Dust of History Chapter 39: Open

In the morning, Asa woke up, washed up, and put on the priest's clothes neatly.

"I've known you for so long, and it's the first time I saw you comb your hair and wash your face in the morning, and put on your clothes seriously. What's the matter? Is Ronis going to introduce you to a girlfriend?" Sandro stared at him. . The old man has no respect for Asa, the future hero, and remains the same.

"Just let me be a hero." Asa paid attention to whether his clothes were properly dressed. This is what Bishop Ronis asked him to have a heroic image.

He only knew the general idea of ​​Bishop Ronis's plan, and it was designed and arranged by the Marquis. This hunt is just a small prelude, paving the way for the bishop's grand plan in the future. As for the protagonist Asa, he also wants to use this opportunity to show his face and lay a solid foundation for his future. Although Asa has never been interested in the bishop's grand plan, this matter itself is indeed quite interesting.

"Being a hero?" Sandro frowned, shook his head and said, "That's really hard work, you must ask him for more pay."

"Go and talk to him when you have time. If you can get paid, I can share half of it with you." Asa took the long sword that he brought along with the costume with him. In fact, he doesn't know how to use this thing, but according to his current status, he definitely can't walk on the street with that rough-looking knife on his back. And today's matter is logically very easy, it doesn't matter what you use.

It is estimated that the hunting meeting should have already started, and Asa just went out.

As soon as he came out, he suddenly found a few people looking at him from a distance, and they turned around and ran away as soon as they saw him. Asa didn't care either. Judging from their clothes and movements, these guys were just street hooligans, not worth mentioning. He rode on his horse and set off.

Asa was still walking slowly. The Marquis had warned that the hero's appearance must be at the right time, so that he could show the momentum to turn the tide. The planned time is noon, thirty or forty miles away, and walking slowly now is about the same.

It was more than ten miles away from the royal capital, and began to enter the inaccessible suburbs. A group of people suddenly emerged from the woods on both sides, charged up murderously and surrounded Asa in the middle.

It is absolutely impossible that there will be bandits and robbers near the capital. It seems that this team of fifty or sixty people holding swords are mercenaries. What happened to the person watching him. He shook his head and sighed: "Let me tell you, I don't have time to mess around with you now, you'd better let me go. I don't want to wrinkle my clothes."

"I tell you too, you don't want to go back alive today." The prime minister's son Modo roared. Now all the young nobles in the capital knew that he had been beaten by this priest, and his face was badly beaten. Moreover, he failed to send someone to retaliate, and in the end he was robbed of the position of priest he coveted. He is now the object of discussion and ridicule by his companions behind his back. He had never been so useless in his life, his few senses had long since disappeared, and his father's exhortation not to act recklessly had been forgotten.

"I brought people to wait for you early in the morning. Don't think that I dare not touch you because you are a priest. Do you think it will be enough to have that dead old man like the bishop covering you? I will kill you and I will kill you." How? There is no one around here, who knows that I killed you? You still want to participate in the hunting, want to please the emperor? Tell you, stop dreaming, I already know what you want to do."

"You really know?" Asa shook his head doubtfully. "Probably not."

The angry prime minister waved his hand and said to a man next to him who looked like a leader: "Go ahead and kill this guy. I will give you fifty gold coins as agreed."

"Why are there only fifty?" Asa frowned. The arrest warrants behind his kidnapping of the imperial envoy in Airi are worth hundreds of gold coins.

At this time, the Royal Hunting Conference was going on happily.

The young King Geffenhardt XVII and the dignitaries from various countries rode tall horses and chased the prey driven out of the jungle with bows and arrows. There are no Captain Roland and those old-fashioned military ministers around, and there are people who can have fun with him. The emperor had a very good time, and he couldn't help being happy for his wise foresight. He also shot hard, like all other young men of his age, trying to get the attention of the princess next to him, but the princess was almost focused on chatting with her sister.

"Ever since my sister got married, we haven't seen each other very much. I really do. I usually just play around. I should come and see you. Father must miss you very much too... Fortunately Lord Marquis asked you to come to the hunt today..." Chris suddenly approached her sister quietly and said, "Tell you, that guy will come today..."

Xiao Yi, who was already dressed as a noble lady, hesitated for a moment with an uncertain expression, and suddenly turned her horse's head. "Then I'm going back."

Chris quickly grabbed her. "Hey, you can't leave. Why did you leave when you came out once in a while? Since it was Lord Marquis who asked you to come out, what are you afraid of? By the way, why didn't Lord Marquis come? He is a very interesting person, And embarrassing that **** Modo in front of many people. That idiot is ashamed to death."

"Chris, you should have fun when you come out today, why are you talking about housework again?" the emperor finally couldn't hold back, and said. "Look at how many things I shot."

Chris took the emperor's hand and said, "Your Majesty, hurry up and give my sister an official position, so that she can come out to do things in an open and honest manner, and don't have to stay in that house every day to do something." Lady. My sister is very capable."

"Oh, yes." The young emperor was shaken by that delicate hand, and he agreed in a flustered manner, and at the same time made up his mind to perform well today.

It would be best if some monster came out of the woods for him to kill, the young His Majesty suddenly thought so.

It was almost noon, and in the depths of the forest, five hooligans were gathering together to watch the light coming down from the gaps in the leaves. They all prayed in their hearts that the light would move to the top of their heads quickly.

There are several magic circles drawn on the ground behind them, and the things in the magic circles are covered with black cloth. But one of them was wriggling non-stop, letting out low-pitched growls, emitting a stench unique to ferocious beasts, and even the birds in the woods dared not fly over. The hooligans didn't dare to face the wriggling thing, for fear that the thing under the black cloth would suddenly break through the restraint and jump out, so they had to turn their heads and turn their backs to not look at it.

Actually, this is not bad, but the things in the magic circle next to them made them feel uncomfortable. Although it was still covered by the black cloth, and there was no movement at all, but as soon as it got close, there was a slight chill from the back of the spine to the top of the head. After carefully carrying them all into the magic circle according to the customer's instructions, a curious and daring person once uncovered a little bit with a branch and saw a small part, but when his companion asked, this brave adventurer The latter kept silent, but his face was pale and trembling.

During the unbearable wait, a hooligan took out a gold coin from his pocket, and the other companions also took out one in unison, and carefully observed this cute little thing in their hands. That's what they're waiting for motivation here, and now it seems like it can give them courage.

"It takes five people to bring these things here, why do you have to wait here until noon together." A hooligan said. "It's hard to understand what these rich people do..."

"Why do you care so much, as long as you know that you can get the money when you have money." Another hooligan scolded him, saying that this was the leader of the five. "Anyway, as long as you complete as instructed, each person will have three gold coins. If you don't want to take it, you can go by yourself."

Hearing these words of encouragement, everyone calmed down a bit. Looking at the gold coins in their hands, they imagined that they would immediately become four. This is indeed an exciting scene.

"The time has come." A hooligan looked at the sun and said. "It should be noon. You can go."

"Wait a minute. I have one more thing to do." The leader took a handful from his pocket and set it on the ground. This is a pile of very fine off-white powder, as if it were the ashes left after something burned. The boss just put down the pile of things, and picked them up curiously. Only then did he realize that the pile of powder seemed to be a whole, and there seemed to be a strange attraction between the dust, as long as one grabbed a part and lifted it, the other parts would be attached to it and move along with it.

"Don't do it anymore, finish what you have to do and go." The other companions urged.

The leader put down the dust, took out a dagger, cut his finger lightly, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped on the pile of powder. Blood immediately soaked the strange powder, turning it from gray to pink.

"That's it, let's go." The leader stood up and beckoned his companions to leave.

Suddenly the pile of powder on the ground started to move, jumping like a flea that was extremely hungry, and attached to the leader's still bleeding finger. At the same time, everyone heard something like The 'sizzling' sound that people make when they drink soup.

The leader screamed in horror, he could feel the blood in his body flowing rapidly in a different way than usual, he shook his hand violently, but the pile of powder remained motionless as if nailed to his hand, and The color is getting darker. He hurriedly used his other hand to pull the weird thing, but the other hand immediately sank into it. Several other hooligans watched the leader's actions with dumbfounded expressions.

The leader let out a meaningless cry hysterically and kept shaking his arms. He exhausted all his strength, and even staggered his feet and rushed around. The runes on the ground, and even the black cloth were pulled down.

Things under the black cloth were exposed, they were a dozen skeletons wearing tattered armor and holding swords, several gray-black zombies whose bodies were as gray as bacon, and two floating in the air Among them, a ghost that is as hazy as mist but with a half-skeleton silhouette clearly visible. The magic circle that restrained them has lost its effect, and these undead monsters are moving.

The skeleton raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the leader who was already rolling on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ Although these weapons were almost rusted early, they still cut into the leader's body. But the leader didn't react at all, as if it wasn't his body any longer, he was still rolling and screaming with his hands raised, but he was already writhing like a dying caterpillar. His white bones and slightly rosy muscles were exposed from the wound, and no blood flowed out. And the weird pile of things in his hand had turned red and black, and began to roll and fluctuate like boiling.

Seeing such a scene, several other hooligans screamed as shrill as the leader and ran away. The two ghosts quickly chased after them, and grabbed their throats with tangible and invisible hands. They immediately fell to the ground without a sound, their hands and feet twitched like frogs for a while and then stopped moving.

The cloud of dust jumped away from the leader's already pale and emaciated corpse, and jumped onto the other corpses, continuing to make that 'sizzling' sound of sucking.

When all the five corpses became shriveled and pale like cloth sacks, the cloud of dust began to grow and deform, and suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke with a sound of collision, and then the smoke gradually shrank and gradually Condensed into a human form.

Skeleton warriors, zombies and ghosts all watched the smoky figure without moving. The three-headed dog that had been struggling in the magic circle also fell silent, whimpering.