Asa now had the Duke's appointment documents in his arms.
He didn't know why the Duke entrusted him with the task of rescuing his daughter like the only savior. With the power and money of the Duke, a group of big-eared monsters would never be a problem. If those green-skinned thieves had been in advance
If they knew it was the daughter of a duke, they would never dare to kidnap it. This was dangerous goods that could attract an army and raze their entire village to the ground. They usually just attacked some passers-by or small caravans, and
Generally, you don’t dare to hurt anyone. And no matter who it is, as long as you bring the ransom, the matter can be solved.
But no matter what the Duke thinks, this is definitely a good thing. He also hopes that he can solve this matter alone and secretly. Not only did the Duke sincerely ask him to rescue his daughter, he also specially gave him a
The appointment document, like the bishop, is said to be convenient for him to act locally.
Of course, the duke does not have the right to directly appoint officials. This document only proves that he is a special envoy appointed by the duke, indicating that he is the duke's person and can change horses at various inns along the way. Moreover, the duke's reputation and power have been growing in recent years, even though
This page will also prove to be a great deterrent in remote locations.
He originally wanted to reject this thing, but along with this document came ten shining gold coins, which were exactly what he needed, so he had no choice but to accept it.
It was already getting late, so he returned to Sandro's big house, preparing to leave again tomorrow.
Asa kept remembering the meditation technique, and when he entered the room, he asked Sandru angrily: "Why didn't you tell me what the meditation technique in the book was? If I had known it, I wouldn't have practiced it.
"
"Why don't you practice?" Sandro stared at him.
"Isn't that evil magic? The bishop said that all the people who practiced it are dead. Do you want to kill me?"
Sandro spat on the ground and said: "The ones who died are all the idiots who tried to practice reluctantly even though they were not qualified enough. There is nothing wrong or right in the thing itself, as long as it is just right, even if you drink too much water,
It can also stretch people to death. I have practiced before, but I stopped practicing when I reached the limit of my body, and nothing happened after so many years."
When he heard that the Bishop asked him to destroy the book, Sandro was stunned for a moment and asked: "Did he really say that?" Then he frowned, ran into the back room, and handed the thing in his hand when he came out.
Tell Asa: "Take it." Asa took it in his hand and looked carefully. They were two black pills.
"Eat quickly, hurry up." Sandro patted Asa on the back like he was coaxing a child.
"How dare I eat something if I don't know anything? It can't be poison."
"This is good medicine." Sandro made an innocent and angry expression. "This is a good thing that I refined using dozens of precious medicinal materials and magic power. Taking it can strengthen your body and improve your mental health."
A hundred times. I see that you have to complete a difficult task tomorrow, so I will give you some energy."
"Really?" Asa smelled it carefully and found it had no taste, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
"Another glass of water to help digestion." Sandro handed him another glass of water.
Asa drank it slowly and found Sandro watching him carefully. He felt very uncomfortable and asked: "What are you doing?"
Sandro looked into his mouth to make sure that he had swallowed the medicine and could no longer spit it out. Then he suddenly shouted in a panic: "Oops, I forgot. This medicine is for me."
The medicine is too strong and must be neutralized with another medicine. Otherwise, it will cause your intestines to pierce, your stomach to be rotten, and you will die in pain."
"You..." Asa glared at him. "What do you mean?"
"I also forgot the prescription for another medicine, but it was recorded in that book. You must find that book and give it to me as soon as possible." He patted Asa on the shoulder, and then looked very innocent.
Said, "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't mean it. But don't worry, the effect of this drug is not that fast. It will take a long time to take effect. I believe you can get that book to me before the poison takes effect."
Mine. Please remember not to show the book to others, and only I can understand the prescriptions written on it..."
Then he seemed to think of something again, and told Asa in the kind tone unique to the elders: "By the way, and also, my memory is not very good. If you tell Bishop Ronis about this, I will be shocked.
I’m so frightened that I can’t remember anything.”
Asa sighed and nodded, patted Sandro on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, I will give you the book, and then tell the bishop that the book has been destroyed, right?" He really didn't believe he could play.
What connection do these little tricksters have with the legendary Guild of the Dead?
"So you are so smart, I never noticed it before." Sandro nodded sheepishly, and then said with a serious expression. "But it is really a powerful poison. You have to feel the pressure.
, so that you can concentrate your attention, otherwise you will get dizzy when you see a woman. If that woman is in your arms again and you act coquettishly and tell you to destroy the book, won't you risk your own life?"
Asa nodded impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, I understand, I will give the book to you."
With a bang, the two wooden doors were kicked open violently. A group of people rushed in, almost all of them burly men holding weapons.
Only the leader was a thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He stared at Asa and said to the others: "This is the guy. The young master has an order to live. But you can cut off a few limbs. The first one to let go
The man who poured him out had five gold coins."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone rushed towards the five gold coins standing in front of them.
"I seem to be looking for you. Take your time and get busy." Sandro turned around and walked away.
Asa didn't understand how these unknown people came to find him, but he knew very well what to do when faced with people who were charging towards him with weapons. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He stretched out his hand and fired fireballs towards them one by one.
The people sent it out, and this time they used almost all their strength.
Asa knows very well the trick of using less to fight more. The side with more people usually holds the advantage and has a loose mentality. As long as you show their unexpected strength and knock down a few of them at once, their morale will be disrupted, and then it will be easy to deal with them.
.
Although this fireball was not as powerful as the one in the Whispering Forest, it was significantly improved than before. It hit the man in the chest and blew him upside down. Several people next to him were also blown away.
The aftermath of the explosion shook...
"Oh?" Sandro, who walked to the side to watch the excitement, opened his eyes wide and was surprised by the power of this fireball.
The other people did not pause, but took advantage of the interval between his spells to rush over more ferociously. Asa could tell at a glance that these were veterans who had experienced many battles. He drew the knife from behind.
He only held the two swords of the people coming from the front, and Asa drew out his hand and fired out a fireball, blowing up the two people coming from the side. He now felt that the magic power was flowing freely and endlessly in his body.
This was the first time he fought with someone after escaping from the Whispering Forest, and he felt like he had made a lot more progress than before. The power of meditation and the sunwell gradually merged in his body, not only the magic power, but also the physical body.
produces wonderful effects.
Asa slashed two of them across the back of the knife. He didn't want to kill anyone, but he just used the back of the knife. Naturally, his attacks were not light. Every time he struck, there was a sound of bones breaking. But he didn't expect this group of people to be so fierce.
Just as he turned around, the big man who had been slashed to the ground endured the pain and got up and stabbed him in the back, but he only wiped it on the robe before swinging away.
Asa didn't even look back, he took a step back and struck out with his elbow. The sound of broken facial bones and a muffled cry sounded at the same time. He would never be able to get up again this time.
Someone from the side brandished a long sword and rushed up. Asa simply stepped forward to block the sword with his arm, and then smashed the man's jaw to pieces with the handle of the knife. He came back with another fireball, a guy who wanted to sneak attack from behind.
It flew out and hit a shelf containing glass bottles containing various organs. The internal organs and potions fell all over the floor along with the broken glass. Sandro cursed beside him.
Seeing his fighting style, the remaining few finally felt timid and stood there, only daring to put on a posture but never came over again.
"Stop!" shouted a loud voice. The thin man who was the leader ran over secretly and held a knife to Sandro's neck.
"Don't move, or I'll cut off this old man's head." The thin man shouted majestically, obviously feeling that he had already taken advantage of him.
The thin man is very proud. He is not very good at fighting. Although he is basically a planner, he usually has little chance of being reused under the master who prefers to watch and kill. This time, because the master was killed by the master before he left, he was very proud of himself.
He called him, and he was the only one who had seen the appearance of the man who injured his master last time, so he asked him to bring people. He felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God, so he had to seize it and take it well.
Performance.
"Don't move. If you move, a hole will open in the old man's neck, and blood will flow out gurglingly. Think about what that scene is like. Have you ever heard the sound of someone whose throat was cut? That doesn't sound good.
, especially when it comes to one's relatives and friends. Look at this old gentleman, he must not have much blood left at such an old age." The thin man described it forcefully to strengthen his deterrence.
He saw that the opponent did not move, and seemed to have really pinched his vitals, so he became even more proud. He was very sure of the effect of his usual method. He had always despised those who used brute force to confront the opponent head-on.
A fighting partner and proud of his superior intelligence.
As long as you are a human being, you will have relatives, friends, and people you value. Instead of spending all your time hacking and killing people, it is better to easily grasp these weak points and immediately make them submit without any blood.
He smiled proudly. This was a typical example of his wisdom being better than brute force. In this situation of overwhelming defeat, it was his wisdom that controlled the situation. He could already imagine how his master looked at him differently after returning.
He was entrusted with important tasks, and from now on he would be the number one subordinate, a military advisor level figure. Full of ambition, he commanded the companions standing there with dignity: "Go up and chop off his hands and feet a few times.
Remember, you must cut off the tendons above the flesh so that he can no longer move, but don't hurt the important blood vessels. The young master said that he must live." He looked at Asa and said: "Don't move.
My knife is very fast."
The two big men stepped forward, swung their weapons, and slashed at Asa's feet. They were both experienced, and they slashed directly at his heel.
Screams rang out, but it was two big men who fell. Asa not only moved, but also moved violently. He suddenly jumped away and stretched out his hand to pull the two big men over. The two men's weapons were slashed at each other, and then
Their heads were banged together hard, and they collapsed to the ground with a muffled sound.
The thin man was frightened and angry, and decided to show his strength and tell the person who ignored his threat that he was not shouting loudly but was actually cruel. He picked up the knife and cut the old man's face in his hand. He had encountered this before.
In such a situation, as long as you cut off the hostage's ears and nose or make a few cuts on the body, the hostage will not dare to resist anymore as soon as he sees the miserable condition of his friends and relatives and hears the screams.
As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly found that he couldn't move. The old man's white, old, wrinkled hand just stretched out and touched his other hand, and his body seemed to suddenly turn into wood.
Stiffened.
The old man turned around and sighed nostalgically: "It's been a long time since someone held a knife against me." Looking at the knife in his hand, "Knife, you can't hold it like this..." Then he stretched out his hands one by one.
He pulled his fingers apart, changed the way he held the knife, then pulled his fingers back one by one, pinched his wrist and cut his face with the knife.
Every part of the thin man's body felt normal and clear, and the joints were flexible, but all the muscles were stiff. He watched helplessly as the knife cut into his left cheek, and the muscles were cut open by the severe pain of the blade.
Blood gushed out from the incision, then gathered into a small river on the skin, flowing down his chin. He couldn't even blink, only tears flowed out of his wide-open eyes due to pain, and then mixed with the blood.
dropping.
The knife cut out the thin man's ear, and almost took off half of his face. His crotch was completely soaked, but he still raised his hand to wave the knife, and even the remaining half of his face was still wet.
With that vicious expression, Sandro was still saying to him like he was teaching a child: "Look, the cutting pattern is so good, the knife must be held like this... Oh, I forgot that you can't see...
..The next time you take a knife to kill someone, you must hold it like this. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot again. It seems that there will be no next time for you...".
The big men over there had already started to retreat towards the door. Sandro said to the thin man with emotion: "Why are your companions ignoring you and running away by yourself? This is not possible, go and stop them quickly."
That pale and withered hand effortlessly grasped the skinny man's body. It seemed that what was under that hand was not skin and muscles, but just a pile of mud.
The thin man immediately discovered that a very strange feeling was spreading rapidly in his body. To be precise, it was not a feeling, but a feeling of losing feeling. All the feelings in the body centered on that hand were disappearing rapidly. He
Before I even had time to think about what was going on, I couldn't even feel the feeling of thinking.
Sandro just threw the thin man's more than 100 kilogram body and flew straight out and hit the few people who were trying to escape, and then exploded with a popping sound like a fart. Such a small
The explosion won't do any damage, it will just splash out the contents of the thin man's body.
What splashed out was not red flesh, blood, internal organs, or anything like that, but a smelly paste like sludge that had accumulated in a stinking ditch for a lifetime. This person who was alive just now actually lost his body in the blink of an eye.
It looked like it had been rotting inside for decades.
The black paste exploded from the corpse flew to the big men who wanted to run. They immediately burst out with screams as they were drenched in red-hot iron juice and fell limply to the ground. However, they only screamed a few times before becoming mute.
Then he lay there motionless, and the skin all over his body turned the gray color of pork that had been left out for several days.
Asa stared at the scene in front of him with his mouth open. He knew that Sandru would not need his help, but he really did not expect such a scene.
Sandro clapped his hands easily. His hands were still so pale, and the deaths of those people just now did not leave any traces on him. He seemed as relaxed as just going to the toilet and drinking a glass of water, and turned around to look
Looking at Asa, he said: "Do you know that you must have died several times just now?"
Sandro's tone became unusually serious. "I know that killing someone is not an easy task. It's much harder than those stupid young men in the pub who have never done anything bragging about. I vomited for a day after the first time I killed someone.
, and then I didn’t eat anything for three days." He was as serious as a responsible teacher instructing his students. "But if you don’t want to be killed, you have to get used to the feeling of killing. Obviously others want you.
Is it because you still cut me off with the back of a knife mercilessly to save my life? Let me ask you again, if I really had no ability to resist just now, would you really have any scruples?"
"...Probably...will..." Asa said honestly.
"Then you wait for others to cut off your limbs and drag you away like a dead pig? You are no longer a threat. How do you think others will treat those who threaten you?" Sandro said seriously.
Only then did Asa discover that he was actually a very majestic, dignified, and even murderous old man.
Asa said nothing. These things became clear as soon as he thought about it.
Sandro shook his head, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it. He only said: "You will slowly realize it yourself." Then he walked to a big man lying on the ground. The big man was beaten to pieces by Asa with the back of his knife.
He had broken his collarbone and was curled up in a ball, moaning. Sandro bent down and reached out to touch his face. The big man stopped moaning after sighing as if he was relieved, and his hands, feet and body were huddled together.
He also relaxed suddenly. Everyone could see that he was completely relaxed.
Sandro walked towards another big man on the ground, and Asa quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Forget it, they are no longer able to resist..."
"Do you remember the boastful butcher shop owner?" Sandro asked. Asa was stunned, he didn't know what Sandro meant by mentioning this at this time.
"One of his daughters was raped last month. He went to seek advice, but was stabbed in the face. Now he is still lying half-dead at home." Sandro gestured with his face with his hand.
, it happened to be the place where he cut off the thin man just now, and then pointed to the large pool of black liquid that exploded. There were still some fragments of melting bones visible in it, but the pool was completely invisible.
He was once a person. "He did it. These guys seem to be domestic slaves raised by some high-ranking official. I tell you, each of them often does this kind of thing, and there are few people on the street who don't know them."
They are afraid of them. Do you feel pity for them or for those who are bullied by them?"
Asa watched silently as Sandro stepped forward and touched the big men lying on the ground groaning one by one. These strong men seemed to be worse than ants under the hands of this old man Yan, and they moved almost silently.
All dead.
Sandro came back and said in a lecturing tone: "I'll tell you again, I will do this even if none of them deserve to die."
"If you let them go, they will go back and tell their master, and then more people will come, even the Royal Guards and the church's priests. Am I going to kill them all? And if
It is rumored that there is a person in the magic academy who can use the black magic of the Necromancer Guild, and the bishop is still in contact with this person, so what kind of trouble will it cause? How do you think we should deal with it?"
Asa nodded silently, it was indeed difficult to deal with. He asked: "Then how should we deal with this situation now?"
"What is it like now? What is it like now? I don't know anything. I have been discussing things with the bishop this evening. The bishop can testify for me. I don't know how these people died here, broken into pieces
I don’t know who to ask for compensation for stealing my things.”
Asa was stunned, then nodded. He was speechless.
"Don't be swayed by those simple emotions, think more about the consequences of the next development, and then go in the direction you should do. You must know that the thing on your neck is not used to grow hair. You are leaving tomorrow
I'm going to get that book back. You don't even know if you can come back alive just like you are now." Sandro's lecture tone slowly became calmer. "There are many things that you may feel uncomfortable at the beginning.
It's comfortable, but to survive in this world you have to practice and get used to it, and you have to know that the world doesn't revolve around your feelings."
Asa sighed, wanted to nod, and then wanted to shake his head.