Blood of Mercury

A strange aroma mixed with honey and walnuts slowly floated out from the big hole between Earl Orwell's chest and abdomen, and gradually drifted in the air. After Roland smelled and recognized the smell, he was startled.

After about a few seconds, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"It's...interesting."

Roland has gradually come to his senses.

No wonder Roland had a sense of sight just now.

This aroma is one of the characteristics of the light of running fire, but the purity is not very high. If it was the pure flaming light that Roland used, it would smell like a burning candle when it came into contact with the air.

According to Roland's experience, since it will turn into this color, it is probably a high concentration of charm potion or dragon power potion - and Roland sees Orwell's state, and he feels that it may be the former.

After smelling this iconic aroma, Roland finally remembered where he had seen such a person. Body bomb.

It is the city of wealth.

No, it is somewhat inaccurate to say that I have seen it. At that time, Roland gave a bottle of Flaming Light to a stupid homeless man named Old Tom. After he entered the water prison, Roland detonated his body. The Flaming Light in his body would be destroyed without any fighting. The water dungeon surrounded by guards was blown up, along with the Tilance Dam.

If Roland hadn't seen the scene when he exploded, or he should have realized it when he was attacked by the Earl of Orwell.

In other words, the person who wanted to frame Roland must have a considerable understanding of Roland's methods.

But because of this, Roland felt frightened—

Is it a coincidence or intentional to frame Roland in this way?

If it was intentional, did he already know Roland's identity?

And if it was just a coincidence that he used Orlando's method to deal with Roland... What purpose did he want to achieve by using Orlando's method to blame Roland?

Don't say anything, think of going together - compared to the light of the fire, the professor has a dozen inventions that can achieve better results and have a lower price.

At that time, the reason why Roland used the Light of Flowing Fire instead of other things was just because Roland had no money.

At that time, the professor handed over this box of flaming light to Roland in order to collect experimental data. In fact, Roland didn't know why the professor was so generous and gave Roland a whole box of flaming light.

Originally Roland only wanted three. Even only two streams of fire lights are necessary. The rest can be replaced with ordinary **.

Under normal circumstances, the light of the fire is still used to pollute the water source or create the fire and debris flow, or it is used to cooperate with the heavy rain spell. Even if it is diluted, it is too wasteful to use it to assassinate a person.

There are very obvious traces of imitation in this incident. And there's almost nothing to hide.

What Roland didn't know was that the man behind the scenes wanted to warn Roland that he already knew Roland's secret. Still want to draw Roland's attention to Orlando.

Either way, it is worth Roland's vigilance.

Whether it is malicious against Roland or against Orlando, it will eventually gather on Roland. And those malicious acts against Orlando were even more troublesome, because Orlando was already dead, and Roland had no position to speak for Orlando at all.

Throwing the pot on the speechless dead man. It has been a skill that humans have been good at since ancient times.

So, who exactly...is the professor? No, not possible.

Even if this is the light of the flames, Roland is very sure that it is impossible for the professor to use such a rude trick. For him, the thought of trying to frame others is an insult in itself.

In the view of an alchemist, nothing is more wasteful and outrageous than thinking outside of creation. That is an insult to human intellect, an evil that reduces human thinking to the same level as the predation of beasts.

If you just follow your instincts to fight and plunder, there is nothing noble at all. This is one of the reasons why alchemists hate wizards.

Wait, there seems to be another possibility...

A certain inspiration flashed in Roland's mind. But before Roland could capture it, the sharp pain in his chest interrupted Roland's thinking.

Roland looked down and found two crossbow arrows shining with faint green light embedded in his chest.

"Children's stuff...that's ridiculous."

Roland chuckled lightly, reached out and pulled the arrows out of his chest, and threw them aside as if nothing had happened. I hope that the arrows of this design, which are very easy to break in the body when pulled out, are forcibly spit out under the squirming of mercury.

After the arrow left Roland's body, Roland's flesh and blood began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, tentacle-like mercury entangled and bulged at the wound, and even the clothes grew.

Immediately, frightened by this abnormality, the gathered guards suddenly stopped their progress.

The druid's mysterious and powerful impression has long been planted in the hearts of the Caral people. Although most people don't know what druids can do. But this does not affect their imagination.

And Roland's speed of recovery from fatal injuries and his complete disregard for the specificity of toxins made these people very clearly realize that Roland was definitely not a novice.

For a time, facing a black-robed druid. The guards of the Earl's House couldn't help but feel empty.

Just looking at him from a distance, that kind of coercion was enough to make their legs numb, their fingertips cold, and their hearts beating violently.

They have not forgotten what the black robe Druid represents.

If the Earl committed any serious crime, they would undoubtedly be following the crime if they rushed up at this time, and they would enjoy the same punishment as Earl Orwell.

As for Orwell's punishment... just look at the ground.

However, they just want to quit. The housekeeper was watching from behind, but couldn't get out.

Immediately, the two sides fell into a stalemate.

But at this moment, Roland suddenly heard two superimposed exclamations: "Dad!"

not good!

In an instant, an alarm bell sounded in Roland and the guards' hearts at the same time.

Orwell's two children will undoubtedly break the current deadlock. Although Roland felt that they should not be able to stop him... But just in case.

After a little hesitation, Roland decided to take two steps back, avoiding Earl Orwell's body first.

"Everyone, calm down...you see who I am first."

Roland was very calm, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "I just arrived, and your colleagues saw me before... That's right, you are right."

For a time, all the guards turned their attention to the guard who led the way for Roland.

"Yes, but..."

He retorted hesitantly.

But before he could have any reaction, Roland replied lightly: "It's nothing good but. That's the way it is, I'm innocent."

"I think ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I need to explain this to you... Otherwise, I can just walk away. Can you still catch me?"

Roland's sincere tone raised the credibility of his words by several levels.

That's right. Because that's what it is.

For a time, those guards showed obvious hesitation.

If the commander ordered it now, there is even a high probability that these guards would not be able to execute the order.

"Why can't you catch up?"

An old and smiling voice sounded behind Roland.

The moment he spoke, Roland sensed his existence. A needle-like sense of crisis quickly swept from the back to the spine, and Roland's face suddenly changed--

The next moment, Roland felt something splashed on him. A liquid that was colder than the cold wind from the north, wrapped in a bone-piercing icy cold, sprinkled on Roland's body! (To be continued.)