Dust of History Chapter 20: laugh

"By the way, you should heal the female knight first, it won't be interesting after she dies." Hilton turned to face the young man Yabin, and patted him on the shoulder generously. The young man's white magic endeared him well. "Let you go second."

But Yabin didn't move, staring at the flickering bonfire, his originally handsome and delicate face was dull and dull.

"Think about it, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be a temple knight of the church and such a beautiful female knight. Who on the mainland can have such an opportunity? She must still be a virgin." Hilton stretched out He licked his lips with his tongue, his voice was trembling with excessive excitement and desire. "Think about that bitch's condescending look, the way she speaks, looking down on us? When you **** her later, you can ask her what the hell..."

The young man stood up suddenly, his face still expressionless, and walked away.

"I've never seen the world, I'm still a child." Hilton shook his head and smiled. Although his appearance is a little worse than that of Xi Lika, but the ferociousness under the glow of the red bonfire can also make most people shudder like YF.

The druid didn't say a word, just pressed his injured hand and watched the bonfire quietly. He suddenly said, "Forget it. If you want to kill, just kill it, don't do these disgusting things."

"Disgusting?" Hilton was surprised, as if hearing this word for the first time. "Fuck, come out to mess around, what is this? You haven't seen anything more disgusting than this." He looked at Xi Lika and smiled. "Really?"

Xilika didn't speak, but only showed a comprehensible smile, which was also ferocious, like a tiger expressing appreciation for a wolf's bloodthirsty affirmation.

The druid's expression was numb. His body is a bit bloated, but his appearance is as honest as three generations of ancestors who have all faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky. No matter how you look at it, this restored human form looks like the most ordinary grocery store owner. He looked at the bonfire, and muttered in a very plain voice as if he was reading an account book: "It's better to be a man with a little conscience."

"Conscience?" Hilton's eyes suddenly opened. shocked. Then he burst out laughing, and he was out of breath from laughing, the wound on his face was torn a little more, and blood flowed continuously. But he was still laughing as he throbbed, and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. But I couldn't help it. Laughter echoed far and wide in the trees.

The masked women Jessica and Silica also looked at the druid with strange eyes. One is joking and funny. One is disgusting and disdainful with anger, like watching a rat that has just come out of a cesspit and is still eating a big belly.

"**.**." Hilton finally stopped laughing. The scar on his face even broke a lot of sutures, and the blood flowed all over his face again. "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my whole life. You don't go to church to be a pastor to teach people, but to be a druid. It's a waste of talent."

The druid didn't say anything, got up sadly, and walked in the direction that Yabin left.

"Fuck, be prudish. I've made it miserable for me." Hilton spat at the Druid's back with disdain, and then turned to look at the man impatiently. "Forget about these two idiots. You go first..."

But the man didn't intend to go, he didn't even move, and gave Hilton a cold look. The chill in his eyes was stronger than before. He slowly spit out two words: "No."

"Why not? Fuck." Hilton was a little excited and almost jumped up. If it weren't for the unbelievable skill and fighting power that this man showed in the battle just now, he would have rushed to **** him over immediately. In desperation, he looked at Xilica again. "You said this person..."

Silika smiled. Although this smile can still be used to scare people. But the calmness and sanity in it are beyond doubt. He's been like this since he escaped from the basement. He smiled and looked at the man, and said generously: "I believe you must have your own reasons, tell them and listen to them."

"Yes, let's hear it." Hilton also looked at the man, and suddenly felt that he understood again. "Fuck, you won't, you won't be... you won't like this bitch. Let me tell you, she's a temple knight, just kill her for fun."

"I won't just play for fun. I will call a group of people to **** her for a week until she dies." The man said coldly.

"Then why do you..." Hilton asked with staring eyes.

"I keep her and ask her a lot of things. If I do her now, it's no different from killing her. If I want it, I won't be able to ask her." The man smiled at Hilton, which is a standard The earthy smile reveals a mouthful of neat white teeth, but it looks even more hair-raising than the sharp teeth of a beast. "You wait and see, I'll let you in, and I'll put you in the first one. And finally I'll send her body to Celeste to that old **** Magnus, I promise It will open his eyes. Hahahaha..."

Hilton couldn't help but shuddered, no matter whether it was **** or other fires in his heart, all the fires in his heart were poured out by this cold laughter until there were no sparks left. Instead, he faltered and said: "There is no need to be so exaggerated... You are joking."

Secretly raped and killed a temple knight, that was already the biggest crime that Hilton could imagine. If you really do what this man says, it's not a crime, it's just madness. That was tantamount to slapping the Pope, and he was blatantly clamoring to be an enemy of the entire Illuminati Church.

"I never like to joke." The man looked at Hilton coldly and replied.

If someone else said this, or this man said this before, Hilton would only think that this person was either crazy or just joking. But after seeing the man's skills, especially the extremely weird knife, it seems that he can still smell the lingering smell of blood in the air until now, Hilton almost intuitively felt the man's seemingly There is definitely something unimaginable behind the extremely ordinary face.

"Why are you doing this?" Hilton asked cautiously.

"The old man Magnus and Eschael... These old bastards, I have been planning for a long time to deal with them..." The man paused, as if he had thought of something Say no more.

The masked woman Jessica suddenly asked, "Is that knife of yours...does it have dark and necromantic magic?"

"I never thought there would be such a good eye." The man said lightly. His eyes fell on her, scraping up and down like a knife.

"What? Darkness and... undead..." Hilton's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he shut up.

"Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to bear it." Jessica smiled, her eyes flashed like a cat. The laughter was so sweet that even the slender and strong waist twisted terribly like a snake, as if he was having **** with his lover on the bed. "It was recognized by that girl from the temple. It can make that girl feel scruples. During the battle, the only thing that won't let your weapon cut off her glorious armor, and say something evil. Everyone knows what's going on."

"You can live longer if you know less about some things." The man said lightly. Half lying down and narrowing his eyes.

Hilton kept looking at the man. The expression on his face was both surprise and admiration. And fear with admiration.

Jessica looked the man up and down with her big eyes outside the mask, then she showed some ambiguous smiles, turned around, jumped over a tree deftly, and lay down on a branch.

Only Xilika glanced at the man indifferently, turned and walked away. But after he turned around, he showed a smile, this smile was sincere and very happy, and even the ferocious face that was almost comparable to Beamon's seemed less ferocious because of this genuine happiness.

Of course this smile has no sound at all. No one will see it.

At this time, the other end of the tree.

When Druid Anderson could finally hear the voices of those people, he vaguely heard the man say to keep the female knight temporarily. This made him feel better for a while. In many cases, he believes that animals are always much easier to get along with than people. This is not just because of his beliefs. More from his own inner feelings.

Someone's voice could be vaguely heard ahead, it should be that young man Yabin. Anderson got a little closer, and heard that it was a confession.

"Almighty Lord... We confess and weep our many sins and evils, which we commit from time to time through our thoughts, words and deeds, enough for the Lord to send us condemnation and wrath...Please Forgive us... forgive us our debts, as we forgive those who have wronged us; do not let us fall into temptation, evil and darkness. Glory to the Lord, today and forever, have mercy on the Lord..." Abin half knelt On the ground, he closed his eyes and held his forehead with his hand, and repeated the words of confession and prayer in a standard religious posture. The moonlight shining down from the forest illuminated his rather soft face without the slightest trace of blood.

Although Anderson was surprised, he was not shocked. The young man was a pretty good wielder of white magic, and must have had something to do with the city. But since he used white magic to help the group deal with the Templar Knights at a critical moment, at least it meant that he would not be an undercover agent of the church. More importantly, since he can hear his voice, he can also perceive himself. If there is nothing wrong with walking in front of others, it is naturally because you have no shame in your heart.

Although Anderson hated the church because of his faction, the words recited by this young man now gave him a strange feeling. Those words, as well as the subtle emotions in the voice of the chanter, all made him feel something.

There have been times when prayers and confessions show no sign of stopping. Anderson couldn't help but ask, "So you believe in religion?"

Yabin stopped praying and confessing, stood up and was silent for a while, and replied: "I don't really believe it." Then he asked: "What did they do to the female knight? I don't seem to hear anything Movement."

"Don't worry, she's fine for now. The man said he's not in a hurry now. But it's hard to say in the future, maybe it will be worse." Anderson sighed, looked at Yabin suddenly and said. "Aren't you afraid that I will tell other people that you are a believer? You actually come here to confess and pray at this time. You know, including me, everyone is the enemy of the church."

Yabin sighed and said. "I said that I don't believe in religion, it's just because of the habit of being disciplined by my grandfather all the year round. And I didn't come here to repent... I just didn't want to hear the woman's screams, so I came here to find something to say to myself .”

"You don't believe in religion, so who do you give your confession to and who do you pray to?" Anderson thought this young man was very interesting.

"Listen to me." Yabin's expression darkened. "That woman's fate can be considered to be my credit. In fact, I really regret it now..."

"But you had to do it. I can see that you really need the thousand gold coins, and there is really no good way to get that much money other than joining this group." Anderson sighed again ,wry smile. "Actually, I am similar to you."

"I remember that you seem to be asking for three magic items stored in Tula Leon."

"That's right, that's the sacred object that our druids lost many years ago. Now, except for me and a few companions, our faction is almost extinct. I must get those things back before I die. What about you, Why do you need so much money?"

"Because I want to take my sister to seek medical treatment." Yabin replied lightly. His face has a deep and steady face that doesn't match his age, and there is a bit of vicissitudes.

Anderson's eyes lit up, and he said, "Maybe I can help you with this. Our druids' attainments in healing, especially herbal medicine, are by no means inferior to the church's white magic. What's wrong with your sister?" Bin was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice: "She is crazy. Because she was too frightened."

Anderson let out a sigh of disappointment, this is definitely beyond the efficacy of herbal medicine. Then he asked again: "Then you should ask the church for help. If it is the white magic of a cardinal-level magician, it may be effective, and there are people in the church who study mind magic~IndoMTL.com~ I heard that Ella The cardinal Eschael of West Asia has a very high attainment of mind magic."

"If I can find them, will I join this group of people?" Yabin smiled wryly, looked at Anderson and said, "You tell me these things as if you are encouraging me to leave you and go for refuge."

The honest Druid was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the relationship between the two is actually very subtle, and they should even be on guard against each other. However, he is really not good at dealing with this kind of scheming, so he smiled honestly: "I'm just talking casually. Anyway, in your current state, if you help us capture that temple knight, it's impossible to go to the church again. .”

"Yeah, I can't help it..." Yabin said with a wry smile, and suddenly his body and voice stopped.

"What's wrong with you?" Anderson asked. He could see the change in the expression on Yabin's face, but the moonlight was not very bright, so he couldn't see the expression clearly.

Yabin turned around, and the moonlight was falling on his face, which turned out to be a smile. The soft and bright smile on his already good-looking face was even more friendly. He smiled at the Druid and said, "It's nothing, let's go back and rest."

This night, everyone here laughed.