After eating a simple breakfast, Zana moved his body a few times and was ready to walk out of the room and start today's work.
But as soon as he opened the door, he felt something falling through the crack in the door and falling on the back of his hand. It was as wet as water droplets. At first, he thought it was rain, so he didn't take it to heart. After all, it was late at night.
At that time, he could still clearly hear the patter of rain.
But when he wanted to wipe his hands, he saw that the color in his hands was actually red and a little thick, and Zana's body started to tremble.
'Blood?'
'Someone died around here last night?'
'Someone is taking advantage of the sound of heavy rain to kill people near here!'
Immediately, his brain automatically emerged with the most likely answer.
In this dark alley, in addition to ordinary poor people, there are also several groups of low-level gangs.
Although those guys are not very capable, they are more than cruel!
It is not impossible for them to go on a killing spree for a few gold coins and fight for territory on a rainy night when the rain is pouring.
After some hesitation, Zana slowly opened the door and tilted his head slightly, wanting to observe the situation outside.
What caught the eye was the blood-red color on the ground. The bumpy road looked like a pool of water, and a lot of blood had accumulated there.
A thin stream of blood stretched from the entrance to the end of the alley. Even the houses were stained a lot, as if someone had painted them all with blood, making them look particularly permeable.
??
What the hell is this?
Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, Zana felt very puzzled.
He couldn't figure out where so much blood came from!
According to common sense, even if all the people in the alley were added together, it would be impossible to shed so much blood.
He moved his eyes to the neighbors' houses around him. In the past, he had already started running out to brag and spank, but he didn't see any of them. Only the shadow moving in the crack of the door proved that there were still people inside.
This made him feel a chill down his spine, and he had the urge to close the door immediately!
After hesitating for a while, he opened his eyes and thought of a possibility: 'Is it possible that the Principality of Marton has been subjugated? Last night, someone took advantage of the heavy rain to break into the royal capital overnight, and the country was subjugated on the spot. Now,
There's a massacre going on outside, so that's why so much blood was shed?'
Thinking of this, he focused his eyes, pressed his body against the wall, and quietly moved out of the alley. If it was really what he thought, then he would have to run away in advance before anyone cared about this remote alley!
"Gulu..."
As he continued to approach the exit of the alley, Zana could not help but swallow. He felt that his heart began to accelerate under the influence of nervousness, and the gaps in the doors and windows of the houses in the alley were constantly projected to observe.
gaze.
‘Everyone is watching me!’ he suddenly thought.
Zana even vaguely saw a large group of gangsters lying on the roof of a certain house, secretly looking at him.
'Boy, you have a bright future, you are very brave!'
Zana felt like he read the meaning of the gaze of one of the bald men.
When his head was about to move out of the alley, he vaguely heard subtle footsteps outside, which was completely different from the lively scene during the day!
Subconsciously I wanted to shrink my head.
But driven by courage, he still didn't do that. Instead, he stretched his head out and looked around.
There were no pedestrians in the empty streets, and there were no corpses on the ground as Zana had expected.
There was only an old man sweeping the floor, and the scarlet blood rippled as he continued to sweep. Along with the abnormally quiet scene around him, Zana felt a little nervous...
After some ideological struggle, Zana moved over step by step, and timidly asked the old man in the gentlest tone of his life: "Old man, what happened in the capital yesterday? Why is there no passerby?"
Hearing the sound, the old man turned his back to him, and the figure sweeping the floor suddenly stopped. He slowly looked at Zana like a rusty machine, and replied in a lifeless hoarse voice: "It's nothing, it's just the rain.
The color is a bit weird…”
The syllables of each word were drawn out extremely long, as if they were drilled out slowly. Combined with the blood around them and the old man's withered face, they couldn't help but reveal an extremely terrifying atmosphere, which made Zana's hair stand on end.
"This...is so...it turns out that the blood is just rain..."
Licking his tongue, Zana showed an extremely forced smile. The old man in front of him gave him a chilling feeling.
Just when he was about to retreat, the old man raised his eyelids slightly, as if he remembered something again, and added: "Oh, by the way! This bloody rain is said to be related to...well...a certain poignant love.
The story is related. I heard that it seems to be a gift from God. Maybe you can go to the location at the end of the street to find out. It is said to be very touching. A large group of little girls were crying there..."
?????
Zana was immediately taken aback, not understanding what the other person's words meant.
Judging from his poor knowledge, what connection can there be between the tragic love story and the bloody rain?
How could it be related to God’s gift? Shouldn’t this be classified as a sign of great misfortune and divine punishment?
With doubtful thoughts, he began to walk towards the location mentioned by the old man. He also encountered some sparse crowds along the way, but everyone looked cautious or confused, and they obviously didn't understand what was going on.
It didn't take him long to see a large group of people gathered at the end of the street. And among the crowd, it was just as the old man said. There were a large group of girls crying there. Don't say they were so sad. They were all crying.
They were still discussing, which made Zana very confused.
In confusion, Zana leaned his ear closer, wanting to listen carefully to what they were talking about...
As soon as I heard it, I was hooked!
Don't tell me, Duke summoned dozens of poets, storytellers, and orators. The stories he compiled were not only gorgeous and beautiful in words, but also used a lot of depressing plots through brainstorming, making the development of the story even more twists and turns and fascinating.
.
Principality of Marton: the number one poor man, Principality of Marton; the number one rich girl who needs help from a noble family in a poor family, Principality of Yal: got engaged to the heroine after helping her family a lot, mainly responsible for making soy sauce and
The cuckolded noble male number two.
With the hard work of dozens of people, the three formed a complete story chain!
Not only does it describe in detail the complicated emotions between the male and female protagonists due to their unexpected acquaintance, but it also describes in an extremely obscure way the intricate troubles of their respective families, as well as the various injustices and contradictions in the world.
For example, if you are cuckolded by someone, you still choose the second male lead who says, "Of course I'll forgive her!"
Finally, the male protagonist was embellished and died on the spot under the insidious blow of the second male lead, which was like beating a mandarin duck with a stick. Coupled with the bloody scene caused by the heroine's suicide, it is not said to be unprecedented, but it is at least one of the top three in the industry.
advanced level.
Zana, who lives in this era of lack of entertainment and has really no knowledge, was caught on the spot!
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‘The love story between the common man Mark and the rich girl Evelo??’
“The love-hate entanglements of several families??”
‘There is also a fiancé who is a nobleman from the Principality of Yal who specializes in spreading hatred??’
‘What’s more important is that both the male and female protagonists are deadlocked. Could it be that this is a magical version of Titanic + Romeo and Juliet???’
Drinking the vegetable soup in front of her and watching the maids not far away crying and having a heated discussion, Orshiga tilted her head, feeling that it was a bit interesting.
Judging from the plot of the story, whether it is on the earth or in another world, the tastes of the people are almost the same.
The only problem is that I don’t know what evil the heroine’s fiancé did in his previous life. Someone robbed his wife, and he tried to get her back, but he still got scolded and was tied to a pillar of shame.
Even Orshika, a wicked person, had not thought clearly about the reason behind this.
Perhaps, this is the meaning of licking a dog and not dying a good death.
Then he really didn't expect that his random behavior would make Jim realize the routine of public opinion war. Presumably in a few days, the story he just made up would spread throughout the country and arouse the hatred of the lower classes against the Principality of Yal.
emotions.
It was considered a small favor to Jem, although he didn't feel that way himself.
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After eating, Orshika said to the housekeeper who was standing next to her, about twenty-five years old, with beautiful appearance, perfect body, and a serious expression: "Go and prepare a carriage for me. I want to go out for a walk today."
visit."
Hearing that Orshiga was about to go out, the housekeeper was stunned for a moment before replying:
"Okay, sir."
Since she was transferred here, she has never seen Orshiga go out, and even rarely communicates with other people. In her observation, although Orshiga has a very good temperament and appearance,
He is extremely outstanding, but he feels as if he is out of tune with the world and has never cared about the outside world.
Even the visit of Crown Prince Jem in person did not make him have the slightest nervous reaction. On the contrary, as the crown prince, Jem was a little reserved, which puzzled her. However, she also knew that many things were not her responsibility, so she
Never asked.
It may sound a bit unsatisfactory, but in the past two or three months, all she knew about Orshiga, the master she served, was only his name and general behavioral habits. Other than that,
There is nothing else.
Even the origin and specific name are not known.
It can only be said that it is better than strangers!
Fortunately, although Orshiga has a cold temperament, she has a very good temper. She never gets angry with anyone, even if the other person's behavior is very rash, and she never cares about anything.