It is absolutely not allowed for any man other than himself to come into contact with Lai Leke, because the daughter [belongs to him only], and no man other than Rose himself is allowed to touch Lai Leke. Only he, as the father, can pollute it.
Touching can be blasphemy, you can molest the girl who is as pure as a lamb, and gain happiness and [salvation] from it.
Therefore, Rosse will never forgive, accept, or tolerate that little bastard from out of town who broke into the territory that only belongs to him and touches Laileke that only belongs to him. That little bastard must pay a heavy price for this.
Atonement and apology.
[It’s his own fault for breaking into Laileke’s room and talking to Laileke...!!]
Huddled in the shadows and under the flickering light of the stove, the man babbled in his mind and weaved a list of crimes. He poured the sleeping powder powder, which had proven its effectiveness and value many times, into Roland's bowl and stirred it.
It is difficult to let go of trivial things that are purely accidental, and it is selfish and arrogant to force all the faults on others. At the same time, it is unreasonable to rationalize the crime and require others to take responsibility.[
——The man named [Rosevitanen] has completely rotted and gone mad, leaving only the desire and obsession of an empty beast in the human body.
After reading Rosse's life up to this point, all a person in his right mind can make is this fairly pertinent comment. A grumpy onlooker will describe Rosse in more straightforward terms.
Scum, beasts, maggots.
Rosse himself would not think so. He is undoubtedly a genuine human being. There is no one who represents humanity better than him. There is no other creature that is as good at and keen on betrayal and betrayal as humans.
Although the kid named Roland had aroused his murderous intention, Rosse hesitated and ultimately did not harm the child.
The reason is definitely not a stupid and lame joke like the sudden resurrection of a long-dead conscience.
He personally sent many people to the border of hell. He has become numb to the sight and action of killing. His conscience has completely disappeared from him. The reason that prevented Rose from hurting the children is simply because he has not received the share he deserves.
.
A healthy and good-looking boy like this should be able to earn a lot of money by selling him to a slave trader. After receiving the reward, he would send the boy who touched his private parts into a pit of fire that would be worse than death.
——Compared to killing directly, this can satisfy the twisted desire for revenge.
Carrying the [harvest] of 30 silver coins in his arms, Rosé walked through the sparsely sunny woods with joy and joy. He walked quickly towards the old mill where the windmill could be heard in the distance. He almost ran and shouted loudly.
In the joyful mood of catharsis, the abnormal signs that should have attracted Rose's attention were carelessly ignored.
He was already salvageable, and the last chance to be rescued away from danger and saved his life slipped through the fingers of the unaware man. In the gap between trees more than 300 meters to the right of the excited man, several tethered horses appeared
The purebred fast horse was minding its own business chewing the fresh green grass without even looking at the complacent humans.
This is an extremely obvious phenomenon. There are very few travelers on this trail who are wealthy enough to afford purebred fast horses. Nobles of high status will never go for a walk in such a remote place.
Because he was too excited, Rosse completely ignored the scenery and doubts.
Quickly running up the wooden stairs, after a series of creaking sounds of the board sinking and deforming, Rose stood at the door of the house, letting her rapid breathing relax, and used a low voice to announce her daily return home amidst the knocking on the door.
"I'm back."
【Welcome back, dad.】
——Every day after such exquisite and pleasant answers, there would be a burst of hurried and cheerful footsteps behind the door, and then the wooden door with the bolt removed would slowly open with awkward friction. The threshold was the other side of the boundary. Laile could laugh happily.
Faces were welcoming him home.
Click!
Amidst the screams that almost disintegrated instantly, the wooden door suddenly opened its mouth to eat people. Two young men who had never seen it before grabbed Rose, who was still smiling. Before he could react, the homeowner was thrown into the house.
The door slams loudly filled with fiery anger, and the extraordinary inside the mill is cut off from the outside world.[
"It's really hard to come all the way back, Mr. Virtanen."
The staggering body held on to the chair that almost disintegrated on the spot after the collision. He had just stabilized his steps and had not yet figured out what was going on from the shock and confusion. Before Rosse burst out with angry sparks, a polite man fell above his head.
young greetings.
"You...who are you?! What do you want to do in my house?!! You..."
The explosive anger was directed at the young man who was obviously the leader of the uninvited guest group. He raised his red face and wanted to curse. The sight in front of him made Rose tremble with fear. When he reached the top, his voice suddenly dropped like a newborn cat.
Like a whimper.
The lazy sitting posture with your feet crossed, your right foot raised, and your hands intertwined on your knees is considered polite from a guest's point of view, but if the owner of the young voice in front of you adopts this arrogant posture, it will make people uncomfortable.
The inexplicable feeling of matching further created the illusion that this young man was the owner of the mill.
The black hair that has never been seen before is integrated with the novel style coat with long hem of the same color, radiating a strong sense of wholeness and elegance to the surroundings. The young man, who is as deep as the twilight night, squints his eyes and faces the shabby mill with no pupils.
Master, there is an aggressive majesty under the bridge of the nose that is not straight, and the slightly curved lips are like the dim crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.
He has never killed anyone himself, and has witnessed many people being killed, dismembered, discarded, and buried. Rosse, who has long been numb to the murderer and the murdered, may not be very courageous, but he is definitely not going to be killed by a person he has never seen before.
The strange face that I heard about combined with a set of strange clothes with indescribable style can easily scare a young man who is a high-class person. What makes this man who has witnessed a lot of deaths become frightened and discolored must be something deeper.
, the reason is that it is too much beyond its bearing capacity.
On the second floor of a mill with poor lighting design, a young man sitting upright shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands in a helpless gesture. A polite smile that was incompatible with the poor and dilapidated mill released the huge pressure and a mischievous smile.
Voice.
"I'm just a passerby who is looking for his rebellious adopted son with his companions. For some reasons, I have to bother your house and Mr. Rose Wilhelmovich Vitanen. Oops... I'm really sorry."
The etiquette in answering questions was very thoughtful and meticulous, and the steady smile combined with the exotic beauty was impeccable. Only the chilling mischievous tone highlighted the heterogeneous atmosphere, causing Rose to fall into silence after hearing the answer.
My house was filled with the noise of the worn gear mechanism and I couldn't help but breathe heavily.
To be fair, the boy's appearance is a bit different from ordinary people, and has nothing to do with words such as ugly, vulgar, and sweaty. He is the kind of unparalleled beauty that makes women scream erotically.
Rosey knew very well that it was the ferocity that had been bathed in blood, the ferocity outlined by bloodthirsty - such a hateful and heterogeneous thing was carved out after a series of complex processes such as mixing, blending, stirring, refining, etc. It was only something that people would not dare to
The poisonous flowers that you touch only possess the deadly beauty.
"In addition to apologizing and thanking my naughty adopted son, Roland Dark, for causing trouble to your house, personally, I also want to give a compliment to Mr. Virtanen."
Behind the homely tone of the chatter, the dazzling crescent moon revealed its white and neat teeth. Among the lines between the teeth that were exposed like fangs, the cold entity that completely shattered the defenses and illusions of luck struck mercilessly.
"[Human beings cannot survive without betraying and betraying someone.] To be honest, I deeply agree with this. It's great to feel the same way."
There is no emotional color such as anger, sadness, hatred, contempt, contempt, a pure and cheerful sneer to draw a conclusion after observing something, and amidst the applause of applauding the impactful information. Rose's thinking on the spot
Covered by the "finished" wave of despair, his confused body wanted to escape from the young man who knew all his secrets, and hurriedly backed away towards the door.
The unstable heel hit the corner of the raised floor. The owner of the house, whose face was ashen and strange, had no time to adjust his center of gravity, let out a high-pitched scream of terror, and fell onto the old floor, causing dust accumulated for a long time to fly.
The declaration made with hatred and pleasure in the woods should only be heard by himself and the kid who had been sold. During the whole process, he carefully inspected the forests on both sides of the road, except for the thieves who belatedly met him.
There is no one except us. Is this black-haired boy a magician? What kind of magic did he use to know all this?
"Of course I know, do you want to tell me something more? For example, the 30 silver coins in your arms? They really sold for a good price."
It is indeed a good price. In a certain religion in the boy's hometown, a certain saint who was worshiped was sold by his disciples at this price and then crucified. In this sense, no matter where he is,
Whatever race they are, there are always striking similarities among the traitors.
The insightful sight that saw through all disguises and panic peeled off the scalp, pierced the skull, and penetrated deeply into Rose's brain. The words that were originally used to intimidate and blame were destroyed like an avalanche in the face of the huge fear of everything being exposed and everything being controlled.
Crushed and shattered. The loyal and instinctive man let out the kind of scream that a woman would make after being raped. He crawled towards the side door with his hands and feet. The lost man bumped his head against an object that looked like a pillar. The soft and suspended touch made him feel
Rosse, who had no sense of order, looked up reflexively, trying to see clearly what he had hit.
With a hasty glance, Rose's remaining mental support instantly collapsed...)[