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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the palace guard Lilar was dozing off.

He leaned against his halberd, leaned against the wall, and tried to fall asleep one after another—of course it was impossible to really fall asleep, but it was okay to close his eyes and rest. If he does fall asleep one day, it is estimated that he is not far from death. King Henselt is notoriously moody and harsh to his servants.

However, doze still has to be hit. All his colleagues did this. It was April, and it happened to be a time when it wouldn't be too hot to wear full-body armor. At this time, they had to be lazy, and in summer, they would have to stand guard in sweat.

Lilar knew in his heart, in fact, in everyone's heart, that standing guard in the summer was a very stupid thing, and it was of no use at all except to make the guards half-dead tired and half-dead, but—

But......

But the king liked it.

Their king liked it.

The king did not like non-human races, so the elves, dwarves, and halflings in Kaldwin suffered extraordinary bad luck.

Lilar still remembers a dwarf running down the street naked, and if it were normal, he would laugh. Because that guy is sure to steal someone else's wife, and then be discovered by the victim, otherwise why would he be running on the street without clothes on?

But it wasn't normal at the time, and the guy didn't run away because he was stealing someone's wife, he was running because he had to, and a group of Kaldwin soldiers were chasing him behind him.

The dwarf's belly was cut open, and his intestines swayed outside, shaking with the rhythm of running, he ran a hundred meters, maybe a hundred and fifty meters? Then he fell to the ground and died. When he died, he called out to his mother.

"The Guard is Here"

He was the stuff of Lilar's nightmares.

Lilar knew him. He used to hang out in the tavern run by the dwarf, and spent almost every money on the waitress in the tavern. He especially liked the elf with big breasts, and she died when it happened.

When the dwarf died, Lilar was less than thirty meters away from him, and he was sure that the dwarf recognized him, even though he was wearing full armor, he even pulled off his visor. But he just knew.

'He recognized me', the thought kept creeping inside him. Like ants carrying corpses, more and more, more and more. They don't rest on their laurels, just on corpses... in and out.

Until the flesh and blood on the corpse is completely evacuated.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes.

The April sun in Kaldwin did not warm him at all, and the guard simply gave up the idea of ​​dozing off. He's a gate guard, and there are only two guards here, which might be surprising to say. But the palace still has inner doors, inner doors, and a long series of corridors.

There are guards all over there.

He's just a janitor.

Lilar stared at the road ahead in a daze, five minutes, ten minutes - he suddenly rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was wrong, he rubbed his eyes again, this time, he was sure he was right.

Trembling, the guard took out the horn from his waist and tried to blow it, but he failed. The bull bone horn turned into a collection of powder and dust before he held it in his hand. He looked at his hands in shock, then turned his head to look at his companion.

"Malibu!" he cried mournfully. "Wake up, Malibu! Sound your horn!"

As a result, his companion did not move at all and was still sleeping against the wall. This made Lilar's heart ignite an unnamed fire inexplicably. He put his foot on the guy's thigh, and Malibu fell to the ground with a loud noise. He still didn't move, as if he was dead.

He leaned over, leaned on Malibu's body, lifted his visor, and saw a skeleton's face. The guard sat on the ground with one buttocks, and kept backing away on all fours until it touched the wall.

"Gods of God!" He cursed the natural gods with the loudest curse he had ever heard. "You fucking must have poured me ecstasy soup!"

Why would he say that?

Because the dwarf appeared again.

Not in a dream, not in a sudden hallucination. But in the tragic reality. He walked slowly from the road to the palace, his intestines were exposed and he swung out, and blood and feces poured out together. His eyes were dark, his teeth were dark, and his beard was full of maggots, and he just walked over.

He came before the guard, the dwarf only as high as his chest, and the dwarf looked at him, looked at him with the eyes of a dead man, a hollow echo in his throat.

Lilar took his halberd and slowly fell to his knees.

"Goddess Meritelli." His voice was reverent. "I pray to you, I am atonement, I watched a friend die, but there is nothing I can do, his ghost has come to me, please don't let him kill me, please."

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"I didn't expect you to get in this way."

"Otherwise what will be done?"

He Shenyan snorted angrily, expressing contempt for the witcher: "Go in? Kill everyone you see along the way? I don't think it's necessary, Geralt. You have to change your impression of me. , I'm not some murderous lunatic, at least when it comes to humans."

The witcher said lightly, "If you don't say the last sentence, I'll agree with you very much. Is the guard all right? I see him on his knees and shaking like a man with epilepsy."

"He's fine, he's just being condemned by his conscience." He Shenyan laughed, the smile was not so friendly, it could only be said to be calm.

"Moreover, there are many people today who will be condemned in conscience."

They wandered into the splendid palace of King Henselt, and they entered through the gate, through the inner door, the inner door, and a thousand long corridors. Guards and servants screamed behind them, fell to their knees and begged for mercy, weeping at imaginary evil spirits coming for revenge. Some people shouted their mother's name, some people called their father's name, some people laughed wildly, and some people grabbed the ground with their heads and kept crying.

They went on until they came to the king's palace.

"This is the craziest thing I've ever done in my life." Geralt put his hand on the door of the king's bedroom and stroked the golden door with intricate patterns. "I'm actually going to confront a king and question him."

"It's not crazy, Geralt," said the wizard. "We're doing the right things, and the right things are often the hardest. Fortunately, I have a way to make it easy."

"Yeah, you always have a way."

Geralt nodded, pushed open the door, and behind them the screams died down as the door closed.

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