Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Viscount Samuel howled, howled, howled.

Like a crazy beast.

The most powerful and powerful ruler of the realm has lost his cub.

He rushed into the house frantically, groping for the broken flesh and fragments on the ground, he couldn't even shed a tear, he could only howl, he could only scream, that was his son.

Everyone was silent, no one dared to step forward, no one dared to approach.

Then the bone marrow revealed an endless icy chill.

The people present are the elites in Huisha Castle, they take the salary and food given by the Viscount, and serve the Viscount. They obey the Viscount better than the emperor. Goethe or Aurora, they don't care.

They have long been accustomed to acting on orders, even killing or even setting fires, without hesitation and fear.

But now, watching it all, they felt a deep fear.

From the beginning to the end, most of them did not confront that Aurora, but just watching all this, just listening to what he had done before, felt a wave of fear.

Is the person who can do all this really the so-called clown who is despised by the viscount and the eldest young master?

Silent fear spreads quietly in everyone's heart.

The brutal, unbridled and ruthless enemies are actually not the most terrifying.

Because that brutality and bloodthirsty are on the outside, seen by all and able to prepare.

What's really scary are those enemies who don't play cards according to common sense.

Just like this, Joker.

Everyone thought that if he escaped, he would be so frightened that he would never come back.

- But he came back, and he ran away last night, and will come back today.

Everyone thinks that he killed a few people and made a riot just to wreak havoc and let out some evil plan.

- But he rushed straight into the castle and kidnapped the young master.

Everyone thought that after he kidnapped the young master, he would immediately plan a conspiracy to threaten the Viscount.

— but he immediately went back to the castle and kidnapped the butler.

Everyone thought that he sent the letter to negotiate, or to set a trap to wait for the Viscount to come.

- But instead of designing the Viscount, he directly killed the young master Lynch in front of him.

Everyone even believed that after the death of Mr. Lynch, the Viscount was insane, and the clown would immediately launch a surprise attack to attack the viscount who was howling in despair. Therefore, they were vigilant and guarded against the attack that the other party might launch at any time. …

— but the Joker never showed up.

They don't know what the Joker is going to do next.

—because his every move was unexpected.

But they also know what the Joker is going to do in the end.

—He wants to kill everyone… all.

For a while, the knights and soldiers of Huisha Territory were silent, their whole bodies shivered. In this area, only Viscount Samuel's cries could be heard incessantly.

They never confronted the clown directly.

But the broken bodies on the pier, the knights who were burned alive in the town, the Huisha Castle that was raided twice, the eldest lady who was terrified and chaotic, the missing housekeeper, and the blown-up Young Master Lynch.

All of this is known, spread, remembered, and feared by all.

Everything turned into an illusory and huge shadow of a demon, issuing an ultimatum of death to everyone.

me, coming soon.

Wait, and be full of fear.

This is... the Joker.

The Viscount howled furiously, drew his sword, and slashed with vindictive energy, slashing and slashing desperately, the whole house was scarred by him, like a madman.

In the end, the sword fell out of his hands, and he fell to the ground feebly, groaning like a beast.

He knelt down, took off his wide robe, and collected the scattered flesh and blood on the ground little by little.

This is his son, he cannot die here, he is to be buried in the cemetery with his ancestors.

Sleep in peace, Lynch, my son.

In front of your tombstone, I'll cut that clown, bit by bit - into pieces!

He picked up his son's broken bones little by little, his eyes were red, and his expression was distorted. He lay on the ground regardless of his manners, and carefully lifted his son's fragments from the ground, doing it very carefully, just like when his son was just born. Gently stroked Lynch's wrinkled skin and scrubbed slowly with water.

Thinking of this well-behaved child's voice and smile.

He is so smart and clever, unlike the eldest son who is arrogant and indifferent after he went to the imperial capital, Lynch is obedient and learns things quickly. In his mind, he is the most suitable heir.

But now, he is dead.

The murderer must pay the price!

It took Samuel a long time to wrap his heavy son in his clothes.

How gentle and delicate he was when he cleaned up his son's bones, and how terrifying and ferocious he is now, with a sword in one hand and a heavy bag of flesh and blood in the other, he stepped out of the ruins after the explosion.

"Pass my order!"

He said sternly: "Order the barracks to ring the bell and call all the militia reservists. I want to put the wanted notices all over Huisha and search for the Aurora people in the whole town! Tell those pariahs, as long as they can provide relevant information..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier suddenly stammered and shouted, "Sir...Lord! Look!"

There was a ferocious light in Samuel's eyes, and he was about to get angry, but his eyes were already subconsciously looking in the direction of the other person's fingers, and then he saw the smoke billowing and heard exclamations in the distance.

that direction...

The knight beside him muttered: "It seems to be a military camp..."

Samuel's eyes went dark, and he felt that his head was also ignited by the fire. He roared and shouted: "Go and put out the fire! Hurry up!"

They soon reached the barracks.

The fire was raging into the sky, and there were people nearby with buckets to put out the fire, but to no avail.

In order to maintain law and order, defend against robbers and respond to the country's conscription, the Viscount maintains a standing army all year round. They are stationed in military camps on weekdays and have various tasks.

Now the fire has spread.

The barracks that the Viscount spent a lot of money and painstaking to build had been burnt to the ground. He could even hear the hoarse screams coming from inside. Everything is in ashes.

No doubt, the Joker is here.

The defenders on the four-corner watchtower were silently killed by the cold arrows. The arrows were pulled out, leaving only the **** holes on the necks. Looking at the wounds, they were arrows that had never been seen before, and were not owned by mainland military equipment.

The Viscount thought of the strange vehicles in the town that were burned to the ground, the "iron horses" that the guards of the manor called, the explosive props that killed Lynch, and the terrible weapons that killed the knights one after another last night.

- Where did this Aurora people come from so many things?

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the anger in his heart could not be described in words. How many times was this? This is the first time! The **** clown! pariah! asshole!

The knight who came in a hurry shouted: "My lord, I will take someone to put out the fire!"

"Save the fart!"

Samuel roared.

The warehouses and barracks have been burnt down, the soldiers have suffered heavy losses, and their weapons have been reduced to ashes. This fire seems to have burned on the old face of the viscount. Although those pariahs are ignorant, they are sometimes more shrewd and cunning than anyone else— After seeing all this, I experienced what happened last night. Even if there is a huge reward, how many people are willing to respond to the call, and how many people are willing to do things for this reward?

The surrounding walls are made of masonry and fireproof. When everything that should be burned is burned out, it will be fine.

He strode back angrily.

Untouchables are unreliable, so they go to mercenaries! Go to a nearby city to hire more mercenaries!

Lord Viscount returned to Huisha Manor.

He wants to open the hidden treasure room under the manor, take out the wealth accumulated over the years, and take out the potions, equipment and treasures that he bought with a lot of money, and he wants to kill that clown at all costs! must!

The servants and guards in the manor only watched the ferocious lord rushing back, ignoring anyone, they looked at each other, and uneasiness flashed in their hearts.

This anxiety quickly became a reality.

The whole manor heard the irrational howl of the lord, like a mad bull, Viscount Samuel, who has always been well-bred, elegant and wise, spewed out more vulgar than a hooligan. Dirty insults, everyone can hear it clearly and keep silent.

Opened the layers of iron doors, opened the magic lock with bloodmark detection, and then Viscount Samuel saw the empty treasure room, all the gold coins, all the treasures, the priceless Saint Kenneth armor, a The radiant cross blessed by a cardinal, the needle of Koos, the great sword of the dead, the astonishingly high-concentration No. 6 holy water, various advanced potions produced by elves... and so on.

All gone.

These things didn't just disappear out of thin air. There was a big hole in the hard stone wall of the treasure room. The deep hole was like a wide-open mouth, showing endless ridicule towards him.

There are deep drag marks on the ground and even the hole.

The Viscount was furious, raised his sword and wanted to pursue him, but everything the clown did was reflected in his heart. With that bastard's style, there were bound to be all kinds of dangerous traps in this tunnel.

Samuel did not dare to catch up after all.

Explosion, fire, and all kinds of strange props, he had seen it.

If he catches up, the clown will probably have a way to blow up the tunnel.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Not daring to pursue, and becoming more and more manic and angry, this is called incompetent rage.

All kinds of setbacks continued to torture him, his son died, the family's savings for many years were swept away, and even the other party openly left traces of crime, he did not dare to pursue.

I can only growl like a madman, scolding, ordering, taking everyone, turning over every corner of the manor and every room, pounding the ground, searching, searching, lest this hateful clown More tunnels were dug up.

However nothing was found.

Near noon, in the midst of this crazy search, another bad news came.

The townspeople saw a carriage slowly drive into the town.

The coachman was a big man in leather armor, his skull had been chopped off, and his brain had been drained.

Some villagers boldly lifted the curtain of the caravan, and all eight people inside died. There were huge blood-drenched holes in the car and on their bodies.

The identity of the deceased was quickly confirmed.

The Evil Eagle Mercenary Squad, the mercenaries ordered by the Viscount to go to a nearby city last night, they had cooperated with the Viscount to the satisfaction of many times and did some dirty work for the Viscount.

So dead now.

And looking at the corpses...they died before they had time to react.

After receiving the news, the Viscount was first silent, then frantic again.

He figured it out.

Treasure room, hiring mercenaries, these two things are very secret.

Aurora people will not know.

But one person knows.

The housekeeper was taken away.

That is to say.

The housekeeper betrayed him.

He was caught, and then confided the secrets.

There are even... more secrets.

One after another, his son was killed, his wealth was stolen, and his confidant betrayed him.

Just one day.

Last night, he commanded the strangulation arrogantly and calmly, and drove the Aurora to run around.

Just one night, just one night...

He howls, he suffers, he goes mad, he collapses.

"Someone! Somebody! Give me my order! Call me back Lost! Let him come back! Call back all the soldiers and knights who are patrolling outside! Come on!"

It just takes a bad day to drive someone crazy.

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

PS1: The first update, it’s a bit late today, mainly because I deleted some details, such as the mercenary and the treasure room. I think everyone’s emotions are almost the same. Let’s get into the main dish as soon as possible. Today’s third update, this is three thousand five Hundred words, the following is not money.

PS2: Talking about Kant's last killing of the old lady has caused controversy. Yes, no one can decide how others die. To kill is to kill. Everyone understands these principles, and Kant also understands them, but the reality is that the old lady is losing After having my grandson, I could only starve to death amid endless worries and grief. Now that I live a prosperous life, everyone may not understand. I can responsibly say that starvation is one of the cruelest ways to die in the world.

PS3: So Kant raised the gun, he could not have gone, and let the old lady die in great pain afterward, which is not his business at all, but he went anyway, and took the cause and effect of killing the innocent, The torture of conscience, at the cost of remembering this incident forever in this life, let the old lady die without pain with happiness and fantasy, as he said, this is his last mercy, and will be the last kindness and responsibility of the earth. Left to the relatives of the enemy, and he will bear it all alone with his soul.

PS4: I think it's better than saying "I hate my family" and then ignoring the old lady and letting her cry and starve to death.

PS5: Of course, if some friends insist, "Kant can leave a lot of money for this old lady who is blind and living alone in a slum full of sin and darkness, so that she can live a happy and happy life. So kind" and so on...then I have nothing to say.