Blood of Mercury

"Claudia..."

Seeing Claudia's gloomy expression, Kluveen hesitated for a long time before asking, "What happened? Why did you kill Father Claude?"

Claudia didn't speak, just walked in front and pulled Kluvien, and kept walking.

The Mountain Shield Guard didn't interrupt her, but gently broke away from Claudia's hand and followed behind.

Claudia turned around in surprise.

"The impact is not good."

Kluveen said softly: "Your family is still here... If you still want to get married, don't touch my body on the street like this. I'm doing it for your own good."

"...Ha, each one is for my good. You are always like this one by one, all for my good..."

Claudia's tone was full of sarcasm.

She didn't go out anymore, just turned around like this, and whispered to Kluveen in a low voice: "...But, have you thought about what I think? I need you to be good for me?"

"Protect me, clear hidden enemies for me, maintain my reputation... Everyone is doing inexplicable things on their own, isn't it good to solve the problem after the problem arises? Do you have to solve the problem in advance to show that you are very smart? "

Seeing that she was almost hysterical but could only cry in a low voice, Kluveen suddenly felt that this dignified Viscount's daughter was even more pitiful than the Nightingale in the Chain of Fruits.

Kluveen just silently put his hand on her head. Claudia froze for a moment, and fell silent unconsciously.

This mountain man, who was more like a second-rate cook than a shield guardian, took a long time to spit out a word firmly.

"Do not."

"The reason why they do things that seem inexplicable is not because they are too smart and think too much ... but it may be that they are too stupid and think too little."

Claudia raised her head blankly and looked into Kluveen's eyes.

Only by looking at his resolute and vicissitudes of eyes, can he realize that this man with healthy and shiny tan hair is already a middle-aged man in his forties.

In Claudia's eyes, the appearance of Viscount Claude gradually overlapped on Kluveen.

"Roland, your father, Claude..."

Kluveen said in a very slow voice. He thought about his words: "They think a lot, but their eyes are too straight. They only have their goals in their eyes, and they naturally don't think about things that have nothing to do with it."

"Of course, it's not their fault. Human energy is limited. Skip the unimportant things and focus on your goals—that's what the average person probably thinks."

"But, Claudia," Kluveen's voice was even more flat than usual chatting, but Claudia's spirit was unconsciously concentrated. "If you can accept that, you'd better be great."

"You're lucky that their goal is to protect you. Whatever the reason, it means you're important enough to them. But you're also unlucky because they protect you because they want to protect you, not you. ."

Kluveen's voice was very light: "To put it in a bad way, this kind of protection is like protecting some kind of treasure."

"I know...I know they're all for; I'm hungry..."

Claudia's voice suddenly became choked up.

"My father is also good for me, my brother is also good for me, and the teacher is also good for me..." Her blue eyes fluctuated violently, and tears overflowed like crystals at the bottom of a lake. "However, Roland is really doing it for my own good... Obviously there is no interest, why are we fighting each other..."

"Because you are just a treasure, their opinions naturally have nothing to do with you," Kluveen sighed, "You don't want to know what Roland did in the City of Fortune."

"What did he do?"

Claudia turned her attention as expected.

"Rather than that, you might as well improve your own strength. When you have a strength that they can't ignore, they will naturally take your thoughts into consideration."

"...makes sense!"

Claudia's eyes lit up.

Kluveen smiled slightly: "Now tell me why you and Roland want to kill Claude, and what the professions of you and Roland are."

"Let me give you advice."

In the blind spot of their vision, an old man in black linen was leaning on a cane. The voice was slow and low, and he bargained with the fruit seller on the side of the road.

Just as Kluveen said the last two sentences, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the old man.

He immediately took out a few copper plates, stretched out his trembling hand to buy a peach, and walked slowly towards the place with a cane.

"Kluveen. If you dare to betray your master..."

An old, indistinct voice rolled in the old man's throat.

In his turbid pupils, the silver-gray brilliance like flowing mercury gradually lit up.

On the other side, Roland was leading An Ruosi to search the room.

Although he knew how to go to the next room, he couldn't make it too obvious.

Moreover, he also wanted to collect the equipment in this room.

But obviously, Roland was disappointed.

The whole room was as clean as it had been licked. Not to mention equipment. Not even one decoration was left for Roland.

In the distance, the pale golden liquid that was as high as a finger exploded from time to time, bursting into a pillar of fire.

When these golden viscous liquids touched the frost soil under Roland's feet, they immediately made an extremely fine cracking sound, condensed with a bang, and then exploded, turning themselves into a mass of ashes, and at the same time, they also kept Roland's feet under constant pressure. The spreading frost shattered a small part.

"Mr. Roland... This fire is not right!"

An Ruosi lowered his voice and shouted softly behind Roland.

"What's wrong?"

Roland didn't look back, just asked in a low voice.

"This fire is not a natural fire!" An Ruosi affirmed, "I can't feel the law of normal fire."

"This golden liquid is not a natural thing at all!"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be an artifact...or an alchemical creation!"

...is that so.

Hearing An Ruosi's words behind him, Roland's face flashed a hint of enlightenment.

If it is, then everything makes sense.

If those garrison forces fled because of its appearance, and the survivor just came in not long before Roland came here, it would explain the problem of that person's strength.

If he really kills all the people here one by one and still has the strength to survive this kind of fire, then this person's strength has exceeded the limit that Roland can bear.

…no, not right.

Roland suddenly realized a mistake.

The problem is not the strength of that person at all—

But, how did that person survive in this kind of human forbidden environment?

It is no exaggeration to say that the environment here is purgatory.

So, what is he here for?

Collect loot? Searching for information?

Or…

...waiting for the rabbit?

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help shuddering.

He immediately lowered his head and shouted to An Ruosi, "An Ruosi, hurry up and use humanoid detection again!"

"No."

A familiar voice rang in Roland's ear. Roland's back was immediately soaked in cold sweat, and then condensed into ice by the cold wind that wrapped around him.

"Mr. Orlando... I've been waiting for you for a long time." (To be continued.)