"How do you know where he will be?" I asked, staring at a huge tent on the outskirts of the city.
We spent three days here and came to this lakeside town called Crystal Lake. During that time, I learned a lot about Mary. The first and most important thing is that she cannot be trusted by any task. You must be very, very specific when asking her to provide services. What I'm talking about is to tell her every detail, no matter how trivial, so this request will not end in disaster.
The second thing I learned was that the lack of someone special to her was the reason she was expelled from dozens of towns, even though she seemed incapable of making this connection. Mary believes that she always gives her customers what they want, even though she admits to giving her a slight "personal" contact with the charm, modulation, and procedure.
In the end, Mary is obviously a totally attracted to anything, even a bit romantic. If she hears a real tear gas, she will provide her service for free, but as to what is classified, being a cryer is quite extensive. When I told her Violet and why I wanted her, she cried all day.
"Well, as I said, he is an old friend of mine. In fact, we grew up in the same town together. We will reminisce about the past and see what the other person is doing, you know?"
"However, you can't know exactly where he will be at any particular moment, right?"
"I like to monitor him because he is our preferred customer. His performance is actually very entertaining."
"Then this guy, Archibald, what does he do?" After observing many strange people wearing stranger clothes, I wondered.
"He is just a performer. Smoke and mirrors. Basically he is an escape artist, but he also does other things."
An artist who flees? I don't know if this explains why he was able to avoid being killed by my knife, and how he escaped from me without leaving a trace. However, he could not avoid a broken nose.
"I think he has a show today"
"Yeah, he will start soon. But we can see him before then, or rather, you will."
""what? Why? Won't you come?"
"I have work to do" Mary sighed. "The ingredients I need to make the elixir of life are not cheap. So I need to make some money before I start, but I should be able to make enough money tonight. This way you have enough time to convince Archie to join us."
"Why should I convince him? We didn't completely put the best terms aside."
"What happened between the two of you? Is he trying to steal from you?"
"Actually, he did this, so I interrupted his nose, but that was the worst thing I could do."
"You keep him alive? In my opinion, you are the kind of person who kills for less. Oh, ah, no offense."
"It's okay." I sighed. People tend to judge me based on my appearance, for a reason. "I did try to kill him, but for some reason, I can't seem to keep him going."
"Yes, he is like that." She said with a nostalgic look. "Anyway, I'd better go. You don't happen to have a piece of paper you can borrow from me, do you?"
"Actually, I don't know. But if you want, I can give you some..."
"The mistress has paper." The growing up rabbit told us quickly. "In her bag."
The reason for the size is just a small detail. After Mary put Lily in a stagnant state, using a strange technique called acupuncture, we quickly realized that we didn't have enough resources to take her around. So we deformed Maki and put her into his body. Like I said, minors.
"Can I borrow some?" Mary asked politely.
"Of course, of course." Mackey replied with a very strange and greedy smile. "I'll take it for you"
"Oh my god, isn't that great?" she said, with a smile on her face.
"Well, it's not." I muttered to myself. "He will be punished for this, won't he?"
"Hey, hey, hey" the disgusting creature smiled disgustingly. "Yes Yes."
When he spit out Lily's bag, Mackey made a strange, gurgling noise.
"There." Mackey took a deep breath. "Only the hostess and I can open it."
Mackey quickly opened the bag and tore a few pages from one of the books. He closed the door again and swallowed it in one breath, still with that disgusting smile on his face.
Mary picked up the pages of the book and distributed them in front of her. When she opened the thick book she had been carrying, she pulled out a piece of hair and drew it lightly to make it look as strong and sharp as a needle. Mary flipped through the pages of the book. Every page had strange symbols and letters. Mary poke her finger and began to copy what she had written in her blood.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, suddenly becoming quite curious.
"Just do some curses to sell." She replied innocently.
"Wait a minute, I thought you cured the curse."
"Yes, but half of the places I've been to have no curse. If there is nothing to protect, people will not buy any wards or amulets!"
"So what, you curse some people or a small town, and then they will buy protection from you? Isn't this a bit vulgar?"
""no no. I sell curses to people who use them to curse others. There are always people willing to buy what I sell, and this is more reliable than discounting the sick and injured. "Mary said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and she continued to write.
"Oh, but if you need me—" I tried again, but was cut off almost immediately.
"You'd better leave quickly. Archie's show is about to begin. You'd better talk to him before starting. After that, he may be a little unreasonable. Oh, don't worry, I will put All the materials are ready."
If she needs money badly, I'm happy to give her some. If you are good at it, the job of a mercenary is very profitable. Thanks to my skills, I can accumulate a small fortune. I don't need to spend a lot of money, most of my money is actually buried under my various safe houses, so I am willing to help Mary, but if they continue to interrupt me like this, I would rather shut up.
I sighed, turned around, and left the two of them behind. I still feel that it is not a good idea to talk to him alone. I really don't like him at all, even now I can feel my fists clenched tightly. If things don't go well, I can ask him to accompany us. This is a more honest choice for me.
I came in from a huge tent and looked inside in surprise. There is a circle of benches around the stage of Zhōng Yāng, and there may be more than twenty rows of positions. Each of these rings can hold more than a hundred people, which is quite impressive, if not completely conceited, but not as impressive as the stage itself. The stage is a wooden platform made by Jīngxin, which rises slightly into the air. It contains several boxes, various devices and installations, and even a gallows. There is also an upright spinning wheel behind the tent with a red spiral painted on it.
I looked around until one of the workers noticed me. I never liked to play tricks, so when I told him I was Archibald's friend, what would he do. As everyone would have expected, he was quite skeptical at first. Undoubtedly, many people tried to sneak into the backstage like this, but when I showed him my ragged cloak, his attitude completely changed, and I was quickly told where I could find the thief.
I quickly left the tent and found a smaller tent that matched the description I got. I walked into the wing and immediately noticed a neatly dressed man sitting in front of a large mirror, carefully touching the bridge of his deeply bruised nose.
"Oh, great, here you are. Did you bring makeup, like me-wow!" Archibald yelled suddenly. He noticed me and jumped up from the chair, posing defensively. posture. "Come back for revenge? I won't retreat without a fight!"
Archibald opened his mouth and put his fingers into his throat. He seemed to struggle for a while, but once the handle appeared, he seemed to relax and pulled out the remaining thin blade without any resistance. He stood there, the sword pointed straight at me, completely calm, not even breathing difficulties, as if it had been in his hands.
"A clever trick." I smiled wickedly. "But how long do you think it can resist?" I asked, painting my big weapon casually.
"I think we'll know, won't we? Go on! I want you to act first.
I don't know if he is brave or extremely stupid. Anyway, I want to divide this man in two. With a heavy heart and great concentration, I put aside my thirst for blood and put my blade there. This action seemed to surprise the thief, but he refused to put down his sword.
"Unfortunately, I am not here to fight with you" I complained. "I came because, because... "Oh, the great Knicks! I can't believe I have to say that! "Because you need to repay us for what you stole."
I can not do it. I can't ask for his help. The closest thing I can do is to ask.
"That necklace? Let me tell you something about that necklace!" He suddenly turned the sword into his ZìYóu hand and raised his palm. There is a circular pattern on the skin, which looks very similar to the necklace he stole. "About a day after I left that forest, the damn thing became so hot that I couldn't carry it anymore! It was still burning! It even burned a hole in my hat!" he side Shouting, he gestured to his hat with a big beautiful hole. "I have to throw it away! So, if you want to get it back, you just need to find it!" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)