The surrounding townspeople seemed to sense that something was wrong, and gathered around to point at it.
"Old John? Who is Old John?"
"That old liar, the old man who drinks under the bell tower every night."
"Isn't he a wizard?
"Maybe. Anyway, wizards are like this: cunning, cruel, and smell of alcohol."
"The old man is not cruel. Yesterday he gave Little Pete candy, the most expensive kind."
"Be careful! He must not have good intentions in giving such a valuable thing to a stranger for no reason. Maybe he put a curse in it! Once eaten, it will turn into a monster like a corpse!"
"Scared? I think so! No, I have to go back quickly."
Stupid. Stupid.
No one felt sad about Old John. They all discussed the death and misfortune of others with an amazing indifference. In the joyful and peaceful atmosphere, what was hidden was extreme ignorance and barbarism.
This was the first town he saw in the Land of the Gods.
This was the first town he saw in this world.
Roland looked at this strange but familiar town with cold eyes. He was shocked by the people's ignorance and was speechless for a moment.
Old John...he still has impressions.
He is an astrological wizard and is over eighty years old today, but he did not become an official wizard until last year.
That was a very interesting old man. He brought a fake crystal ball made of glass and pretended to be a prophetic wizard and set up a stall under the bell tower every day. His prophecies were made up randomly, such as "Today you will be robbed of your first kiss by a cat" or "
You will be defrauded of your money today" and other divination that makes people almost laugh.
However, if you ask him about the weather, he will suddenly become serious, put away the fake crystal ball, and use a set of precision measuring instruments worth at least a dozen real crystal balls to accurately tell you the weather conditions for the next week.
And it never goes wrong.
Almost all the money he earns will be exchanged for the most expensive candies, which he will hand out with trembling hands to the naughty children who surround him with mud and stones aimed at their heads.
And the candies he handed out were either thrown into the muddy water by the group of children with disgusted faces, or were taken home by the less sensible children, and then adults slapped them in the face and ordered them to throw them away.
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So the children worked extra hard at night to master the throwing techniques, while Old John swayed his trembling body like a stupid duck, struggling to avoid the sharp stones hitting his vital parts.
But then one day, he suddenly disappeared. Then his body was found in a ditch by a stealth player. The coins on the body were completely missing, but the value of those he had accumulated over the years was at least more than what he had on him.
The expensive candies that cost five or six times more money seemed to be feared, and not a single one was touched.
And the astronomical measuring instrument, which was enough to buy a sea-view villa in a place ten times richer than Ram - such as the White Tower - was thrown into the puddle without care, and was completely scrapped due to damage and water intrusion.
At that time, none of the players were surprised at all. It was as if they had been infected by some serious mental illness from this sick town. They all had thoughts like "Ah, he is finally dead" and "He is finally free".
Looking at the death of Old John, at first there were mercenaries who went to investigate on their own initiative, but then he took a mission and left here, so the matter was dropped. Even when he came back for vacation in the future, he had no intention of continuing the investigation.
No one knows why such an old wizard apprentice refuses to leave with Kalal who is so hostile to wizards; no one knows why he deceives people with that almost ridiculous prophecy;
Everything about him is a mystery, but no one has ever tried to explore him.
Now, the murderer of Old John was finally found. Roland didn't feel the slightest bit happy in his heart.
Different from the mood when he just left the hotel, his mood at the moment was extremely complicated.
After thinking about it carefully in his heart, amidst the exclamations of everyone, a set of green vines came out of Roland's sleeves, and he muttered things like "I'm not wrong" and "It's none of my business".
The man's neck was only tied up. The force was greater than that of an adult strong man who just strangled his neck with both hands, making his face turn red instantly and making him breathless.
About half a minute later, when Roland saw that his face was as purple as an eggplant, he sent him away. Ignoring him lying on the ground and panting heavily like a dog, he just said in a cold voice: "I ask, you answer."
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"Yes, yes, yes... I must answer, I must - ooohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
With saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth due to suffocation, he knelt down and whispered in a hoarse voice than at the beginning.
When he was halfway speaking, a vine stretched out like a snake, grabbed his right forearm and jerked it back. The bone spurs on his elbow suddenly stabbed out, and his forearm bent back unnaturally.
Fold.
"I haven't asked yet."
Roland's voice was tightly bound in the black robe, as cold as the voice coming from the netherworld.
The man just thought so, but when he thought of his previous fate, he immediately covered his mouth tightly with his hands and nodded crazily.
"A foreigner, wearing leather armor inlaid with dark green wood boards - do you have any impression of this person? Answer me."
"Yes! Yes! He's in the Mule Hotel, on the third floor!"
The man replied without thinking.
Roland nodded secretly.
It's the truth.
He was just about to leave, but suddenly thought of Old John, and asked again: "Where did you hide Old John's body?"
“...I didn’t kill—uhhhhhhh!”
Before he finished speaking, a bow was tied on his left hand.
"You have one more chance."
"I said! I said! In the gutter of Ximen! I didn't touch anything except the money on him! The money is right here -"
Before he could finish speaking, his neck was broken directly by a slender vine.
Then Roland walked towards the Mule Inn.
Watching his figure gradually disappear, the townspeople behind him breathed a sigh of relief.
"It turns out we were looking for that foreigner."
"I've long said that man is not a good person. Look at him wearing strange clothes."
"It won't involve my family... I live next to the Mule Hotel."
"Haha, then you are really pathetic."
Just like a replica of what happened before, no one felt sad because of the death of the middle-aged man.
Roland listened to their discussion and showed an unsmiling smile.
When he arrived in the real world, he truly felt that this town was sick. Even without the Bloodstain Syndrome, this seemingly ordinary town was completely broken on the inside.
For the first time, Roland began to reflect on whether Farina's stance on destroying the entire town was as crazy and evil as he thought before.
The murderous intention, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, began to rise in Roland's heart. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
