Dust of History Chapter 9: Swag

That night, Asa was awakened by the smell of blood emanating from his body.

He has showered and changed his clothes. But when he lay on the bed and gradually entered the hazy state of half-sleeping, he immediately smelled the strong smell of blood that had swirled around his nose during the day. The sound of bones breaking, muscles ripping apart, and the death cry of the monster with big ears rang faintly in his ears again. The feeling of holding a knife and slashing into the body bursts into my mind, mixed with the smell of blood.

When fighting to death, this feeling once made people fall into a kind of excitement of primitive beasts-because I don't want to die, so I want you to die. But once back in this peaceful environment, having a well-prepared meal, discussing some things well with others, and lying on the most comfortable bed in the best hotel in Bracada. When I really felt that I was still alone, this kind of beastly memory only made my stomach sick. The feeling of man and the feeling of beast cannot be harmoniously mixed in the body, and the impact and repulsion of each other makes people feel nauseous.

Asa walked out of the room and came to the back garden of the hotel. He planned to blow some air to wake himself up.

The lights and hustle and bustle in the tavern ahead continued. In the back garden, the dry air swept in from the west. Asa felt the breath of the Sai Plateau here, his mind seemed to become clearer, and he sighed comfortably. But suddenly there was a sound of vomiting in the wind.

Not far ahead, a man was bending over, with one hand propping up against the wall and the other covering his chest and abdomen, and buried his head to vomit. He vomited very hard, as if he was trying to pour out everything in his body, even though there was nothing to vomit, he was still retching, tears and snot came to his mouth, hanging down with saliva .

Finally, he seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and stood up unsteadily. The light from the tavern reflected his face into a dark red, and his haggardness turned his original masculinity into a mess. Asa saw that it was Rod Hart.

Rodhart also saw Asa. He poured some water from the horse drinking trough next to him and wiped his face with his sleeve. He seemed to have recovered a bit.

"First kill?" Asa asked. He knew that many fighters were like this after their first kill. I was also very uncomfortable, but it was much better than him. "Strictly speaking, those are not human beings."

Rodhart took a breath, shook his head and said, "I haven't even killed a chicken before." He killed at least a dozen big-eared monsters with his own hands today. After a long silence, he said: "I grew up listening to the legends of heroes fighting, and I have always yearned for the scene of galloping on the battlefield with swords and blood. I used to learn swordsmanship and swordsmanship in the knight school." How to fight When I always think about how to assassinate the enemy, and cut off the head of the enemy general with a sword. These are just illusory concepts in my head for many years, and I have become accustomed to using "kill" as a word Yes. Today I finally did it with my own hands, but..." His face was very pale. "Don't say they are enemies, they are just monsters with big ears. As long as you think that they can speak human language, they still live with human beings in many places. They are half human. I didn't care when I was nervous, but I didn't care about it when I came back. I can't sleep, I always think clearly of the sword piercing in during the day, the blood comes out, and I can feel the thing in my hand that can talk like me..." He showed a painful expression, as if again Going to throw up.

"Killing people is not a simple matter." Asa walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "It's good to get used to it. And you have to get used to it, if you don't want to be killed." Unknowingly, he moved out what others taught him

"Thank you for your teaching." Rodhart's serious words made Asa feel uncomfortable.

"I used to just imagine justice, heroes, and battles in concepts. But in reality, I realized that these are just beautified things with stories. I naively believed in justice and axioms, but it hurt Dead folks. I thought I would be a fighting hero, but I know that killing people is too difficult for me." He looked at Asa sincerely. "From you, I learned what the attitude should be in reality. You saved me and the folks, and the way I dealt with it today also solved what I thought was a desperate situation at the time. I really admire you , you are the real hero."

Asa felt that the lights in the tavern were too bright, and even the faint light that came through made his face burn. He really wanted to say something modest, but found that there was nothing to be modest about, so he could only say: "Actually... I just do what I want to do." He suddenly remembered those short-handed short men who he often saw in Karondo. When people communicate with others, they imitate their appearance and tone and stretch out their hands and say: "It goes without saying, if you don't dislike it, just make friends."

Rod Hart was startled and smiled. He also reached out and took Asa's hand.

"Do me a favor?" Asa asked.

"I will go through fire and water," Rodhart replied.

The next day, Asa asked Rodhart to **** Chris back to the capital. He himself remained in Bracada, where there were really important things to do.

But the key is how to do it, this is the problem that gives him a headache. Do you want to go into that orc's castle alone to **** the book back? He still remembers very clearly how those orcs slaughtered their entire team on the mountain half a year ago. The difference between an ogre werewolf and a big-eared monster is like a lion and a mangy dog. If you really want to go on a rampage, even if you have a hundred lives, it is not enough to die.

I racked my brains and couldn't come up with any ideas. Asa thought of Mr. Borugan, there seemed to be something in that guy's big head, so he simply went to him to help him think of a solution. But the truth cannot be told, and Asa showed the appointment document given to him by the bishop, saying that the book is a very important book of the church and must be taken back.

Unlike officials in other places, the name of the church seems to have no deterrent effect on this guy whose belief is effectiveness. This can also be seen in the urban setting of Bracada, where there is only one chapel in the whole city, which is as rough and crude as those hotels. There are also priests who have to live in the rooms of various hotels and listen to the din of whores and drunkards to perform holy priesthood.

But even so, Mr. Borugan still tried his best to help Asa, because he himself was very concerned about the news of the orc city-state. They caught a few monsters with big ears, but they didn't get any valuable information under secret interrogation. These ordinary big-eared monsters are not very clear about the situation of the orc city-state. This seems to be something that only the leaders of the big-eared monster group are aware of. They are indeed planning to make a lot of money here and then go there to avoid the pursuit of the human army. The looted property was also gathered early in the morning and sent there secretly.

After the interrogation, return to the office of the city hall. Lord Borugan frowns again and walks back and forth on the same spot, his broom-like brows stand above his big eyes that seem to be staring viciously at any time, making his troubled thoughts look evil.

"This seemingly absurd rumor about the orc city-state seems to be true. Since such absurd things can become reality, we might as well boldly use the current situation to reason and imagine, maybe we can Let’s take a closer look at the whole situation.” He suddenly raised his head and asked Asa, “What do you think they are doing with the money?”

"Of course it was used." Asa thought it was nonsense.

"That's a good point. They are just for use." Lord Borugan highly appreciated Asa's nonsense answer. "Before we confirmed the news, we didn't think deeply about it. We just habitually thought that their purpose of robbery and extortion was the same as that of other bandits, money. But we forgot that this was an attempt to escape from human society. In the last few transactions, they no longer dared to reappear in the empire. Then the reason why they are still so interested in property can only be... the city-state of the orcs is the same as our human society, using gold Silver currency was used to circulate. Furthermore, the city-state they built was not a lair of wild beasts as we imagined, but an orderly group similar to our human society.”

"Ordinary people are too used to seeing orcs as mindless beasts. In fact, from many aspects, they are also a race that should have considerable wisdom, but the cultural form is different, so it is easy for people to That's just an illusion. So although it does sound like nonsense that they built an orderly city-state, it is entirely possible."

Asa nodded, he believed so, he had seen several orcs of different races equipped with quite sophisticated weapons and armor. That would not be something they could make themselves, only to trade with humans who were capable of making it. In other words, at least half a year ago, this matter was already underway in a planned way. Such a huge plan can be completely hidden from the eyes and ears of the entire empire...

No, it's not completely concealed, at least I, and the Duke know. His Excellency the Duke said that it is a military secret, and the empire is already dealing with it, so it cannot be easily disclosed to others, but in the current situation, it is obvious that it is no longer the result of the empire's handling... ...a kind of strange and hazy doubt slowly rose in my heart ~IndoMTL.com~ But it immediately conflicted with the good impression that the Duke gave him, this conflict made him feel restless, and he couldn't help but stop continuing Think down. Looking at Borugan-sama, he asked, "What if this is the case?"

Borugan spread his hands, shook his head and sighed and said, "That's a good thing for you. It's terrible for me. For me, no, it should be said for the whole of Bracada. If our west Suddenly there is a country of orcs, the first thing that will be affected is naturally the trade with western countries, and the economic lifeline of this city will completely collapse. What's worse, if the empire goes to war with this country of orcs, the city will be destroyed. It can only become a military base." Borugan-sama showed a very fierce and sad expression.

"It's much more convenient for you. I believe the orcs won't have much interest in the church's classics, as long as they find a channel for them to sell their stolen goods, and spend a few gold coins in exchange for that book."

Asa nodded, the stuff in the guy's head like a pumpkin inflated in front of him is indeed quite heavy. He let out a long breath, it would be best if the matter could be settled with just a few gold coins. He asked: "Where can I find that channel?"

"Of course you searched for it yourself. The thieves who have been arrested recently probably have clues. There are also smart people among the criminals. Some people must think of stealing and selling stolen goods."