The previous explosion did not bring any warmth to this northern city, and large snowflakes began to fall.
A man in shabby clothes huddled in the corner, looking at the gray sky with cloudy and lifeless eyes.
His neck was cracked and dripping with blood. There were two circles of gray-black marks with bloody scabs near the wound. The area was full of blisters, and pus had even begun to ooze out.
A pungent burnt smell came with the cold wind.
He awkwardly tightened his collar with his left hand, and when his right hand moved slightly, he frowned in pain.
All ten nails on his hands were violently pulled out, and three thick, rusty iron nails were driven into the knuckles of his right hand.
This was a dying wild dog, anyone could tell that at a glance.
"sorry Sorry……"
There were sobs rolling in his torn throat, and tears of regret left in his eyes.
The Blighter Master was so compassionate - even if he wanted to assassinate him, he would not blame him and let him go instead.
The Blighter was right - he wasn't wrong.
He himself knows that he is just collecting people's money and helping them to eliminate disasters.
Just like a dagger stained with blood, there is no need to regret for killing someone.
But after all, he has never seen an assassin who will be forgiven by his assassination target. If he is forgiven by others, he will laugh at the other person's useless mercy and ridiculous naivety, but because of the sentence "You are not wrong"
But the priest of the Lord of Darkness was deeply moved.
How many people can understand me?
No one ever.
Except for the Blighter Master who has a noble heart.
——But, he betrayed it himself.
Unable to bear the torture, I finally revealed all the questions Master Blighter asked me.
As a result, the pastor of the Lord of Darkness was pessimistic and desperate, filled with deep guilt.
I can't even keep a secret... It's useless for me, so I might as well freeze to death here.
"...It's snowing."
In a daze, the priest of the Lord of Darkness stared blankly at a snowflake falling on his wound. The strange cry of coolness and stinging made him cry uncontrollably.
He felt death was coming.
No one would force a priest to be strong before he dies - he is not a full-time assassin, has not undergone rigorous training, and it is not his fault that his will is weak.
However, in the endless cold that made his whole body freeze, he couldn't help but think of the warm left hand of the Wither Master patting his right shoulder. It was so warm that it almost felt hot.
It seems like... being... again
Mumbling vaguely, he briefly lost consciousness.
City of Fortune, sewer, lower level of Riblade Street.
Roland and a group of thugs stood in front of a fork in the road.
"Don't come here yet, I'm going to test it out," Roland didn't look back, but said solemnly with his back to everyone, "Don't worry about me. If your life is in danger, I will get a premonition."
"Mr. Orlando, please be careful."
Decker's tone was full of worry and a little respect.
After confirming that the culprit of the continuous explosions was the professor, he completely relaxed his vigilance towards Roland. He even felt guilty for his previous suspicion of him.
Just now, he had already sent out the news that the professor was the culprit through the contact information between the three magic knife wizards.
Deck has decided that if Mr. "Orlando" is really in any danger, he will save him even if his identity is exposed!
He sighed deeply as he watched Mr. "Orlando" in black robe resolutely walk into the first intersection.
There are not many people with such noble minds these days.
Even if Mr. "Orlando's" gold-level alienation seems to be biased towards a certain evil god, this cannot conceal his kind soul. If it were in the outside world, colluding with the evil god could indeed offset his merits, but here is the place of wealth.
City, a lawless place.
What's wrong with communicating with evil gods? The rules of those hypocrites don't apply here! This is a country established by those of us who yearn for freedom!
Dyke's right hand was already faintly pressed on the ceremonial dagger at his waist.
His ceremonial dagger is a rare weapon that can be used to hold all things in place once a day.
If Mr. Orlando really senses some danger and cannot escape, let him save him.
The young Blade Wizard is ready to go.
After Roland stepped into the shadow, he felt the breath of the undead on his chest, and the walking corpses around him were immediately frightened and retreated far away.
Roland had been hiding in the crowd before, so that the aura of the undead in this small black box was hidden by the aura of the living. Therefore, no one noticed that these zombies subconsciously did not want to get close to Roland.
And when he was far away from the crowd, this aura suddenly became obvious.
After glancing sideways at the retreating zombies, Roland stood in the sewer and generously took out the mark given to him by the professor.
Roland had already calculated the time and location of the next explosion when he wiped out the zombies just now, so without any consideration, he directly ordered——
"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction," Roland spoke, and whispered in an extremely gentle voice, "No. 3 and No. 4, detonate in five minutes; No. 14 to 16, detonate in fifteen minutes; No. 10.
From the 7th to the 19th, it will detonate in 16 minutes..."
"…and No. 2 will detonate in seventeen minutes."
After the order was completed, Roland took out the small black box from his arms and hung it behind the head of a zombie beside him who kept retreating in fear of him. It then roared with fear and moved forward slowly.
Then, Roland took out a bottle of medicine from the suitcase, reached out and pressed it gently, and poured all the medicine into his stomach.
"This is...the twenty-sixth."
After taking a look at the label on the potion, Roland threw it in the corner.
But he immediately seemed to think of something, sneered, took out No. 27 potion and poured one-third of it on the empty bottle of No. 26.
"Although I don't think there will be that kind of idiot, but you have to take some precautions, right?"
Roland murmured, tore a piece of paper from the notebook in his arms, scrawled something on it, and then pasted it on the forehead of the zombie who was screaming in pain and struggling.
Then Roland led the walking corpse to the end of the passage, skillfully pressed the switch and opened the secret door.
There have long been bored thieves on the forum who have mapped out the topography of the sewers in the City of Fortune. With the secret door detection feature, all kinds of secret doors and traps are naturally clearly marked.
Although some of the treasures inside had long been taken away by the thief, this could not conceal the value of this topographic map.
For example, the secret door in front of Roland leads directly to the bedroom of the undead on Rib Blade Street. If the timing is good, you can go in and steal some things when he is not at home.
Of course, on the other hand, it is not impossible to wait for him to do something when he is at home.
"Then, on the 26th, it will detonate in seventeen minutes and thirty seconds."
Just as Roland did these actions, another ten seconds passed. So strictly speaking, this walking zombie friend with a warm heart will detonate about forty seconds after No. 2 explodes.
If Roland remembers correctly, the person who drank No. 2 seemed to be called...Old Tom, right?
Roland sneered, stuck the body parts of the undead on the back of his head, and sent the walking corpse forward like a donkey with a carrot tied in front of him into the secret door. He closed the secret door and smashed the mechanism.
Then he took a second to adjust his expression, and walked happily towards the people outside who were nervously waiting for him.
"There's no danger here. Come in."
"It's great that you're okay."
Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed deeply that good people are indeed rewarded with good things.
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