Blood of Mercury

Deep in the alley of Ribren Street, a murder happened.

The narrow alley surrounded by the walls of the surrounding buildings is a space where sunlight cannot interfere even in the daytime.

In this gap, which can be called the dead end of the street, those incompetent people who could not adapt to the cruel rule of the leader of Rib Street should have lived in groups, staring at their bloodshot and cloudy eyes like a litter of crippled hyenas. This dark corner is looking forward to someone entering here alone, and then being slaughtered and eaten by them.

Now, there is no one here.

The exterior wall of the house, which was made of random gravel, was painted with a new layer of paint, and the floor of the alley was damp and muddy.

The smell of excrement and old clothes that pervades at all times is now tainted by another, stronger smell.

The source of the smell that pierced the nose was the viscous red liquid that was still dripping from the wall.

Behind Roland, there were corpses scattered all over the place. The number is about twenty, scattered pieces of meat are randomly spread on the road, and the shape of the ground is basically invisible.

"I've already been so careful, but my shoes are still stained with blood... Do you want me to go in barefoot? Isn't it good for these idiots to lie down and wait for the mushrooms to grow?"

Roland glanced at the battle information floating out, and threw off the blood on the sword, kicked a head that fell at his feet with his blood-stained boots, and spat with disgust. Brain spit.

Of course Roland is not a brain eater. He just wanted to learn magic from an old druid who was obsessed with cleanliness.

However, if Roland didn't pretend to be a brain-eating demon, he would have no way to leave the Golden Lion Avenue safely.

The manager of that street had been to the underground world before—Roland naturally knew about it. He had done the old man's task before, and even the brain-eater demon he was most afraid of knew clearly.

It's not that there are no other routes to get to where Roland wants to go. The City of Wealth is always open in all directions, and there are no less than seventeen roads that Roland can take from entering the city gate to where he is going.

Roland naturally chose the path with the lowest enemy strength.

Baiye Avenue, where the leader has died, Golden Lion Avenue, which is quite powerful but has a way to avoid risks, Amazon Avenue, which is not dangerous to "Miss Helland", and Rib Ren Street, which has been warned by the elders of Golden Lion Avenue. Go east in the increasingly narrow alley between No. 13 and No. 14 of Blade Street, and finally turn over the triangular block formed by the extrusion of the two houses, which is where Roland is going.

There was almost no danger along the entire route. Compared with other routes, this route chosen by Roland can be said to be the safest.

The price was that Roland had to use his acting skills to play the role of a brain-eating demon who deceived the controller of the Golden Lion Avenue.

This is nothing to Roland. The bottomless things like women's clothing have been done, and he doesn't care about eating some brains. After all, when he was on Earth before, Roland quite liked roasted pig brains.

The problem is that after climbing over this wall, you reach the old Druid's position. Although the rebellious Druid probably doesn't care, but Roland just ran over with a mouthful of brains like this, it seems rude...

After all, it is a serious cleanliness addiction. Roland has already made a plan, and even the boots that accidentally stepped on blood will be left here, so naturally he won't let himself run over to say hello.

Using the vines to search around, Roland scoured the group of people.

He needs some money now.

In the city of wealth, it can be said that it is difficult to walk without money. Just as in the town of Ram before, Roland's druid status alone is enough to eat and drink in the entire Caral, but in the city of wealth, the druid's status adds some value to Roland at most - not personal value, is the auction value.

But Roland was soon disappointed. There were a total of seventeen corpses, and together, only a dozen copper plates were found.

Thinking about it too, if you can be forced into such a place like a wild dog and wait to eat a corpse, you probably won't have such a thing on your body.

But unexpectedly, Roland found something good.

Saying so may mislead others. Because strictly speaking, what Roland found was not valuable.

It was half a bottle of imported Butterbeer, and it looked like it had just been opened, and the mouth of the bottle was polished.

Thinking about it with my toes, I know that this can't be bought by this group of homeless people who abandoned human dignity - even if this thing is not expensive, they can't afford it.

Probably from the last victim—

Roland looked sideways at the corner. Scattered there was a corpse that had been dismantled into several pieces, with less than half of its flesh remaining. About a short time after death, not yet rotting. There is also an iron cover made of a small fire and a broken pot next to it - it is probably used as a cover to protect the fire from the snow, after all, the snow yesterday was quite heavy.

It seems that this dear friend who has already weighed in on himself should be a traveler who wanted to come here yesterday to sort out his snow-filled clothes. He was accidentally attacked to death by this group of useless firewood with the highest and only official rank, and he deserved it.

...Wait, if it's a traveler, there shouldn't be more than a dozen copper coins on him, right?

Roland narrowed his eyes.

With a thought, the four vines waved and spread away, and regardless of the blood, they tried their best to search for everything around them.

After a few breaths, one of the vines brought a blood-stained medal to Roland.

Roland directed several other vines to wipe the medal hard. After that, a golden sun pattern appeared in front of Roland.

"This is…"

Roland turned around in surprise and looked at the corpse: "Priest of Tyre? How could it be... No, I understand."

After trying to understand the joints, Roland sneered.

He manipulated the vines again, and threw the medal into the chimney of a nearby house. The bronze medal doped with a small amount of pure gold fell steadily into the fire under Roland's deliberate control, without making any sound.

"If you can still find it like this, it means you didn't die in vain..."

Roland murmured.

Then, seeming to realize some kind of crisis, Roland used vines to pull himself up to the high wall. Facing the corpses that covered the entire alley, he took a sip of butterbeer, rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the wine. came out. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Roland was startled suddenly.

As if sensing something was wrong, Roland took another sip tentatively.

"Bah!"

This time, Roland vomited almost as soon as he imported it.

He tasted the familiar.

"—The Fairy's Kiss?"

Roland looked surprised.

Then, the system prompt floated out.

[You are infected by a very small amount of poison, check your constitution... The check is successful]

【You are not infected】

[Check Perception... The check is successful; Check the common sense of poison... The check is successful. You feel the poison from the fairy's kiss (Seruna)]

Roland can feel this strange taste without the need for the system to prompt Roland. This strong and pungent taste mixed with mint and pepper is really easy to identify.

In fact, if it weren't for this reason, many people would put the fairy kiss as a poison into their diet.

Although in general, fairy kisses are from different fairies, but after all, fairy kisses from the same fairy have terrible two addiction characteristics, if you want to plot against some people, it is completely okay.

However, it would be better to secretly swap the Fairy's Kiss, which is used every day, with the Concealment from the same Fairy. That is to say, a good boy who has never even enjoyed a fairy kiss on weekdays and doesn't even know the taste.

If the fairy's kiss, the medal, and the place where he died, the three clues are connected together...

Roland squinted his eyes, and an ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

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