Blood of Mercury

The twilight shone obliquely, and the light was dimmer than ever. ∽↗∽↗,

"...It hasn't come for a while, and the changes have not been small."

Roland and his party walked slowly in the small town of Ram, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings, they couldn't help but sigh.

He saw the familiar hotel, and the charred traces that had been burned by Roland still remained on the outer wall of the building. Only a small piece of wood that was really burnt was removed and replaced with a new one. There is only a single line in the middle of the smooth and charred planks.

"Has brother Roland been here before?"

Lilia tilted her head and asked.

Roland smiled and nodded: "Ah, yes... The last time I came here, I hadn't become a priest yet."

"That's really a long time ago." Lilia opened her eyes thoughtfully.

Roland touched her short light purple hair lightly, then turned to Gahalad and said, "Gahalad, go ask where you can live."

"Yes, my lord."

Gahalad nodded seriously.

There were two ladies in the team, and the remaining one was his master. Gahalad had no doubts in his mind.

What's more, it is suspected that some serious plague has been infected here, and it is even better for me who is just a spirit body to observe. Although Roland is the death crow immune to the plague, the remaining two ladies are not the death crow with semi-undead physique...

Although the black lady looks very powerful and even far stronger than Gahalad at the moment, the creed in Gahalad's heart does not allow him to hide behind his comrades, nor does he allow himself to be timid in front of women and children and laziness.

Although the Caral people have inherited the knight's creed for hundreds of years, not many people still remember it today, but no matter who forgets, Gahalad will never forget it.

Because he is Gahalad.

Looking at the inn with slight burn marks on the outer wall, Gahalad stepped forward, took off his right hand with the iron glove, and closed the door lightly. The sound is kept just enough to be audible without being annoying.

"anyone there?"

However, Gahalad did not get a response.

He waited about half a minute. The house was still dead silent.

Then he knocked on the door again: "...Hello?"

Still no response.

The smell of decay came from the crack of the door, and the smell like rotting wood or pickled cucumbers slowly drifted from the building. Gahalad sniffed, then shook his head.

There is no one inside. And the people here seem to have left a long time ago... maybe lucky?

He rubbed his nose and walked to another hotel. Patience knocked on the door again.

This time he tentatively got a response. He heard the sound of footsteps. Then came a woman's desperately suppressed exclamation. The sound of footsteps disappeared suddenly, and then there was the sound of someone hurried away.

"Hello?" Gahalad's voice rose slightly, but he was still humble and polite, "We are outsiders... May I ask what happened here?"

As soon as these words came out, it had an immediate effect.

Small voices of discussion came from inside the closed hotel. Then a thick male voice spoke in Farrao dialect: "Outlander! For the sake of the Grand Duke, get out of here! Hurry up! Immediately... Maybe it's still too late!"

"What the **** is going on here?"

Gahalad asked loudly: "Is it a plague? Or a curse? We have a doctor here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was surrounded by light laughter.

Not only the hotel in front of him, but also the laughter from the windows of the surrounding buildings and in front of the door. Although there was no viciousness in the laughter, it was full of self-deprecating, almost crazy despair and a kind of open-mindedness unique to terminally ill patients.

"Give it up! Outlander!"

A shrill voice came from the hotel behind him: "We have long been helpless! We are completely helpless! It's all your fault! It's the plague you brought!"

Having said that, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old with freckles on his face and deep dark circles under his eyes pushed the window on the second floor open, revealing a distorted and crazy smile on his face.

He grabbed the window, took a deep breath and almost growled and cursed: "Don't think about it! No one can escape! No miracles! No miracles here! Everyone has to die!"

The moment you open the window. Behind him came the screams and cries of a woman, followed by the scolding of a man. Then he was pulled back suddenly, the window was tightly closed again by a pair of rough hands, then it was locked, and the curtain was dropped.

"It's too much. At this time, how can you say..."

Lilia said with some dissatisfaction.

After all, she is also a Druid, no matter how old she is, but she can be regarded as the teacher of all Caral people. If she met such a child in the past, she would have to take a good lesson. But after she glanced at Roland inadvertently, Lilia forcibly suppressed her desire to preach.

But. It's too late.

Just after the young man's voice fell, those who were leaning against the corner of the wall in pain, with blood stains on their faces, looked there absentmindedly.

Their eyes were lifeless and cloudy. Because of the burning of internal organs. There are a lot of dark purple lines on their skin, their bodies are thin, and their hands are so dry that they are no different from skeletons.

They stared at the window in a daze, with some kind of inorganic turbidity in their eyes. Those are not the eyes that a living human can have, as if the corpse is alive again, turning its head to the degree of horror.

In that boy was recaptured by his parents. After closing the window, they did not turn their corpse-like gaze back.

Suddenly, someone burst into tears. The sound was like a howling beast, and it was as unpleasant as a crow that smashed its throat. For a time, crying and cursing came continuously. The whole of Ram seemed to turn into **** in an instant.

Gahalad walked back silently, and bowed deeply to Roland: "...Sorry, my lord."

"It's not your fault, Gahalad."

Roland shook his head.

He knows what Gahalad wants to say~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As the father of the first grand duke of the Principality of Caral, the long-awaited question of "what kind of country will Caral become in the future" is on his deathbed I've thought about it countless times.

Now he got the answer, but it wasn't what he wanted.

Roland was about to comfort him, but at this moment, the crying stopped abruptly. The three of Roland turned their eyes away because Elucado paused in Roland's shadow.

I saw a man with blood stains on his face crashed to death in the corner, his eyes slightly closed, and there was a satisfied smile on his face.

Just looking at it with their eyes, Roland and the others can clearly know that at that moment, the whole atmosphere of Ram has changed. In the dilapidated and decaying town, a kind of madness and despair gradually rises.

But just as the atmosphere of silence was about to erupt, a door suddenly opened behind Roland.

"Come in... children."

It was the call of an old old woman. (To be continued.)