The Devil’s Cage Chapter 60: From the curtain

The mist twisted slightly, and the face formed became distorted.

Originally lifelike, at this time, only strangeness remains.

What’s even more weird is that in the face of Superior Evil Spirit ’s inquiries, all of the misty face was in a trance.

"I will not tell you that we are not ‘Residuum’ at all."

"I won't tell you that we originally intended that."

"I will not tell you that we have already achieved an unexpected advantage."

Sentence after sentence.

The expression of Superior Evil Spirit becomes more and more serious with the other party’s words.

For the current Dungeon World, the Superior Evil Spirit that has been following Kieran knows what is going on.

It and its boss are intruders.

That ‘Broker’ is also an intruder.

However, the opponent has the forehand and layout.

Although only one ‘Bohr’ is currently locked, it believes that since the entry point of ‘Broker’ is ‘Bohr’, then ‘Bohr’ must be different.

Moreover, Superior Evil Spirit is sure that his boss followed each other because of this.

Otherwise, based on its understanding of its own boss, this time is already a plan to maximize the benefits, not this kind of tricks.

It’s just thinking about what ‘Broker’ really wants.

And now...

"This is what the guy wants?"

"A riot?"

Superior Evil Spirit guessed and told Kieran what he saw in front of his eyes.

Then, Superior Evil Spirit , who got the new order, put the bone bracelet directly into the dark pocket of the sleeve.

Hard-steel is impossible. Hard-steel can only be achieved by Boss’ mission with iIllusion.

Thinking of Boss’ new mission, Superior Evil Spirit heart silently talking.

Then, the night wind blew through.

The figure disappeared.

......

Call.

The night wind blew, and many people subconsciously shrank their necks.

The night breeze of North Continent is not as pleasant as the south.

It is cold and drills bones.

Even wearing a cotton coat and standing on the Motionless for half an hour, it would have to be frozen and numb all over, especially the exposed nose and ears, it would be frostbite.

Therefore, when everyone passed by with Sivarka, they were all surprised to see this man in casual clothes, no jacket, hat or bib.

The other party is standing in the night like this, looking up at the moon.

The corner of the mouth is slightly upturned.

It seems to be a smile.

It looks like disdain again.

It is difficult to judge what he is doing.

Some people think that they have seen an idiot, a fool, and can’t help but sneer.

Some people fled in a hurry, they thought they saw a lunatic.

Some people are still surprised.

These people are the kind with extraordinary knowledge, they are confirming whether Sivarka has the power of Transcendence.

Sivarka didn't care about this.

He doesn’t have much time for ‘resting’. How can he waste time with these people.

Especially when the first ‘rest’ was in conflict with some people, the ‘rest’ was ended early, and after canceling the next message, Sivarka has learned to be indifferent.

Otherwise?

Are you still going to die?

No way.

Sivarka knows how afraid he is.

When he was a mercenary, he had the nickname "Fear of death Sivarka".

However, he doesn't care.

The most important thing is to be alive, isn't it?

There is hope in life.

Dead...

It's really over.

He admires the guys who claim to be brave and charge forward each time, so every time they sweep the grave, he always brings a bunch of wildflowers collected from the roadside.

Wine?

Sorry, the timid Sivarka is good enough to eat a full stomach.

There is no extra money, go buy wine.

After becoming Blade Deacon, Sivarka can be full every time, and there is still a glass of wine every day, which is something he once hoped for but not available.

Sweet and sour, very good.

If the color is not red, he will love it more.

When I think of that red liquid, Sivarka's throat starts to itch, and the whole person's stomach is twitching.

Oh!

Supporting the side wall.

Sivarka retched.

This is a sequelae of using ‘Residuum’.

Between adult index finger, thumb and adult female both eyes, and one liter of blood (preferably virgin), Dark Hall gave him the latter.

After all, the latter is renewable.

But one liter!

Even if it is water, you have to drink for half a day.

Not to mention blood!

If it weren’t for punishment every time it worried that it couldn’t complete mission, Sivarka would never touch those things.

This makes him feel no different from Bloodsucking Devil in rumor.

No!

Those Bloodsucking Devil guts are much bigger than me.

What am I?

I'm just timid Sivarka.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

A naive female voice sounded.

Sivarka raised his head and saw a plainly dressed little girl with patches standing there, looking at him worriedly.

Sivarka looked around.

I just found out that I didn't know when I had reached the shantytown of seventh ring under Atandin Castle.

This is a slum in Atandin Castle.

Some bankrupt businessmen.

Persons with disabilities who have lost labor.

Eventually there will be a home here.

Of course, including some women and children.

Obviously, the other party is one of them.

"Nothing."

Sivarka shook his head.

He doesn’t want to be involved with the poor.

Because it is too much trouble.

He is self-sufficient, and even more involvement is even more troublesome.

"Uncle, wait a minute."

The little girl said that she turned and ran back to the room, and then came out with a cup of hot water the next moment.

"Mother said that it would be better to drink a little hot at this time."

"Uncle, you must remember that there will be hope when you live."

Looking at the hot water cup in front of her, listening to the little girl's pretending to be an adult, Sivarka smiled and shook her head.

There is no doubt that this little girl regards him as a wandering bankrupt.

No more explanation.

Take the hot water cup and drink Sivarka.

"Thank you."

He smiled and thanked him, subconsciously reaching for the wallet in his pocket.

How come Sivarka, who is Blade Deacon, is short of money.

You know, Dark Hall is also a salary. Although it is not as rich as a rich man, it is more than enough for ordinary people.

However, when touching the wallet, Sivarka was shocked.

He didn’t bring his wallet.

Because he was so eager for the ‘rest’ time that he couldn’t wait to leave Dark Hall.

Damn!

I wanted to use money to understand this trouble.

It seems now...

Just as Sivarka touched his pocket and frowned, the little girl hesitated, and finally turned around and ran back to the room. Then, a scarf was taken out.

Not knitted.

It was made out of worn clothes.

Small.

It belongs to the little girl herself.

"Uncle gives you."

"It will be warmer."

"There is a bed there, uncle lame, he has a bad temper, but if you say it well, he will let you credit, sleep there, and the uncle lame will give you Introduce a job, as long as you have a job, you can rent an old coat from the lame uncle, and if you want to eat, you can go to the one-eyed aunt. Give it back to her, she has four children to raise..."

Listening to the survival guide of the shanty town, Sivarka stared at the little girl stunned.

He could see that the little girl knew he was out of money.

The shabby scarves handed in front of them are enough to show that the little girl is not rich or poor.

"You are already like this, why do you still?"

I couldn’t help asking Sivarka.

"Because, we also survived with the help of others."

"So, Mom said we have to help more people like us."

The little girl said naively, innocent both eyes looked at Sivarka with a shallow smile.

No utility.

No more conspiracy.

It’s help.

Simple help.

"Okay, thank you."

takes a deep breath, Sivarka thanks again, but he didn’t take the scarf.

He doesn't need it.

But little girls need it.

Looking at the bruise on the little girl's hand, Sivarka pointed to the place before the little girl.

"I know where to go."

"You go back quickly."

"And..."

"Don’t talk casually with strangers in the future, it’s dangerous."

Sivarka pointed to the door behind him. He heard rapid footsteps. Obviously, the elder of the little girl found the little girl was gone, with a smile, Sivarka walked towards the point where the little girl was pointing go with.

Of course he doesn’t need to find a job.

But he couldn't bear to let the little girl down.

For...

That help.

Sivarka walked forward, and there was a low voice from the mother of the little girl behind her.

"Ellie, I told you not to go out at will."

"Go back quickly."

The little girl was pulled back to the dilapidated house by her mother. Sivarka couldn't help but looked back. The little girl waved at him and waved goodbye.

Sivarka waved in response.

The dilapidated door closed.

After confirming that the little girl would not see herself, Sivarka detoured towards third ring.

His footsteps are light, he has decided.

The next time I take a break, bring enough Gold Puton.

Good kindness.

Ellie is worth his return.

Probably not too much.

But at least, let Ellie out of this environment.

But he knew what would happen here.

If there is no previous help, even if, with the previous help, he does not want an innocent little girl experience | meeting with.

A lot of unnecessary expenses!

So, you need to bring a wallet when you go out!

Anything that can be solved by two or three pieces of copper is now at least 50, no, and her mother and sister, who want to settle near the middle third ring in the next first ring, at least 100Gold Puton.

My pension has shrunk again.

The Sivarka that heart was silently thinking about was frustrated.

But in his heart, he was a little warm.

People are always inadvertently warmed.

Then, choose warm people again.

Sometimes you may forget the original.

Being cold and selfish.

But when the warm moment appears, who will not remove the disguise?

Maybe.

But Sivarka is not.

He knows that he is a coward, not an indifferent ghost.

In the minor key of humming's hometown, Sivarka is going to turn around a little longer.

However, annoying people always appear when he is in a good mood.

‘supervisor’, came out in the shadow of the street.

"What's wrong?"

"Isn’t the break time yet?"

Sivarka raised his eyebrows and asked in a poor tone.

He doesn’t have any favors for these cold ‘supervisor’.

Not only because of supervision, but also because of the indifference of these guys in doing things. If anyone will not be warmed, these guys are definitely one of them.

"There was an accident with mission."

"Divano Priest died."

"Need you to confirm the latest situation."

'supervisor' said coldly, the tone didn't fluctuate a little, and the voice was so cold that people were trembling.

"mission accident?"

Sivarka was startled.

It is not that he has never failed mission.

An accident occurs at any time.

However, it was the first time that the leader who executed mission died.

Moreover, it was the troublesome guy of Divano.

The other party is direct subordinate of Dark Hall, which is quite a few influential figure watch closely.

The other party is now dead.

He is in trouble.

"Okay."

Thinking of this, the timid Sivarka nodded again and again.

He doesn’t want to lose time at this time.

Because this is likely to be his "criminal evidence"!

Following ‘supervisor’, Sivarka thinks about what he will face next, and then how to deal with it.

Go through the streets.

Bishop, Sivarka found something wrong.

This is not the way to return to Dark Hall.

In an instant, Sivarka stopped.

But immediately, it will return to normal.

The muzzle of a matchlock gun is attached to his waist.

Although because of'Residuum', his body has already surpassed the ordinary people, but it is not invulnerable. A weapon like the matchlock gun is enough to hurt him~IndoMTL.com~ and the wound will bleed and blood More will die.

So, Sivarka knows what to do.

Being held hostage behind ‘supervisor’, soon, Sivarka came to a place.

It is a residential house close to seventh ring.

Most businessmen like to live here.

Of course, there are also hotels.

The little famous radish hotel is nearby.

The footsteps of the bearer stopped.

'supervisor' also stopped.

The abductors did not show up, but ‘supervisor’ said: “Sivarka, should you ‘awaken’ too?”

"Awakening?"

"What do you mean?"

The Sivarka puzzled.

"Of course it is the awakening of "self"!"

"Do you still want to be treated as "Residuum"?"

"Or..."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

'supervisor' said, the cloak trembles, and tentacles protrude from under the cloak. The face of the other party is also revealed when the hood is removed, without the nose, instead of the nose is a mouth, A mouth connected to the original mouth, with sharp teeth and sharp teeth exposed in it, a tongue can't keep licking back and forth.

"Free your power!"

"Join us!"

"Then, counterattack!"

"The time belongs to us..."

Poof!

The shadow of a dagger flashed over supervisor, the captor behind him, and then fell into the hands of an old-looking man.

The other party's dark gray trench coat hunted in the night breeze.

The other party’s voice blew into Silvakar’s ear with the wind.

"You are also ‘evil looking’?"

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