Dust of History Chapter 4: Exercise

Asa now has the Duke's appointment document in his arms again.

He didn't know why the Lord Duke entrusted him with the task of saving his daughter like he was the only savior. With Lord Duke's power and money alone, a group of monsters with big ears will definitely not be a problem. Those green-skinned thieves would never dare to kidnap if they knew in advance that it was the daughter of a duke. This is a dangerous cargo that is enough to attract an army and raze their entire village to the ground. They usually only attack some passing passers-by or small caravans, and they generally don't dare to hurt people. And no matter who it is, as long as they bring the ransom, this matter can be resolved.

But no matter what the Duke thinks, this is definitely a good thing. He is also hoping that he can solve this matter alone and secretly. The Duke not only sincerely asked him to rescue his daughter, but also specially gave him a letter of appointment, which, like the bishop, said it was convenient for him to act locally.

Of course, the Duke does not have the right to directly appoint officials. This document only proves that he is a special envoy appointed by the Duke, and that he is a member of the Duke, and he can change horses at various post stations along the way. Moreover, the Duke's reputation and influence have been on the rise in recent years, and even in remote places, this page will prove to be a great deterrent.

He wanted to decline this thing, but along with this document, there were ten shiny gold coins, which were exactly what was needed, so he had to accept it.

It was already getting late, he returned to Sandro's big house, and prepared to leave tomorrow.

Asa has always remembered the matter of the meditation technique, and when he entered the room, he asked Sandro angrily: "Why didn't you tell me what the meditation technique in that book is, if I knew it, I wouldn't go there Practiced."

"Why not practice?" Sandro glared at him.

"Isn't that a sorcery? The bishop said that those who practiced it are already dead. Do you want to kill me?"

Sandro spat on the ground and said: "The ones who died are those idiots who were obviously not talented enough but tried to practice. There is nothing evil or good in the thing itself, just just right, even if it is water. If you drink too much, you will be exhausted. I have practiced before, and I stopped practicing when I reached the limit of my body. It has been fine for so many years."

When he heard that the bishop asked him to destroy the book by the way, Sandro was stunned for a moment, and asked: "He really said that?" Then he frowned, ran into the back room, and put his hands on the He handed it to Asa and said: "You eat it." Asa took it in his hand and looked carefully, it was two black pills.

"Hurry up and eat, hurry up." Sandro patted Asa's back like coaxing a child.

"I don't know anything, how dare I eat it? It can't be poison."

"This is good medicine." Sandro made an innocent and angry expression. "This is a good thing that I refined with dozens of precious medicinal materials and magic power. Eating it can strengthen your body and make you energetic. I see that you have to complete a difficult task tomorrow, so I give it to you." Replenish your strength."

"Really?" Asa sniffed it carefully, but there was no smell, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"One more glass of water to help digestion." Sandro handed him another glass of water.

Asa gulped down the drink, and found that Sandro was watching him very carefully. Feeling very uncomfortable, asked: "What are you doing?"

Sandro looked into his mouth and confirmed that he had swallowed the medicine and it was impossible to spit it out again, so he suddenly cried out in a panic: "Oops, I forgot. This This kind of medicine is too strong, and you must use another medicine to neutralize it. Otherwise, you will suffer from gut piercing and die of pain."

"You..." Asa glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"I also forgot my prescription for another medicine, but it was recorded in that book. You must find that book and give it to me as soon as possible." He patted Asa on the shoulder, Then he said innocently, "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do it on purpose. But don't worry, the effect of this drug is not so fast, and it will take a long time to attack. I believe you can definitely take that book before the poison occurs. The book was given to me. You must remember not to show the book to other people, and the prescription written on it is only understood by me..."

Then he seemed to have thought of something again, and asked Asa in the kind tone unique to elders: "By the way, there's another thing, I don't have a good memory. If you tell Bishop Ronis about this, Once I was frightened, I couldn’t remember anything.”

Asa sighed and nodded, patted Sandro on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will give you the book, and then tell the bishop that the book has been destroyed." I believe that those who play these little tricks will have some connection with the legendary Necromancer Guild.

"So you're so smart, I never noticed it before." Sandro nodded a little embarrassedly, and then said with a very serious expression. "But it's really a powerful poison. You have to feel the pressure so you can concentrate, or you'll get dizzy when you see a woman. If the woman is in your pregnancy again, she will tell you to roll and act like a baby. Destroy that book, wouldn't that cost me my life?"

Asa nodded impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, I understand, I will give you the book."

With a loud knock, the two wooden doors were kicked open. A group of people rushed in, almost all of them were burly men with weapons.

Only the leader was a thin man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. He stared at Asa and said to the others: "This is the guy. The young master has ordered him to live. But it's okay to have a few limbs broken. The one who brought him down has five gold coins."

As soon as the words fell, all the people rushed towards the five gold coins standing in front of them.

"I seem to be looking for you. Take your time." Sandro turned his head and walked away.

Asa didn't understand how these unknown people came to him, but he understood the countermeasures for people rushing towards him with weapons. Instead of retreating, he advanced, stretched out his hand and sent a fireball at the first person who rushed over, this time he almost did it with all his strength.

Asa knows how to play more with less. The party with a large number of people tends to hold their own and have an advantage, and their mentality is generally very loose. As long as you show their unexpected strength and knock down a few at once, the morale will be disrupted, and then it will be easy to deal with.

Although this fireball was not as powerful as in the Whispering Forest, it was significantly improved than before. After hitting the man's chest, he was blown upside down. Several people nearby were also knocked down by the aftermath of the explosion.

"Oh?" Sandro, who walked to the side to watch the excitement, opened his eyes, surprised at the power of this fireball.

The other people didn't stop, but rushed over fiercely while taking advantage of his magic spell. At a glance, Asa knew that this group of veterans were veterans. He drew the knife from behind his back.

Only fighting the two swords of the people who came from the front, Asa pulled out another fireball and blasted the two people who rushed from the side down. He now feels that the magic power flows freely and endlessly in his body.

This is the first time he has fought against a human after escaping from the Whispering Forest, and it feels like he has improved a lot compared to before. The power of meditation and the sun well gradually merged in the body, not only the magical power, but also the wonderful effect on the body.

Asa slashed across the back of the knife and flipped two. He didn't want to kill people, but he used the back of the knife. Naturally, his shots were not light, and every time he struck, there would be the sound of bones breaking. But he didn't expect this group of people to be fierce. Just as he turned around, the big man who was cut to the ground endured the pain and got up and stabbed him in the back, but he only wiped the robe. Swing away.

Asa didn't turn his head back, he took a step back and hit the elbow. The sound of face bones breaking and a muffled cry sounded at the same time. This time it will never get up again.

There was a man waving a long sword rushing up from the side. Asa simply went forward to block the sword with his arm, and then smashed the man's jaw with a knife handle. Another fireball was thrown back, and a guy who wanted to attack from behind flew out and hit the shelf of glass bottles containing various organs. The internal organs and potions fell all over the floor along with the glass shards. Sandro scolded his mother beside him.

Seeing his style of play, the rest of them finally felt timid, and stood there only daring to put on a posture but stopped coming.

"Stop!" shouted loudly. The skinny man in the lead ran over secretly and held Sandro's neck with a knife at some point.

"Don't move, or I'll cut off the old man's head." The thin man shouted majestically, obviously feeling that he had already taken advantage.

The thin man is very proud. He doesn't know how to fight very much. Although he is basically a strategist, he usually has little chance to be reused by the master who prefers to watch and kill. This time, because the master was called by the master before leaving, and he was the only one who had seen the person who injured his master last time, so he asked him to bring someone with him. He felt that this was an opportunity God gave him, so he had to grasp it well and perform well.

"Don't move. If you move the old man's neck, a hole will be opened, and the blood will flow out. Think about the scene. Have you ever heard the voice of a person whose throat was cut? It doesn't sound good, especially when it's sent out on your relatives and friends. Look at this old man, he must not have much blood left at his age." The thin man described it forcefully, strengthening his deterrent effect.

He saw that the opponent really didn't move, as if he was really pinched, so he became even more triumphant. He was quite sure of the effect of his usual method. He has always despised those comrades who use brute force to fight their opponents head-on and prided themselves on their superior intelligence.

As long as you are a human being, you have relatives, friends, and people you value. Instead of wasting energy and killing people, it is better to easily grasp these weaknesses, and immediately make people submit without bloodshed.

He smiled smugly. This is a typical example of his wisdom over those of brute force, and it is his wisdom that controls the situation in this defeated situation. He could already imagine how his master would look at him differently and entrust him with important tasks after he went back, and then he would be the number one subordinate, a figure at the military division level. He was full of ambition, and ordered those companions standing there majesticly: "Go up and chop off his hands and feet first. Remember, you must cut off the tendons on the flesh so that he can no longer move. , but don’t hurt the important blood vessels, the young master said you will live.” He looked at Asa and said, “Don’t move, my knife is very fast.”

Two big men stepped forward and swiped their weapons, chopping at Asa's feet. They are all veterans, and they slashed directly at the position on his heel.

Screams sounded, but it was two big men who fell down. Asa not only moved, but moved violently. He suddenly jumped away and stretched out his hand to pull the two big men over. Their weapons slashed at each other, and then their heads were hit hard together, and they collapsed on the ground after a muffled sound.

The thin man was frightened and angry, and decided to show his strength, telling the person who ignored his threat that he was not shouting loudly but really cruel, and he lifted the knife and cut the face of the old man in his hand. He has encountered such a situation before, but as long as he cuts off the hostage's ears and nose or slashes a few knives on his body, the hostage will not dare to resist as soon as he sees the tragic situation of his friends and relatives and hears the screams.

As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly found that he couldn't move. The old man's white, old and wrinkled hand just stretched out and touched his other hand, and his body seemed to be stiff like a piece of wood suddenly.

The old man turned around and sighed with nostalgia: "It's been a long time since someone used a knife to resist it." Looking at the knife in his hand, "The knife is not held like this..." Then stretched out With a shot, he opened his fingers one by one, changed the grip of the knife, and then pulled his fingers back one by one, pinched his wrist and took his knife to cut his face.

Every part of the thin man's body feels normal and clear, and the joints are also flexible, but all the muscles are stiff. I watched the knife cut in from my left cheek, the muscle was cut open under the sharp pain of the blade, blood gushed out from the cut, and then gathered on the skin to form a small river, flowing down the chin. He couldn't even blink his eyes, only tears flowed from his wide-open eye sockets in pain, and then mixed with blood and dripped down.

The knife sliced ​​through the thin man's ear, cutting off almost half of his face. His crotch was completely soaked, but he was still in that posture of raising his hand and waving a knife, and even the remaining half of his face still had that vicious expression. Sandro was still telling him like he was teaching a child: "Look, the cut pattern is so good, that's how the knife should be held... Oh, I forgot you can't see... you next time When you use a knife to kill again, you must use it like this, oh, sorry, I forgot again, it seems that there will be no next time for you...."

The big men over there have already started to retreat towards the door. Sandro said to the thin man with emotion: "Why are your companions ignoring you and wanting to run away? This is not possible, you go and stop them." The pale and withered hand grabbed it effortlessly. into the skinny man's body. It seems that what is under that hand is not skin and muscle, but just a pile of mud,

The thin man immediately found a strange feeling spreading rapidly in his body. It's not the feeling, exactly, but the feeling of losing it. All the sensations in the body centered on that hand are rapidly disappearing. Before he even had time to think about what was going on, he couldn't even feel the feeling of thinking.

Sandro just tossed the skinny man's body weighing more than 100 jin, flew straight out and hit the few people who wanted to escape, and then exploded, making a 'poof' sound like a fart. Such a small explosion would do no harm, it would just splatter the contents of the skinny man.

What splashed out was not red flesh and internal organs, but a stinky paste like the sludge that had accumulated in the stinky ditch for a lifetime. This person who was alive just now seemed to have been rotting for decades in the blink of an eye.

The black paste that exploded from the corpse flew to those big men who wanted to run, and they immediately burst into screams as they were splashed by the red-hot iron juice, fell limp and rolled on the ground. But he became hoarse after screaming a few times, and then he lay there paralyzed and motionless, the skin of his whole body showing the gray color of pork that had been placed for several days.

Asa stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded. He knew that Sandro would not need his help, but he really did not expect such a scene.

Sandro clapped his hands easily. His hands were still so pale, and the deaths of those people just now did not leave a trace on his body. He seemed as relaxed as if he just went to the toilet and drank a glass of water. He turned his head to look at Asa and said, "Do you know that you should have died several times just now."

Sandro's tone was rarely serious. "I know that killing people is not an easy matter. It's much harder than those unhandled youths in the tavern boast. I vomited for a day after the first murder, and then I didn't eat for three days." He It seems that a responsible teacher is teaching his students seriously. "But if you still don't want to be killed, you have to get used to the feeling of killing people. Obviously other people want your life, but you are merciful and use the back of your knife to chop it. Is it too long? Let me ask you again, if I really didn't have the ability to resist just now, do you really have any scruples?"

"...Probably... yes..." Asa said honestly.

"And then you wait for someone to come and cut off your limbs, and then drag them away like a dead pig? You have no threat. What do you think others will do to the person who threatens you?" Sander Only when Lu was serious did Asa realize that he was actually a dignified, majestic, even murderous old man.

Asa said nothing. These things become clear once you think about it.

Sandro shook his head, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it, he just said: "You can experience it slowly." Then he walked to a big man lying on the ground. The big man had his collarbone broken by Asa with the back of his knife, and he was curling up in a ball and moaning there. Sandro bent down and reached out to touch his face. The big man stopped moaning after he let out a sigh of relief, and his hands, feet and body that were originally huddled together went limp. Everyone could see that he was completely relaxed.

Sandro walked towards another big man on the ground, and Asa quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Forget it, they have no resistance...."

"Do you remember that bragging butcher shop owner?" Sandro asked. Asa was stunned, he didn't know what Sandro meant by mentioning this at this time.

"One of his daughters was raped last month. He went to someone to comment, but he was slashed in the face, and now he is lying at home half dead." Sandro put his hand on his face He made a gesture, which happened to be the place where he cut the skinny man just now, and then pointed to the big puddle of black pulp that burst and said. There were still some fragments of bones that were melting, and it was completely impossible to see that this puddle was once a person. "That's what he did. These fellows seem to be domestic slaves in some high-ranking mansion. I tell you, every one of them does this kind of thing a lot, and there are few people on the street who don't know them and are afraid of them. Do you think Are they pitiful or are those who are bullied by them pitiful?"

Asa silently watched as Sandro stepped forward to touch those big men lying on the ground and moaning one by one. Under the hands of this old man Yan, these strong and strong men seemed to be inferior to ants, and they all died almost silently.

Sandro walked back and said in that tone of teaching: "I'll tell you again, even if they all don't deserve to die, I will do this."

"If you let them go, they will go back and tell their masters, and then more people will come, even the royal guards, the priests of the church ~IndoMTL.com~ Do I want them Have they all been killed? And if it is reported that there is a person in the magic academy who can use the black magic of the Necromancer Guild, and the bishop still has contacts with this person, what kind of trouble will it cause? How do you say how to deal with it?"

Asa nodded silently, it is indeed difficult to deal with. Ask: "So how do we deal with this now?"

"What is this now? What is it like now? I don't know anything. I have been discussing things with the bishop this evening. The bishop can testify to me. I don't know how these people died here , broke my things, I don’t know who to pay for.”

Asa was taken aback, then nodded. He is speechless.

"Don't be swayed by those simple emotions, think more about the consequences of the next development, and then go in the direction of what you should do. You must know that the thing on the neck is not for growing hair. You tomorrow I'm about to set off to retrieve that book, and you don't even know if you can come back alive just because of your current state." Sandro's tone of teaching slowly became flat. "Many things will feel uncomfortable at the beginning, but if you want to live in this world, you must practice and get used to it. You must know that the world does not revolve around your feelings."

Asa sighed, wanted to nod, but also wanted to shake his head.