It was late at night, and the new cemetery was even colder. A gentle breeze was enough to send chills down one's spine. Therefore, the loud collapsing sound traveled far with the wind. While Oliver was still dizzy and had a foul stench in his mouth, the buryman in the Tomb Keeper's hut had already rushed over.
Then, his roar woke up Oliver, who was still dizzy from the fall. "Damn bastard, look at what you've done! If you can't fill this place up tonight, I'll bury you inside! X！”
He cursed and glared fiercely at the confused Oliver. Then, he spat at Oliver and turned to return to the hut.
The sticky saliva hit Oliver's forehead, and he was so disgusted that he almost vomited. But very quickly, this almost became reality. He opened his mouth and vomited to the side. All the food he had eaten for the day spurted out, and even his bile surged up.
This was because he realized that his body was covered in corpse fluid and sticky, rotten flesh. His left hand was clutching his half-rotten intestines, and his right hand was holding a sturdy leg bone.
Such a scene was more repulsive than any nightmare. It made him feel nauseous!
Oliver hurriedly threw his intestines, stomach, and leg bone to the side. He held his breath and resisted the stench of corpses and rotting stench that was many times stronger than usual.
Suddenly, a pale blue light flashed and attracted his gaze.
"Eh …" Oliver was a person with sharp senses. He followed the direction of his gaze and was surprised to discover that there were many tiny cracks on the leg bone. A faint blue light shimmered in the cracks.
Curiosity and anticipation made him forget the filth and stench, as well as his situation. Even his movements became light and slow.
He carefully moved to the leg bone and slowly picked it up.
There was really blue light seeping out from it!
Oliver had matured a lot after going through so much. At that moment, he didn't directly check what it was. Instead, he crawled along the corpses to the edge of the grave and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he followed the tiny cracks and peeled off the surface of the leg bone.
Pieces of broken bones fell to the ground, and the blue lake like light dyed the surroundings hazy and dreamy. Slowly, a sparkling light blue short staff appeared in Oliver's hand.
"What, what is this?" Olef's mouth was half-open, and he didn't know where he was.
The first thought that came to his mind was to hide this priceless short staff so that George and the others wouldn't find it.
All the valuables found from the corpses had to be handed over to George for him to distribute and present to the City Hall officials and pastors who were in charge of the new cemetery. Therefore, George had snatched away all the valuables that Oliver had found from the corpses. Even his salary had been withheld by George with the excuse of deducting the money that he had spent to buy him. He only had two meals a day to barely fill his stomach.
Oliver was just about to bury the short staff nearby and dig it out when there was hope of escaping in the future to exchange it for money. However, he suddenly discovered that the light blue, sparkling short staff that seemed to be condensed from seawater was densely engraved with words.
As a young man who wanted to pursue a career in theater, Oliver had been reading all kinds of languages since he was a child, learning the customs and culture of different countries. Therefore, he recognized the language of Sylvanas at first glance. It was one of the three common languages of the ancient magic empire!
"If it weren't for the information given by Ms. Audrey, I would only know a few words about this language …" Oliver's mind was filled with strange thoughts. After reading a few sentences, he found the correct reading order and found that this was a chapter of Meditation. At the end of the chapter, it even recorded the location where the owner of the short staff hid his treasures.
"Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Element Meditation? A sorcerer's meditation?" Oliver had heard a lot of stories from bards, and many of the dramas he had watched were about evil sorcerers who harmed the nobles and the civilians. In the end, the sorcerers were defeated by the clerics and the nobles. Therefore, Oliver had some guesses about the origin of Meditation. "Maybe a sorcerer carved the location of his treasures on the staff before he died and then hid it in his own body or someone else's leg … Maybe … Maybe he was burned to death by the night watchers … Maybe he wanted to leave it to a specific person, but that person never came back …"
Oliver had a romantic spirit since he was a little kid. He had an unknown yearning for the mysterious sorcerers who were hunted and oppressed. Of course, as a devout believer who had been baptized and educated, he had repented many times that he had such a mentality. Therefore, he did not do anything evil.
However, what he had experienced in Renstadt made him doubt the Lord from the bottom of his heart.
Why didn't the Lord bless me when I was suffering? Why did the Lord's shepherd collude with the villains like George? Why could the clerics, nobles, and the rich be buried in the cemetery with their own tombs and coffins, while the poor, no matter how devout they were, could only be thrown into such a pit?
Was this the justice of the Lord?
If so, why couldn't he use the sorcerers to get out of this situation?
As long as no one knows, as long as he became a rich man, he would still be the most devout believer of the Lord.
Desire and resistance were struggling fiercely in Oliver's heart. However, the church education he had received since he was a little kid made him choose to hide the short staff. In the future, when he met the clerics and night watchers, he would use the short staff to exchange for help and escape from this miserable world. After all, once he became a sorcerer, he would either be hunted by the church endlessly, or live in fear all the time and lose the joy of life.
After hiding the short staff next to the tombstone and leaving a special mark, Oliver limped towards the collapsed pit. He still had to fill it up tonight, otherwise he would definitely be beaten up.
"Alas, I can't sleep tonight …" Just as Oliver was thinking about this, a huge force came from his back. He was thrown into the air and fell heavily into the mud. His whole body was in pain, especially his back.
"You f * cking lazy bastard! You haven't done anything yet! Do you want me to kill you? X！” Goodson cursed as he punched and kicked Oliver, as if he was going to beat him to death.
Oliver could only follow his previous experience of being beaten up. He tightly protected his head with his hands and curled up his body like a shrimp, letting the fists and kicks fall on him like raindrops.
After a while, Goodson seemed to be tired. He gasped for breath and said, "Get up and work! Or I'll throw you down! "
After that, he did not wait for Oliver's reply and staggered towards the gravekeeper's cabin. He did not see Oliver's ferocious expression at all. Oliver's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the tombstone with a special mark in front of him.
If this goes on, I'll die sooner or later. Since I'm going to die anyway, I'll drag you down with me!
He slowly got up and walked to the tombstone. He dug out the short staff and hid in the pit to read it carefully. After memorizing its content, he hid it in his chest.
Then, he climbed out of the pit, picked up the shovel that Goodson had thrown down, and sprinkled soil into the pit.
After half an hour, he carried the shovel and walked towards the gravekeeper's cabin with a faint blush on his face. His footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking up Goodson.
When they entered the cottage, Goodson asked vaguely, "Have you finished your work?"
Isn't it too fast?
"This shovel is a bit dull. I'll change it." Oliver's voice was intermittent, and he seemed to be timid.
Goodson scolded him and said, "Remember to sharpen both shovels when you're done."
They could not afford to buy ironware, which was issued by the City Hall.
"Okay." As he spoke, Oliver had already walked behind Goodson. The light of the silver moon shone through the window that had no glass or paper. It shone on Oliver's body, dyeing him with a layer of silver. On the opposite side of the wall, a black figure with a shovel raised high stood out.
The shovel fell heavily.
"Ah!"
Goodson's scream only lasted for half a sentence before it stopped abruptly. He never would have thought that the rich boy who cherished his life, the weak and stupid boy who was as timid as a mouse who only knew how to trick girls, would actually dare to directly kill him!
Although he was not asleep, he did not expect to be discovered in such a situation.
His face was frozen with fear, and his eyes were wide open. He could not close them no matter how hard he tried.
Oliver propped himself up with the blood-dripping spade and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Goodson's head.
"You're fierce? Very fierce? Stand up! Didn't you say you wanted to bury me? Come on, come and bury it! "Oliver demanded madly.
After a few minutes, he gradually calmed down. He bent down and looted dozens of copper coins from Goodson's body. Then he changed his dirty clothes with Goodson's clothes.
After that, Oliver walked out of the gravekeeper's cabin with the shovel in his hand and the short cane hidden in his clothes with his left hand. He slowly disappeared into the darkness outside.
The wind was blowing faster, and the night was getting darker. There was no one in the new cemetery, only bones on the ground.
… …
Shirley hurried to the village, but before she could go to Vicente's house, she was stopped by a peasant woman.
"Miss Shirley, don't, don't go there. Vicente … Vicente is a sorcerer! It's good that you're not married yet! "The peasant woman said in both panic and relief.
Shirley felt like she was struck by thunder. She pulled the peasant woman's arm and asked, "Vicente … Vicente is a sorcerer?"
Did the night watchers come here?
"Miss Shirley, you don't know how horrible it was just now. There were so many corpses in Vicente's basement. He's … He's such a horrible sorcerer! Fortunately, the elders of the church noticed … "The peasant woman was good with words, and her description was quite clear, but Shirley was on the verge of collapsing as she listened.
"Where's Vicente? Was he caught? "Shirley tried to keep herself from fainting.
The peasant woman looked scared, "No. I heard that he went to the swamp early in the morning!"
Shirley was relieved. As long as Vicente was alive, there was still a chance!
It seemed that he went to the swamp early in the morning to look for special herbs because of what happened last night. Luckily, luckily!
Shirley finally got rid of the peasant woman and hurried back to the manor. She wanted to go to the swamp and tell Vicente to hide for a while until her father solved the problem. After all, Vicente was not a sorcerer, and he could just hand over the magic book. However, she knew that as a noble lady, she was not familiar with the area around the swamp. If she went there alone, she would not be able to tell Vicente, and she would probably be trapped there.
Therefore, she planned to ask her guard to tell Vicente to hide for a while before the guard knew that Vicente was being investigated. The excuse was to avoid the revenge of several nobles.
Just as she walked into her garden, Shirley suddenly saw a figure jump out.
"Shirley, do you think this flower is beautiful? I found it in the swamp! "Vicente was looking forward to being praised, and he was holding a bunch of scarlet flowers in his hand.
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