The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 57: Blood-stained dinner (part one)
What happened at the market that afternoon in Sibi forbids them to mention it to anyone, but in fact no unspeakable incident happened. After a brief confrontation, Mr. W bowed and walked away gracefully and disappeared from no power. Surrounded by the visitors, the three buyers in the pitchfork squad stood in the middle of the bazaar, ignoring each other.
"That, Sibi..." Jonah tried to ask about the situation, but the little grasshopper pulled away the magic longbow and killed Jonah's question in the swaddle with a fierce and tearful look of decisiveness.
"Let's go home." Sibi kicked off an obstructive onlooker, and walked towards the cherry crossing first.
Jonah picked up the food the girl had left behind, held the clay pot, and staggered beside Elliott.
"Well, Ellie..." he asked in a low voice.
Rose knight raised his index finger: "Hush. We'd better not ask anything, don't say anything. I will explain if we have a chance."
"Uh, all right."
Sitting in room a51, the sky is getting dark, it's time to go to work.
Toba was so excited that he picked up Jonah and turned around three times when he saw the fat pot of tri-nematodes. He printed two big wet lip prints on Jonah's forehead.
"I’m going to make a fire and cook now, I’m good fortune!" The head of the room chanted the evening’s recipe, and Long Ji poured cold water in time: "Today is the rent-paying day. There will be Dad’s beef risotto in the evening. Oh."
"Risotto risotto! Three nematodes for supper!" Sibi jumped up excitedly.
"If I can live until then," Jonah murmured.
Elliott stood beside him, the unicorn arched his mouth kindly on the astrologer apprentice's back, and his white mane swept across Jonah's cheeks. Jonah couldn't help giggling.
"It's okay, sir." The rose knight smiled and said, "Just close your eyes and open them again, and the hard time will pass. This is a way to try everything."
Jonah stroked the unicorn's head and sighed: "Really?"
"Really." The knight tapped his chest with his boxing armor, expressing affirmation.
"Okay, then." Jonah glanced at his friends, and people around the weird and twisted meat and insect ingredients were salivating or helplessly discussing the recipes of the famous dishes in the Bazelal Mountains.
The last ray of sunlight fell into the mountains in the west, and the night shrouded the silent cherry crossing—the stormy cherry crossing brewing in the silence.
Jonah closed his eyes.
Jonah opened his eyes.
The light of the star formation stung his eyes, and the right hand holding the staff trembling constantly, a drop of warm liquid slowly dripped from his forehead and hung on the corner of his mouth, salty.
Sure enough, the most difficult time passed.
The hourglass flows away from the last white sand. It is 11 o'clock on the night of April 15th. The death line has been left behind by Cherry Du.
In the small wooden house, the old man has gone to bed, and a big pot of hot beef risotto with a tempting aroma is placed in the center of the square and in front of the small wooden house. It is reserved for the tenants who extend the lease for the next month. , But the diners have not yet appeared, and only the corpses are left in the square.
Thirty-six bodies.
Old or young, men and women, different races, various occupations, strange-shaped bodies.
The human body is crumpled with steel; an undamaged hand holds the sword firmly, guarding the charred body on the side; the turquoise corpse standing in the distance does not seem to have a trace of scars, but There is the deepest pain in the frozen eyeballs; beside the remains of a huge bull-body Iz people, there are five or six martyrs upside down, and Iz people’s dying blow turned all the surrounding enemies into steel bars. Hedgehog with needles.
Only one person died in the hands of the Pitchfork Squad. A desperate soldier who hadn't made up the room fee at the moment before the death line was unfortunately assigned to a lone traveler who couldn't form a team in an empty room, a sadly strong man.
Jonah opened his eyes and saw the soldier's corpse kneeling beside him, preserving himself. Yekong's famous knife "Buddha Tooth" pierced the back of his head, shattering the last hope in his brain.
This enemy came towards Jona’s staff and deer leather bag, and fought with Yekong for three or four rounds. The sword wind cut through Yekong’s scalp, and the southerners nailed him firmly to the roof with Buddha’s teeth. superior. Tick tick tick, blood ran down the long knife to the eaves, and then dripped from the eaves. The blood splashed on Jonah's face, Yekong walked over, reached out and took a little blood from Jonah's face, put it in the mouth, tasted and sighed.
Yonah wiped the blood with his sleeve. He kept his eyes closed, and he didn't see this killing,-thankfully he didn't see it.
But he heard the dull sound of the sword slashing into the muscles, the scream of the bow and arrow through the air, the explosion of magic bombarding the ground, the painful moan, and the wailing of dying. He even involuntarily painted a picture in his mind. The last effort made by another team before death.
7:23: A team that finally paid for the room rushed to the old man’s wooden house and was intercepted on the edge of the square. Under the siege of more than a dozen attackers, five people quickly fell and lost their combat effectiveness. The only one who deliberately faced the hammer of the opponent's heavy soldier was smashed into the chest. The life rights of the A-level tenants were protected by the father. Three seconds later, the heavy soldiers were bombarded and killed by the father. Afterwards, Jonah did not find the body of the heavy soldier, only two feet wearing steel boots stood there, proving that the master once existed in the world.
7:50: The squad led by the Yizi people chased a thief to the square. The thief dodges bows and arrows and spears dexterously, and ran to the cabin at high speed until the mysterious professional in the Yizi squad was fifty feet away. Squeezing the air, a small explosive air ball volleyed through the thieves' abdomen.
The thief dragged his blood and intestines to continue crawling, drawing a winding red trail. The money bag in his right hand almost reached the threshold of the cabin, and his protruding eyes had seen the dozing father behind the table. Wrinkled face. His throat murmured, but he could not say the last words of the registration room, and the Yizi crushed his spine with a huge ox hoof. ——Someone told Jonah afterwards that the thief was an unauthorized person who ventured into it. He succeeded in stealing the room fee of the Izi team, only to escape the chase of the angry owner.
At 8:20, the Yizi paid the room fee and left the square shaking the still full purse. The overwhelming fire meteor slammed down without warning, and the hot flames reflected the eyes of the Iz people. This human face, bull body, and the monster with steel needles inlaid with steel needles immediately fought back, and the flying needles puffed and bleeds on the assailant's body. Hole.
The bolide fell on the Iz people, no pain or itching, no sparks were splashed, the illusionist in the sneaker team directed the good show, and the Iz people suffered a 40-6 additional clause. Fatal counterattack. Before the regiment was destroyed, the Izi people fired flying needles all over their bodies dying, harvesting the lives of five people.
At 9:01, the two teams confronted each other in front of the wooden house. One is a g-class guest room team. Compared with a-class guests, they are protected by their father in more ways. Jona doesn't remember the detailed terms, but it seems that serious physical injuries are not allowed, such as fractures, disability, and internal organ rupture. , Heavy bleeding, etc., and it is not allowed to "in any way directly cause the death of a g-class tenant within 144 hours."
The other team, to be precise, is a person, a member of the legendary cherry crossing's strongest team v2 "Scrumbs". The mercenary named Gwadar had a dark-skinned beard with a pair of dark cast iron scepters on his back.
"This is a robbery." Gwadar said with his arms folded, "My employer thinks that you are not suitable to live in Cherry Duo, especially after you messed up that simple task. Then, drop the money. Bag, turn around and leave, waste. I promise not to hurt you."
The g-level team decided to resist. It was a wrong decision.
Gwadar did not attack. He just drew out the scepter, threw the air, and shattered each of their attacks in the air. The six people were pushed away step by step until the deadline was over, and they lost their guest status for another fifteen minutes. After that, their visitor A-level permissions are automatically revoked. Gwadar straightened his face, smashed six heads one by one with a scepter, bent over to pick up the purse, squeezed it, and turned to leave.
At 10:20, there was a scuffle. The sound of fighting filled his ears, and Jonah couldn't tell what was going on. Just know that people keep dying. More than one magician or sorcerer joined in, and the ground kept trembling, "It's spectacular!" Sibi commented on the side.
At 10:30, the old man yawned, locked the last silver coin stained with blood into the cash box, walked to the door of the house, opened the lid, and stirred the steaming beef stew with a long handle. Fan, announced: "Thank you for your support, next month, please take care of it!" After speaking, I went back to the house to sleep.
The battle stopped immediately.
The newly unprivileged persons who have lost their identity must hide before the 15-minute A-level permission disappears, and leave the cherry crossing within the four-hour visitor time limit. They are bankrupt and bruised and bruised. Survival will become extremely difficult. They take a nostalgic glance at the lifeless brownstone house and walk into the darkness. The blood was flowing quietly, and the fire magic burned vigorously on the slate ground. Tomorrow, the ground will be calm as before, and the corpse will disappear. There is no sign that fierce fighting has taken place here, and dozens of live lives have been taken.