Blood of Mercury

The surgery was a success.

Roland tightened his hood and looked at old Joseph—or better to call him now, Joseph—who opened his eyes again.

There was peace in his streaked face, old and young. Those sharp, mirror-like eyes just a few minutes ago had completely lost their luster.

Without the viciousness, the madness, and the terrifying gaze that always seemed to yearn for something to grow out of Roland, Joseph's face became much more ordinary.

If his wrinkled and smooth face had a nightmarish dread before, it now has at best the hilariousness of a make-up actor.

"Joseph, good afternoon. How are you feeling?"

"Good afternoon, Lord Orlando."

Joseph listlessly greeted Roland: "It feels terrible."

"You should be thankful, Joseph," Roland could only see the corners of his mouth rising slightly from under Roland's hood that covered most of his face, "this operation has a chance of turning you into a fool."

"I feel pretty much the same now."

"Maybe."

Roland's eyes penetrated the shadows and stared at Joseph's eyes tightly: "I want to ask something. You may be able to understand...or you can say better yourself?"

"As you wish, Lord Orlando."

Joseph looked at Roland with a tired and calm look.

"I didn't betray you. I just wanted a higher status."

"If I talk about faith, I may be more pious now and maybe... There is nothing warmer and calmer than sleep."

Joseph answered succinctly.

"Lord Orlando, I killed Kluveen. Claudia may also be in danger. I don't want to do anything right now. Kill me if you're angry, I want to see the Dormant Master right now."

"No, you can't die yet, Joseph."

Roland shook his head and rejected him in a low voice.

"I'll put you to sleep. But not now. I still need you."

Roland repeated in a low voice over and over again.

"So Joseph, do you remember your wish now? Do you still have motivation? Do you still want to fight?"

"Remember... but it's no use. There's nothing left."

Joseph moved his lips, as if trying to pull out a smile, but clearly failed: "Lord Orlando...I used to think you were worth taking away from me by making me a sword. A...killing machine. But now... I'm a piece of shit."

"Waste or waste, your value is to live."

Roland narrated in an almost ruthless tone, as if expounding the truth: "If you want eternal sleep, I will give it to you; you want affection. I will also give it back to you. But not now."

"If you keep your feelings, it's too easy for you to kill yourself. As long as I'm not by your side, you will lose all your life once you enter the battle. Let alone the origin of awakening, it is impossible to enter the golden stage."

"Right now, all you have to do is live. When the time is right, I will heal you with Singing Innocent."

Joseph just shook his head silently.

Roland looked at him. It was also a complicated sigh.

In fact, he once wanted to make old Joseph a death crow.

In the early days of the plague revival, Roland's manpower will inevitably be insufficient. The old Joseph, who had considerable experience in underground work, was supposed to be his right and left hand, but now Roland has been deprived of his feelings because of his self-initiated martyrdom.

Roland actually hated this operation very much.

But martyrs are too precious.

And not only Joseph, other martyrs Roland will find a way to gather them here.

In order to prevent these unstable beings that explode with a poke like a balloon fish from consuming his power in some small scenes, Roland may use this method to seal them up in the future.

Those martyrs who have the potential to awaken the origin will become human-shaped resurrection coins, and the martyrs who are destined to be unable to awaken the origin, Roland will use them to return their feelings with harmless chant, and let them rush. Go out and blow yourself up.

the only difficulty. It's about their loyalty after they get back their relationship.

"Actually, you don't need to worry about Claudia."

Roland opened his mouth and said softly: "She is the saint who was personally selected by the tutor. Our attack will not be able to hurt her directly or indirectly."

"But the blade shield can. Gravity is even better."

Joseph's cold answer made Roland's pupils shrink instantly.

Roland had a very clear idea of ​​how terrifying power a silver-ranked martyr could unleash at the cost of an arm, even better than Joseph himself.

Combined with Roland's understanding of Kluveen, he immediately understood what happened before.

True, Claudia couldn't have been injured by any attack from the Dormant Mentor's followers, but sadly neither Claudia nor Kluveen knew about it.

As long as Kluveen abandons Claudia, maybe both of them will survive. At least nothing could happen to Claudia.

And Kluveen, in a ridiculous spirit of self-sacrifice, throws Claudia out or knocks her up with a shield—and underestimate him. Kluveen might even be stupid enough to throw Claudia with the spin of the blade shield.

In the damage saving list of the Holy Maiden, there is no immunity to falling damage.

"...Damn, I have to find An Ruosi."

Roland gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran out in the direction of An Ruosi going up the mountain.

Now Roland has no time at all.

In case Claudia dies. The tutor will inevitably choose a saint again.

If the Holy Maiden appears next to Roland again this time, the probability is enough for Roland to play the lottery.

You know, the belief in saints has no geographical restrictions. There are not many qualifications to become a saint, and Roland is completely unsure whether the next saint will appear in Elcate or Suze.

No matter where it was, Roland didn't have time to develop a relationship with her.

The Holy Maiden has the absolute right to sanction within. If Roland couldn't tie the Holy Maiden to his chariot, he would leave himself a huge hidden danger.

so. Claudia must not die.

Even if An Ruosi dies, or even Joseph dies, Claudia must not die!

"Joseph, don't use it! Wait for me to come back!"

Roland threw off the last sentence, and started the charge in the direction An Ruosi left, turning into a black lightning and rushing to the top of the mountain.

But when Roland had just rushed out less than 500 meters, he stopped charging, and his running speed gradually slowed down.

Because he saw An Ruosi, Claudia, who had a broken left arm on her back, was walking towards him with difficulty.

"Ah! Mr. Roland!"

When An Ruosi saw Roland, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put Claudia on the ground.

"Please... quickly treat Miss Crowley..." An Ruosi gasped, raised his head and looked at Roland with a distressed expression, "Uncle Kluveen... can't find... ...detecting humanoids can't find him, I'm afraid he has..."

"You take a rest first."

Roland patted An Ruosi's shoulder gently, turned and squatted down in front of Claudia.

But the moment he turned his back, Roland's mouth had an icy arc.

He saw it. There is a light black rune on the second knuckle of An Ruosi's left index finger.

- That's proof of a deal with the devil.

Roland dared to swear that just before An Ruosi went up the mountain, he didn't have this thing in his hands.

The devil will never do business at a loss.

But Roland could see that An Ruosi didn't lose anything.

In other words, An Ruosi exchanged something other than himself for the support of the devil?

So, apart from Roland, is there anything he has to sell?

If this is what Edward did... Then, Roland seems to have some guesses about this guy who has many enemies of Kabbalah.

"By the way, Mr. Roland," behind Roland, An Ruosi seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked, "Although there is still plenty of time, why don't we go directly to the White Tower? It happens that Miss Crowley also needs Investigate about her brother."

ha?

Hearing An Ruosi's last sentence, Roland almost laughed.

An Ruosi's flaw is too stupid...

Not to mention An Ruosi's abnormal attitude towards Macken and Kluveen, the last sentence alone is problematic~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After all, from An Ruosi's point of view, he is not at all Should have known Edward had a problem with this—

Roland turned his back to An Ruosi, his expression suddenly stunned.

No... What if An Ruosi was afraid that Roland would not find the marks on his fingers and deliberately exposed his flaws?

The purpose was to remind Roland that there was something wrong with him.

"...Ah, okay."

Roland replied casually, pressing his right finger lightly on Claudia's forehead, his lips moved slightly, and he silently sang the harmless chant.

The corners of his mouth gradually raised.

Things seem to be getting interesting—(To be continued.)

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