Blood of Mercury

Roland didn't know how the inheritance of the long-sleeping mentor existed in that foreigner.

He only knew that Farina killed him and took everything from him - and she just wanted his property.

The stranger was a priest after all. So it's no big deal that Alina's behavior goes a little too far. After all, priests in Caral don't enjoy citizenship, and even if they are killed, no one will come to ask for trouble.

This is the wild land, the country abandoned by the gods, and the Karal with all kinds of sins. Whether it is the priest of the good **** or the priest of the evil god, once you cross the border of Fararu and enter Kalar, it means giving up all hope.

The large mysteries arranged by the three patriarchs are here. Once all the clerics enter the borders of Caral, the daily recovery of divine grace will drop by three times, and the vision of the gods will be completely cut off from the moment they enter. Not to mention an apologist, even if a pope entered Caral himself, the gods would never be able to give him half of his divine power.

The tragedy of Marco is not just an isolated case. Many gods smuggled their missionaries into the territory of Caral to preach in the mountains, wanting to eat fruit from this vast and uncultivated land.

Even if the priests who became priests from Caral won't be restricted by three times the divine grace after entering here, their prayers to the gods are still inaudible. The result is like Marco - the moment a silver-level priest talks to the gods outside, the gods know what they know, think, and ask, and inside the enchantment, the gods can't even know their own priest level.

So Roland had been suspicious from the beginning.

Claude personally entered a dangerous place like Caral just to accompany Claudia? Stop making trouble, three silver-rank priests in Caral are not as effective as a bronze-rank mercenary. Maybe for some reason, the priest's identity will be exposed and then he will be killed by Caral's ignorant people.

And speaking of Marco—they couldn't have foreseen that they would run into the South Wind Ring, which was experimenting, before they set off. And in the face of Mark, the priest is not so effective.

If Roland guessed correctly, one of the meanings of Claude's existence lies in the former Xerkesafin gang.

You know, the goddess of war has coveted the title of Lord of Violence for a long time.

... not right!

Roland frowned. He finally remembered what he had neglected.

Even if he didn't lead the way, how could an apologist who can unfold the incarnation of the gods be so easily killed by the Shadow Pterodactyl? But Claudia and he did disappear from everyone's eyes...

But the question is, are the two of them really dead?

Kluveen should indeed be dead - Roland has already remembered who he is.

In the wealthy city of Caral, when players choose to join the Blood Axe Club, they will occasionally hear their boss Blood Knight drinking a pot of Farraro's spirits on a rainy night and whispering in a low voice: "K. Brother Luvien..."

If you go to talk to him at this time, and your reputation is high to a certain level, the blood knight will drink the wine in the pot together with the player. If the physique is higher than 5, and the blood knight's wine is not drunk, you will get a buff "Kluveen's special spirit" that lasts for a whole day. gains a +1 bonus.

The first player to complete this task at the time also got a dark blue throwing axe "Kluveen's Relic". In that era before the White Tower collapsed, a dark blue-level long-range weapon obtained from such a simple task caused quite a stir on the forum.

Since Kluveen is dead, then Markan should also be dead. But looking back from here, who killed the two of them?

Or, if they were wiped out, how did Edward know that his sister was killed by the Shadow Wyvern—and the Ring of the South Wind?

Roland tightened his black robe and walked silently to the mule hotel.

It doesn't feel good to be quietly entangled in some conspiracy. It was like lighting a dim yellow oil lamp in a cold wine cellar and reading a book quietly, the shadows wrapped around, entangled, and gradually suffocated his body like a snake.

A cold light gradually flashed in his bottomless black pupils like an abyss.

Goddess of War? Lord of Violence? Farina? Ring of the South Wind? The Cross?

"Whoever it is... it's better not to mess with me."

Roland murmured, passing the mule tied to the door as a signboard and stepping into the familiar and unfamiliar mule hotel.

Strange to say, no matter it was the black-skinned mule who wanted to kick anyone he saw, not only did he not show his aggressiveness when he saw Roland, but instead he wanted to get close to him.

The Mule's reaction was immediately seen by the innkeeper, a mountain resident whose cheeks were a little red. His long brown-red beard trembled involuntarily, and before Roland came to him, he got up and saluted very respectfully:

"Lord Witherer, good day."

As soon as he said these words, the people who came and went in the hotel instantly quieted down, and then quietly retreated to the surroundings.

Just kidding, those are the withered ones. After killing people, just add a sentence to the report, "The deceased XXX broke into the battlefield during the cleaning process, and was killed on the spot by the withered XXX because the enemy was unknown" and nothing would happen.

In big cities, the blighter doesn't have to be taken away by the guards even if he kills a baron in the street. In a town like Ram, three blighters hold a meeting and sign a document to decide to implement a "complete cleanup."

If you hear something you shouldn't listen to, turn around and get silenced, these hotel guys can't even shout grievances.

...As expected, this is still the case here.

Roland looked at the reaction of everyone in the hotel, and showed a somewhat nostalgic expression.

This mountaineer boss is more savvy than his cheeks flushed from his daily alcoholism suggest.

In Caral, a place where several druids pass by from time to time, if they accidentally offend those druids who like to travel in casual clothes, they don't know how to die.

So the businessman came up with a sly little idea - he tied a grumpy mule to the door, and it would want to kick him every time he passed by.

But in case any druid wants to come in, affected by the heart of nature, the usually grumpy mule will calm down and become intimate. Through this, he can see the identity of the guest who is about to enter the door, so that he will not be rude.

"A little clever, mountain people." Although Roland felt a little relieved when he saw what he missed, his voice was still cold and majestic, "However, in order to keep the mule's character so irritable, you haven't fed it, right? ."

Boss Shanmin's flushed cheeks suddenly turned white.

With a thud, he immediately knelt in front of Roland, who was half a head shorter than himself. The whole body trembled, and even the voice trembled: "Please spare your life, Lord Wither!"

He realized he had forgotten something.

In addition to being disrespectful to the Druids, cruelty to animals and burning forests and fishing are considered serious crimes in Caral. And the ordinary criminal department has no right to intervene, and the Druid who discovered it decides the sentencing himself.

If it's a guardian, an equalizer, or even a shapeshifter, at most they can only announce punishment. After they leave, they ask the executor for mercy. Generally speaking, there won't be any big problems.

After all, they are all people in a small place. They can't see when they look up, and if they don't need to do things, they naturally won't do too much.

But being discovered by the withered is different. This group of black-robed guys is different from the white-robed druids who teach the townspeople and help with planting and domestication. They are pure murderers.

The person they killed the most was naturally the priest. There is no reason for the withered to kill the priest. Whether it is the evil **** or the good god, as long as the priest is discovered by the withered person, he will definitely not get a good death.

In addition to priests, there are believers who secretly believe in gods within the borders of Caral, and the result of being discovered is also a death.

In addition to these two situations, all kinds of acts of destroying nature and cruelty to animals will definitely not be good once they are discovered.

Knowing that he is being smart, the mountain man boss just wants the withered uncle in front of him to be in a better mood today.

He never thought that he would be able to escape - if Roland didn't punish him, the Mountain Man boss would doubt his identity.

Sure enough, he still knelt on the ground and didn't get up, a slender green vine quietly wrapped around his left wrist.

He only heard the sound of kara, and a burst of pain came, and the mountain man boss only felt that his left wrist was being smashed abruptly!

But at this moment, he no longer doubted the identity of the black-robed Druid withered person in front of him, but he was filled with joy.

It seems that this grandpa is in a good mood today...

"It's your neck that will break next time."

"Yes Yes…"

Boss Shanmin was full of gratitude, got up from the ground with one hand, and nodded again and again.

"Also," Just when Shanmin's boss thought this matter was over, UU reading www.uukanshu. The "withered man" in front of com continued, "Take me to the outlander who lives on the third floor. I received a report from you, that guy is a priest."

It's a priest!

A few syllables exploded like thunder in the innkeeper's heart, and his legs suddenly softened in fright.

It turns out that this is the reason why the withered came here!

Hiding a priest is equivalent to believing in a god. All are deadly sins with no room for forgiveness.

"I didn't know he was a pastor... I'll have him take him down, break his leg and take him down..."

The mountain man boss said hurriedly, lest the blighted person in front of him think that he and the priest upstairs are in the same group.

"No need. I haven't determined whether he is or not. It's also possible that some of you have a grudge against him and report a false relationship."

After a fluttering sentence fell, Roland stepped forward and walked directly upstairs.

"I'll just have someone take him down..."

The boss quickly followed, but Roland stopped him in just one sentence.

"Do you want to send him a message and let him escape as soon as possible?"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"Then you can just stand here. Don't let others come up, I'll find it myself."

The druid in the black robe finally threw out a cold sentence and walked upstairs by himself.

All that was left was the nervous sweating on his face standing where he was, and he didn't know how to be a good mountaineer boss.