Sandro pushed the female body away, pulled out a big cloth from underneath, shook the dust off a few times and threw it to Asa, saying, "This dress is worth another half a year of work."
He took it and saw that it was a very old cloak. "Half a year? It's really a loss to the entire continent's bandit community that you don't become a bandit." Asa shook his head. Look at this, it's thick, smelly, heavy, and full of...
It is a dusty cloth. It is covered with traces of blood and other liquids that have solidified for an unknown period of time and have become integrated with the material of the cloth.
Sandro's eyes bulged and he said: "These are the treasures I collected when I was young. They are very memorable."
There was a knock on the door of the big house suddenly.
Three very rhythmic knocks on the door showed the refinement and magnanimity of the person who knocked on the door. The tone was neither light nor heavy, just enough for the people inside to hear it without disturbing them at all. No matter how sensitive you are, your mood
No matter how bad the host is, he will never find such a visit abrupt.
If you can walk here, you must know where this place is. And facing a room full of corpses, an old man handling the corpses, and a cripple helping to handle the corpses, who would be as polite as visiting an elegant hermit?
Knocking on the door politely and in such a personable way?
Sandro also wanted to see who this polite person was, so he opened the door himself. Asa quickly put on the mask.
The door opened, and a very dignified middle-aged gentleman stood outside.
A middle-aged man with a happy life has a slightly stout figure. At his waist is a very gorgeous and beautiful sword that seems more like a decoration, a suit of clothes that suits him well, and a top hat.
With a neatly trimmed beard, narrowed eyes, and a gentle and polite smile, this is indeed a gentleman who will knock on the door politely no matter what kind of door he is at.
The gentleman bowed, saluted Sandro gracefully, and asked: "Are you Mr. Sandro?"
"Yes. I am." Sandro answered hurriedly, as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly appear and compete with him for this title.
"I'm Duke Mulak." This fat and amiable gentleman introduced himself. "Can you let me in? I'm here to find someone."
"Okay, okay, please come in." Sandro was like a hospitable host. He was very enthusiastic and made a generous gesture to invite the Duke into the big room, and then pointed at the corpses and organs all over the room. "
There are many people here, I wonder who the Duke is looking for?"
"I'm looking for him." The Duke's smiling eyes had been falling on Asa who just had a shroud covering his body since he entered the door. He slowly walked towards Asa with his hands behind his back.
Asa took a step back.
He didn't know why he took a step back. This polite and elegant gentleman was very charming, and when he heard that he was the Duke, he had the urge to go up and explain and ask. But he didn't know
Why, as soon as he saw the Duke walking towards him, he unconsciously took a step back.
But he only took one step back and stopped moving. The Duke walked slowly in front of him. When he looked at the Duke, who was half a head shorter than himself, he realized that he was not pretending to be hunchback or lame.
He must have been faking it. In the past two months, he had developed the habit of automatically bending over and lame when in front of others. But when his eyes met with the Duke's, all his attention was drawn to it.
, completely forgetting to maintain body posture.
No. Asa immediately felt that it was not that he had forgotten to maintain his body posture, but that his body had unknowingly transformed into a posture of full alert. He was like a beast that smelled danger, and all the muscles in his body
They all entered a highly sensitive state that was on the verge of breaking out.
His spirit has also entered the empty state he had been practicing meditation for the past two months. Every subtle pulsation of the body's muscles is under his control, and he can feel every movement of air around his skin. He can even
It can be felt that the magic power and spirit are constantly condensing and flowing in the body, and can burst out at any time.
He only took one step back just now, not because he felt there was no need to retreat, but because he couldn't retreat anymore.
Retreating is the limit. The limit for beasts to pursue their prey.
As long as he made the slightest move, the amiable-looking Duke would kill him instantly with the swiftness of a leopard and the ferocity of a lion.
The Duke's eyes seemed to pierce into Asa's eyes and then go straight to every detail of his body, taking in everything about him.
A smile appeared on the Duke's lips. It was a mixture of praise, regret, and ridicule. He said calmly: "This young man saved my little daughter from some bad guys last night. I know he is still two years old."
I really want to thank him for saving my eldest daughter a month ago. But..." The Duke took his right hand out from behind his back. As if it was just a casual movement, he put his hand on his belt, next to him.
That sword was so gorgeous that it was almost vulgar.
Asa couldn't hear what the Duke was saying at all. All his energy was on the Duke's right hand and the sword beside him.
There was no basis for it, but he did know that even if there was just a piece of charcoal in the gorgeous sword shell, the moment the hand next to him took it out, he could swing it in two pieces like a crispy radish.
Asa's physical strength and magic power have all gathered, concentrated, mixed with spirit and fighting spirit to become a point that is about to explode. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, he must use all his strength before his head flies up.
burst out.
He had the illusion that he was still being hunted in the lizard swamp, and that the chase had come to an end and that he had no way out. The beast-like fighting spirit and madness were completely revived in his heart.
Asa didn't move, his mood was even very peaceful, completely immersed in the empty state of meditation, but he could feel the wolf in the deepest part of his soul howling with its sharp canine teeth.
Are you coming to kill me? Come on, come on, try to see if I can kill you.
The smile at the corners of the Duke's lips grew longer, and the mocking tone in his approval became even stronger. The white, neatly manicured hand had already slid onto the hilt of the sword.
"Oh? A hero saves a beauty, so heroic." Sandro suddenly said in a weird voice beside him. I don't know when he stood behind the Duke, and he was still playing with a few dead people's teeth. This was him
I have an old habit of holding a few dead people's things in my hands and pinching them when I have nothing to do.
Asa saw that the Duke's hand suddenly tightened, and the veins on it became ferocious, but he could feel that it was not murderous intent, but nervousness. The rhythm of the Duke's breathing suddenly became disordered, and he kept locking himself.
His eyes were also distracted, and the sense of urgency disappeared. Asa could even see the fear in the Duke's eyes. It was like a hunter who was fully prepared to assassinate a beast and was about to get up.
While I was doing this, someone suddenly stuffed a large piece of ice into my crotch.
A few teeth made the sound of caracara in Sandro's hand. Sandro's hand was very old, full of wrinkles, and very white, so white that even a trace of blood vessels and hairs could not be seen, giving him a complexion that was worse than that of a dead person. It was so pale. Even the sound of the teeth clashing against each other in his hand had this ominous paleness.
The expression on the Duke's face did not change at all. But it was no longer a smile, or even an expression. It was just that the face of the previous moment had solidified. The muscles on the face were still the same, but there was no longer any emotion, as if giving A person refers to a mechanical demonstration of what a smiley face is.
The focus of the Duke's eyes was still on Asa's face. But Asa could feel that he was not looking at himself, but at Sandro, who was standing behind him and could not see him at all. He was looking at it with all his concentration. Just like he had just seen Like a Duke.
Now not only could he take a step back, but even if he danced, the Duke would not react at all. Asa felt that he suddenly became a bystander.
Asa didn't move, and the Duke didn't move either. Sandro continued to fiddle with his teeth, as if they were carved in stone. The entire hall seemed to be frozen, and even time couldn't continue to pass. Only a few teeth were hitting each other. , making a sound that one could tell was dead.
It seemed like a century before the Duke took a long breath and regained his vitality, and the gentle smile reappeared on his face.
The voice of Caracalla also disappeared. Sandro stopped holding his teeth and staggered to the front of the Duke.
The Duke's eyes returned to Asa's face again, and there was no longer any uncomfortable feeling in it, and he asked: "Who is this young man from the old gentleman?"
"It's my assistant." Sandro dropped the tooth in his hand on the stone table.
"Just an assistant?" The Duke frowned slightly, but the smile on his face did not change at all. "But... I suspect that your assistant is closely related to a very important matter, and I want to Bring back...."
"No." Sandro refused sternly. "Who will help me if he leaves? Those corpses are very heavy."
The Duke sighed, showed a regretful smile, and said: "Then I'm sorry for disturbing you." He bowed to Sandro, turned around and walked out of the big house, not forgetting to close the door again.
Asa's eyes swept across the table, and he noticed that the teeth of the dead man Sandro had just put down had a strange change. That was definitely not the change that teeth should have. The teeth were not ice, not iron, and not mud. Of course they won't become soft, let alone melt. But these little things that were clicking just now are slowly, like maltose chewed in the mouth, gradually softening, being pulled out of shape by their own weight, and gradually It melted into a small pool of strange liquid. Then the liquid quickly disappeared, leaving only a few fist-sized holes corroded on the granite tabletop.
Asa looked at the old man in front of him from head to toe as if he were an egg that had just eaten a person, nodded and said, "Thank you for saving me."
"Of course I want to save you." Sandro seemed surprised that he would ask this obvious question. "You still owe me four years of work."
Duke Mulak walked out of the big house, took off his top hat, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Pegasus hurried back to the Duke's Mansion.
Clovis was waiting for him in the study. He already knew where the Duke had gone from Chris's mouth, and he also roughly guessed what was going on.
When he was about to ask, the Duke said to him first: "Go back to the Holy Knights and bring all your small team with you. They must be fully equipped."
"Ah?" Clovis heard clearly, but he didn't understand. The Holy Knights are the elite among the elites in the entire empire's army. His small team of more than 40 people once planned to occupy nearly a thousand people in a city.
The religious organizations were completely killed.
The Duke did not explain, but further ordered: "Remember, don't be arrogant. And move quickly."
In the big room, Asa put on the cloak Sandro had just given him, and returned to the hunchbacked lame man. He wanted to sneak out of the city and leave the royal capital as soon as possible.
The Duke said just now that knowing that he saved his daughter, the reason why the Duke wanted to kill him would definitely not be due to some misunderstanding.
Asa didn't know what the reason was. He only knew that since a duke wanted to do everything possible to kill himself, the only way was to escape desperately. And he didn't want to implicate anyone. He could see that Sandro was actually very good.
He was powerful, but he also knew that no matter how powerful a person was, there was a limit. The Duke could mobilize hundreds of Royal Guards here to catch him. If a few hundred didn't work, thousands would be used, or even the Holy Knights.
He bowed to Sandro: "Thank you for letting me hide here these two months."
Sandro stared at him and said: "You don't want to run away? You still owe me four years of work."
Asa shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "When I get rich in the future, I will definitely thank you. If I stay here now, I will cause trouble to you."
Sandro shook his head and said: "Once you run away, trouble will always be trouble. You will leave some for me. Don't be afraid of trouble. If you solve the trouble, there will be no more trouble."
Asa smiled bitterly and walked towards the door. If he didn't run, he would never get into trouble again. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from far away.
Asa's expression changed, he turned around and rushed towards the window, but Sandru raised his hand and said, "Don't panic, the person who solves the problem is here."