Dust of History Chapter 4: A simple life

It's been a month, and the hunt for that horrific prisoner is still in full swing. Teams of guards can be seen on the street at any time to search everywhere. Portraits have been pasted up in the streets and alleys, and people are even talking about the prisoner above. Some said it was a spy sent by the enemy country, some said it was a new type of orc, and some said it was a cultist from the Necromancer Guild.

Asa surrounded the butcher shop with Old Man Sandro and a few vegetable vendors, listening to the boss talking about how the cultist drew a talisman in his hand, and shouted, all the people in the prison were decapitated immediately , Blood flowed like a river. Several vegetable vendors whispered to each other and agreed to go to the church together to ask for holy water for protection.

"Holy water must be sprinkled close to the body, and underwear is the most effective." Old Sandro said to several vegetable vendors.

A group of patrolling guards passed Asa, and several of them glanced at him curiously.

It's just a glance. Even Asa didn't dare to look at himself when he saw the mirror. His current face is like an ugly wax face that was half-melted by the fire and then solidified again. It is full of bumps and glistening sarcoids, the facial features are deformed and twisted into a ball, and even the eyes have been pulled crooked. Even a goblin or a big-eared monster was ten generations handsomer than him.

Of course it's just a mask. A well-made mask, the pores can still be seen, the blood vessels on the tumor are faintly visible, and it feels as elastic as real skin. Old Sandro's craftsmanship is very good, and he didn't feel any discomfort when wearing it, but Asa didn't dare to ask him what he used to make it.

Bending over, carrying a mat on the back, limping when walking, and wearing a worn-out robe that covers the whole body, it is completely suitable for appearance. After following Sandro on the street for two days, everyone on several streets knew him well, and they all knew that he was the old man Sandro's hunchbacked assistant.

Old man Sandro is actually a member of the Magic Academy, and the big house full of corpses also belongs to the Magic Academy, which somewhat surprised Asa. Even in his Calendor country, miners and blacksmiths, addicted to bad wine and whores, had to look respectful at the mention of the Academy of Magic. That is the most important institution of the church. In many people's minds, it is almost equivalent to the center of the church. It is a place to study magic and train priests and magicians. Mentioning the royal family or other important military matters to the lower class civilians feels like an illusory concept, which is far less interesting than street rumors. But once you get hurt, or do something wrong, if you feel uneasy or guilty, it is the priests from the Magic Academy to help. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a sacred and noble place.

But it's like a woman who looks holy is just a human being, and she will go to the toilet if she is a human being. Since the Academy of Magic wants to study healing magic, it must study the human body, and there must be a special place for storing corpses.

Of course, considering the sanctity of the church, this kind of research is only conducted as quietly as possible when necessary, and such a place cannot be in the Academy of Magic. The big house was built in a remote corner on the west side of the city, and the only living things inside were Asa and old Sandro.

The job of the old man Sandro is actually to keep and classify various organs and limbs. He usually has a lot of free time and sometimes goes to the market. But usually I like to mess with corpses, for example, reassemble the different parts of several people into a human shape, use some inexplicable magic on the corpse, cut an organ into dozens of small pieces, and soak them in dozens of different medicine and so on. This is a hobby that consumes corpses, so Sandro has a good relationship with the jailers and guards in the city. As long as there are irrelevant or unclaimed corpses, they will be sold to him immediately for a few copper coins. Asa's job is to carry, assist in cutting up the corpse, chop up the organs, go to the market to buy daily necessities, and provide food for the two of them.

No one usually approaches the big house. But in addition to the three feral cats nearby, there is also a guest every two or three days. He is also an old man, wearing a black robe, his cheeks are thin as if he has never eaten a full meal in his life, and there are dark circles under his eyes, as if he has never slept well. Every time he comes to Sander at night Lu. At this time, Sandro would let Asa go into the hut to read by himself. The two old men lit candles and chatted until midnight in the big room full of dead bodies and organs.

Two months ago, from the hills in the wilderness in the west, I watched the entire army I was in was wiped out, and then I was hunted down by the orcs, and died in the lizard swamp. When he came to the capital, he somehow became the most disgruntled fugitive in the entire capital... Now he is in a big house full of corpses, playing with a strange old man with corpses. Thinking of what happened during this time, even I feel incredible.

It is reasonable to say that it is possible to sneak away without old man Sandro not paying attention. With this mask and his current popularity in the city, he can definitely pass without hindrance. But he never did.

There are many reasons for not escaping. For example, learning magic has been an unattainable wish of his since he was a child. There are many books about magic in Sandro's house. And he was waiting here for Bracada's convoy to bring Xiaoyi back. This seems to be the only turning point in this predicament. The Duke's order of 'death on the spot' gave him no chance to clarify for himself, not to mention that he was completely unaware of the reason. The only hope is to wait for her to come back and see if the misunderstanding can be cleared up.

Asa has always believed that the Duke wanted him in such a way because of some misunderstanding between him and Xiaoyi. In the current situation, he can only guess like this.

But these are not the most important. The reason why he hasn't run away is because Asa doesn't think there is anything wrong with his current strange life.

Probably because I experienced too much blood and cruelty that night two months ago, and now I don't feel disgusted by living surrounded by corpses and organs.

Probably because he was close to death countless times in the Lizard Swamp and almost died, and now he doesn't feel nervous at all looking at the search troops all over the street. Sometimes even seeing teams of young soldiers working so hard for themselves, they would feel an inexplicable kindness towards them, wanting to go over and hold them back, and invite them to sit at a street stall to eat something, earnestly I strongly advise them not to waste any more effort.

Perhaps old Sandro is used to contacting corpses, so he treats people as corpses without the slightest suspicion, and it is very convenient to get along with him. He never asked about Asa, not even Asa's name, anyway, there were only two living people in the big room, and when the other party opened his mouth, he knew he was talking to him. On the contrary, Sandro named the three wild cats who often came to the big house to find something to eat. The two seem to be old friends who have long since exhausted their mutual curiosity.

More importantly, the daily magic study and meditation attracted all his energy. Every day I can feel that I am making progress. From the simplest hemostasis to recovery in the true sense, from the most basic method of lighting a candle with two fingers, to being able to cook a fish with bare hands.

He also found a dusty book from behind the old man Sandro's bookshelf. The pages are made of a kind of leather, very old but not damaged at all. This is a very strange book. Judging from the contents above, it contains an astonishing amount of magic and various skills and anecdotes related to magic. But apart from the table of contents and the opening chapter in it on the method of meditation, it is written in a language that Asa does not understand. Asa didn't ask Sandro either, and he only practiced meditation every day according to the method written in the first article that he could understand.

This is how you study, practice, and meditate every day. This life of total immersion in his own progress, which he had begun at the age of five, was the most peaceful and serene for him. Everything is so natural, without the slightest tension and deliberation. Asa spent a month unknowingly in this ordinary life full of corpses and hunts~IndoMTL.com~ Ordinary life is always relaxing, after a long time, people's feelings seem to melt into it completely In every detail of this kind of life, I no longer think about any fluctuations and changes. But he also knew that this was not acceptable. After all, some things couldn't end like this. He couldn't be a fugitive for a lifetime for no reason, and he couldn't live in the shadows all his life. Although there is no danger now, the most unbearable thing for him is that something restricts him.

And let's not let so many people die in vain on the mountains in the western wilderness. Out of a strange intuition, Asa felt vaguely that the situation he reported in the Duke's mansion had not really reached the place it should have reached.

"Hey, let's go, why are you stunned?" Sandroo old man stuffed him with a bag of bought things. Asa took the things and limped along with his head buried.

That night, after Asa meditated, he was attracted by the light coming in from the window, walked out of the big house, and saw the brightest full moon for the second time in his life.

It's been exactly two months since I last saw that hill in the Westfall. It is also a soft but dazzling moon, and no star dares to gravitate towards the beauty in the sky. The moonlight brought Asa's memory back to that time, reliving the night of killing.