Blood of Mercury

916 Years of the Gods Calendar, December 3rd, at 6:00 p.m.

The sun is low, the clouds are dense, and dusk is approaching on the horizon.

Under Roland's decision, everyone was digging the top of the sewer ahead, hoping to dig directly to the center of Rib Street, and catch the undead by surprise.

And Deckard took the initiative to ask Ying and stayed behind with Roland to lay a trap for a person on the roof who came down behind. Let them not delay the "business" of Roland and his party.

"Snowing."

Roland looked up at the color of the indicator light at the top of the sewer, and said in a low voice.

"The Moon of Shadows is here... Someone else will freeze to death."

Deckard, who followed him, sighed deeply.

He originally answered it casually, but Roland suddenly turned his head without thinking, and the eyes under the black robe stared at him.

"No one will freeze to death," Roland repeated. "This year, no one will freeze to death again."

Deckard frowned and looked at Roland, staring at him closely. Roland also looked back at him without fear.

After a long time, Deckard finally compromised and took a step back, bowing slightly to Roland.

"Well, no one will freeze to death this year, Mr. Orlando."

At most, it was just sending some cotton-padded coats to the homeless on the street—

To be honest, Deckard didn't even want to give them cotton-padded clothes. Best to freeze to death.

In his opinion, these homeless people are simply the scum of the scum. I never work, I don't want to give anything, I just want to live comfortably.

But if it's just that, it's fine. It doesn't matter if you raise them like dogs.

But the most hateful thing is their ridiculous and arrogant homeless intelligence.

These poor and hateful little creatures are far sharper than the rest of the inhabitants in certain matters. They can always find out whether a regional manager is truly sympathetic, or whether he hides his hideous face under the mask of mercy.

Afterwards, they would form a group to live in the streets of those benevolent administrators, and they would do nothing to slack off every drop of blood from these street administrators, or simply force them to give up their kindness and be as hard-hearted as iron.

And there's no reason why they can't kill these homeless people. In the chaotic place of the City of Fortune, the rules are very important, and the rules you set must be followed by yourself.

So they could only pay Bloody Fingers to kill these homeless people silently and throw them into the sewer.

But there are too many homeless people.

There are too many. It takes a considerable amount of money to kill them to withdraw from their own streets, and after they go out, they will try their best to say how bad the street manager is, and the reputation won by the previous acts of justice is very fast. will be wiped out by them.

These chops are annoying to death, bullying the soft and fearing the hard, it can be said that existence itself is enough to give people a headache.

"No," Unexpectedly, Roland shook his head, "I'm not referring to this."

What do you still want?

Deckard sighed forcefully, frowned deeply and looked at Roland.

If it wasn't an excessive request, he couldn't refuse. After all, the people of Broken Throat Avenue still needed the help of Mr. "Orlando" to survive under the professor's conspiracy.

After all, he can't go back to Farraro anymore.

Deckard also heard that the two little guys entrusted by the old mountain king to the silent wizard to protect were captured by the people of the lock of green fruit. Slave. Slave collar - it can be said that Marcus will definitely die, the difference is that he kills himself or the mountain king himself puts a noose on him.

If Deckard returns to Farraro, he will surely be convicted as well. But in fact, Lao Shan Wang did not want to give up this power in the city of wealth, and at the same time, a well-trained magic knife wizard is also a very cherished resource.

He is confident that if he pretends to be stupid and doesn't go back, Ferraro will never send someone to summon him.

However, Master Marcus will definitely die. The question now is, how can we keep our own territory.

"I just wanted to say..."

Roland looked very distressed and pressed his forehead with his hand.

"Those residents who have houses and jobs must not be too afraid of winter, and those who don't have houses... Maybe this year's explosion will blow up some people?"

"Unlikely. Even if they..."

Halfway through his words, Deckard suddenly got stuck.

No, he understood. He knew what Roland meant.

A wet fear similar to the previous wet eyes but much weaker slowly surrounded him.

But at the same time, he was also deeply attracted by Roland's words. It has to be said that Roland's statement is very tempting.

Everyone knows that Broken Throat Avenue and Rib Street are two streets that homeless people like to live in, and there are quite a lot of homeless people.

Now, there is a terrible explosion here...

So, if these homeless people disappeared in large numbers, no one would care, right? No one has ever cared about them, and who knows how many homeless people were killed?

That's right... Marcus said before that he wanted to find an excuse to clean up these homeless people. Now this explosion is a very good time!

At this moment, Deckard has subconsciously regarded himself as the next manager of Broken Throat Avenue, and carefully considered Roland's statement from the perspective of a regional manager.

Maybe you can send someone to kill them all and throw them into the sewers... No, it's not normal if no one escapes at all, it's not good for your reputation.

By the way, first of all, we must completely kill the group of stinky crows on Broken Throat Avenue. In this case, no one except himself, these sly sword wizards, knows how much the loss of Broken Throat Avenue is...

One by one ideas quickly appeared in Deckard's mind. He never even thought about what to do if he was not the one who took over as the regional manager.

Not right. To be more precise, even if that thought floated through his mind, Decker would have dismissed it with disdain.

Even the clever wizard Deckard has already thought of a good way to clean up those annoying bugs of the Dark Crow. Isn't it natural to take over as the leader?

"……I see!"

He nodded excitedly: "Thank you, Lord Orlando for your advice!"

"You don't have to thank me now, Decker."

Deck saw Lord "Orlando" leaning over slightly, and a faint scent of blood and peppercorns emanated from him, full of natural fragrance.

...Lord Orlando, is that a woman?

Decker had such a thought in his head.

Just when Deke was thinking about it, he suddenly realized what was wrong.

The cold sweat on the back came down all of a sudden.

"You want to know, how did I know your name?"

Lord "Orlando" pointed his slender index finger on Deck's forehead. The fingernail was not very long, but it was sharp and scary. With just a light poke, Dell felt that his forehead had been punctured.

"Of course it is," "Orlando"'s voice was hoarse like a snake, mixed with deep laughter, forming an almost terrifying frantic harmony, "I asked me to pray to you before you died-- "

At that moment, Deckard seemed to see a flash of mercury flashing under the black robe.

Mercury's eye color? How could humans have eyes of that color...

But soon, such inconsequential details were ignored by Deck.

"You mean, I'm going to die soon?"

"Exactly."

Lord "Orlando" asserted.

"One of your two colleagues is a ruthless person. That person named Rowling found a professor's bomb and planned to blow you up here to take the position of leader."

Rowling?

She actually wanted to kill me?

She dared to kill me! How could she—

Deke's pupils narrowed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ anger surged in his heart.

Since Lord "Orlando" can know the name of that woman, he must see how he will address her in the future. You must know that the names of the magic knife wizard and the astrology wizard are top secret, which is the source of their power. It is also their biggest weakness, and it will never be revealed to outsiders.

Then, the veracity of the prophecy is beyond doubt.

Now Decker is extremely fortunate that he can find a professional in the Prophecy Department and befriend him.

Now what he wants is to use the prophecy of Lord "Orlando" to strike first and find a chance to kill that bitch.

"Please help me! Lord Orlando!"

Thinking of this, Deckard was very decisive and immediately knelt down.

"Don't do this—" Roland caught him.

Deckard took advantage of the situation and changed to half kneeling, lowered his head and kissed the fingers of Roland's left hand, then raised his head and looked at Roland sincerely: "No! Please save me! Lord Orlando, I don't want to die yet!"

"Of course, you won't die. The premise is that you have to listen to me."

The black-robed Lord "Orlando" showed a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. But at the moment Decker had nothing else to do.

"Of course I will listen to you! I will listen to you in everything!"

"Very good. Now, go ahead with me," Roland said to Deckard in a low voice, bowing his head, "I will prove it to you."

Five minutes to come—

"—The first bomb detonated by your dear colleague will be where you are now."

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