Part One Getting Involved Chapter Four Ordinary Life
It has been a month, and the search for the terrorist prisoner is still in full swing. Teams of Guardsmen can be seen searching everywhere on the streets at any time. Portraits have been pasted on the streets and alleys, and people are talking about the prisoner above. Some people say that he is an enemy country.
Some said the spy sent was a new type of orc, while others said it was a cultist from the Undead Guild.
Asa followed the old man Sandro and several vegetable vendors around the butcher shop. He listened to the boss frothing at the mouth and told how the cultist drew talismans on his hands. He shouted, and all the people in the prison were immediately dismembered and bleeding.
Chenghe. Several vegetable vendors whispered to each other and agreed to go to the church together to pray for holy water for protection.
"Holy water must be sprinkled close to the body. It is most effective on underwear." Old man Sandro said to several vegetable vendors.
A group of patrolling Guards passed by Asa, and a few of them glanced at him curiously.
It was just a glance. Even Asa didn't dare to look at himself more when he saw the mirror. His current face was like an ugly face made of wax that had been burned by fire and then solidified again, making it look pitted.
He was covered with oily sarcoma, his facial features were deformed and twisted, and even his eyes were torn out of alignment. Even an orc or a big-eared monster was ten generations more handsome than him.
Of course, this is just a mask. It is a well-made mask, with pores visible, and the blood vessels on the tumor looming, and it feels as elastic as real skin. Old Sandro's craftsmanship is very good, and it feels comfortable to wear.
I didn't feel any discomfort, but Asa didn't dare to ask him what it was made of.
He bent down, picked up a mat on his back, limped a little when walking, and put on a shabby robe that covered his whole body. It was completely suitable for his appearance. After wandering around the streets with Sandro for two days, several
Everyone on the street is familiar with him, and they all know that he is the hunchbacked assistant of old Sandro.
The old man Sandro was actually considered a member of the Magic Academy, and the big house full of corpses also belonged to the Magic Academy. This somewhat surprised Asa. Even in the countryside of Kalendo, those who were addicted to bad wine and prostitutes
When miners and blacksmiths mention the Academy of Magic, they have to show respect. It is the most important institution of the church. In many people's minds, it is almost the center of the church. It is a place where magic is studied and priests and magicians are trained.
Mentioning the royal family or other military affairs to lower-class civilians feels like a vague concept, far less interesting than street rumors. But once you are injured or do something wrong, you feel uneasy and guilty, but it is a priest from the magic academy.
They come to help. Therefore, in the minds of ordinary people, it is a sacred and noble place.
But just like a woman, no matter how saintly she looks, is just a human being, she will go to the toilet. Since the magic academy wants to study healing magic, it must study the human body, and it must have a special place to store corpses.
Of course, considering the sanctity of the church, this kind of research is only conducted as quietly as possible when necessary, and such a place cannot be in the magic academy. The big house is built in a remote corner on the west side of the city, and the only living thing in it is
Asa and Sandro the old man.
Old Sandro's job is actually just to keep and classify various organs and limbs. He has a lot of free time and sometimes goes to the market. But usually he likes to mess around with corpses, such as re-creating different parts of several people.
Put it together into a human form, use some inexplicable magic on the corpse, cut an organ into dozens of small pieces, soak it in dozens of different medicines, etc. This is a hobby that consumes a lot of corpses, so Shan
Drew has a good relationship with the jailers and guards in the city. Whenever there is an insignificant or unclaimed body, he will immediately sell it to him for a few copper coins. Asa's job is to transport, help cut up the body, and chop it into pieces.
Organs, go to the market to buy daily necessities to solve the diet of the two.
Usually no one comes near the big house. But apart from the three wild cats nearby, there will be a guest every two or three days. He is also an old man, wearing a black robe, and his cheeks are so thin that he looks like he has never had a full meal in his life.
There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he had never slept well. He always came to see Sandro at night. At this time, Sandro would let Asa go into the cabin to read by himself. The two old men
They lit candles in a big room full of corpses and organs and chatted until midnight.
Two months ago, from the mountains in the western wilderness, I watched helplessly as all my troops were annihilated, and then I was chased by orcs. I ran for my life in the Lizard Swamp, and almost had my head screwed off. Then I came to the royal capital and became inexplicably.
The most notorious fugitive in the entire royal capital is now in a big room full of corpses, accompanying a weird old man to play with the corpses. Thinking of what happened during this period, even I find it incredible.
It stands to reason that he could have slipped away quietly while old Sandro was not paying attention. With this mask and his current popularity in the city, he would have been able to pass without any hindrance. But he has never done so.
There are many reasons for not escaping. For example, learning magic has been an unattainable wish for him since he was a child. There are many books about magic in Sandro's house. And he is also waiting here for Brakada's motorcade to arrive.
Xiao Yi was sent back. This seemed to be the only turning point in this predicament. The Duke's order of 'execute on the spot' gave him no chance to clarify for himself, not to mention that he didn't know the reason at all. The only
The only hope is to wait for her to come back and see if the misunderstanding can be clarified.
Asa always thought that the Duke wanted him because of some misunderstanding between him and Xiao Yi. Under the current circumstances, he could only guess this way.
But these are not the most important. The reason why Asa has not escaped is because he doesn't think there is anything wrong with this strange life.
Probably because I experienced too much blood and cruelty that night two months ago, and now I don't feel disgusted anymore living surrounded by corpses and organs.
Probably because he was so close to death so many times in the Lizard Swamp that he almost died, and now he doesn't feel nervous at all when looking at the search troops all over the street. Sometimes he even sees groups of young soldiers running so hard for themselves.
Despite the hard work, I felt an inexplicable kindness towards them. I wanted to go over and grab them, invite them to sit at a street stall and have something to eat, and earnestly advised them not to waste any more effort.
Probably old man Sandro was used to contact with corpses, so he treated people as corpses without any warning, and it was very easy to get along with him. He never asked about Asa, or even asked Asa's name. Anyway, there was no one in the big house.
There were only two living people. As soon as the other person spoke, he knew that he was talking to him. On the contrary, Sandro named the three wild cats that often came to the big house to look for food. The two seemed to have already shared their curiosity about each other.
Long-time friends who are all gone.
What's more important is that his daily magic learning and meditation attracted all his energy. Every day he can feel that he is making progress. From the simplest hemostasis to the true recovery technique, from the most basic one to use two fingers.
Light a candle until you can grill a fish with your bare hands.
He also found a dusty book from behind old man Sandro's bookshelf. The pages were made of leather and were very old but not damaged at all. This was a very strange book. Look at the inside from the catalog above.
It records an astonishing amount of magic and various skills and anecdotes related to magic. But except for the table of contents and the opening chapter about meditation methods, they are all written in a language that Asa does not recognize. Neither does Asa.
Ask Sandro, and I will just practice meditation every day according to the method written in the first article that he can understand.
He has been studying, practicing, and meditating like this every day. He has been completely immersed in his continuous progress since he was five years old. For him, this way of life is the most peaceful and peaceful. Everything is so natural, without the slightest trace.
Nervous and deliberate. Asa spent a month unknowingly in this ordinary life full of corpses and pursuits.
Ordinary life always makes people feel relaxed. Over time, people's feelings seem to be completely integrated into every detail of this kind of life, and they no longer think about any fluctuations or changes. But he knows that this is not possible.
, after all, some things can't end like this. He can't be a fugitive all his life for no reason, and he can't live in the shadows all his life. Although it seems that there is no danger now, what he can't stand the most is having something restricting him.
And we couldn't let so many people die in vain on the mountains in the western wilderness. Out of a strange intuition, Asa had a vague feeling that the situation he reported in the Duke's Mansion did not really reach where it should be.
"Hey, let's go, why are you so confused?" Old Sandro handed him a bag of bought things. Asa took the things, buried his head and limped away.
That night, after Asa meditated, he was attracted by the light coming from the window. He walked out of the big house and saw the bright full moon for the second time in his life.
It was exactly two months ago that I last saw that mountaintop in the wilderness in the west. It was also a soft but dazzling moon. No star dared to shine in the sky. This moonlight brought back Asa's memory.