Blood of Mercury

"If the Cuizhi River goes further east... this should be Richero."

Duoduo's bright red pupils trembled slightly, and murmured, "I don't know what Mr. Roland is going to do."

It has been a week since he accepted Roland's order from Farina without hesitation and traveled east to spread the plague.

He made full use of the advantages of his undead, and did not stop for half a minute along the way. Therefore, although his speed was not fast, he took time to spread the plague on all the cities he passed, but he did not delay much time.

He pulled his hood down, covering most of his face, and walked towards Richero's city gate.

And when Duoduo was about to approach here, he clearly felt that the atmosphere here seemed a little wrong.

Not about the silence or the chaos here, but the sadness on the faces of the people here.

They kept their voices low even when they spoke, and there was almost no smile on their faces, and some were fleeting. A solemn heaviness pervaded the city.

This feeling is actually quite strange. It was as if the surrounding colors had faded into black and white, and the sound had become indistinct. At this moment, Richero gave the illusion that he had fallen into an illusion.

But if they were enslaved by the lords here and suffered, there was no haze of humiliation on their faces, and there was no emptiness and despair in their eyes. To say the least, that feeling is closer to the unforgettable sadness of the death of a loved one.

But why are so many people so sad? Is it because the lord here is dead?

...then he is really popular.

Just when Duoduo was in a tangled state, he suddenly felt that he had bumped into someone.

It was a man wearing a leather armor. A short man with a dagger at his waist. He has neat short brown hair and an expressionless face. The eyes are obediently lowered, and he is an ordinary person who looks completely unremarkable.

Duoduo's heart jumped.

What made him vigilant was. Before he actually bumped into it, he was completely unaware that there was someone in front of him. This person is like a black hole, and there is nothingness in the range of perception. It is impossible to notice him with the naked eye.

In terms of a lot of perception attributes, it is absolutely impossible for a stalker below the silver rank to approach him to this level.

This is by no means something ordinary stalkers can do.

For a person who controls shadows and stealth to such a degree, if he only stalks and is not good at assassination, Duoduo can almost laugh out loud.

Shadow dancer...

Duoduo frowned slightly.

This is the only stalker who has mastered the way of the shadows to such an extent.

On the road to assassination, the only shadow dancer is a branch of the profession that specializes in stealth and shadow tricks. What appeared in front of Duoduo's eyes was a shadow dancer who was also silver at the last time, and may even have reached the golden level.

How could such a small city have such a strong man?

"Excuse me, how many are you?"

Looking at Duoduo's gaze, the man who looked completely unremarkable lowered his eyes. Muttered in an indistinct voice: "Your mentor asked me to take you to a place. Please prepare your normal attire a little...don't reveal your identity."

Suddenly, Duoduo suddenly realized.

It seems that this person is the meeting person arranged for him by His Royal Highness Roland.

So much so, he simply took off his hood neatly and followed behind the man, obediently not saying a word, and keeping his back straight.

Suddenly, Duoduo changed from a stooped, gloomy dwarf priest who couldn't see his expression clearly to a cute boy with a somewhat indifferent expression. Although more eyes were attracted, there was no more malicious and suspicious eyes.

obviously. Even if this man has the authority to enter Richero directly with Duoduo bypassing the faction detection gate at the door, they are easily blocked by other inspectors according to Duoduo's weird costumes.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened along the way. Soon the two bypassed the crowd and walked into a deserted alley.

"That... sir?" At this moment, Duoduo finally couldn't help but ask. "Has something happened to the city? Is the lord dead?"

"more than."

The man walking in front of Duoduo didn't stop, didn't even have the intention to turn his head, just muttered in front: "It's not just him who died. Lord Marquis is also dead... Something very serious happened here before. Accident. Many people died."

The man spoke in a distinct Carrish dialect. The thick nasal voice made his voice very vague, and the overall word order was somewhat upside down. It was very difficult to understand every word in his words.

So I paused for a while. After digesting the content of the words, he opened his mouth and asked, "What kind of accident? Who caused it? How big is it? Is there anything to pay attention to?"

"It was the big explosion caused by the cultists and the mass slaughter that followed. Count the missing people in the early stage. The dead were close to 1,000, and the murderer was a tall man with an iron mask and a Kalar military-style slashing sword. ."

After the man walking in front of Duoduo finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and stared at Duoduo with those seemingly empty and cold light brown pupils. Whenever his pupils trembled, he reminded Duoduo of the snakes standing up and the cheetahs lurking—this level of ominousness and danger.

"Remember. The eldest lady's father, the beloved Marquis of Saya, was killed by the man in the iron mask. When you see them later, remember not to mention this."

The man's voice was cold and soft, more like a whisper than a threat or exhortation. But Duoduo felt a cold and sharp breath slowly sliding against his skin, which made him feel horrified.

For the first time dealing with such an outstanding assassin, Duoduo said that he was under a lot of pressure.

but……

"Marquis of Saya? The poet Marquis?"

Faced with so many questions, the assassin pursed his lips and nodded silently.

Is he actually here? ! Is it because of persecution?

A lot of surprises.

He also knows some inside information. I heard that there is a very serious problem within the Druid sect. It is said that the nature of the problem is quite serious. The accusation of betrayal has already been passed at the meeting of sages. In this case, no matter what status these people had in the past, once they were caught, they would be punished by crucifixion.

The sinners who were nailed to the cross, their souls will not enter the underworld and the kingdom of God, nor will they wander in the world. Their souls will remain crucified at the moment of death. If the wooden cross is cut into pieces, they will pay for the pain of the soul being cut, and the pain will be permanent.

Duoduo himself is also a believer, so he naturally knows what kind of cruel energy the believers will burst out in the face of apostasy heresy.

Heresies are far more hateful than heretics. If the poet Marquis was exiled for this reason, it seems that his death was not simply "killed by the heretics".

But, that's enough so far. Duoduo didn't want to know too much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Compared with this matter, he cared more about Roland's plan and not because of Richello's turmoil—

"Too... Right, it's the first time we meet."

At this moment, Duoduo heard a gentle and gentle male voice, and Duoduo raised his head to see a middle-aged man with a shining soul on the second floor of the Marquis Mansion, smiling and standing beside the railing and looking at him.

And behind him, a girl with long pink curly hair like a puppet sitting quietly on a chair also looked over, showing the same gorgeous smile as Roland.

"First meeting, Toto. Let me introduce myself, I'm Helga."

The girl got up gracefully, gave Duoduo a shallow salute, and then continued: "Helga Saya. The daughter of the Marquis of Saya in the past, the Marquis of Saya today, and the future Queen of Caral."

Duoduo's mouth twitched slightly.

He felt that he seemed to be involved in some trouble. (To be continued.)