The astrologer's apprentice had never witnessed such a bloody scene in his short seventeen years of life. Even though he had experienced the continuous war in St. Bolun and the cruel battle in Cherry Crossing, the passage of life had not touched him as much as what happened before him. The scene was profound. A familiar person stabbed a dagger into his eye socket just a few yards away. "Miss Ross," Jonah called the other person's name frantically, and rushed forward to stop the fat woman from harming herself. , but Rose Rose stretched out his fat left hand, and an invisible but qualitative wall of air appeared in the air, blocking the impact of the astrologer's apprentice with a "bang".
"Don't feel guilty. We all made an oath when we joined the Ghost Left Hand. This is the path we chose, Yona," the Archon of Sucasa Canyon said calmly, pulling out the dagger with her right hand, and she embedded it in the right side of the knife tip. The eyeball was pulled out of its socket with a pop, and blood immediately spurted out.
"Why are you doing this?" Yona desperately hit the hard wall of air. He was only one step away from Rose Rose, but this step became an insurmountable chasm.
"Why, I have long forgotten why, I only know that I should do this," there was no pain in Rose Rose's voice, only the indifference of seeing through everything. She flicked the dagger, and her bloody eyeballs fell to the ground, and fell on the wool carpet. The bones rolled far away, leaving behind a shocking bright red trail. "Don't be afraid, this is just a routine ritual and it will be over soon." She showed a comforting smile, but her teeth were stained with blood, which made her look... The dagger was inserted into her right ear hole, and the entire tip of the knife did not enter her body.
Yona fell to his knees with a plop and banged his hands on the air wall, "Don't do it anymore...I beg you..."
"The pain is just a temporary illusion, don't be fooled by it," Rose Rose pulled out the dagger, turned the blade, and stabbed her nose from the front. Her fat face was dripping with blood, and the blood dripped along the sapphire blue cloak and fell to the ground, soft. The plush carpet could not absorb too much blood, and a small pool of blood appeared at the Archon's feet.
"I beg you...I order you..." The feeling of powerlessness conquered the astrologer apprentice again. He has felt this deep humiliation too many times, and he can only choose to stand by and watch, "No..." Humble Tears filled his eyes, and Jonah lowered his head and howled.
"Sometimes loss is the best gift," Miss Rose pulled out the dagger again, said the last sentence, and cut off the tip of her tongue with the knife.
Jonah never knew that a living person could shed so much blood. The blood had already soaked her clothes, turning the plump woman into a terrifying red statue. He didn't understand why all this was happening. Was it because of his body shape? The mysterious organization called "Ghost's Left Hand" made such a crazy move because of a question. Why does this mysterious organization have such crazy rules?
A whirlwind blew through the sky, and the steel-hard wall of air suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Jonah fell to the ground and stretched out his right hand to the Archon of Sucasa Canyon: "Rose, Miss Rose..."
Ross Ross sat down on the ground tiredly, staring at the helpless 17-year-old boy with his only remaining eye. He wanted to say something, but was unable to make a sound, and finally turned into a meaningful nod.
"Bang, bang, bang," there was a knock on the door at this moment. The astrologer's apprentice turned around and looked at the bedroom door in horror, "Brother Jonah, are you awake? It's been a whole day. If you don't wake up, I will break down the door." Come on," Asai's gentle and pleasant male voice sounded outside the door.
"I...I haven't gotten up yet, can you come back later," Yona replied nervously, using his staff to support his body and stand up.
"Before I got up, I said that the old prince's wine was a bit unauthentic. Maybe his unfilial son had turned it into a cheap product. Look at the tit-for-tat glances between the father and son, sparks are really flying," the Oriental said happily. Following the owner's bad words, the brass door handle began to turn, "I'm coming in. Cover your vital organs. No, it's all men. What can you cover up? I don't know what the habits of you Western Continent people are like. In my hometown, all the men in the village would bathe naked in a big pond,"
"No, no, don't come in yet, wait a minute..." Jonah rushed to the door in a panic, trying to lock the door from the inside, but his steps staggered due to mental shock. As soon as he rushed to the door, Asai He opened the door and walked in, scanning the room with his usual bright smile: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Prince Harimaya is a real snob, look at your bedroom, and then look at the little pigeon cage where I live. The differential treatment is too obvious. Although I don’t mind where I sleep, it’s a bit lonely for you to live in such a big room alone. Brother Yona, if you don’t mind, can I move in with you? "
The astrologer's apprentice's back was covered with cold sweat. He tried his best to block the other person's sight with his body and said with a forced smile: "Who says it's not the case? I just woke up. The wine at the banquet was too strong... I haven't even had time to freshen up and brush my teeth. Asai , can you please let me tidy it up first?"
The Oriental looked at him with a strange expression: "Who can show you how to wash up in the evening? Aren't you dressed neatly? Go ahead, go ahead. I'll sit here for a while. Look, I've prepared drinks and fruits for you." And snacks, there is only a bottle of water in my room, stingy, stingy..." He reached out and patted Jonah on the shoulder, and walked towards the inside of the room. The small coffee table next to the floor-to-ceiling window was filled with food and drinks. Asai Staring directly at the exquisite snacks, he walked around Jonah.
Jonah had no time to stop him. In one moment, Rose Rose's tragic situation would be reflected in the eyes of the Eastern people. At this moment, Jonah's heartbeat almost stopped. Countless thoughts were racing through his mind. How should he explain all this to his new friends? In fact, he himself needs someone to explain all this to him. The person who is most confused now should be himself...
But he saw Asai strolling across the room, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the night in the garden outside, and took a deep breath: "Ah, roses, sun vines and impatiens, the most wonderful harmony of this season. The fragrance of the flowers...you must not drive me away, Brother Jonah, I will definitely stay here tonight and not leave.,,This is a very serious colonial declaration,"
His heart thumped and beat again. The astrologer apprentice slowly exhaled a breath and said incomprehensibly: "Yes, the night is beautiful. Of course you can live here. The bed is big anyway." He turned around suddenly and was dumbfounded. Suddenly, he discovered that the center of the bedroom was empty and empty. Ross Ross was seriously injured and fell to the ground. The dazzling pool of blood on the white carpet and the eyeball that had rolled far away. Everything had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
The Easterner picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and squinted his eyes in contentment: "Creak, creak, creak...ah, delicious butter mille-feuille, the ratio of butter, cream, sugar, eggs and flour is just right, and the heat is controlled. It has to be very precise. Just increase the amount of salt a little bit and it will be perfect. Crunchy... No, such delicious snacks cannot be encountered at any time. You must bring some back." He began to put it in his coat pocket. He looked back at Jonah and said, "Don't tell the miserly prince that a plate of butter puff pastry won't be enough for him... Oops, is this the legendary custard pudding with sprinkles on it?" The raisins actually have chocolate powder sprinkled on them, it’s life-threatening.”
Jonah covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming madly. He quietly walked to the place where the tragedy happened, squatted down and stroked the wool carpet. The white carpet was soft and slender. There was no trace of blood, and there was no evidence that it had ever been stained. A plump lady once fell here, and there was so much blood, blood flowing like a river.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The astrologer apprentice slowly stood up, holding on to his staff to prevent him from falling to the ground due to the violent trembling of his legs. What just happened was by no means an illusion, nor was it illusion or magic projection. Jonah I believe in my own judgment, and I haven't felt any magic fluctuations in the space. There must be some clues left. No matter how the ghost's left hand removes Rose and the blood stains, it is impossible to completely erase all traces.
Jonah was thinking nervously, when Asai suddenly turned around, his nose twitched, and he said vaguely with his mouth full of food: "Do you smell the smell of rat? It seems to be cow blood." smell,"
A thunder click flashed through Jonah's mind. He took a deep breath. Sure enough, there was still a faint smell of blood in the air. Although it was much thinner than before, it was clearly evidence that Rose Rose was bleeding. It was great. , at least the ghost's left hand is real, Miss Rose is real, and all the frightening words about betrayers and the end of the world are also real... Is this a good thing? The astrologer's apprentice didn't know what to do for a moment. Feel relieved or scared.
"Oh, oops, I've bitten my tongue out of hunger, no wonder..." The Easterner hit his forehead and suddenly realized, chewing something in his mouth: "I'm sorry, I can't help but want to hoard when I'm hungry in a strange place. Food, a child from a poor family, a bird used to living in poverty..."
Jonah waved his hands feebly: "Eat slowly...I'll go to the bathroom to wash my face..." He dragged his steps into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom, closed the door, sat on the ground with his back against the door, and stared blankly. On the opposite side of the mirror, above the carved brass wash basin is a huge silver mirror. In the mirror, there is a pale and thin young man wearing a blue robe staring at himself with a dull look. There is a deep meaning hidden in his empty eyes. Deep helplessness.
"What are you looking at?" Jonah grabbed the leather slippers on the floor and threw them towards the mirror, then buried his face between his knees and cried.