'Pol?
It's related to that bastard! '
Kieran squinted his eyes, a sharp glint flashing over his eyes.
Kieran had always been doubtful of this lone wolf who claimed to be trapped by the Witch.
As a matter of fact, Kieran treated any stranger that approached him the same way.
Kieran was even more vigilant now that he had an enemy like Broker on his side.
"Is this what you've been planning all this while?"
Kieran sized up the palace again and eventually locked his eyes on the oval door that was glowing in blue and white.
"Please help me!"
Pol's voice sounded again.
Kieran could feel the urgency and weakness.
Sudden incidents and injuries?
Kieran wondered.
But it wasn't the reason for him to enter the door.
Before confirming whether there was danger or not, Kieran wouldn't act on his own.
How should he confirm the danger?
Pak!
Kieran snapped his fingers.
Bloody Mary appeared right after the call.
"Your most loyal and humble servant, at your call, always at your service."
Bloody Mary bowed the moment it appeared.
As Kieran's power was unsealed, Bloody Mary's power was unsealed as well.
It made Bloody Mary even more certain that it couldn't leave Kieran.
It didn't just clearly feel the power of the contract seeping into its core, the power was slowly changing it.
It couldn't tell if it was good or bad.
But it had a feeling it was good.
Given that its boss was willing to do so.
One needed to know, the contract between both of them was based on its boss, whatever its boss said, it would do.
Bloody Mary?
It had no room to resist.
It dared not resist.
No one knew better than it what kind of person its boss was.
It would never want to become its boss' enemy.
So, when it straightened its body, Bloody Mary walked straight to the oval door that was glowing blue and white.
Of course, before this, he had reported everything about Starbeck to Kieran through the power of the contract.
After knowing Starbeck was fine, Kieran let go of his last worry and followed Bloody Mary into the world behind the door.
…
The carriage came to a hillside. The dense pine forest and the magic light covered the carriage's tracks. Pol was gasping for air, not only because he was tired, but also because he was seriously injured.
The wound was on his lower abdomen. It was because he was stabbed by a sword when he was fighting with the enemy. If it wasn't for the special item he had on him, he would have been stabbed and lost his life.
However, even so, he did not feel good.
Of course, the person who stabbed him had it even worse. The person who stabbed him had his head cut off by his sword. The death of their leader had thrown the ambushers into chaos. Because of this, he had a chance to catch his breath. Using some other tools, he temporarily escaped to this hillside and hid in the dense pine forest.
"Mr. Pol."
His voice was muffled but it was still loud.
A two-meter-tall man walked over.
He wasn't just tall, he was also very buff. He wore a linen sleeves, rough pants and cowhide boots. In his hand was a long-handled halberd, the edge of the halberd was covered in blood and there was a piece of intestine hanging on the tip.
The burly man took two steps forward and discovered the intestines. He shook his halberd without a care and threw it away. Then, he walked in front of Borl and examined Borl's injuries. When he found that there were no internal injuries, the burly man breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the water bag he carried with him.
"Drink some, it's good for your wounds!"
The water bag was opened and the smell of cheap alcohol gushed out, causing Pol to cough uncontrollably.
Pol couldn't help but cry out in pain after he coughed. However, when he saw the buff man wanted to bandage his wounds, Pol quickly said, "It's fine.
Ash Kano, it's fine.
I'll heal myself. "
Pol wouldn't allow himself to be bandaged by the buff man since he had seen the buff man's bandaging skills before, as long as he didn't want to die.
The buff man scratched his head and squatted beside Pol. When Pol took out the gauze and alcohol, his eyes couldn't leave the alcohol.
"It tastes good."
The buff man commented.
"But you can't drink it."
Pol emphasized.
"Why?
It reminds me of the Water of Life! "
The buff man asked.
It gave Pol an unusual headache. He finally understood why Father Donovan was so happy when he offered to hire the buff man for 2 Gold Purton.
It wasn't because of the Gold Purton but because he was free from trouble.
"It reminds you of the Water of Life but it's not the Water of Life!
Besides, we should pay more attention to the situation at hand. "
Pol tried to make Ash Kano understand the situation at hand.
But right away, Pol fell into despair.
"It's just a hundred something rotten potatoes, we can chop them down right away!
Come, stand up, let's fight together! "
Ash Kano said with high morale.
"Ash Kano, I'm different from you, this kind of injury is enough to immobilize me, I can't fight for now."
Pol pointed at his wound and explained.
"You can't fight anymore?"
Ash Kano was stunned. The buff man scratched his head again and waved his hand.
"I'm fine!
Then you wait here, I'll chop those 100 something rotten potatoes! "
Ash Kano then stood up and picked up his halberd.
"Wait, wait!
Come back! "
Pol shouted at the bodyguard who stood up and dashed down the hill. The bodyguard heard him but he waved his hand and replied with a louder voice, "I'll be back soon!"
Following the reply, the bodyguard's figure vanished into the pinewood forest.
Pol helplessly put down his raised hand.
He wasn't worried about the bodyguard's safety, neither did he worry that the bodyguard would lie.
He knew the bodyguard's strength and character.
Since he said it, he would definitely do it.
But …
Their enemies weren't just the bandits at the foot of the hill.
Those bandits were just a chess piece to test the waters, the real killer move was far away.
Then, Pol bitterly smiled.
He couldn't even deal with the other party's chess piece, thinking about the killer move was useless. Next, he might not be able to escape death.
Thinking about death, Pol's body shivered.
He was afraid of death.
Facing death, he struggled multiple times.
But in the end, he still couldn't escape death!
Thinking about his hard work in the big city, Pol bitterly smiled again.
He didn't hate those people for leaving him to die, neither did he hate the unfairness.
Where was the fairness in this world?
Most of the time, the so-called fairness was just deceiving oneself and others.
In fact, if Kieran was in Kieran's shoes, facing an unknown 'helper', most of the time, he would only be vigilant and hostile.
"Those bastards, I guess they will see me soon.
Same as you guys, I didn't escape either.
I might even be in a worse state than you guys. "
Recalling the first time he entered the big city and the friends that passed away, Pol shook his head. He took out a potion and drank it. He hadn't given up yet.
Pol knew what kind of character the enemy he was facing was. He was the one who ruined the enemy's plans time and time again. Now that he was in the enemy's hands, it was impossible for him to simply die.
Being tortured was a must.
After that?
He might suffer a fate worse than death for a while.
The best option for him now was to end his own life.
But he was still afraid of death.
Before the true fate worse than death arrived, he was still afraid of death.
"I really am a coward!"
Pol sighed softly. He held his sword and tried his best to stand up.
The wound on his abdomen was hurting badly. Even with the help of the potion, the simple action caused the bandage to turn red rapidly and consumed a lot of his stamina.
Leaning his back on the wagon, Pol panted heavily again.
He should have a good rest after the injury, but he had to do it.
The enemies were coming!
It wasn't the visible ones.
The invisible ones!
With the help of the special item that he bought from Lawless, Pol clearly saw the invisible beings slowly surround him. The temperature around him started to drop.
Pol knew how to deal with the invisible beings: fire was the only way to deal with them.
Unfortunately, he dared not use his fire when he was hiding in the dark.
It would expose his whereabouts.
An invisible enemy was very troublesome, but a group of visible enemies was also very troublesome. If the two of them combined into one, then it would be the most troublesome thing.
Fortunately, Pol had made preparations beforehand.
Before he left Mozaar, he didn't just spend 2 Gold Purton to hire Ash Kano as his bodyguard in the War Shrine, he also spent 20 Gold Purton to decorate his wagon.
Now, it was time to use them.
Pol covered his abdomen with his hand. Blood seeped through the bandage and stained his hand. He pressed the door with his bloody hand.
The formless magic circle that was branded on the carriage door was activated right away.
Roar!
A thunderous roar echoed in Borl's heart, as well as in the hearts of those formless creatures.
Unlike Borl who was bestowed with courage, the formless beings were met with a calamity of destruction.
Pak Pak Pak!
Amidst the sounds of glass shattering, the invisible beings were destroyed one after another.
However, Pol didn't have the time to care about that.
He turned around and walked towards the horses.
The horses that came from outside Mozaar were the best warhorses. They had strong explosive power and long endurance. Although they needed to be taken care of, they were great helpers on the battlefield.
Whether it was passing by or retreating, it was the same.
And Pol spent a lot of money to buy these two warhorses just for this moment.
He untied the reins.
But before Pol could get on the horses.
The two strong warhorses suddenly neighed.
Neigh!
In the sharp neigh, the two warhorses that were supposed to be docile kicked around and shook their manes anxiously. In the end, they even curled up on the ground and didn't move. If it wasn't for the fact that they were still panting, it would look like they were dead.
Pol's body swayed. He held onto the carriage to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
A touch of darkness appeared in his eyes.
The coldness appeared and spread rapidly.
The blessing of the War Shrine allowed Pol to resist the coldness, but the situation wasn't optimistic. The coldness continued to flow into Pol's body, and the blessing of the War Shrine gradually faded.
For a normal believer, if it wasn't for a lot of Gold Purton, the priest wouldn't have blessed him.
However, even if he did, the effect would be limited. Even a true believer would have a hard time receiving the blessing of the God of War. It wasn't just the God of War. After the Black Cataclysm, the Gods paid less and less attention to the mortal world.
Most of the time, some wicked existences appeared.
Especially Lady Calamity, who was speculated to be the one who brought the Black Cataclysm, she was worshipped even more.
However, throughout the entire Northern Lands, Lady Calamity was still hiding in the dark.
Her influence was getting deeper and deeper.
For example, Pol, who felt the Calamity Commandment, knew what he was facing.
"Lady Calamity's priest?"
"No!"
If it was her priest, she wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. She could just make a move and I'd be dead.
"He must have bought a Transcendent item blessed by Lady Calamity from a secret spot of a certain priest.
Pol quickly understood the situation and fell into despair.
He was prepared.
Lady Calamity was also prepared.
Lady Calamity was more well-rounded and powerful than him.
What should he do?
Was death all that was left?
The despair in Pol's heart almost drained him of his strength.
The remaining blessing from the God of War faded away.
All that was left was coldness.
Pol was ready to face his tragic future.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of his heart.
"You look like you need help?"
The voice was gentle and unfamiliar, but it was a life-saving straw for Pol.
"Yes.
I need help.
What do I have to pay? "
Pol asked.
"Pay?
"I don't need much!"
It's basically free! "
The voice replied.
There was no free lunch in the world!
It was a truth that Pol understood a long time ago.
Free things were usually the most expensive!
Especially this strange way of appearing and the strange emphasis, it made Pol realize that he might have run into those wicked existences.
But did he have a choice now?
After hesitating for less than a second, Bohr shouted, "I'm not going to let you go.
"I'm willing to pay the price!
Please help me! "
His voice subsided but nothing happened.
The coldness was still spreading.
Death was closing in.
Pol couldn't stand anymore. He fell beside the wagon, his face touching the cold dirt, just like how he had failed time and time again in the big city.
"This is the worst possible situation I've ever been in."
Pol's lips were twitching.
It was at that moment that he thought of the promise he made to Lawless.
He might have to miss it.
And …
2567。
The man who chose to be fair even when facing a drowning dog like him.
He had thought more than once that if he could recover his strength, he would team up with Lawless to complete a dungeon run and try his best to help Lawless get the highest rating and the best loot.
He didn't know why.
It was because of Lawless' fairness.
And to return the favor.
Lawless' fairness was one of the few times after he woke up that his life wasn't as dark as it used to be.
But …
It was impossible now.
Pol's face was stained with dirt, his body weak, waiting for his fate to judge him.
An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.
"Even the frozen soil has a fragrance?"
Pol's body shivered.
He knew who the voice belonged to.
He looked up in disbelief.
He immediately saw a familiar face. The face was as cold as he remembered, standing casually on the frozen soil in the middle of the pine forest. The bright moon behind him formed a deep shadow.
“2567！”
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