Dust of History Chapter 8: Looking for death

Pedestrians on both sides of the street stopped and watched, admiring the rider on the white horse. The girls whispered to each other, and the look in their eyes was the kind that men most want women to show when they look at themselves, that is, admiration, fascination, and desire.

A horse is one in a thousand horses, and the horseman is rare. The shining silver knight armor does not seem to be a foreign object that needs to be worn, but a natural manifestation of one's temperament, so majestic and majestic, it is only because it is worn on him. A head of blond hair that gives people the illusion of dazzling, as if the brilliance of the sun is carried on his body, willingly becoming a part of him. Sword eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, a handsome but masculine facial contour. The sun shines on the armor and blond hair, and the reflected light makes the onlookers mistake it for his own brilliance.

Of course, such a person must have an identity that matches him. Among the passers-by, a few people who knew it whispered, this is the eldest son of Grand Duke Erni, the captain of the Royal Paladins, the son-in-law of Duke Mrak, Knight Erni Clovis. Among the listeners, a young girl immediately imagined that her mother had an affair with Sir Mrak.

Clovis paid no attention to the admiring crowd around him. In his eyes, these stupid civilians are no different from ants. It is only natural to be surprised at his own height and stalwart, so there is no need to take it to heart.

And he is very annoying now, or he has been very annoying for more than a month, and now he has to waste time here. If he could, he would immediately draw his sword and kill all the untouchables on the street that made the caravan have to move slowly.

The soldier was able to escape from the capital, and might even have been lurking somewhere in the capital. This incident prevented him from sleeping well for a month. Once he remembered that the lowly **** might be hiding in a dark burrow and sniggering, elated at his escape from a knight, happy at the knight's worries and headaches, he would sink into extreme rage . He vowed that when he caught this soldier, he would carefully and slowly pick off the most sensitive parts of his body bit by bit like a manicure, and let him howl like a dog in a pool of blood For three days and three nights, he licked the soles of his shoes desperately with his tongue, wailing and begging himself to kill him quickly.

The only good news is that at least for now the soldier hasn't revealed the news. It's possible that he himself didn't know the true meaning of the news, and buried this matter with himself in the shadows forever. The progress of the orcs in the west is also unexpectedly good, and it will be fine in about half a year. But that soldier is still like an unknown bomb, which may have been dampened and failed, or it may suddenly reveal its existence from a certain place one day, making the delicate layout of the whole thing out of control.

Today his injured fiancée was finally sent back, and he had to put down what he was doing and go out of the city to **** her back to the Duke's Mansion. He hates wasting time on such things.

He absolutely hates wasting time. Time is very precious, and every minute should be spent efficiently, should be rewarded, and should help oneself gain greater power and a higher status. It is his creed that people should go up and down while they are alive, and he is also proud of having such a creed, so that he despises those untouchables who live like insects and ants. Hence his profound distaste for everything that offends this proud creed of his.

And he also knew that she was also unwilling to see him. She didn't hate him in a very obvious way, but a disgusted indifference. This attitude made Clovis very disgusted, even angry. He is used to others worshiping him, admiring him, fearing him, and even allowing others to hate him, which at least shows that he is an existence that cannot be ignored in the eyes of others, and it is a very powerful proof. But he never allows others to ignore him, and does not allow others to look at him like a cockroach slipping past the corner.

There is only one person in this world who sees him that way. If it was someone else, he must use all means to tell that person who dares to despise him, he can tear anyone who underestimates him to pieces. But this person is his fiancée, who is about to accompany him with that kind of gaze for the rest of his life. And now he has to waste a lot of time protecting her.

This is undoubtedly a very annoying thing, and he would never do it if he could. 

But there is no way, sometimes the impression of the bystanders is the key and the meaning of this matter. The daughter of the Duke of Mrak was injured. Given the relationship between the Duke and the Erni family, the eldest son of the Duke Erni is also the fiance of the princess, so he will definitely fly out of the city, and then his fiancee, carefully Escorted all the way back to the Duke's Mansion. Since people think so, things can only be demonstrated in this way.

The person has already received it, and the two of them have a tacit understanding. They didn't glance at each other, and they didn't say a word. Instead, as soon as they met, she eagerly asked her sister in a weak voice, where was the young man who came to the Duke's mansion to report a month ago. In her mind, that soldier is a hundred times more important than her fiancé. This made Clovis even more angry, but he was not jealous. In his eyes, his fiancée or any woman was just a prop, but her attitude showed that he was not as good as that soldier from a certain point of view.

He doesn't want to care about which angle, he just doesn't allow a lowly country guy to be suspected of surpassing him in any aspect. I am the strongest, the most perfect, the most powerful, the top person. This concept has long taken root in his mind, and it is also his pride. He is really a very proud person, so he is easily annoyed and angry.

Maybe that damned soldier will take this opportunity to get close to her. Then you can cut off that guy's hands and feet one by one in front of her, so that she can take a good look at who can't be ignored. Clovis thought so, trying to make sense of the boring action that was making him feel bad. But he also knew that this was just a self-comforting thought. In any case, that soldier was not so stupid.

"Brother-in-law, have you noticed the way those girls look at you?" Chris was looking at Clovis with the eyes she described, excitedly reporting her peers.

"Well." Clovis concentrated on his own thinking.

"Don't be so cool all the time." Chris' eyes deepened. This girl is his fiancée's sister. She is seventeen years old, has a similar appearance to her older sister, and is more beautiful. She is one of the few beauties in the capital, and her character is the frivolous and indifferent typical of a typical noble girl.

Like the youngest daughter in any family, she was very much loved by her father. And when she was born, the Duke didn't have much time to spend on educating his children. He grew up in the same environment as other noble children, and he has achieved the same personality. Some time ago, she herself actually asked to go to the Academy of Magic to study and study ancient books, but it seemed that it was just to add some noble aura to herself, and it had no practical significance.

Clauvis sometimes wonders why the Duke doesn't marry this daughter to him. Such a naive and superficial girl is easy to grasp, he is familiar with dealing with it, and it is much more convenient for the Duke and himself.

There was a sudden commotion in the convoy behind. "There was a man who wanted to climb the lady's carriage, but we caught him." A guard came to report.

This report made Clovis suddenly remember that it was just a figment of his imagination. A premonition of great luck welled up in his heart, and he rode his horse over.

Several soldiers were grabbing a man covered in a cloak. It was a hunchback, who seemed to be crippled, and wore a cloak that looked like it hadn't been washed in hundreds of years. It was easy to imagine that this was someone doing some weird work in a dark basement.

Klaus looked carefully, and suddenly he found that the cloak was actually well-dressed, just enough to hide all the body parts of this person, even if you stood opposite, it would be difficult for you to see The face and even the figure inside are blurred under the effect of the cloak.

Clovis got off his horse and stared at the face that was hidden in the shadow of the cloak, as if he wanted to pierce every detail of it with his eyes.

He walked in front of the man step by step. Every step is very slow and steady, as if in front of me is a ghost that has finally appeared from the gap in time, and if you are not careful, it will disappear into the air again.

He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and ordered word by word: "Pull the thing off his head." At this distance, he was sure that no one would escape again.

The cloak was pulled away, and the soldier who pulled the cloak was the first to react, and immediately jumped back a step in fright.

This face is not suitable for appearing in broad daylight. The facial features were melted by a pot of boiling water and re-condensed by pinching them randomly with hands. It was also like a clumsy clay sculptor who was dissatisfied with his work and pressed another hand on the already ugly face. There are also patches of purplish red sarcoma that are shiny and swollen as if they are about to explode immediately, and hot pus and blood will fly out. "It's old man Sandro's hunchbacked assistant." Someone in the guard immediately recognized him.

Clauvis carefully scanned the face twice from top to bottom, but couldn't find a single element that coincided with the expected face, only feeling nauseated. Turning to the guard who spoke just now, the anger and disgust in his eyes could be felt even by the stupidest cow, and he asked, "Do you know him?"

The guard clarified for himself tremblingly: "It's not that I know it, but many people know that this guy is the assistant of the old Sandro who specializes in corpses in the west of the city." Many passers-by echoed. Some of them shouted: "Humpty, do you think it's a carriage pulling corpses? Kowtow and admit your mistake."

Is it really just other people? Just a coincidence? But even if he killed by mistake, it didn't seem to matter, and he couldn't let go of any slight possibility. Several veins were floating on the back of Clovis' sword-holding hand.

But he took a look at the face that he couldn't take a closer look at, and finally let go of the hilt. The blood of such an ugly and dirty person is probably as dirty and smelly as the water at the bottom of the gutter. What if it gets on your clothes and body? What if it gets splashed on your face? This assumption made him feel sick. He turned around and mounted his horse, and ordered: "Drive him away."

"Get out." The guard was afraid of getting his shoes dirty, so he didn't dare to really kick them over. The bystanders burst into laughter.

"That man looked terrifying just now." Seeing the man put on his cloak again, limping and disappearing into the crowd with his back on his back, Chris held Clovis' arm in a fearful gesture. .

"Who was that just now?" A weak female voice came from the carriage. Chris replied: "Nothing, just a lunatic."

At dusk, in the big house, Sandro was taking out the livers of two corpses for comparison, and then cutting them into small pieces and soaking them in the liquid. Asa was helping to pass various tools beside him.

A stray cat jumped in through the window, stared at Sandro and howled. Sandro casually cut off a piece of his hand and threw it to the wild cat.

"What if the bone in the cervical spine cracks?" Asa asked.

"Throw it away." Sandro didn't look up.

Asa worked hard to adjust the wording: "It's not a dead person, I mean if the cervical spine of a living person is injured and split, how should it be treated?"

Sandro raised the small hammer on the table, and with a muffled bang, he knocked out a section of the cervical spine of a corpse, and said, "Try to put it back together yourself." Looking at Asa, he said, "You still owe me three years and two months of work."

"I know." Asa replied.

"Then please think about my three years and two months of work." Sandro emphasized the words "my" with an accent. "Don't go to die. I heard you were heroic today. But do you know that your **** really isn't pretending."

"Then how can you pretend to be like that?" Asa asked humbly. Next time he must talk to her.

Sandro picked up the small hammer just now. "Put your feet up."

At the same time, in the Duke's mansion, Duke Mrak was sitting beside his daughter's bed, telling his daughter a fabricated story. He has not done this kind of thing for more than ten years, and now he is back to his old job, and he is still familiar with it.

"He just left?" Xiaoyi's eyes were full of disappointment.

Duke Mrak's eyes were full of disappointment~IndoMTL.com~ said: "Yes. Such an excellent young man, I really want to keep him. But he insisted on leaving, and I didn't method."

Chris, who was next to her, imagined her sister's story just now, and she was fascinated, and sighed: "A man walked alone in the most dangerous swamp in the whole continent, and fought an orc, and saved a girl. ...This is really the same as the story told by the bard. He must be very handsome, with long hair covering half of his eyes... By the way, maybe he is a prince of some small country . " Saying that made me feel a little inexplicably excited.

"Did he say anything?" Xiaoyi asked, her eyes full of hope after disappointment.

The eyes of Duke Mrak are full of tenderness, tolerance and understanding that a loving father should have. He replied: "He told you to recover from your injuries. It is best not to go to such a dangerous place in the future. He will come back when he has a chance. It's up to you."

"The situation reported by this young man is very useful. But this is a military secret and cannot be disclosed to others, otherwise his hard work will be in vain. So you must not disclose what he told you to others Every word, don't tell others what you met in the swamp." The Duke emphasized his tone, slowed down his voice, and spoke more seriously than he said. "You have to remember, you can't let his hard work go to waste, you know?"