The mist twisted slightly, and the formed face also became distorted.
Originally lifelike, at this moment, only the weirdness remained.
What's even more weird is that, facing the inquiry from the upper evil spirit, the misty face said everything in a daze.
"I'm not going to tell you, we're not a 'remnant' at all."
"I'm not going to tell you, that's what we planned to do."
"I won't tell you that we have already achieved unexpected advantages."
Sentence after sentence.
The expression of the upper evil spirit became more and more serious following the other party's words.
Regarding the dungeon world in front of him, the high-level evil spirit who has been following Qin Ran knows what's going on.
It and its boss are interlopers.
The 'broker' is also considered an intruder.
However, the opponent has a forehand and arrangement.
Although only 'Bohr' is locked now, it believes that since the entry point of 'Broker' is 'Bohr', there must be something different about 'Bohr'.
Moreover, the higher-level evil spirit is sure that his boss followed the other party because of this.
Otherwise, based on its understanding of its own boss, it is already a plan to maximize its benefits at this time, rather than this kind of trick.
It's nothing more than thinking about what the 'broker' wants.
And now...
"Is that what the guy wanted?"
"A riot?"
While guessing, the superior evil spirit told Qin Ran everything he saw and heard.
Then, the higher evil spirit who received the new order directly put the bone bracelet into the hidden pocket of the sleeve.
Hard steel is impossible to hard steel, and can only barely complete the boss's mission by relying on illusion.
Thinking about the new mission of the boss, the upper evil spirit muttered silently in his heart.
Then, the night wind blows.
The figure disappeared.
…
call.
As the night wind blew, many people subconsciously shrunk their necks.
The night wind in Hokuriku is not as pleasant as that in the south.
It's cold, and it's bone-chilling.
Even wearing a padded coat, standing still and blowing for half an hour, the whole body will be numb from the cold, especially the exposed nose and ears will be frostbitten.
Therefore, when everyone passed by Sivalka, they all looked at the man in casual clothes without a coat, hat or scarf in surprise.
The other party just stood in the night, looking up at the moon.
The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.
It seems to be smiling.
It seems disdainful again.
It's hard to tell what he's doing.
Some people thought they saw idiots and fools, and couldn't help curling their lips.
Some people fled in a hurry, thinking they saw a madman.
Others were skeptical.
These people are the kind with extraordinary knowledge, and they are confirming whether Sivalka has extraordinary power.
Sivalka didn't care about this at all.
He didn't have much time to 'rest', so there was no time to waste with these people.
Especially when he had a conflict with some people during the first "break", which ended the "break" early and canceled a subsequent message, Sivalka has long learned to be indifferent.
What else
Could it be possible to die
No way.
Sivalka knew how afraid of death he was.
When he was a mercenary, he had the nickname of 'Sivalka the fearful of death'.
However, he doesn't care.
The most important thing is to be alive, isn't it
To live is to have hope.
died…
That's really all over.
He admired those guys who claimed to be brave and charged forward every time, so every time he visited the grave, he always brought an extra bouquet of wild flowers picked from the roadside.
liquor
I'm sorry, it's good that the timid Sivalka can have a full stomach.
No extra money, go buy wine.
After becoming a deacon with a knife, Sivalka can eat enough every time, and there is a glass of wine every day, which is something he once dreamed of but could not get.
Sweet and sour, very good.
He would have liked it even more if the color hadn't been red.
Thinking of the red liquid, Sivalka's throat started to itch, and his stomach twitched.
vomit!
Leaning on the side wall.
Sivalka retched.
This is a hangover from using 'residue'.
Between the index finger and thumb of an adult, the eyes of an adult woman, and a liter of blood (preferably a virgin), what the dark hall gave him was the latter.
After all, the latter is renewable.
But one liter!
Even if it is water, you have to drink it for a long time.
Not to mention blood!
If it wasn't for worrying about being punished every time he couldn't complete the task, Sivalka would never touch those things.
This made him feel no different from those rumored vampires.
No!
Those blood-sucking demons are much more courageous than me.
what am i
I'm just a cowardly Sivalka.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
A childish female voice sounded.
Sivalka raised his head and saw a little girl in very simple clothes, covered with patches, standing there, looking at him worriedly.
Sivalka looked around.
Only then did I realize that I didn't know when, I actually wandered into the shantytown on the lower seventh ring road of Altantinoburg.
This is the slums of Atendinople.
Some bankrupt businessmen.
Disabled people who are out of the workforce.
There will eventually be a home here.
Of course, some women and children are also included.
Obviously, the other party is one of them.
"fine."
Sivalka shook his head.
He didn't want anything to do with the poor.
Because, it is too troublesome.
He himself can't take care of himself, and it will be even more troublesome if he gets involved.
"Uncle, wait a moment."
The little girl turned around and ran back into the room as she spoke, and then walked out with a cup of hot water the next moment.
"Mom said it would be better to drink something hot at this time."
"Uncle, you have to remember that there will be hope in life."
Looking at the hot water cup handed to him, and listening to the little girl's words pretending to be an adult, Sivalka smiled and shook his head.
No doubt the little girl took him for a wandering bankrupt.
No more explanation.
After receiving the cup of hot water, Sivalka drank it down.
"Thanks."
He smiled and thanked, and subconsciously reached out to touch the wallet in his pocket.
How could Sivalka, who is a deacon with a knife, be short of money.
You know, the dark hall also pays a salary. Although it is not comparable to a rich man, it is more than enough than ordinary people.
However, when reaching for the wallet, Sivalka was taken aback.
He didn't bring a wallet.
Because he was so eager for the 'rest' time that he couldn't wait to leave the dark hall.
Damn it!
Originally hoped to use money to understand this trouble.
Now it seems…
While Sivalka was touching his pocket and frowning, the little girl hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and ran back to the room, and then took out a scarf.
Not wool.
It was made out of old clothes.
Very compact.
Belonging to the little girl herself.
"Give it to you, uncle."
"It will be warmer."
"There is another bed there, which belongs to the lame uncle. He has a bad temper, but if you speak well, he will let you pay on credit first, and sleep there. Moreover, the lame uncle will introduce you to a job. , as long as you have a job, you can rent an old coat from the lame uncle, and if you want to eat, you can go to the one-eyed aunt, and she can also pay on credit, but you must return the money you make , she has four children to support…”
Listening to the survival guide in the shanty town, Sivalka stared blankly at the little girl.
He could see that the little girl knew he was out of money.
And the dilapidated scarf handed to her eyes is enough to show that the little girl's family is not rich, or poor.
"You are already like this, why are you still?"
Sivalka couldn't help but asked.
"Because, we also survived with the help of others."
"So, Mom said we also want to help more people like us."
The little girl said innocently, looking at Sivalka with innocent eyes, with a slight smile.
There is no utility.
There is no conspiracy.
Just help.
Simply help.
"OK, thanks."
Taking a deep breath, Sivalka thanked him again, but he didn't take the scarf.
He does not need it.
But little girls need it.
Seeing the bruise on the little girl's hand, Sivalka pointed to where the little girl was before.
"I know where I'm going."
"Go back quickly."
"besides… "
"Don't talk to strangers casually in the future, it's very dangerous."
Sivalka pointed to the door behind him. He heard hurried footsteps. Apparently, the elders of the little girl noticed that the little girl was missing. With a smile, Sivalka walked towards the position pointed by the little girl before the other party appeared. go.
Of course he didn't need to look for a job.
But he couldn't bear to let the little girl down.
for…
That help.
Sivalka walked forward, and the low voice of the little girl's mother came from behind her.
"Ai Li, I told you not to go out casually."
"Go back quickly."
The little girl was dragged back to the dilapidated house by her mother. Sivalka couldn't help but look back. The little girl waved to him as a farewell.
Sivalka waved back.
The dilapidated door was closed.
After confirming that the little girl would not see him, Sivalka made a detour towards the third ring road.
Light on his feet, he has made up his mind.
Bring enough Kimptons for your next break.
What goes around comes around.
Allie deserves his reward.
Maybe not too much.
But at least, get Ellie out of this environment.
He knew what would happen here.
If there is no previous help, forget it, with the previous help, he does not want an innocent little girl to suffer from that.
Another big unnecessary expense!
So, you need to bring a wallet when you go out in the future!
Things that can be solved with two or three coppers now cost at least 50, no, and her mother and sister, if they want to settle down near the middle and third rings on the next ring road, they need at least 100 Kimptons.
My pension has shrunk again.
Sivalka, who was thinking silently in his heart, looked frustrated.
But in his heart, he was a little warm.
People are always warmed inadvertently.
Then, choose to warm others.
Maybe sometimes, everyone has already forgotten the beginning.
Become indifferent and selfish.
But when the moment of warmth appears, who will not take off the disguise
Maybe there is.
But not Sivalka.
He knew that he was a coward, not an indifferent one.
Humming a little tune from his hometown, Sivalka prepared to play for a while longer.
However, annoying people always appear when he is in a good mood.
The 'Overseer' stepped out of the shadows on the side of the street.
"What's wrong?"
"Is the break time over yet?"
Sivalka raised his eyebrows and asked in a bad tone.
For these cold 'regulators', he does not have any good feelings.
Not only because of the regulatory relationship, but also because of the indifference of these guys. If there is anyone who will not be warmed up, these guys are definitely one of them.
"There was an accident in the mission."
"The priest of Diwano died."
"You need to confirm the latest situation."
The 'supervisor' said coldly, without any fluctuation in tone, and his voice was so cold that people shivered.
"Mission accident?"
Sivalka was taken aback.
It's not that he has failed in missions.
Accidents happen all the time.
However, it was the first time that the leader of the mission died.
Moreover, it was Divano, that troublesome guy.
The other party is a direct descendant of the dark hall, and is very favored by several big shots.
Now the other party is dead.
He is in trouble.
"good."
Thinking of this, the timid Sivalka nodded again and again.
He didn't want to waste any more time at this time.
Because, this is likely to become his 'criminal evidence'!
Following behind the 'supervisor', Sivalka thought about what he would face next, and how to deal with it.
Through the streets and alleys.
Bishop's, Sivalka noticed something was wrong.
This is not the way to return to the dark hall.
Immediately, Sivalka stopped in his tracks.
But immediately, it will return to normal.
The muzzle of a matchlock gun was attached to his lower back.
Although because of the 'remnants', his body has already surpassed that of ordinary people, but it is not invulnerable. Weapons such as matchlock guns are enough to injure him.
But if you are injured, you will bleed, and if you bleed too much, you will die.
So, Sivalka knew what to do.
The hostage followed behind the 'supervisor', and soon, Sivalka came to a place.
It is a residential building close to the Upper Seventh Ring Road.
Most businessmen like to live here.
Of course, there are also hotels.
The well-known 'radish' hotel is nearby.
The kidnapper stopped in his footsteps.
The 'Overseer' also stopped.
The hostage-taker didn't show up, but the 'supervisor' said: "Sivalka, you should be 'awakened' too, right?"
"'Awakening'?"
"What's the meaning?"
Sivalka asked in confusion.
"Of course it's the awakening of 'self'!"
"Do you still want to be treated as some kind of 'residue'?"
"Or… "
"You think I'm lying to you?"
As the 'supervisor' said, the cloak shook, and tentacles protruded from under the cloak, and the other party's face was also revealed as the hood was taken off. There was no nose, and instead of the nose was a mouth, a connected mouth. Looking at the original mouth, the fangs and sharp teeth are showing their sharpness, and a tongue keeps licking back and forth.
"Liberate your power!"
"join us!"
"Then, counterattack!"
"Belongs to our time to..."
puff!
A dagger flashed out of the shadows, passed the 'supervisor', passed the hostage behind him, and then fell into the hands of an old man.
The opponent's black and gray windbreaker fluttered in the night wind.
The voice of the other party drilled into Silvaka's ears with the wind.
"Are you also 'evil and strange'?"
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