Chapter 49 High Temperature Sterilization (Part 2)
Dilapidated houses, deserted streets, and the howling cold wind of early winter.
Even though it was only a little over a week since the residents moved out, it still gives people a dilapidated and ancient feeling like a ruin.
——Not popular. It can only be described as this.
The smell of cold inorganic matter fills the air. No one would think that anyone still lives here.
"You mean, the mayor lives here?" The leading guard wearing heavy armor repeated his question again and again in an unbelievable tone, "Does the noble Lord live in this shabby place?"
None of my servants would live in a place like this——
He took back the second half of his words in time.
After the deep surprise, there was an inexplicable sadness - it seemed to be the melancholy for the hero.
As if the legendary story heard in the tavern is coming to an end, the hero's twilight breath will naturally come to his face. But for some reason, the guard is looking at the mayor's home at the moment, which is no different from a wilderness.
On the road, it felt like stepping into knee-deep snow, but I couldn't move forward.
Is that fear?
No……
He knew it in his heart.
That's probably pity.
Following the pity was an almost imperceptible sense of superiority. It was a canine sense of superiority based on loyalty to Farina.
"Ahem, everyone, listen up," he cleared his throat and forced his thoughts back, "Don't let any house go! All places must be thoroughly investigated!"
"Do you want to check even the noble lord's house?"
He heard someone behind him ask.
Without even thinking, he said in a flash of enthusiasm: "That's natural. Lady Farina's orders must be implemented."
But as soon as he said the words, he felt something was wrong.
So he paused, and then added in a slightly gentler voice: "However, in order not to let you guys who are neither serious nor serious disturb the mayor's rest, I will go with you."
After thinking for a moment, the leading guard walked in the direction he remembered.
It has to be said that human memory is indeed unreliable.
Just a few days after he moved out, the mayor's house became a stranger.
After making several wrong turns, he arrived at the mayor's house with the city guard behind him.
The first thing that catches the eye is the wide open door. Winter is approaching and the cold wind is coming. The cold air pours into the house, making it feel cold just looking at it.
"Lord Mayor?"
He called out tentatively, but got no response.
With a keen eye, the guard immediately lowered his head and looked at his feet. He was slightly relieved when he found that dust had accumulated for a long time and there were no footprints at all.
But as soon as he pushed the door open and walked in, he was startled by the sound of the wine bottle breaking.
"You scumbags! Get out of here! Now!"
An angry, muffled voice came from inside.
But after the sound calmed down, there was the sound of heavy and slow breathing.
"Lord Mayor? What's wrong?"
The guard at the door took courage and asked in a raised voice.
The heavy breathing inside suddenly disappeared. After about a short while, a somewhat confused voice came from inside: "Who? Is something wrong?"
It seemed that he had just woken up. He was probably talking in his sleep.
The guard understood clearly.
The feeling he had just raised was relieved. He walked over and stood at the door.
He saw the young mayor sitting on the bed, with a haggard face and a withered expression. He put his hands on his head and buried his head deeply.
If he hadn't known his identity, anyone might have mistaken him for a drunken, decadent man living in a tavern - although in reality it wasn't quite the same.
Thinking of the palpitations caused by the breaking of wine bottles, the guard finally realized that the man in front of him was the mayor of a town after all. No matter how ruined he was, he was a real hereditary noble. Even if his fiefdom was compared to that of an ordinary baron,
They are all the same.
So he also had a foresight. Seeing that the mayor seemed to be in a bad mood, he was very smart and did not go in to scold him. Instead, he silently stepped back a few steps and made a silent gesture to his subordinates, so he felt at ease.
Hiding outside the door.
Casually, he asked: "Sir, Lady Farina asked us to check on a person pretending to be a Blighter. Some people said that he went this way... Have you seen a man in black clothes passing by the window?
"
For a brief moment, there was no movement in the room. But the guard would not relax.
It was more like the calm before the storm than holding back the anger.
Sure enough, an almost furious voice came from inside: "Farina is a great person? I am at least your mayor! Without my father, you untouchables would have died long ago! People in black clothes? Black clothes
I have seen you people! Are your brains used to eat shit? Didn't you see that I was sleeping before?"
The voice became a little hoarse due to full of anger, and even broke in some places. But such a rebuke, which was neither powerful nor gorgeous, made the guard captain's back drip with cold sweat.
He finally remembered what kind of person he was talking to.
Those are noble lords who actually have titles. Unlike the guardian druids like Farina who act on their behalf, although most of these noble lords have no ability to cast spells and cannot live forever, this does not affect their ability to live forever.
Influence in the mundane world.
You know, Ms. Falina cannot even execute others at will, but the noble master can avoid punishment by simply paying money. In the minds of the Karars, being executed for contradicting a person of high status is self-inflicted. Even if
Even in the military, one cannot enjoy the treatment of a martyr. Not only will his family not receive care and preferential treatment, they will even be looked down upon by others.
So an idea that should have been thought of a long time ago only now echoed in his mind: when did people like him start to ignore the existence of the mayor, and regard the acting leader-Farina as their own sacrifice?
Loyal target?
"Mr. Mayor, please calm down..."
After realizing that the man in front of him was Ram's true master, a thin layer of cold sweat immediately condensed on the faces of the guard captain and the guards behind him.
As a result, even the tone and voice became a bit weaker.
"Relieve your anger? Then you gangsters will take away my last property?"
Some nervous voices came from inside.
In the cold wind that poured in, the anger almost ignited the walls. The scolding of the lord inside was far from over: "I swear, I will definitely hang you! Hang you! You bandits and thieves!
Come, come in, I want to remember your faces!"
You would be a fool to go in at this time.
The guard captain cursed secretly in his mind, without replying, and quickly left here with the team behind him.
But what they didn't see was that not long after they left, the closet door slowly opened, and a slender figure in black robe stepped out, like a deceased person waking up from a coffin.
Roland walked up to the mayor who had died for a long time without hesitation, reached out to pick him up, turned him over, and let him lie on his bed.
Then Roland lifted the young mayor's head up with one hand, and took out the chopping sword with his right hand - without using any force, he just put the blade of the chopping sword under the mayor's neck.
Release your left hand and lightly stroke with your right hand.
As the artery in the neck was cut open from the front, even if the person was dead, even if the neck was cut open, blood would no longer spurt out. But the mayor's blood also flowed out quickly and firmly.
The stamen, a huge bright red rose bloomed from the slightly yellow bed.
After most of the blood had flowed out and the bleeding slowed down significantly, Roland used his sword to gently cut open the young man's clothes from the back of his neck to his waist, being careful not to scratch his skin. After the clothes were cut, Roland cut
Holding the sword backwards, he carefully cut the corpse's back, as if he were holding a paintbrush to depict a bleeding eye.
The whole process was silent and fast, and Roland's skillful movements made people shudder.
"When she sees this, that woman won't be so relieved."
Roland murmured as he concentrated on describing the details of the bleeding eye.
This pattern is the emblem of N'Zoth, the god of truth and terror. As the closest to the Twilight Species except Higgs, who has snakes in his eyes, he can best understand the threat of the Twilight Species. He is also the god who is most deeply infected by the Twilight Species.
The mental state is clearly a cause for concern.
As a chaotic neutral god, he steadfastly enforces fear in the world.
His followers did not form a temple, but instead established an organization called the Society of Truth, which was later annexed by the Ring of the South Wind.
The truth will believe that this world is full of malice. The reason why people can live peacefully is just because they are stupid and cannot discover the world. The closer people get to the truth, the more deeply they will feel the horror of the world, and the more crazy they will become.
Ordinary people cannot know the maliciousness of the world, just like a blind man who does not know that there is a cliff in front of him - the truth will proudly think that he is the one with clear eyes.
But they have no intention of letting people avoid the inevitable doomsday. Even their all-knowing and all-powerful Lord N'Zoth will be destroyed in the face of that doomsday, let alone those mortals as small as ants.
What they have to do is just to bring themselves closer to the truth of the world, so that they can more clearly see the moment when the world is destroyed, and then die proudly with the world as the first person to feel the great terror.
Roland remembered that the cultist nature of the Society of Truth was only exposed during the middle of the plague revival - of course, they were not popular before that.
As a believer in the God of Truth and Terror, Truth will be keen to expose the secrets hidden by others, preferably secrets that can bring panic; of course, based on their indelible chaotic nature, more often than not, the secrets they reveal are only their own.
A fallacy inferred from just a few words.
For people with evil intentions, the truth will be as annoying as a rat that cannot be caught. But for the people at the bottom and some intelligence dealers, the truth will be the source of gossip, and every sentence may hide a secret.
Lies and a secret.
Moreover, Roland also knew that Farina's assassination failed because the Society of Truth revealed Farina's secret to the "most distinguished guest in the City of Fortune".
This group of annoying rats never shut up. And they don't think it's their fault to expose other people's privacy. Instead, they think it's an unforgivable crime for those who bury the truth based on their greedy, selfish nature and useless pity.
Everyone whose secrets are exposed by them will not only face a series of troubles caused by having their privacy exposed, but will also suffer ridiculous but really annoying revenge from these rats.
N'Zoth himself is not powerful enough. But as one of the gods who knows the most things, it is not easy to kill him. Even when the existing gods were purged during the revival of the plague, he was the last to die.
That group of gods.
Therefore, Roland was also used to pouring any dirty water on the Truth Society—occasionally he was able to fool them unexpectedly.
If the South Wind Ring is a highly disciplined soldier, the Ash Ring is an artist full of fantasies and delusions, then the Truth Society is a businessman who only stabs people in the back and adds insult to injury.
Even if they are both cultists, the gap between them is huge.
——Of course, Farina’s situation is different.
Roland showed a meaningful smile.
Because the town of Lamu was one of the few times that Roland was deceived. The Truth Society really took revenge on Falina, and the way was to kill the young mayor - Roland even told the mayor's death method and
The shapes were completely copied.
It's just three months in advance.
"This town is sick...then it's time to sterilize the sick."
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