The mist wriggled, forming a distorted face.
It was originally lifelike, but at this moment, all that was left was strangeness.
The strangest thing was, the misty face blurted out everything in a daze when Bloody Mary asked.
"I'm not going to tell you that we're not 'remnants' at all."
I will never tell you that we have always planned to do so.
I will never tell you that we have already gained an unexpected advantage. "
Words came one after another.
Bloody Mary's expression grew more serious as it listened to the misty face.
Bloody Mary, who had been following Kieran all this while, knew what was going on in this dungeon world.
It and its boss were intruders.
That Broker could also be considered an intruder.
However, Broker had a backup plan and a setup.
Although Broker had locked onto Pol, Bloody Mary believed since Broker's entry point was Pol, then Pol must have something different about him.
Besides, Bloody Mary was sure that its boss was following Kieran because of that.
Otherwise, based on its understanding of its boss, this time, it would have already started to maximize the benefits of the plan, and not this kind of counterattack based on the situation.
He was just thinking about what Broker wanted from him.
And now …
"This is what that bastard wants?
"A riot?"
Bloody Mary was guessing as it told Kieran everything it saw and heard.
Then, Bloody Mary put the bone bracelet into its sleeve pocket after it got the new order.
Hard steel wasn't hard steel, all it could do was rely on illusions to barely complete boss' mission.
Bloody Mary muttered in its heart as it thought about the new mission from its boss.
Then, the night breeze blew.
Kieran vanished.
…
Huu!
The night breeze blew over, many people shrunk their necks.
The night breeze in the Northern Lands wasn't as pleasant as the southern breeze.
It was cold and bone-chilling.
Even if one was wearing a cotton coat, standing still for half an hour would cause numbness all over their body, especially the exposed nose and ears, they would suffer frostbite.
Therefore, when everyone walked past Sivalka, they looked at him in shock. He was wearing casual clothes without a coat, a hat, and a scarf.
The man stood in the night, looking up at the moon.
His lips curled up.
It looked like a smile.
It also looked like disdain.
It was hard to tell what he was trying to do.
Some thought they saw an idiot, an idiot, they couldn't help but pout.
Some ran away in a hurry, they thought they saw a madman.
There were also some who were anxious and bewildered.
These people were the knowledgeable ones, they were trying to confirm whether Sivalka had transcendence powers or not.
Sivalka didn't even care.
He didn't have much time to 'rest', he didn't have time to waste on these people.
Especially when he had a conflict with some people during his first 'rest', he ended the 'rest' early and canceled the next message. Sivalka had learned to be indifferent.
What else could he do?
Could it be that he was going to die?
No way.
Sivalka knew how afraid he was of death.
When he was a mercenary, he had the nickname 'Sivalka who was afraid of death'.
However, he didn't care.
The most important thing was to be alive, wasn't it?
Only by being alive would there be hope.
If he died …
Then everything would be over.
He admired those who claimed to be brave and charged at the front every time. Therefore, every time he went to visit the grave, he always brought a bunch of wildflowers he picked from the roadside.
Wine?
Sorry, it was good enough that the timid Sivalka could eat his fill.
He didn't have extra money to buy wine.
However, after becoming a Blade Deacon, Sivalka could eat his fill every time and had a glass of wine every day. That was something he used to dream of but couldn't get.
It was sour and sweet. Not bad.
If the color wasn't red, he would like it even more.
At the thought of the red liquid, Sivalka's throat began to itch and his whole stomach twitched.
Ugh!
He held on to the wall beside him.
Sivalka retched.
This was the side effect of using the 'residue'.
Between an adult's index finger and thumb, an adult female's eyes, and a liter of fresh blood (preferably a virgin), the Dark Hall gave him the latter.
After all, the latter could be regenerated.
But a liter!
Even if it was water, it would take half a day to drink.
Not to mention blood!
If it wasn't for the worry that he would be punished for not being able to complete the mission, Sivalka would never touch those things.
This made him feel that he was no different from those rumored blood-sucking demons.
No!
Those blood-sucking demons were much bolder than me.
What am I?
I'm just the timid Sivalka.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
A young girl's voice sounded.
Sivalka raised his head and saw a plainly dressed little girl with patches all over her body standing there, looking at him worriedly.
Sivalka looked around.
Only then did he realize that he had somehow wandered into the slums of Aïtantin Castle's Seventh Ring.
This place was considered the slums of Aïtantin Castle.
Some bankrupt merchants.
The disabled who lost their labor force.
Eventually, they would all have a home here.
Of course, some women and children were included.
Obviously, the little girl was one of them.
"I'm fine."
Sivalka shook his head.
He didn't want to get involved with the slums.
It was too troublesome.
He could barely take care of himself, and if he got involved, it would be even more troublesome.
"Uncle, wait a minute."
The little girl turned around and ran back into her room. A moment later, she came out with a cup of hot water.
"Mom said that you will feel better if you drink something hot at this time.
Uncle, remember, as long as you are alive, there will be hope. "
Looking at the cup of hot water in front of him and listening to the little girl acting like an adult, Sivalka smiled and shook his head.
Without a doubt, the little girl treated him as a homeless bankrupt.
She didn't explain further.
Sivalka took the cup of hot water and drank it in one gulp.
"Thank you."
He thanked her with a smile and unconsciously reached for his wallet in his pocket.
As an armed deacon, how could Sivalka lack money?
One needed to know that the Dark Hall paid its members a salary, and although it wasn't comparable to the rich and powerful, it was more than enough for a commoner.
However, when he reached for his wallet, Sivalka was stunned.
He didn't bring his wallet.
Because he longed for rest time, he couldn't wait to leave the Dark Hall.
Damn it!
He was hoping to solve this problem with money.
Now it seemed like …
Just when Sivalka frowned and touched his pocket, the little girl hesitated for a while and eventually ran back into her room. She took out a scarf.
It wasn't made of wool.
It was made from old, worn-out clothes.
It was very small.
It belonged to the little girl.
"Uncle, this is for you."
"It will be warmer."
He has a bad temper, but if you talk to him nicely, he will let you sleep there on credit. Also, he will introduce you to a job. As long as you have a job, you can rent an old coat from him. Also, if you want to eat, you can go to Auntie One-Eyed's place. She also allows you to eat on credit, but you have to return the money you earn to her. She has four children to feed … "
Listening to the survival guide, Sivalka looked at the little girl blankly.
He could tell that the little girl knew he was out of money.
The old scarf in front of him was enough to prove that the little girl's family wasn't rich, or poor.
"You guys are already like this, why are you still?"
Sivalka couldn't help but ask.
"That's because we survived with the help of others as well."
"So, Mom said that we should also help more people like us."
The little girl said innocently, looking at Sivalka with her innocent eyes with a faint smile.
There was no utilitarianism.
No ulterior motives.
It was help.
Pure help.
"Okay, thank you."
Taking a deep breath, Sivalka thanked her again, but he didn't take the scarf.
He didn't need it.
But the little girl needed it.
Looking at the bruise on the little girl's hand, Sivalka pointed at the place where the little girl was before.
"I know where to go.
"Hurry up and go back."
And … "
"Don't talk to strangers casually, it's dangerous."
Sivalka pointed at the door behind him. He heard hurried footsteps. Obviously, the little girl's elders noticed that the little girl was missing. With a smile, Sivalka walked towards the place the little girl pointed at before the elder appeared.
He didn't need to find a job.
But he couldn't bear to let the little girl down.
For …
That help.
As Sivalka walked forward, the little girl's mother's soft voice came from behind him.
"Ellie, I told you not to go out casually.
Go back quickly. "
The little girl was dragged back to the old house by her mother. Sivalka couldn't help but look back. The little girl waved at him, signaling goodbye.
Sivalka responded with a wave of his hand.
The old door was closed.
After making sure the little girl wouldn't see him, Sivalka took a detour towards the Central Third Ring Road.
His steps were light. He had decided.
The next time he rested, he would bring enough Gold Purton.
Kindness will be rewarded.
Ellie deserved his reward.
Maybe not much.
But at least he could get Ellie out of this environment.
He knew what would happen here.
If it wasn't for the help from before, forget it. But with the help from before, he didn't want an innocent little girl to encounter those things.
It would be another huge amount of unnecessary expenses!
That's why she had to bring her wallet when she went out next time!
It could have been settled with two or three copper coins, but now it would cost at least 50, no, her mother and sister. If she wanted to stay near the Central Third Ring Road, she would have to spend at least 100 Gold Purton.
'My pension has shrunk again.'
Sivalka was depressed as he thought about it in his heart.
But in his heart, he felt a little warm.
People were always unknowingly warmed by others.
Then, they would choose to warm others.
Maybe sometimes, people would forget the beginning.
They would become cold and selfish.
But when the moment of warmth appeared, who wouldn't remove their disguise?
Maybe.
But not Sivalka.
He knew he was a coward, not a cold-hearted person.
Humming a little tune from his hometown, Sivalka wanted to walk around for a while longer.
But the people he hated always appeared when he was in a good mood.
The watcher walked out from the shadows beside the street.
"What's wrong?
The break isn't over yet, right? "
Sivalka raised a brow and asked in an unfriendly tone.
He didn't have a good impression of these cold watchers.
It wasn't just because of the watcher, it was also because of how cold they were. If there were people who wouldn't be warmed by others, these watchers would be one of them.
"There's an accident in the mission.
Priest Divano is dead.
I need you to confirm the latest situation. "
The supervisor said coldly. His tone was flat, and his voice was so cold that it made one shiver.
"Accident?"
Sivalka was stunned.
It wasn't the first time he failed a mission.
Accidents could happen at any time.
However, this was the first time the leader of a mission died.
And it was that troublesome Priest Divano.
Priest Divano was a direct descendant of Dark Hall and was favored by several important figures.
Now, Priest Divano was dead.
Kieran was in trouble.
"Okay."
The cowardly Sivalka nodded repeatedly when the thought came into his mind.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
It might very well become the evidence of his crimes!
Following the watcher, Sivalka was thinking about what he would face next and how he should deal with it.
Through the streets and alleys.
The bishop's house. Sivalka realized something wasn't right.
This wasn't the way back to Dark Hall.
Right away, Sivalka stopped.
But soon, he returned to his normal state.
The muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his waist.
Although because of the residue, his body was stronger than a common man's, it wasn't invulnerable. A musket was enough to injure him.
If he was injured, he would bleed, and if he lost too much blood, he would die.
So, Sivalka knew what he had to do.
Being held hostage, Sivalka followed behind the Overseer. Soon enough, he arrived at a certain place.
It was a residential area near the Upper Seventh Ring.
Most merchants liked to live here.
Of course, there were also hotels.
The slightly famous Carrot Hotel was just around the corner.
The hostage-taker stopped.
So did the watcher.
The hostage-taker didn't show himself but the watcher said, "Sivalka, you should have awakened, right?"
"Awakened?
What do you mean? "
Sivalka asked in confusion.
"Of course it's your own awakening!
"Do you want to be treated as a 'remnant'?"
Or should I say … "
"You think I'm lying to you?"
As the 'supervisor' spoke, his cloak fluttered, and tentacles reached out from under the cloak. His face was revealed when the hood was taken off. There was no nose, but instead, a mouth that was connected to the original mouth. Sharp fangs were exposed, and a tongue was licking back and forth.
"Release your power!"
Join us!
Then, counterattack!
Our time has come … "
Puk!
A dagger flashed out from the shadows, grazing the watcher and the hostage-taker behind him before falling into the hand of an old man.
The old man's gray wind coat was fluttering loudly in the night breeze.
The old man's voice entered Silvaca's ears along with the wind.
"You are a pagan as well?"
。 Literature Hall.
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