Dust of History Chapter 3: Wanted

In a room full of various corpses, an old man who was messing with the corpses turned his head to look at Asa, and complained regretfully: "I have wondered for a long time, how could that skinny monkey suddenly remember The delivery came to your door, and you didn't even bargain. I knew that there was no good product if it was cheap."

Asa wanted to stand up, but just as he put his hands on the ground, there was a piercing pain in his chest, and he let out a painful cry, and then collapsed on the ground again, his broken ribs intertwined each other, causing him to be in so much pain I have no strength to speak. The old man ignored him, complaining to himself while fiddling with the corpse.

Gathering for a few breaths, Asa struggled to shake his head and look around. It was a very large room, or rather a very large house, with a very simple structure, a high ceiling, a very large space, a wide door, and several large glass windows at the height of the four walls. The room is very bright. Every corpse inside can be seen clearly.

The corpse is not very accurate, because besides a dozen complete corpses, there are dozens of mutilated corpses, as well as countless various organs soaked in glass bottles, placed on shelves and countertops of different heights superior. This house is completely a museum of the human body. Asa was lying surrounded by a naked male corpse and several hands and feet, while the old man was disemboweling a female corpse.

After a while of footsteps, the wide wooden door was knocked, and a voice shouted from outside: "Is old Sandro there? Open the door." The old man called back: "Yes, come in and open it yourself." The door pushed Open, a dozen heavily armed soldiers walked in. Several of them let out a low exclamation immediately when they saw the arrangement inside.

A small captain asked the old man: "Is there anyone else here?"

"People?" The old man named Sandro nodded, "Everything here is full of people. Find what kind of person you want."

"I'm asking, have you seen any suspicious living people you haven't seen before."

"I haven't seen this one, and I haven't seen that one either." Old Sandro said, pointing to a few soldiers. The soldiers twisted their faces as they looked at the finger pointing at them. It was just pulled out of the female corpse's stomach, and it was covered with blood and other liquids.

"This old man... is like this. Today a prisoner ran away from the prison in the city. He was a very vicious and cunning spy. He even killed everyone in the prison, including the one who often sold his body to Your fat man and skinny man. The criminals are still hiding in the city, and we are ordered to search them," said the team leader.

"The spy has never seen it before, and there is no one hiding here, so you can search if you want." Old Sandro buried his head in fiddling with the corpse again

"Everyone search carefully everywhere. Remember, he is a man in his twenties, slightly tall, with black hair and black eyes, and a wound on his left hand. Also remember, if you find out that you don't want to talk to him, immediately Kill on the ground. This is the order of the Duke of Mrak. I think this guy may be able to use magic tricks, so please be careful." The captain commanded majesticly, and the soldiers scattered to search slowly, and some of them were still in place. ground, concentrating on enduring the feeling of wanting to vomit.

An order from Lord Mrak? Asa couldn't make a sound, but heard it clearly. Although he didn't know how he killed all the people in the prison and escaped here when he was injured like this. But he also heard the 'shoot immediately, don't talk' just now very clearly.

The best way to do it now is to close your eyes and continue to pretend to be dead, and wait until the crisis in front of you is over. But unfortunately, the room was well lit and his appearance could be seen clearly, including the bandages on his hands.

"Hey, come and see." The old man Sandro took out something from the abdomen of the female corpse, and proudly held it up in his hand as if he had caught a great discovery, "I bet that this woman Never had a child, but had an abortion. There are people in Wangcheng who do this kind of thing."

'Wow——' 'Ouch——' The two soldiers next to the captain finally couldn't help it, and vomited. The voice seemed contagious, and several other soldiers also vomited one after another.

"Fuck, who the **** brought the recruits?" The captain jumped up, his boots soaked in vomit. Seeing that the other soldiers began to vomit one after another, I took another look at the thing that Sandro was holding in his hand. There were still a few tendons attached to the female body. Feeling disgusted, he shouted: "Close the team, hurry up, hurry up." The soldiers immediately ran out as if they were fleeing.

"Hey, clean it up for me before leaving." The old man Sandro chased after a few steps, cursed a few words, came back and closed the door, then walked up to Asa cursingly, stared at him strangely and said: "I don't know how you were dragged here by the thin-skinned monkey as a corpse, but you can go back and kill him."

It was only then that Asa saw clearly that this was a rather tall old man, wearing a monk's robe that was so dirty that his color could no longer be seen. Because his gray beard and hair were entangled with the silk thread of his robe, his facial features could only be seen in a limited space. The only thing he could see clearly were those eyes, which were black and white, without any trace of dullness that should be expected at his age.

"I don't know what's going on. Since you know they are looking for me, why don't you hand me over to them?" Asa asked weakly. Every time I say a word, the broken bone in my chest is whining.

The old man Sandro stared and asked in a natural tone: "Why did you hand it over to them?" He raised five fingers vigorously and shook them. "You are worth five coppers to me. Five."

"If there is a chance to escape, I will pay you back in the future." Asa was completely at a loss for the situation in front of him. With such a serious injury on his body, he became a wanted criminal for no reason, and the order of 'don't speak, shoot him immediately' made him even have no chance to defend himself.

"No, it looks like you have no chance to go out of the city. I can also search here, probably even the women's restrooms in the city have been searched. What did you do?" the old man asked.

"Just rescued the Duke's daughter from the swamp."

"And slept with her by the way? Give birth to a child? Or sell into a brothel? Give it to a slave trader?" The old man has a lot of associations.

"Escorted all the way to Bracada."

"The duke's way of thanking you is really special." The old man Sandro shook his head, "But I'm not interested in the reason. There is a shortage of manpower here, so you come to work to pay off the debt. You can't run away anyway. So It’s a big battle, and I won’t let my guard down until I catch you.”

Asa was stunned for a while, and replied weakly: "It seems that this is the only way. I just want you to find a way to find a doctor and pastor first." Because of the severe pain, his voice had already begun to blur Cleared up.

The old man Sandro looked at it, reached out his hand to touch Asa's chest, and suddenly grabbed the ribs on both sides with both hands and dragged them. Asa yelled, felt a few knives stuffed into his chest and twisted, and almost passed out again. After he breathed a sigh of relief and regained consciousness, he realized that the broken bone was connected perfectly again, and even the pain was almost gone. More than a dozen priests in Bracada had been busy for a whole morning to complete the treatment. The old man seemed to be juggling, just doing it casually. Although Asa didn't know much about magic, he could probably guess that it was a very high-level healing spell.

"Three months," said old Sandro.

"What?" Asa didn't know what the old man meant.

"I cured this for you, you have to stay here for three months."

Asa quickly raised the left wrist that was crushed by the werewolf, and asked, "What about this one?"

The old man Sandro took off the bandage and took a closer look, then let out a sigh that he picked up money on the side of the road: "At least three years."

In the Duke's mansion, in the study of the Duke of Mrak, the Duke frowned rarely, listening to the report that the royal guards had no gains.

Knight Clovis stood erect beside him. Even in such a furious mood, he didn't lose his composure at all. He was still so mighty and well-mannered, and it was just right to express the concept of 'knight'.

However, when he lowered his head and looked at the floor, there was an expression of uncontrollable anger in his eyes from time to time.

The Duke did not blame him, the Duke will never blame anyone, nor will he lose his temper with anyone. It's just that Clovis couldn't forgive himself for making such a big mistake. This mistake may lead to the failure of the whole plan, and even endanger the safety of the Duke and himself.

The Duke suddenly asked: "Why did you kill everyone in the prison?"

Clauvis replied: "I'm afraid the soldier leaked something in it."

"When a person is inexplicably locked up, how can he still have the mood and leisure to chat with others?" Duke Mrak slowed down and said with an emphasis: "The most important thing is that you don't He started without asking about the situation. How did the soldier bring the jailer in? How did he knock him out? How did he escape? If you know every detail clearly, you will definitely find something meaningful." The Duke went down again. in conclusion. "You are too young and too impulsive. Be patient and think about problems from as many angles as possible, and you will find more solutions."

"Yes. I will do everything I can to catch this soldier."

"Think about the problem from a little more angle." The Duke repeated tirelessly. "It can't be too obvious, maybe some people will be curious. It's good to leave this matter to the guards." The Duke thought for a while, "The chance of problems is not high, and the soldier probably won't know why he did it." Being hunted down, I don’t dare to go to other places to report again. Let’s do what we should do. Go back now, and remember not to reveal any traces of your connection with this fugitive in front of other people~IndoMTL.com~ Yes."

Looking at Clovis' back, the Duke was still frowning. This is a very ambitious young man, very capable, hardworking, and ruthless. He is definitely a good deputy, a good subordinate, and a useful pawn. But it is not likely to be a person who can achieve great things.

If the desire is too strong, it will blind the mind. If you pay too much attention to some things, you will not be able to feel and grasp the whole picture of things and the subtle changes in them. Attracted by one leaf, the whole forest cannot be seen.

If you have too much ambition and do things too hard, there is no turning point. Too much is too late.

This young man also has a huge family behind him. The Erni family is a wealthy family for many generations. There are many high-ranking officials in the court and many wealthy businessmen in the field. He is the eldest son of the head of the family. He is definitely a perfect marriage partner. But definitely not a good husband.

It's hard to live with someone who takes fame and fortune too seriously. This kind of person always has only himself in his eyes.

Sighing in his own study, Duke Mrak suddenly felt a little tired.