Dust of History Chapter 10: Not dead

Sandro pushed away the female corpse, pulled out a large cloth covering the corpse from below, shook the dust on it a few times and threw it to Asa, saying, "This dress is worth half a year of your work."

He took it and saw that it was a very old cloak. "Half a year? If you don't become a robber, it's really a loss to the bandit world on the whole continent." Asa shook his head. Look at this thick, smelly, heavy, dusty cloth. It is full of blood and traces of other liquids that have solidified for an unknown period of time and have been integrated with the material of the cloth.

Sandro's eyes bulged, and he said: "This is a treasure I collected when I was young, and it is very commemorative."

There was a sudden knock on the door of the big house.

Three knocks on the door very rhythmically, showing the self-cultivation and bearing of the knocker. The tone was neither light nor heavy, just enough to be heard by the people inside, without disturbing at all. No matter how sensitive and in a bad mood the master is, he would never feel abrupt about such a visit.

If you can come here, you must know where it is. But facing the room full of corpses, there is also an old man who is playing with the corpses and a **** who is helping with the corpses, who would knock on the door in such a polite way like visiting an elegant hermit?

Sandro also wanted to see who this polite person was, so he opened the door by himself. Asa quickly put on the mask.

The door opened, and a handsome middle-aged gentleman stood outside the door.

A middle-aged man with a happy life has a slightly fat figure, with a gorgeous and beautiful sword stuck in his waist, which seems to be more like an ornamental sword, a suit of dress that suits him well, a A top hat, a neatly trimmed beard, squinted eyes, and a gentle and polite smile. This is indeed a gentleman who knocks politely at any door.

The gentleman bowed, saluted Sandro very gracefully, and asked, "Are you old Mr. Sandro?"

"Yes. I am." Sandro replied hastily, as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly appear to compete with him for this title.

"I'm Duke Mrak." The chubby and amiable gentleman introduced himself. "Can you let me in? I'm here to find someone."

"Yes, please, please come in." Sandro, like a hospitable host, was very enthusiastic and graciously made a gesture of inviting the Duke into the big house, and then pointed to the room full of corpses and organ. "There are a lot of people here, who is the Duke looking for?"

"I'm looking for him." The duke's smiling eyes have been falling on Asa who just covered his body with the shroud since he entered the door. Slowly walking towards Asa with hands behind his back.

Asa took a step back.

He didn't know why he took a step back. This polite and personable gentleman is very attractive, and when he heard that he was the Duke, he had the urge to go up and explain and ask. But for some reason, when he saw the Duke walking towards him, he took a step back unconsciously.

But it only took one step back and stopped moving. The duke walked up to him slowly. He looked at the duke who was half a head shorter than himself, and realized that he was not pretending to be a hunchback or a lame.

He should be pretending. In the past two months, he has developed the habit of automatically bending over and limping in front of people. Just from the moment he met the Duke's eyes, all his attention was attracted, and he completely forgot to maintain his body posture.

Not true. Asa immediately felt that he didn't forget to maintain the posture of his body, but that his body unconsciously transformed into a posture of full alertness. He was like a beast that smelled danger, and all the muscles in his body entered a highly sensitive state that could be triggered immediately.

His spirit also entered the state of emptiness that he had practiced during the past two months. Every tiniest pulsation of body muscles is under his control, and every trace of air flow around the skin can be felt. He can even feel that the magic power and spirit are constantly condensing and circulating in the body, and can burst out at any time.

He only took a step back just now, not because he felt that there was no need to retreat, but because he couldn't move.

Retreat is the limit. The boundary of the beast chasing its prey.

If he made the slightest move, the amiable-looking duke would have killed him instantly with the swiftness of a leopard and the ferocity of a lion.

The Duke's eyes seemed to pierce into Asa's eyes and reach every detail of his body, taking in everything about him.

The Duke's mouth curled into a smile. There is a bit of praise, a bit of regret, and a bit of ridicule. He said very calmly: "This young man saved my little daughter from some bad guys last night. I know he saved my eldest daughter two months ago. I really want to thank him. But... ..." The Duke's right hand was taken out from behind. As if it was just a random movement, he put his hand on the belt, and beside him was the gorgeous sword that was almost vulgar.

Asa couldn't hear what the Duke was saying at all. All his spirit was in the Duke's right hand and the sword beside it.

Without any basis, but he does know that even if there is only a stick of charcoal in the gorgeous sword shell, the moment the hand next to it pulls it out, he can swing himself twice like a crisp carrot .

Asa's physical strength and magic power have all gathered, concentrated, mixed with spirit and fighting spirit to become a point that is about to explode immediately. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, he must unleash all his strength before his head flies off.

He had the illusion that he was still being hunted down in the lizard swamp, and the hunt had come to an end, and he had nowhere to go. The beast-like fighting spirit and madness were fully revived in my heart.

Asa didn't move, his mood was even very peaceful, completely immersed in the empty realm of meditation, but he could feel the wolf in the deepest part of his soul baring its sharp canines and howling.

Are you coming to kill me? Come on, come on, try to see if I can kill you.

The smile on the corner of the Duke's mouth deepened, and the mockery in his approval was more full. The white, neatly manicured hand had slid onto the hilt of the sword.

"Oh? It's so heroic to save the beauty." Sandro suddenly said in a strange voice. I don't know when he stood behind the Duke, still playing with a few dead people's teeth in his hands. This is his old habit, when he is free, he always pinches a few dead people's things in his hand.

Asa saw the Duke's hand tense suddenly, and the blue veins on it became grim, but he could feel that it wasn't killing intent, but nervousness. The Duke's breathing rhythm suddenly became chaotic, and his eyes that had been locked tightly to him were also loose, and the sense of urgency disappeared. Asa could even see the look of panic in the Duke's eyes. It was as if a hunter who was fully prepared to assassinate a ferocious beast was suddenly stuffed with a large piece of ice in his crotch when he was about to stand up.

Several teeth made a caracalla sound in Sandro's hands. Sandro's hands are very old. There are many wrinkles, and it is also very white, so white that you can't even see a trace of blood vessels and fine hairs, a whiter than the face of a dead person. Even the sound of the teeth clashing against each other in his hand had this ominous pallor.

The expression on the Duke's face did not change at all. But that was no longer a smile, not even an expression, it was just a frozen face from the previous moment. The facial muscles are still the same, but there is no emotion, like a mechanical demonstration for people to refer to what is a 'smiling face'.

The focus of the Duke's eyes was still on Asa's face. But Asa felt that he was not looking at himself, but at Sandro who was standing behind him, but he couldn't see him at all. Watch intently. Just like I saw the Duke just now.

Now not only can you take a step back, even if you dance, the Duke will not have the slightest reaction. Asa felt that he had suddenly become a bystander.

Asa didn't move, neither did the Duke, Sandro continued to fiddle with his teeth, like a stone carving. The entire hall seemed to be frozen, and even time could not continue to pass, only a few teeth were colliding with each other, making a sound that one knew they were dead.

For what seemed like a century, the Duke heaved a long breath and regained his vitality, with a gentle smile reappearing on his face.

Caracalla's voice also disappeared, Sandro stopped his teeth-grinding hand, and staggered to the front of the Duke.

The Duke's gaze returned to Asa's face, and there was no longer any uncomfortable feeling in it, and he asked: "Who is this young man belonging to the old man?"

"It's my assistant." Sandro threw the tooth in his hand on the stone table.

"Just an assistant?" The Duke frowned slightly, but the smile on his face did not change at all. "But... I suspect that your assistant has a lot to do with a very important matter, and I want to bring him back..."

"No." Sandro refused sternly. "Who will help me when he is gone? Those corpses are very heavy."

The Duke sighed, with a regretful smile, and said: "So sorry for disturbing me." He bowed to Sandro, turned and walked out of the big house, not forgetting to close the door again.

Asa glanced across the table, and found a strange change in the dead teeth that Sandro had just put down. That's not how teeth should change. Teeth are not ice, not iron, not mud, and of course they will not soften or melt. However, these little things that were still rattling just now are slowly becoming soft like maltose chewed in the mouth, being stretched and deformed by their own weight, and gradually melting into a small puddle of strange liquid. Then the liquid disappeared quickly, leaving only a few fist-sized holes etched on the granite tabletop.

Asa looked at the old man in front of him from head to toe as if he was looking at an egg that had just eaten someone, nodded and said, "Thank you for saving me."

"Of course I want to save you." Sandro seemed surprised that he would ask such a natural question. "You still owe me four years of work."

Duke Mrak, who walked out of the big house, took off his top hat, took out a towel, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Pegasus rushed back to the Duke's Mansion.

Clauvis was waiting for him in the study. He already knew where the Duke had gone from Chris, and probably guessed what was going on.

Just as he was about to ask, the Duke first said to him: "Go back to the Paladins and bring all your small team with complete equipment."

"Huh?" Clovis heard clearly, but didn't understand. The Holy Knights are the elite among the elites of the Imperial Army. His small team of more than forty people once killed a pagan organization with nearly a thousand people who planned to occupy a city.

The Duke did not explain, but further ordered: "Remember, don't make a show. And move quickly."

In the big room, Asa put on the cloak that Sandro had just given him, and returned to the hunchbacked lame man again. He wanted to sneak out of the city as soon as possible and leave the capital.

The duke said just now that he knew that he saved his daughter, so the reason why the duke wanted to kill him would definitely not be due to some misunderstanding.

Asa doesn't know what the reason is~IndoMTL.com~ He only knows that since a duke wants to do everything possible to kill himself, the only way is to run away desperately. And he doesn't want to hurt anyone. He could see that Sandro was actually very powerful, but he also knew that no matter how powerful a person is, there is a limit. The Duke can mobilize hundreds of guards from the royal capital to catch him here, if hundreds are not enough, thousands, or even send out the Paladins.

He bowed to Sandro: "Thank you for allowing me to hide here for these two months."

Sandro stared at him and said, "You don't want to run away, do you? You still owe me four years of work."

Asa shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I will thank you well when I get rich in the future, and I will cause you trouble if I stay here now."

Sandro shook his head and said: "Once you run away, troubles will always be troubles. You will leave some for me. Don't be afraid of troubles. If you solve the troubles, then there will be no troubles."

Asa smiled wryly and walked towards the door. If he didn't run away, he wouldn't be able to get into any trouble in the future. Just as I was about to open the door, I suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes approaching from afar.

Asa's complexion changed, he turned around and rushed towards the window, but Sandro raised his hand and said, "Don't panic, the troublemaker is here."