch to shut up? What's more, the plan was made by me. They should have listened to me, but they told me to shut up! I said to myself: 'Okay, I shut up until you don't tell me to shut up.' Haha, do you know? This is a curse, I cursed them with my words, look, they can't shut up now."

The woman seemed to be talking. Perhaps she thought Roger, the listener, was very much in her heart. She continued: "We are just working together. I am not Asathin, my name is Isis, my mother is also called Isis. We cursed witches are called Isis. Isis is an Egyptian goddess. She is proficient in all spells and can communicate with the underworld."

Roger expressed his understanding that Westerners have this problem. Bush's son is called Bush and Roger's son is called Roger.

"So you are doing a ritual to communicate with the underworld now?" Roger said, looking at the buckets of blood.

"What? No, I bleed you to save you." Isis explained, "If I suck too much of the drug in the fire, it will kill people, so I want to bleed you. This can excrete the drug in your body. You suck the least, so after bleeding, you will wake up as soon as possible."

"Why do you want to save us? Or, you have already got me, why do you want to save them?"

"Because I never kill." Isis looked Roger in the eyes very seriously, and she said, "I never kill, it's a curse, the curse I put on myself."

Roger looked at her blankly, a little confused. Isis continued, "If I kill someone, I will die the same as others. If I kill me, I will die the same as others."

Isis explained: "This is a curse, an equal curse. Every time I recite it, the curse is stronger. But from childhood to adulthood, I don't know that I have recited it tens of thousands of times. So, this is a powerful curse, a curse that will surely be realized. So I must save each of you now and prevent you from dying because of the drug I put in my own hands."

"So, I have to thank you for them."

"No need to thank me, thank you two idiots who are self-decisive on the ground. The original plan was to bring you in, and they didn't have to do anything, just wait with you. The smoke from this drug will rise, and then slowly fall, and the higher the people will suck more. I wear the awakening herbs at the lowest point, and when you all faint, I will wake you and them both. Then they will kill everyone else, so that the others will die in their hands, and it has nothing to do with me."

Roger felt that he could probably understand the businessman. After all, no one likes to go to the underworld for nothing, and then put a lot of blood back. He ignored the monster who came to harass him and asked the woman: "So what now, what should you do if you save us and then prepare to do?"

"Wait, when dawn, our ship will come, and then I can ask people to kill them."

"Boat? Do you still have someone?"

"Of course, or where do you think we are from? A large cross-field ship, which came from Egypt, was too eye-catching in Messina. The shallows were not high. There were not many people in the fishing port, and it was not too far from Messina. It was just right for us to stay. We left today, just for you, so we decided to stay for one more day. But the ship was too eye-catching, and staying in the port would attract your attention, so I asked the driver to inform them to leave and come back tomorrow morning."

"You have so many people, why don't you just use a sword to deal with us?"

"Haha, with swords, do you think they don't want them? They dare not. They are just crew members, and you who have swords and hammers look not easy to deal with." Isis recalled, "In Jerusalem, they said that Doncred Ultraville was treacherous and wanted to kill him, and sent some swords with Fidayi over there, but none of them succeeded. Their master lost face and said, "What must be made Ultraville pay for?" In fact, it was to find a way for himself. Then they went to Antioch and found Prince Boximond Ultraville..."

"Ahhh~Ahhhhhh," Roger heard a joke and couldn't help but interrupt Isis's words. His laughter caused the monster's commotion, but now this level of commotion Roger could bear, and he smiled and said, "They must have failed."

"Yes, the entire army was wiped out, and none of the sent people came back alive. How did you know?"

"I happened to see both Ultraville. So, you found Simon?"

"It turned out that the target was Earl Roger's. They thought they could not hit the castle with their swords, so they didn't let the swords come, but found us. I made a plan, and if it weren't for you, I would have succeeded."

"Actually, if you wait until the customer leaves before starting, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with Simon."

"It's so boring that there is no show for the audience. And those Hasshins like to assassinate in full view and then yell slogans to die. They believe this will allow them to enter the Pure Land. Unfortunately, it failed."

"It's not bad now, a living Ultraville is in your hands." Roger said dejectedly.

"You? Ultraville, not even the Earl. If you didn't think your blood is worth experimenting, would you think I would care?"

"You hit me, by the way, how much more blood will be released? Are you sure you won't let go?"

"Oh, I forgot to chat, it seems that it has gone too far." Isis widened his eyes and looked at Muwan in surprise.

Roger's scalp tightened, and he seemed to see the ferrymen on the Styx appearing on a special offer.

"Ahhahaha, you took it seriously, are you taking it seriously? Ahhahaha." Isis bent over with a smile.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have tested hundreds of people, both men and women, old and young, and what kind of people have as much blood and how much they will die. I know very well. If you believe in my curse, I will not let you die in my hands."

Roger felt very cold, and he would be cold when he had too much blood. He asked angrily: "What about you, do you know how much blood you have?"

"Of course, I found three women of the same size as me," Isis looked around and pointed at a wooden barrel. "Look at that wooden barrel, I was in a coma in less than two and a half barrels, but I could still save it. Three barrels were dead, five barrels were the most, and I couldn't bleeding any more."

"Did the rescue survive later?"

"I survived, what did I do later?" Isis thought for a while, "probably it was used to do something unimportant, I can't remember it."

Roger felt a little sleepy, and he would be sleepy if he had too much blood. He didn't want to talk anymore. He would rather talk to the monster about how to share the cost of the ferryman.

Isis muttered to herself for a while, and when she saw that it was almost done, she began to pull out the needle to stop the bleeding. She looked at the blood stasis in Roger's arm and said, "Sorry, I'm not good at craftsmanship. In Egypt, I've always made my servants do it."

Roger noticed that the Baron and the others were awake, and they looked like they were having a headache about raising the price of the ferrymen. However, Roger knew that they must not be able to raise the price. He was a person who had experienced it, so he knew very well.

Isis chatted with everyone, she really liked to talk, she told them her curse, told them not to thank her because she saved them, and told them that they would die in the hands of others when the ship came.

As she chatted, she took out the needle to stop the bleeding when it was almost done, and then she was so polite that she apologized for her poor craftsmanship. The "good guy" expressed her understanding very gentlemanly, and the blacksmith cursed. Isis felt that the blacksmith was very strong and she had less blood, so she took a little leech saliva essence from her medicine box. She told the blacksmith that this could prevent blood from clotting, and then gave the blacksmith another needle, and then she pulled out the needle to stop the bleeding when the blacksmith was completely awake.

The priest seemed very dissatisfied with her skills, and he cursed her and said that he would rather go to see God. Roger remembered that the priest did not have to worry about the ferry fee. He had a bird man to take him to heaven. But the priest's curse was a little problem. Isis seriously discussed with him academically and pointed out some grammatical errors in his mantra, such as the teacher taught the child that the priest who had no truth in his hand was embarrassed.

Roger felt that the priest should not curse the other party, but should lead the other party to curse him. His backstage boss might come forward to help him, and that would be sure to win. Roger clearly remembers that the monk's Bible said: "I will bless him who bless you; I will curse him who curses you."

Therefore, the boss must listen carefully and remember his or her professional knowledge. If he or she rashly goes to other people's fields to provoke, he deserves to be slapped in the face.

The coachman and the ranger also scolded Isis. But Roger found that Isis had a good mentality and did not vent the needle again. Roger knew that she was unwilling to take risks. Of course, Roger guessed that she might be cursing in her heart, such as, "I curse you with my no-angry and you can never make me angry again."

The next thing was waiting. Roger always felt that he had forgotten something, but he didn't think about it deliberately. If he had forgotten, he would forget it. It didn't matter. The entire army was wiped out and there was no reinforcements, so what else could he think about. It was not until a horse came in that he realized what he had forgotten.

The "gift" eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and it was so irritable that it woke up its nose, reminding Roger that his dinner was already too late.

Isis noticed and she asked Roger: "Is this your horse? What's wrong with it?"

“It’s hungry.”

"I used to have a horse, about the same size as it, and I liked it very much," Isis took out a grass from the medicine box. "It released a full 10 barrels of blood."

When Roger saw Isis take a grass to feed the "gift", he said, "Do you want to poison my horse? It's just a horse, can you let it go?"

"You're thinking too much. I'm taking a mandala, not a Cang-shaped grass. Although my curse is only for people, I don't want to take risks, so I won't poison your horse to death. Let the sailors deal with it tomorrow." Isis approached the "gift" and delivered the grass to its mouth. "Come on, eat the mandala, have a good sleep, and it won't hurt even if you get a knife."

So Roger said, "Bite her!"

In an instant, a slightly naughty pony became violent like a giant husky.

The "gift" bit Isis' shoulder and dragged her to swing her wildly, like shaking a puppet doll, cooperating with its turn, rushing, bounce, circling, and circling again and again. Like a fitness coach, even if his students are tired as dogs, he always says, do it again.
Chapter completed!