Dust of History Chapter 9: Found

Ten days ago, the Academy of Magic began to study a healing spell, using a lot of human organs every day. This kind of research that is blasphemous to the dead is not very easy to put in the daytime, and it is easy to be known by most of the students, so it is all done at night. So every night at night, Asa would take a load of corpses and organs and send them from the west of the city to the Magic Academy in the center of the capital.

The itinerary of the past few nights has also opened his eyes. He has been in the capital for two months, and he has never gone out at night. He thought that the night in every place was the same as in his hometown, silent and silent, with occasional **** crowing and dog barking. If it is a moonless night, you must bring torches and lanterns with you when you go out, in case you step into a cesspool in a paddy field, or fall down with a bruised nose and a swollen face and cannot get up, and will not be carried back until the next day.

It is not the moon in the sky that illuminates the night of the capital, but countless street lights. The lights and noise of the tavern will last until the early hours of the next day. Dazzlingly dressed women stood on the side of the road and greeted passers-by enthusiastically, and drunks walked crookedly, rushing into the alleys to vomit from time to time. The luxurious carriage galloped, stopped in front of the mansion, stepped off or picked up several noble men and women.

Everyone here at night seems to have inexhaustible energy and money to spend. Singing and dancing, drinking, food, banquets, trying every means to make myself excited and happy, as if tomorrow is the end of the world, I will sacrifice all my life tonight for a little bit of crazy pleasure. Asa didn't know why these people had this illusion.

But he didn't want to explore it either. Even if he walked on the same street every day, he felt completely out of place here, as if he had stepped into a strange world ruled by unknown creatures. The people here also try their best to ignore his existence, even if occasionally a drunk stops him, wanting to cause some trouble, once they see his face, they will immediately run away.

Every day he returned from the magic academy very late. He waits until the end of the study, taking note of the organs and limbs to be used the next day.

The location of the Duke's Mansion is not far from the Academy of Magic. He passes there every night.

It has been half a month since Xiaoyi came back. But the wanted people are still wanted, and the search and arrest of the royal guards has become a routine.

Did she not explain it to her father? Or does she think I'm damned too? Does she know that her injury was actually caused by me? Am I going to be a wanted criminal all my life? Asa was very depressed during this time.

Last night's research went on for a long time and was not completed until the early hours of the morning. Asa took the list, dragged the empty car, and walked on the empty street. In the entire capital, only the area around the Academy of Magic is quiet. No matter how crazy those people are, they dare not go crazy to the head of the church.

Some distance away from the Duke's Mansion, he saw two luxurious carriages, five men and one woman in gorgeous clothes were standing outside the carriages, and there was noise.

This was a common scene in the capital at night, and Asa didn't care about it at all, and continued to walk in the dark by himself. He didn't recognize the woman until he got close, by the firelight of the carriage.

It was seen in the convoy escorting Xiaoyi, next to Clovis, with the same smiling eyes, light and thin lips, similar to Xiaoyi's appearance, probably her sister.

Now her younger sister is wearing an exaggeratedly expensive dress, her hair is more exaggerated than the clothes, and she is arguing with a few young men who can be seen as nobles just by their clothes. As she was talking, she seemed to be about to go to the Duke's mansion. The pigtail grabbed her hand, as if begging her, she turned around and continued to speak loudly, and a loud slap hit the pigtail's face superior. The little braid was enraged, and the two fought.

This is also a common scene in the capital at night. Young noblemen and young men and women always like to fight for no reason, probably because they have nowhere to vent their energy. This is also a habitual feature in their lives. Asa was still walking in the shadows of the street on his own.

Little braid seemed to be very angry, and she hit hard. She was not at all like her sister, who fell down after being punched on the head a few times. A few men next to her supported her, and Xiaozhuzi seemed to be the leader of these men, and ordered them to carry her into the car. The men hesitated, and Xiaozhuzi yelled loudly.

Asa had already walked across the street from them and heard clearly, the little braid said: "What are you afraid of? I **** her now, can the Duke still eat me? He would have no face if he made a fuss. Isn't it the only way to marry this **** to me?"

Whether this is a common scenario or not, it can't be ignored. Asa suddenly shouted loudly: "You put her down, I went to the Duke's mansion to call someone." Generally speaking, this kind of people have a guilty conscience, and they will run away if they are frightened.

But these few people are obviously not ordinary people, and they don't think they are thieves, so they are naturally not guilty. The little pigtail roared angrily and righteously: "Who is it?" The groom on the carriage shook his torch and said, "It seems to be the hunchbacked assistant of the old Sandro in the west of the city." Asa is now a celebrity , regardless of identity.

Little pigtail stumbled over, waved to Asa and said, "Don't be afraid, come here, I'll tell you..." As he got closer, Asa just smelled a smell of alcohol , Little Braid suddenly took out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed him in the chest, shouting: "I told you to call someone."

Halfway through the knife stabbing, the little pigtail felt a tightening of the wrist, twisted, and the hand seemed to be gone. A sharp pain that I have never experienced in my life drove a scream from the bottom of my heart to the mouth of my throat, but a well-timed dull pain on my Adam's apple knocked the scream back. In the end, he could only let out a snort similar to that of a pig before being suffocated, and then fell to the ground and convulsed.

The first twisting of the wrist was purely a conditioned reflex, but the second cutting the throat with the edge of the palm was a last resort. Compared with these guys, he is more guilty, and he is more afraid of being discovered by the people in the Duke's mansion.

When the other men saw this, they wanted to come over to help, but they were stopped by the drivers on the two carriages: "You are not rivals, don't go there." The two drivers pulled out their long swords from their waists and rushed over together .

Asa saw the gestures of the two coachmen drawing and holding their swords, and knew that they were not just ordinary coachmen. Hiding two swords, the lame man can no longer pretend, and he doesn't dare to hunch his back anymore, so he moves and dodges with all his strength. These two are actually quite powerful swordsmen, probably the little braid's bodyguards or something.

Finally finding a chance, Asa scrambled and scrambled to escape from the two men's encirclement, pulled off his cloak and threw it at a nearby swordsman.

The swordsman cut the cloak in two with a single stroke. Sure enough, he was a very experienced fighter, and he didn't dodge or give in. In such an advantageous situation, the most important thing is to press the opponent tightly, so as not to allow him to have a chance to breathe and adjust.

After cutting the cloak, the swordsman saw a red light in front of him. Before he knew what it was, the fireball exploded on the bridge of his nose.

This is just a small fireball for beginners. It is not very powerful. It is just equivalent to a few extra-large firecrackers tied together.

A touch. The sparks that erupted on the swordsman's face looked very beautiful in the dark, and the swordsman also fell backwards beautifully and fell straight.

Asa picked up half of the cloak on the ground and threw it at the other swordsman. At the same time, he raised his hand, waved it, and chanted aloud with the tone of the spell in his mouth. It was, in fact, a tongue-in-cheek of the dwarves of his native land. At his level, it is impossible to use magic continuously.

The swordsman hastily lowered his head, was short, and rolled backwards neatly. As soon as he got up, he found that half of the cloak had followed him and flew in front of him, and one of them suddenly bulged up quickly and hit his chin. Then he clearly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, a scream, and fell to the ground.

Asa himself felt a little unbelievable that the two swordsmen were brought down in this way. I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for so long, and my skills are not dull at all.

He walked towards the carriage, when the firelight could illuminate his face, several young people shouted: "Monster!" and fled in all directions.

"Wow." With a scream, the girl suddenly jumped out of the carriage and fled to the Duke's mansion. It turned out that she hadn't been knocked out, and had been watching.

Afraid that someone might hear the voice coming, Asa hurriedly picked up the cloak on the ground, pulled up the empty cart, and fled into the darkness.

The next morning, the Duke's Mansion.

Chriss completely went against her usual habit of sleeping until noon, she got up early, and had breakfast with her father in the dining room.

She barely slept, tossing and turning all night reminiscing about that bizarre experience, which was more stimulating than alcohol.

Although the eye that was beaten was still bruised, it still could not affect her high and excited emotions at all, and she happily told her father about the bizarre experience last night: "Dad, you know that those two bodyguards are very skilled!" First-class, but he is like a child under that person's hands. The person waved his hand, it was still magic, he can use magic, and he blows people up." She straightened her body and imitated it exaggeratedly. Take the posture of the swordsman falling down.

Duke Mrak frowned slightly. He has always been very disgusted with his daughter being with those gangsters, doing nothing but doing something wrong, this time he almost made trouble. It's just that it's impossible for him to educate his daughter by himself now, and he only occasionally has the opportunity to preach earnestly, but his daughter's age, especially this character, obviously cannot be justified by reason.

Chris danced and gestured: "Then that guy went up and punched, and the other guy lay down. It was only one punch. Last time that guy helped us beat someone, he got stabbed several times. It's all fine."

"But as soon as that person came over and we saw his face clearly, several other people ran away in fright, and I was also startled. It's really ugly, so ugly." Chris's mood fell into a trough after saying these words of 'ugly', and she shook her head in disappointment. It's a pity that it was this ugly person who saved her, not a handsome young man with long hair in golden armor.

Duke Mrak swallowed a piece of bread and picked up a glass of milk. It is still necessary to let the daughter go out to exercise, see the outside world, and taste the ups and downs of life. After all, only by experiencing it can a person truly grow up.

"This ugly man is really strange. When my sister first came back, he was lying on my sister's car and wanted to poke my head to see my sister. I’m not lame~IndoMTL.com~It’s pretty tall even if you have a straight back, but it’s too ugly.”

With a 'click', the cup shattered in the hands of Duke Mrak.

The Duke slowly turned to stare at Chris, and asked, "What did you say? What happened to that man when your sister came back?"

Chris saw a look in her father's eyes that she had never seen before, and suddenly felt frightened. Whispered: "That man went to climb my sister's carriage, and my brother-in-law almost killed him."

"Why didn't he do it then?" The Duke's voice seemed to be talking to himself.

"I don't know. I heard from many people that that ugly monster is the assistant of an old man named Sandro in the west of the city. I also heard them say that last night."

Duke Mrak got up and said: "Go and accompany your sister, I will go out for a while."

Chris asked carefully: "My sister's doctor is coming soon, where are you going?"

Duke Mrak wiped his mouth, walked out of the restaurant quickly without looking back, and said: "I want to personally thank this hero who saved my daughter."