Son of the Olden Days

It was late at night when I returned to the town of Noverola, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. There were only sporadic lights in the whole town that still showed the breath of life.

Sol was going to take a look at Pasha first.

It may not be appropriate to visit her at this time, but I still carry Little Peter's body on his back. If she hasn't rested, being able to complete the commission sooner would be considered a relief from the heavy burden in my heart.

The closer to the old house at the entrance of the town, the body of little Peter on his back seemed to become heavier and heavier.

Maybe Pasha should be sent to another town by the way. It is too sad for her. She should go to a place of oblivion to start a new life, if she still has the courage to start.

Fortunately, when he walked to the house, Sol found that Pasha's door was still open.

No candles were lit in the room, but Saul could still imagine a mother waiting anxiously, waiting in the light and waiting in the dark, expecting the mood is actually the same.

When he was a child, Thor had longed for that kind of affection.

It's just not needed anymore.

"Ms. Pasha." As he greeted and opened the door gently, Saul considered how to announce the death of little Peter.

The room was dark, and Thor looked up like that.

Then I saw Pasha lying on the ground naked in the dark, the air was full of the sordid smell of men's dirty body fluids.

She looked like she was dead, her eyes dimmed, but Saul knew she was not dead, because she was still waiting, waiting for her child to come back.

Sometimes even if the tribulations of the world are turbulent, some people always have their own reasons to insist.

For a moment, Saul felt as if he saw Precia walking by again, and he suddenly had the illusion of returning to hell, as if being dragged back to the rainy night in an instant.

He had known for a long time that corrupt flowers would often bloom on this land that is not as bright as it can be.

Feeling dizzy, Thor reached out his hand to support the door frame and quickly shook his head.

"You're back? Your adventurer... my child..." Pasha looked over with a smile as if she was suddenly resurrected.

"Little Peter is back too. Tell me first, who did it?" Saul stepped forward to unload the package, then took off his coat and put it on Pasha.

"You go quickly. The Franks have some financial resources in this town. I don't know where he heard that I asked for your help. He might find you trouble." Pasha's voice was a little hoarse, but very calm, as if she was on her body. Nothing has ever happened.

"They... really amazing." In the darkness, Saul smiled silently.

"I want to see my child, can I?" Pasha was expecting.

Thor turned around, suddenly felt a little trembling in his hands, wrapped in a simple knot, and untied it several times.

He found little Peter's head in silence, helped him straighten his hair, and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, trying to help him make a smile, but failed because of coldness and stiffness.

Sol held the head in both hands and held it in front of Pasha.

"My dear child, you are finally back." Pasha looked at the head with a smile, then gently wrapped her head in her arms and kissed her, her face filled with happiness.

Saul felt a bit sore in his eyes, his breathing was extremely depressed, he could only breathe out slightly with his mouth open, and tilt his head to one side. Pasha's performance was different from what he had imagined. She was too calm, but Thor had actually experienced this kind of calmness.

The deepest pain cannot be screamed.

"Thank you for bringing him back to my side. Now I can finally rest assured." After some love and tenderness, Pasha clasped her head and smiled and nodded to Sol.

Sol also smiled, hoping that he would not smile too ugly.

Pasha smiled and seemed to be getting old quickly. This kind of oldness does not refer to the haggardness on the face, but the broken hope and the sadness of the deep sea to a person from the level of will.

Then, she took out a small bottle, raised her head slightly and drank the liquid in it unhurriedly.

Maybe it's snake venom, or some other poison, it should make her sleep well.

Saul just watched quietly, silently staying aside, until her slowly drooping eyes cut off the last bit of clarity in her eyes. Saul knew he was not qualified to stop Pasha from leaving, and he shouldn't stop it either.

At the most difficult juncture, perhaps many believers have the holy scriptures prepared for them by the gods they believe in. They can pray to reduce the fear and sway in their hearts, but Pasha has nothing.

Some people persevere after seeing hope, while others see hope after persevering.

But Pasha, there is nothing left.

How long can a person live in days without hope? Saul didn't want to know the answer.

All night, Sol has been sitting in the corner, imagining Pasha kneeling to many people in the town, imagining her humble and hiding gaze, what else can you ask a mother to do?

Thinking about it, Thor suddenly laughed. It's like a book, full of despair, but he smiled.

If I didn't see it, it would be fine, I wouldn't be saved in the end and no one would be saved. If you don't see it, you can treat it as nonexistent, just like so many idiots in the world, living comfortably in the illusion that you have woven.

Sometimes life is really a bag of shit, and you find that the bag is leaking.

Time is still rushing forward, never sleeping, never stopping.

The next day, the town resumed its busyness with people coming and going.

Just after the morning, Sol walked out of the old house in the alley and visited the famous Old Frank's house in the town, threatening to negotiate a business.

This is a mansion that imitates the aristocratic manor in layout, but from the luxurious decorations that are pieced together, it seems that nothing is revealed, but it is full of rustic flavor.

"What business?" The fat Frank sat suspiciously in the seat of the owner.

"Call all the people who usually work for you. I want to ask them something." Sol threw a bag full of coins on the small round table for the guests, and the string at the mouth of the bag collapsed, revealing the sharp inside. silver.

"Go and call someone." Frank rolled his eyes and waved back a servant.

After a short while, eight men with different builds and temperaments came to the living room and stood in a row. Two second-tier stands on either side, six first-tiers in the middle, maybe the guards of the mansion may not.

"Who among you visited Pasha in town last night?" Sol took a sip of hot tea from the maid and looked at them with a smile.

The air in the living room suddenly became cold, and a sturdy man who was holding his arm walked out, with two gloomy attendants by his side.

"It's the three of us who taught Pasha that bitch, why are you doing something?" The strong man's mouth twitched slightly, cracking a silent sarcasm.

He can feel the breath of Thor's second-order, but what about that, second-order is not in this hall, and there are still two, you count which onion.

"Come on, come here, come and get the money, this is what you deserve." Saul beckoned to them enthusiastically and patted the purse.

Is there such a good thing? The three of them were stunned, with some disbelief on their faces, but they still tentatively walked a few steps towards the pile of bright silver coins.

"Wait a minute, I guess you should be the helper Pasha found. Although the town of Noverola is not a big place, there are still certain rules here."

"Young people, there may be some rules you can disobey, but you must understand."

"You ran to my manor..."

"Oh~" Just when everyone was listening to Frank's reasoning, a **** head suddenly slammed into the steps under the main seat, interrupting Old Frank's long talk. It was obviously from the appearance. The brawny man who held his hand to talk just now.

And when everyone was staring at the head, Thor had already helped one of the three thinners, the sword pierced his body, and penetrated twice in different positions.

When Saul turned his gaze to the last remaining person, the two second-tiers in the hall had already approached one after another, one with a sword and the other with a dagger.

"Chang~" Thor turned to block the sword that arrived first.

Tier II, who was head-to-head with Thor, looked at Saul's face, and was stunned, and then suddenly jumped back with a bit of horror, and turned around and ran away. And the other guy with a dagger stared at Saul, and ran away just so guarded and backed off.

Can you actually scare the two second-tiers away? These two guys ran Saul inexplicably and speechlessly, but it's okay to run away, otherwise they face two second-tiers at the same time, and then they don't know who they are going to run.

Turning around and walking to the last of the three, he was already trembling with fear when he saw Sol's appearance, as if he didn't even have the strength to stand still.

But when Thor's long sword swept past, the fear of death still made him subconsciously **** up. So the sword that Thor originally wanted to beheaded cut through his throat.

When he fell to his knees, clutching his throat, Saul stepped forward and grabbed his hair, lowered his head, and chopped it down with a sharp sword. It's a pity that the power was too strong and it was a bit crooked, and it was cut on the back of the neck, but still couldn't cut off the head.

So Sol could only make up another sword meticulously, like a silent woodcutter, smashing the stubborn trees one by one.

Throwing his severed head aside, Saul turned and walked in front of Old Frank who was sitting on the Lord's seat in shock.

"I have money..., I have a lot of money, I..." Old Frank's voice stopped abruptly, and Thor's sword was neatly drawn from his right lower jaw through the bridge of his nose to his left ear, cutting off half of his head.

There was a moment of silence in the living room, and almost everyone ran away, except for the maid who had just brought hot tea and was waiting for the lord. She was sitting paralyzed on the ground at this time, trembling.

Saul chopped off all the right middle fingers of the four people he had killed, then shook the blood on his sword and glanced at her with his head tilted. Then she suddenly fainted as soon as she rolled her eyes, and there was faint water leaching under the blue and white maid skirt.

Scared another pee? Saul touched his face subconsciously and left the mansion.

On the way, Sol leaned on the wall, and suddenly he felt that something was wrong with him. It wasn't because of the killings, even if things were to happen again, the **** people would die as well.

Only when he finally looked at the maid, Saul felt that something was pulling him in his mind, and he used a lot of perseverance to resist the desire to swing a sword at the maid.

That maid has nothing to do with the whole thing, just a mess, why would I want to send her away? Sol thinks this is abnormal.

After Saul left, the maid gradually woke up, and she was still trembling when she recalled the scene just now.

What she feared was not the murder itself, but the boy's gaze.

No, it should be said that he has no eyes at all.

She could see clearly at that moment.

There were no pupils or eyelids in the whole eye sockets of the young man, only two pieces of bright red blood mist filled silently.

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