"curse?"
He whispered softly: "How could it be a curse?"
On the skirt of the clothes, the ferocious face slowly changed, its lips opened and closed, as if singing softly, and a sinister and hoarse smile came from his ears.
“Oh, Solomon, born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday… married on Wednesday, sick on Thursday… fell ill on Friday, died on Saturday… buried in the earth on Sunday.”
"Oh, Solomon, this is your miserable life..."
Colt was dizzy, his vision was dark, and he almost fell off the carriage.
In a trance, he saw a rickety old woman standing in front of the cauldron, laboriously stirring the soup in the cauldron, pouring her heart and blood into it, smiling strangely, singing songs from the Psalm faction.
As a result, the curse came thousands of miles away.
Through the water, the green eyes seemed to be aware of Colt's gaze, becoming mocking and cruel.
"He saw me? He saw me!"
The old woman touched her shriveled breasts and laughed strangely: "My poor little one, you are worth nine hundred thousand pounds. Don't resist. Just let your mother-in-law take you away. Your ugly face is really annoying. Mother-in-law is itching, before you die, she will be so kind and give you a dream of sex, cluck, cluck, cluck!"
Colt gritted his teeth, pulled out the antidote, and stabbed it into his belly.
The alchemy matrix on the blade instantly connected the music theory in the body and the cursed tumor entangled in the deepest part of the body, and then released the counter-shock ** that killed both.
Colt screamed and vomited out dark blood. The vague sense of sensation dissipated instantly, and the last thing he heard was the loud sound of the copper cauldron exploding, and the old woman's roar and roar.
"Damn! I won't let you escape! Little bastard! I won't..."
Colt pulled out his dagger, roared and tied the wound tightly, gritted his teeth and drove, running wildly.
The attack just now severely injured both herself and that crazy woman. She will definitely not give up. When the time comes, she will definitely expedite the curse at any cost.
We must speed up and reach the Knights!
Must arrive!
As if aware of his arrival, soon, an iron whale airship rose in the distant sky, followed closely by the second, and the third...
In the high-pitched whale song, the overwhelming swarm of iron whales flew toward them slowly, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and in an instant they were above their heads.
"They are coming! Master! They are coming!"
Colt screamed in surprise, danced in ecstasy, jumped out of the carriage, waved to the sky crazily, roared, and cried with joy: "I'm here! I'm here! I'm still alive! Ye Qingxuan, did you see it? You can't kill me, Hahahaha... You are dead! You are dead!"
The high-hanging iron whale slowly approached.
Something seems wrong.
Colt panicked and looked at them blankly:
Why isn't it slowing down
The iron whale gallops and soars in the sky, the whistle roars, and the whale song fills the sky.
Just like this, calmly, quickly, and gracefully... slowly flew over Colt's head and flew into the distance, casting only a shadow of despair.
They didn't see themselves at all!
Colt's smile froze, his whole body became cold, and he was completely swallowed up by fear, almost suffocating.
He climbed onto the hay cart like crazy, shook the unconscious Philip with all his strength, and slapped his cheek: "Send the signal! Send the signal, master!"
He screamed, his voice as sharp as a wire:
"Tell them I'm here!"
Phillip coughed violently, seemed to finally wake up, and looked at Colt blankly, not knowing where he was. Colt pointed at the black shadow in the sky in panic:
"Knights Templar, send the signal!"
For a long time, Phillip raised a finger with difficulty and pressed it into the void. A ray of light slowly lit up on his fingertip, like a candle in the wind.
Colt almost cried with joy.
What a beautiful light of hope it is, which seems to bring together all the good things in the world...
Then, in the next moment, the light was brutally extinguished by an invisible force.
Disillusionment.
The fireplace, food and warmth in the light all disappeared like a fairy tale.
It was only then that Colt discovered that the noise that was difficult to hear with the naked ear had already quietly filled the entire jungle, quietly lifting up the ether, as if a layer of dense fog that could not be reached could block all messages from being sent out.
This is the specialized technique of the Secret Keeper School: Theater of Silence.
At that moment, Colt felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
It's over.
…
…
Iron whales soared through the sky.
On the flank, on a reconnaissance ship, the observer looked through the lookout and saw the scene below. He couldn't help but patted his colleague beside him: "Hey, look, there are people in such a barren mountainous place below."
In the lookout mirror was Colt dancing in ecstasy.
"He seems to be waving to us!"
The colleague looked over and saw the face twisted with excitement. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "You are a farmer who has never seen the world. Seeing the fleet is like seeing a miracle. It's normal."
The observer put the observation glass aside and sighed: "When I first saw the fleet, it looked like them."
"yes."
The colleague smoked a cigarette, his eyes nostalgically lost in the long past:
"Who isn't?"
…
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…
A few hours ago, early in the morning.
A messenger riding a gray horse rushed to the Knights Templar's station, found the person in charge, and sent a transfer order.
After Ben finished reading, he raised his head and asked, "We remember that your country gave us two days to stay."
The messenger looked ashamed: "Sorry, Your Excellency, I know this request is unkind. We have set up another camp for you to rest and recuperate, just two hundred kilometers away."
He paused and cursed in a low voice: "Those bastards at the Water Affairs Bureau are just trying to embezzle money! The water plant just built here last year has stopped working again. The groundwater cannot be pumped up, and the water supply to nearby towns has stopped. Even the water you need here cannot be guaranteed normally. We need to temporarily dig wells in this camp to ensure emergency supply... I am very sorry, this is the letter I was asked to give you."
He took out a letter and handed it to Ben.
Ben read it quickly and nodded:
"Please report back to Minister Quinn. We are guests to begin with. If something like this happens, your country's affairs will naturally come first. There is no need for the other camps. The Iron Whale is almost ready. The personnel can rest and return to the Holy City. Same. Let’s leave as early as possible and we should be able to reach the Holy City in the evening.”
The messenger was delighted: "Thank you for your generosity."
Following Ben's order, the quiet camp quickly became noisy. The Templars quickly packed their bags and tents and carried the supplies to the Iron Whale in an orderly manner.
After just two hours, the camp was completely organized.
The iron whales rose into the sky and sang songs of triumphant return to the Holy City.
go home.
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…
The moment Colt's light of hope was extinguished, a hoarse voice came from the regulator in the distance.
"The 'Silent Theater' has been completed, Ye Qingxuan, this is the last time the Secret Keeper School will help you."
Master Heisenberg said: "I hope you can fulfill our agreement next."
"I have already made arrangements, please don't worry, Master."
Behind the long table, Ye Qingxuan propped up his chin and studied the map in front of him. On the map, a series of tragic blood spots slowly extended northward, approaching the Holy City.
He stared at the rugged bloody road as if staring at some great work of art, and murmured softly:
"Absolutely, foolproof."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
Sensing a certain meaning in his words, Master Heisenberg couldn't help but feel curious.
With the ability of the secret keeper school, it was natural to see all his arrangements these days, but Heisenberg did not discover what kind of backhand he was hiding.
Although Master Philip has run out of energy, a master who achieved the chapter of destiny with the theme of "divine punishment" is definitely not easy to deal with even on his deathbed.
Therefore, he was curious about what Ye Qingxuan had arranged.
In response, Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously.
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…
At this moment, in the desolate jungle, a young and tender hand pulled up the weeds under his feet, without caring about the clods of soil and insects on it, and stuffed it into his mouth. The chewing was extremely sweet, and the green grass juice remained from the corner of his mouth.
The fourteen-year-old boy looked like a wild child, despite his long golden hair and majestic face.
"Uncle, uncle."
He tugged on the man in front of him by his clothes and said pitifully, "I'm hungry."
"Then just eat something. Here, eat this."
The man in front pointed at a big tree. The young man opened his mouth, and the invisible dragon's power turned into a huge mouth, uprooting the tree and swallowing it into an unknown place.
Only the chewing sound of cracking wooden blocks could be heard.
But the grunting sound of hunger still kept coming from the boy's stomach.
The man walking in front sighed, knelt down, looked at the aggrieved nephew in front of him, stretched out his hand to rub his hair: "Good nephew, please bear with me for a while, this is a rare opportunity for my good uncle to come to see you." I helped, not to mention he also gave me money!" As he said that, he gestured with his fingers: "This much money is enough for me to support you for a long time, uncle! I'll buy you fried steak when you get back, okay? ?”
The young man nodded aggrievedly: "I want five heads."
"Five heads, five heads! That's it."
"Uncle" clapped his hands happily, stood up, looked at the dying hay cart in the distance, and showed a strange smile:
"Although I had a premonition that he would definitely contact me, I didn't expect that the first time he came to me, he wanted to make a big deal..."