The day after they gave up their pursuit, my hearing finally recovered. You must give it to Mary, because she created such a powerful mixture, even though I myself was a victim of it. This is the first time I have been a victim of her unique treatment brand, which is impressive to say the least, although not without consequences. As part of the treatment, I suffered a new kind of deafness. I can hear everything around me. The breeze blows like a typhoon. The muscles of their legs made strange stretching sounds when they walked. Their voices were too loud, and I got a headache all of a sudden! It took a whole day for my ears to return to normal, but if I concentrate, I can still hear sounds that I shouldn't hear.
Another more annoying thing about my hearing recovery is that I happened to hear Archibald’s complaint about how he was forced to do it, but compared to where he found out we were going, This is the minimum. He hasn't shut up since then.
"I must say that breaking into that place will definitely strengthen my reputation forever." Archibald stared into the distance, which surprised me a bit because he kept complaining.
"As a thief, isn't it for this purpose to hide your identity?" I thought loudly.
"Yes, but that's because I usually just steal things from the royal family and those organizations that have tight security, and I don't even save most of the things. My main source of income is those programs that you rudely interrupted. , If everyone knew that I stole something, I wouldn’t be able to do it."
"So, how do you deal with those stolen goods?"
"I usually just throw them away. I cannot give the money to the poor because they will be arrested and I cannot sell them because people will start to understand who I am."
"What's the point then?"
""Um? What's the point of doing anything? It's just fun! Just like this time, a prince is about to become the next king, but just before the awards ceremony, I stole the crown. Without this ceremony, they could not hold the ceremony, so it was postponed for a few weeks! I think they were eventually found in the ditch where I fell, but I have already reached that stage. "
I don't know what this story is about, maybe because it is aimed at authority figures and the like, but I can't help but find it a bit humorous.
""Oh? If you like it, I have many more. "
"Archie," Mary sighed, sighed with a reprimanding look, and gave up her accent in a serious tone. "Should you really use your talent to create such trouble?"
"Yeah, it's like you are a talking person." Archibald murmured.
"what does that mean?"
"You know what I mean! You go to these towns or places and create a crazy catastrophe, you never give it a second thought, because you know they can't kill you!"
""is this real? Are you really immortal?" I asked slowly, not sure if I should believe them.
"I have told you that the immortal is just a myth. It's like we..."
"Hey." Archibald intervened. "Are you sure we can trust this guy? He is just a beast."
"It doesn't matter, Archie, he seems to be the kind of trustworthy person. In the end, he still kept me from being beheaded."
"Nevertheless, what will everyone in the country say?"
"Why are you suddenly worried?"
"Because they are scared to death!" Archibald shivered. "I don't think it's impossible for you! If the crows catch us, do you know what they will do?"
"Oh, they are not that bad. You overreacted as usual. But if you are so afraid of them, why did you leave in the first place?"
"Because you made me!" he cried angrily.
"I think this is unbelievable." I snorted.
"Really? She hasn't changed much since then! She always shows her own weird thoughts and doesn't care about the world! It's all because she thinks she is safe because of that damn doll!"
"What do you mean?"
"Her doll, she transferred all her pain and pain there. In this way, if she suffers any harm, she only needs to fix it, she is right, um, you!"
I have heard that stupid joke before. Does everyone from the South like this poor humor
"So you can tell him my secret, not yours?" Mary started. "Well, I don't really care, but Archie can distort space."
"Hey! Why are you telling him this?!" Azibald shouted angrily. "We should keep it secret! If he goes to tell others, it will only be a matter of time before our tribe finds that the crow comes to us!"
"Why are you so afraid of them?" I asked. I have only seen this expression on death row prisoners.
"I already said they were scary! You don't know them like we do! I still remember the curse!" He muttered to himself when he was shaking, looking into the distance in fear.
""Really? How long have you been away?"
""What's wrong? Like ten years?" Mary thought aloud, touching her lips with a finger, looking at the sky. "Yeah, we left when we were fourteen, right?"
"I think it was about that time. I can't remember. Since then, I have kept a low profile." Archibald mentioned. "You never know where they will suddenly appear to regain us."
"How can you claim to keep a low profile when you name your travel show after yourself?" I asked for his opinion on this.
"It's all about misleading my friends." I couldn't help shaking with disgust at the label. "They don't think anyone is stupid enough to do such a thing with their real name, which is good for me. They don't look for those things."
He nodded with a confident smile and told me that he had absolute confidence in this strange reasoning.
"Archie, this is a bit silly, don't you think? You just want the crow to chase you by calling your name in this way. You have to keep a low profile like me."
In what way! Are you different from him! You are as bad as him! The only difference is that Archibald's name is highly valued for the happiness he brings, while Mary's name is absolutely despised for the hell she created! She is worse than any group of robbers I have ever seen!
I just want to yell at both of them, but that won't do us any good. As long as Archibald ignored every word I said, Mary would listen with her half-closed eyes, and finally missed the point.
"Oh, rain, I almost forgot. Your eyes are ready to be transplanted back." Mary calmly told me in her professional and carefree way, removing the temporary bandages and showing me a beautiful pair Angry eyes. This expression really doesn't suit her.
They are over, right? I want to know how long they have been like this! I found myself looking forward to the day I abandon these two people more and more.
"Can you do it now?" I asked, trying very hard to maintain a civilized tone.
"Of course, as long as I kneel down a little bit, I can stretch out my hand."
I did what they said and Mary went to work. This process did not take too long, and there was no even a trace of pain. But I do have a complaint.
"My eyes! What did you do to them?" I roared, staggering backwards in disorientation.
My sight was obscured by countless of these dark, strange, faint lines. What happened? They gushed from everything, waving like a thin mist. Every piece of grass, every nearby flower, has them. I looked at Mackey, and she gave me a vicious look, and saw that the lines of his body and head were dragging again. Archibald did, too, but strangely, Mary was completely exposed.
"What do you mean?" Mary asked uncertainly. "Do they have any problems?"
"Fuck, that's it! I can see all these strange lines covering everything!" I cried and staggered back a few steps, trying to make my vision clear.
"Great. You worry me a little." Mary was relieved. "Yes, they are called the Eye of the Reaper. What you see is death. More specifically, it shows the concept of death in everything and makes it obvious. Now that you can see them, you can Communicate with them."
"What the hell is this?! Why are they queuing! Why would I see them?!"
"If you cut one of the lines, you will kill that object. It's simple, but very powerful. This is just a small gift I gave you, because I saved me all those times."
this? Is this a gift? Show her kindness and gratitude
"Let them go away! I don't want to see them!"
"Well, it's too late now. Once you see them, destroying your eyes or removing them will have no effect. But it's weird, I thought you would like it. This will make killing more efficient."
This is a struggle to calm down, even if it's just a little bit. If what she said is true, I have been with them all my life now, and I can't even use them to murder her! This woman, she is now a competitor for the biggest source of grief in my life.
I tried to close my eyes, but the lines remained there. Even when I move my head, new lines will appear. As the wind gently brushes the countless grass blades on the ground, new lines will appear and move slightly.
"How can this make killing more efficient?" I asked angrily. "I can't even concentrate! All I can see is the dim fog! Except you, grass, flowers, everything!"
"It's really interesting. It seems that all things that have a source of life, no matter how small, will show up. Very interesting." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)