Blood of Mercury

"Do you remember when Cheskeoff left?"

Walking to Cheskeoff's room side by side with the little waiter, Hurland asked casually. ＋◆top＋◆point＋◆small＋◆say, x.

"I don't know," the little waiter spread out his hands helplessly, "I only found out that there was no one in their room more than an hour ago. I only know that they didn't go through the main entrance... Because I was always there before cleaning up the room. On duty at the door."

"That's not necessarily. Maybe they used invisible sorcery."

Harlan said with a chuckle.

So the little waiter was relieved: "Yes. Master wizard can do everything, so what's the point of hiding his figure."

"By the way, have you told your colleagues that Cheskeoff left without checking out?"

"No. I've been busy cleaning."

"Is that so..."

While talking, the two soon walked to Cheskeoff's room. The little waiter took out a long string of keys and opened the door.

Then he entered the room.

"It's too dark in here..."

The little waiter complained softly when she heard Miss Helland closing and locking the door behind her.

So he replied casually: "Do you need to turn on the light? The magic element lamp here is newly produced by the first factory. It will never leak magic dust and can be used with confidence."

But at this moment, he noticed that Miss Helland patted his shoulder lightly, and something hard and cold was placed on his neck, and the sharp blade even cut a small slit in his neck. .

"It's no longer needed."

"Wait, the honorable Miss Herlan Alexyevna. I don't know what I shouldn't know..."

The little waiter swallowed, his voice trembling.

But he wasn't finished yet. He was interrupted by "Miss Hurland" behind him.

"Lower your voice, don't do stupid things." Her sweet but icy voice came from behind the little waiter, "I'm a silver-ranked assassin. It only takes a blink of an eye to kill you."

"You...you..."

He shivered, unable to say a word.

But just when he was about to shout loudly, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

At that moment, he was almost out of his mind.

But at this moment, the voice of "Herland" came from behind, and he realized that he was not dead.

"If I were you, I'd give up on this stupid idea."

The voice that was colder than the blade of a knife came faintly in his ear.

A thought struck him like lightning—

"You... you are not Helland Alex..."

He wasn't finished yet. He heard the cold laughing voice behind him gradually become low: "Of course I am not."

Soon, the jeering turned into a man's voice.

The voice was hoarse like a whisper, with an almost insane quiver.

"I'm just a crazy guy...you can call me Orlando."

The little waiter's eyes suddenly widened.

"Crazy Orlando? The madman who burned the City of Fortune..."

Halfway through his words, he finally realized what he was talking about and quickly closed his mouth.

But it's too late. The madman behind him was already curious: "Oh? Am I so famous?"

"...There is a play based on your story in the theater. I went to see it with..."

Knowing the name of the crazy Orlando, the little waiter finally realizes that he can't escape.

In order to save his own life, he decided to follow the instructions of this lunatic honestly. But in order to protect his girlfriend, his voice suddenly became vague when he mentioned her name.

Fortunately, Mr. "Orlando" did not care about these details. He just laughed a few times, and then pulled the short knife from the neck of the little waiter. Instead, put it in his back.

"If you know my story...you should know that I can marry you even through your clothes," that madman's trembling voice was still low and steady, "what I want to know is very simple... "

He said here. Suddenly a long tone was played, and the voice became calm and unhurried.

"Orlando"'s icy dagger gently circled behind the little waiter, just enough to press down on the clothes. A slight deformation appeared on the skin of the small waiter's back.

The back of the little waiter was already soaked in cold sweat. As the short knife slowly slid across, cold traces penetrated his back like an illusion. Let him not dare to move. and felt numb to the bone.

"Do you now understand what I want?"

The vibrato in the "Orlando" voice behind him suddenly disappeared, and he was like whispering to a friend. Burying his head into the neck of the little waiter, he whispered in a very soft, very gentle voice.

But unfortunately - the little waiter didn't understand exactly what Orlando wanted. He just felt that this guy was a real lunatic.

"You... please say so."

"Okay, I just want to ask you one thing," Orlando paused, and this moment of silence even made the little waiter feel that his heart had beaten more than a thousand times, "Where is Cheskeoff's crystal ball?"

"It's broken. That crystal ball is really broken."

The little waiter lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "He is hiding in my room... I wanted to sell it, but..."

"Shut up. That's enough."

Orlando's very soft voice rang in his ears, but the little waiter couldn't help shivering.

"Listen. For the sake of the elder Lonely Mountain flowing in your body, I don't plan to hide it from you."

"Go upstairs directly to your own room after leaving this door. Don't say a word to anyone during this period, and keep your expression as normal as possible."

"And when you get into your room, lock the door from the inside. I'll go to the side of the hotel when I'm out of the hotel. You open the window and close it after you see me downstairs, repeat three times, and tell me about your room. s position."

"Then I'll crawl into your room and take the crystal ball. Remember?"

"Remember...but after that...I..."

The little waiter hesitated.

Orlando couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "What are you asking for?"

"The greatest happiness of mankind lies in ignorance."

"You know so much, and it's too arrogant to want to live in the same world as those who don't know anything?"

The little waiter couldn't help trembling: "But, if that's the case, why should I help you..."

"You are helping yourself."

Orlando's voice was low but firm.

"Think about your parents, your fiancée, and your friends in the city...think about them."

"You are the only one who knows me now, but if you are smart...I can't find them one by one."

Hearing this, the little waiter couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart.

But then, hope was quickly shattered into despair—

"—If you know me, you should know the city of wealth, right?"

"Do you know what happened to City of Fortune?"

Orlando's voice murmured in his ear, like a child telling a bedtime story.

The little waiter suddenly realized something and trembled uncontrollably.

"If Iron Curtain is detonated, not only your little girlfriend, the citizens of Iron Curtain, but also you will die."

"Magic dust will spread westward, and more than 100,000 square meters of land will be polluted by magic dust in the three countries of Caral, Fararo, and Titan, and will lose the ability to grow crops for a long period of time."

"What would a country that loses its food do... by the way, dead man."

"The country that collapses first will be Fararu. When all the plants on the lonely mountain die, the insects die out, and the animals die in batches, and Fararu, whose land is not very large, will lead to unprecedented disasters."

Orlando's whispers like the devil kept ringing in the ears of the little waiter: "The only countries adjacent to Farrao are Caral and the White Tower - so Farra can only invade Caral, who is also suffering."

"Queen Bansa has been waiting for Caral to fall into turmoil for a long time. The emperor of the Titan Empire is already aging, and his children are ambitious, and they will not ignore this opportunity to divert the attention of the people. Suze has no losses. There will definitely be a hand in it to suppress Banza and Caral.”

"In other words, several countries west of the White Tower and east of the Dead Sea will fall into unprecedented turmoil, with countless casualties."

"—and all this is caused by your talkativeness. People will want to find your body to be whipped and hanged after you die. But they can't find it. So they will only be vicious on your crown. Written: Here lies a nameless, hateful inn-waiter, the fuse of war, the source of the deaths of hundreds of thousands, may he be tormented in **** forever after his death—"

"...Enough! Enough! I won't tell anyone!"

With Orlando's whispers, images of destruction and despair flashed in front of the little waiter's eyes one by one~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His voice trembled and almost collapsed.

Orlando chuckled softly and put away the dagger, not afraid of him running away or shouting.

This level is quite sufficient. Even he felt that he was doing something superfluous.

Outlaw traits are no joke.

He pulled the little waiter's shoulder slowly but firmly, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"Don't cry. My little hero, you will stop the war, won't you?"

"Remember - the lives of all people in this city, and the future of the three nations of Caral, Fararo, and Titan are now in your hands."

A malicious smile appeared on the face of "Miss Helland", elegant and beautiful, full of blood.

"Then let's trade... your life for theirs."

"Would you change or not?" (To be continued..)