Blood of Mercury

"Good morning, Kakarit."

When Kakarit finished his daily morning prayers and went out, he happened to see Helga sitting in the living room slowly eating breakfast.

It was three days ago that Marquis Saya was killed by the Man in the Iron Mask.

And yesterday, under the protection and auspices of Kakarite, the funeral of the marquis was completed quickly. After the farewell ceremony, his body was buried under a tree in the backyard of the Marquis House.

This is Helga's insistence. She insisted that the funeral be held as soon as possible, even if it was only attended by locals and nearby people. Helga insisted that the body of the Marquis of Saya be buried in the cemetery at home.

Both things are well understood. Marquis Saya's body was shattered, and his internal organs were almost turned into muddy water. This level of injury can only last for a few days at most, even if the corpse is preserved by magic. If he is not buried as soon as possible, his body will soon rot and swell, and he will completely lose the dignity of a nobleman. As a nobleman, Marquis Saya's body could not be buried in the mass graves outside the city no matter what. Even in order to accommodate his coffin, Kakarit and Helga even threw a pit in the backyard.

Because of the sanctity of the matter, no one other than the funeral director and blood relatives was allowed to do the work.

At that time, Kakarit already wanted to help Helga. But Helga is very persistent in helping, even if it's just to share some tasks. Considering Helga's feelings, Kakarit did not insist.

That's not a matter of digging a small hole. Even if a thin burial is chosen, at least a three-meter deep pit must be dug to ensure that the coffin will not rot due to rain. Even with Kakarit's help, a young child like Helga was wielding a shovel and digging the ground to bury his biological father or something. It's too cruel.

However, Helga did not complain at all.

a whole day. Helga pursed his lips tightly and waved his shovel. Not a word. Tears rolled in her blue eyes, which were filled with haze.

But at night, Kakarit heard the desperately suppressed cries faintly resounding in Helga's room. Three times he tried to visit, but in the end he didn't move.

After all, going to a room of the opposite **** late at night is not something a priest does. Although Helga is still a child, she is also a future Marquise. The responsibility she shoulders is already the standard of an adult. That being the case, there seems to be nothing wrong with treating her as an adult.

Under Kakarite's gaze, Helga grew rapidly.

Only two days had passed since the death of the marquis. The innocence in Helga's eyes almost burned out. The thick haze dyed her pure blue pupils, which were more beautiful than lake water, into a deep dark blue.

After the sun rose and the funeral began, Helga appeared in a dignified black mourning dress. The light black gauze skirt and the black belt around the waist made the teenage girl look a little charming.

Kakarit remembered Helga's reaction at the time.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with deep sadness and pain. But she didn't cry from the beginning to the end. Instead, those who had nothing to do with Marquis Saya cried sparsely.

They took Helga's hands, and rambled about the story of Marquis Saya's life, their memory of the Marquis and the sadness when he died. hands, sobbing. And Helga wanted to pat them on the back instead. To comfort them, they don't know who will comfort whom.

At the time, an absurd sense of dislocation left Kakarit at a loss for what to say.

But at the same time, there was another thing that Kakarit should not pay attention to.

When the funeral was held, Helga's neckline was decorated with a silver-white cross as an ornament.

This was Kakarit's gift to her on the night the Marquis died. It is attached with the magic of tranquility and tranquility, which can relieve her pain and nervousness and make it easier to fall asleep.

but. Helga also wore it at the funeral of the marquis. The meaning is different.

Because it was already close to dusk when the funeral was completely over, Kakarit did not ask Helga that night.

Helga was already quite tired. The exhaustion, pain, and grief almost completely overwhelmed her, and Kakarit felt that at least the poor child needed to be given some rest.

And now, Kakarit thinks it's time for him to ask the question

"Cross...?"

Helga swallowed the grilled fish slowly, and stared at Kakarit with those beautiful and charming dark blue eyes, and Kakarit felt a strange feeling at that time.

"Yes, Miss Helga. Of course, I'm not saying this behavior is wrong, but I think it's at least ill-considered..."

"No, no. It's just part of the deal."

Helga smiled slightly, raised his hands to support his chin, and squinted slightly at Kakarit who was gradually approaching, his long fluffy pink hair draped over his back.

A strand of curly pink hair fell from the temples, and Helga reached out and lifted it. That hair-twisting action was so charming that even Kakarit couldn't help but notice.

However, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Reverend."

Helga smiled slightly, and there was no sadness in his eyes, only a kind of stillness like stagnant water: "This is the deal between your **** and me."

"...Tutor?"

"Exactly."

Helga nodded slightly and admitted without shyness.

After thinking for a while, she said slowly: "According to the vague contract on the paper, I will hand over my complete loyalty to His Royal Highness Roland, assist him to completely destroy the beliefs of the old world, and pave the way for the return of the saint... In exchange for this A wish to choose one of two~www.wuxiaspot.com~a wish to choose one of two..."

A creepy ominous premonition sent a chill behind Kakarit's back.

His incomparably familiar divine power poured out from this familiar and even stranger girl in front of him. Although Helga traded with the mentor and sold his loyalty to Roland in the presence of the mentor, Kakarit was completely uneasy about her.

Where does this look like a priest? It's more like a believer of the devil!

...Although Kakarit also knew that the devil himself was a subordinate of the mentor. The concepts of "power at a price" and "sacrifice" belong to the authority of the teacher, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"Yes, choose one of the two."

Helga gave Kakarit a sweet smile: "Resurrect the father, or kill the murderer. A very fair deal." (To be continued.)

ps: The real title of this chapter: The pink hairs are all black when they are cut...