The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 482: The Tragedy of the Soul Vessel

Let us first move our gaze from the Tuyere Plateau to the Kobor Evergreen Forest on the border of the Duchy of Akrakit in the Eastern Plains.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy carried a girl who looked slightly younger than him, pushed aside the branches and leaves of the trees that were still lush in the cold winter, stumbled and moved forward with difficulty.

The boy dressed like an ordinary hunter, with a purple machete pinned to his waist.

It's just that the time has passed. At this time, the hunters will no longer venture into this jungle where there may be dangerous creatures wandering. In the cold winter because of lack of food, the hungry monsters are more dangerous than in the summer. A lot.

The girl is wearing a thin linen gown, her shoes have long been missing, and her little feet are purple with cold. She wears a cotton forehead guard on her forehead. There is also an eye pattern embroidered with gold and silver threads in front of her forehead.

If you get close, you can still smell a strong smell of blood from the girl.

"Jon...enough, let me down..."

Suddenly, the girl's voice sounded like a candle in the wind.

"Don't worry, Aisha. As long as you walk through this forest to reach that kind of big city, you will surely be saved!"

Obviously, his strength is almost exhausted, but the young man still gritted his teeth, ignoring his feet full of blisters, and stubbornly moved forward.

"I...in my heart...clearly...I am... out of help."

The girl's voice was very calm and faint, but in the young man's ears, it looked like a thunderstorm, which made his body tremble.

Not long ago, the girl used her own delicate body. Blocked a rune arrow with a curse for him.

Although he soon tried to deal with the girl's wound as an emergency, the curse on the arrow still swallowed the girl's life, making her wounds unable to heal at all.

Up to now, even the back of the boy has been wet with blood.

"Don't give up, Aisha! Can't you see the future! Your future is definitely still going on!" The young man, regardless of his own voice, may attract chasing soldiers, shouting, and giving him the opportunity to stay with him since childhood. The childhood sweethearts who grew up cheer.

"Sorry, Jon... It was so easy to get out of there... From now on... You may be left alone..."

The girl's voice gradually began to weaken.

"Damn, damn, damn! Sure enough, that uncle was right! Souls or something... can only bring misfortune to people!"

The young man’s words have been nasalized: "Wen Na also left us because of her soul equipment, and now even you..."

"Jon... can't say anything..." The girl's voice suddenly increased a little: "It is because of the soul equipment... we can escape from the slave owner..."

"Your sister... Wen Na is also... She believes that at the end of the day... Soul equipment is the power that can bring happiness..."

Desperately squeezing out the few remaining lives of her own, the girl wants to convey her feelings to the boy knowing: "I too... the few days that I fled with you... are the happiest days of my life... ……"

The young man named Jon was in astonishment, feeling that something cold had fallen into his collar.

I think it should be the tears of a girl.

"Don't resent the world... Don't resent the soul equipment... You have to join me and Wen Na... Live well..."

The unconscious legs finally tripped over the air roots of the trees exposed outside the ground. The boy and girl fell to the ground together.

"Can't do it. I can't imagine a world without you."

The young man got up from the ground with difficulty. Ignoring my gray face, I sat next to the girl, tears pattering down her eyes.

"Ahem..." The girl's face became paler because of the impact of falling to the ground. She coughed for a while. Desperately squeezed the last smile: "Jon... tell you a secret..."

"What?" The boy held the girl's palm that was gradually becoming cold. Sniffed.

"Actually... In order not to be found by those guys... Wen Na's soul equipment... was swallowed into my stomach..." She wanted to be as usual. She showed a mischievous smile to the boy, but her tear-stained face made her unable to do such a thing, so she stretched out her hand with all her strength. He took off the forehead from his head and put it in the boy's hands: "Wait until I die... Cut my stomach open... If you take that out from the inside... You have a total of three soul equipment... …Will definitely become a…hero that…everyone admires."

"Just kidding!" The boy shouted, "Don't be stupid! How could I do that kind of thing!"

"Becoming a hero... isn't it your dream?" The girl's eyelids began to droop uncontrollably: "Using the power of the soul to save more people... After becoming the world's number one hero... You can also say to others... you once had a... the best childhood sweetheart... the best... lover..."

"I don't want anything ever! Didn't you say you want to stay with me all the time!"

The young man couldn't bear it anymore, and he held the girl's body in tears: "Don't go, I beg you!"

"Sorry...I...I can't see... my future... anymore..."

At this moment, white, icy snowflakes began to slowly fall from the sky.

It seems that even God is crying for the girl.

——The edge of the evergreen forest of Kobol——

"It's cold to death." A soldier in the leather armor of the Ekrakit squadron held a spear in his arms, wiped off the snow accumulated on his shoulder armor, rubbed and put on leather gloves. He let out a white breath at them, probably because he wanted to warm his hands, but unfortunately it had no effect at all: "I said, it’s just to find a few slaves. Does it take such a big battle? Even us. The cold scale worm army, which is the strongest force in the Principality, has been pulled out. I really froze to death."

"I heard that the fugitives this time had incredible treasures. They were obviously only a few untouchables, but even the high-level monster that Master Basha spent a lot of money to train and used to take care of the slaves was killed. ."

The other soldier next to him who was spying on the bush shrugged and replied casually

"No way? Isn't Master Basha the famous rich man in the country? Didn't I remember that there was a rumor that he bought a monster with a crusade level of 20 or higher? Even the magic talent No slave..."

The complaining soldier was speechless in surprise.

"Who said it wasn't." Maybe because he felt a little tired at work, another soldier paused for a while with his spear, pulled off the iron shield and wiped his sweat: "Even the one in the tower of Qi Yao The elders were all disturbed, and of course Lord Duke could not sit still."

After speaking, he continued his work while waiting for his partner to speak up.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't hear a response, so he turned around to see if his companion was fishing and lazy again, but he was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

The soldier who just complained about was cut in half from the middle, blood and internal organs splashed all over the floor, and he died like that before he even screamed~IndoMTL.com~ and the one beside the body, then It was the fifteen-year-old boy on the wanted list.

At this moment, the opponent is holding a purple machete in his right hand, a forehead with an eye pattern is tied to his forehead, and a red thing is still holding in his left hand. The soldier noticed that the hand of the boy holding the thing was stained with blood, which was almost black solid after coagulation.

Some creeps swallowed the saliva, the soldier immediately followed what he had learned in military training, one rolled into the bushes, and then hid behind a thick tree hugged by two people, planning to use that as a cover at the same time Send a distress signal to the surroundings.

However, in the next moment, he found that he and the tree were cut in two by the opponent with a machete from his waist!

How could it be...obviously the other party is just an ordinary person...such a ridiculous thing...

"Your future ends here."

At the end of his life, what the soldier heard was the cold voice of the boy. (To be continued...)