Son of the Olden Days

I heard that there seemed to be a red-eyed vampire in the town of Novijora recently. He ran into the old Frank’s mansion yesterday and killed Frank and three of his men. Then he disappeared. The people in the town were all in sight. The sky is talking about it.

Igrid pulled his hood and silently exited the crowd.

During her travels, such rumors were found in almost every town. The monsters in the rumors were also difficult to distinguish between true and false, and she did not take it seriously.

Going back to the old house at the entrance of the town and taking a look, there is no one empty in the house, and the guy is not there.

Walking out of the small town, Igrit peered into the dark wilderness, maybe he was delayed by something? Wait, that guy didn't take away his scrolls and spells and ran away, right?

Yes, I'm such an idiot, and Igrit felt that he had finally seen the truth, and stomped his feet in irritation.

In the darkness, one hand quietly appeared from behind, covering her mouth, while the other hand clamped her slender waist. Then she got off the ground, and she was dragged into the darkness like a piece of luggage.

Yeah! vampire! ? Help……! Igrid struggled and kicked, but could only make some whining noises in the big hand.

After not getting far, Etlet found that this guy had held himself in an old house by the cemetery, then went down to a cellar and put himself down, he turned around and closed the cellar door.

Although there was a fire under the cellar, it was still a bit dim, plus the enclosed environment... Igrid retreated to the corner in shock, feeling that her girl's innocence might not be guaranteed.

"Seeing that you are not big, but you are struggling like a flea." Thor walked from the dark corner into the light of the fire.

The town was under martial law, and Sol could only wait for Igrit outside the town. He accidentally discovered that there were also a cemetery and a tomb-keeper's hut, but there were no tomb-keepers, and it seemed that there was no one for a long time. pass.

After all, the gravekeepers are dangerous, lonely, with a meager income, dealing with the dead all day long, and the profession is even more glamorous. It is not strange that a small town has no gravekeepers for a long time.

"Bad, you frightened me again!" Igrit glared at Saul dissatisfiedly.

"What? You pee again?" Saul fiddled with the fire and gave her a meaningful glance.

This dark goblin wrapped herself up like a brown bear in the snow. It was really hard for her, this midsummer weather. Seeming that he is still very talented in bad guys, Thor smiled to himself.

"You better forget that, or you will regret it when you learn my method." The girl blushed, pursed her mouth and wrinkled her small nose angrily, her hands still subconsciously cupped in her abdomen to cover it.

"Forget? How is that possible? At least I have to talk about such an interesting thing with my friends for several years, and it may not really pass until I have enough laughs." Saul shrugged.

Looking at his insatiable **** appearance, Igrit felt very sad. Forget it, verbal condemnation has no effect on this guy, just let him laugh.

"Then what's the matter with you calling me here today?" Igrid asked.

"I'm leaving. I will tell you about three things today. Say goodbye to the first one. I'm not here, no, to be more precise, I'm not from the North, I'm from the South."

"Southern? Is the southern part fun?" The girl sat down by the fire.

"If you ask me how big the southern border is, I might be able to brag about it, but whether it’s fun or not... Maybe it will vary from person to person. You have heaven in your heart, you can see the light even if you walk in hell, and if you With a desert in mind, even if you walk in an oasis, your eyes are barren." Sol replied.

"Do you have heaven in your heart?" the girl asked.

"Who doesn't want to hear a beautiful story before going to bed, but there are some things in this world that you can't see if you want to see it." Saul smiled slightly, the smile seemed a little cool.

"Are you still in a bad mood?" Igrit stared at Saul.

"It's not bad, it's worse."

"It's not because there are rumors of red-eyed vampires in town today, right?" the girl guessed.

"There are no vampires. I killed people. As for red eyes or something, it's obviously their vilification of my beauty."

"Puff~You are really shameless!" Igrit couldn't help laughing and cursing.

When Sol showed up what was wrapped in a small piece of cloth, she soon couldn't laugh, and even her expression became a little stiff.

On the cloth lie four blood-stained fingers, which obviously means four lives that were once alive. After all, a person can never grow four middle fingers of his right hand.

Igrid suddenly remembered that when he met Saul last night, he was really carrying the corpse. Who was that corpse?

Even if Sol told some terrible stories in the wilderness yesterday to scare herself, she still believes in her heart that those are just stories, and he doesn't look like a bad person, but now she looks at the four fingers...

The girl's eyes were full of alert and fear for Saul for an instant, and it seemed that even the entire cellar suddenly became cold and silent.

"Then can you talk about...why murder?" After a while, Igrid finally couldn't stand the silence, and tentatively opened her mouth somewhat cautiously.

"Are you sure you want to listen? Well, maybe you listen, otherwise you run around all day thinking that the world is beautiful." After Sol replied, how would he meet Pasha and what to do in the cave until the next one? The series of things are briefly said again.

"Woo~ Little Peter is so pitiful, Pasha's mother is so nice!" After listening to this, Igrit hugged her knees, buried her head in her arms, and started crying.

Saul did not comfort her, she has the right to grieve for others. And it's hard to come by, because most people tend to ignore the grief of others and value their own.

"If you have this experience, don't run away. Go back soon and be a good boy. The human world is very dangerous."

"It may be just a tragic story to you, but such a thing will happen. Just yesterday, or even before, I have seen it with my own eyes. Usually people who really do something won’t tell you too much. Those who do things with their heads down are the devil's clones."

Saul made a summary of world affairs in a tone of careful teaching.

"I'm older than your grandmother, so I'm not allowed to treat others as children! And you said so much. Is the last sentence justifying your own evil deeds?" Igrid retorted , Suddenly raised his head and smiled teasingly at Saul.

Older than my grandmother? Maybe it's true, Saul reached out a hand and rubbed her little head with some amusement.

This fairy girl has two small pointed ears, but they are not as slender as the ears of the elves. They look like two small triangles slanting at the ears.

The tender grass-colored short hair that had just reached his neck, and deliberately **** two ponytails on both sides of his head, looked naughty and agile. Saul couldn't help but raise his hand to grab the two pony tails and toss her little head from side to side.

"What are you doing to your elders?" Igrit, whose head was shaking a little, was shocked.

"Nothing. Actually I wanted to do this since just now. It feels very fun." Saul was obviously enjoying it.

"Yeah! I hate you, let go of your hands, and don't play with other people's heads." Igrid protested uselessly.

The two laughed for a while, and finally dispelled the heavy atmosphere.

"Then what's the second thing you said?" the girl asked.

"This is the cost of purchasing the spell from you. In addition, keep these fingers away. You can find a place and throw them away. After a while, it will be the finger bones, or you can peel it yourself." Sol took out a small bag of coins and handed it over. To Igrit.

The girl put away those fingers with a bit of disgust. Although this is the same thing she picked up in the cemetery, it always makes people a little inexplicably scared, and then weighed the weight and number of the small bag of coins...

"Robber! Sneezer!" the girl whispered quietly, apparently that there was not much money in the small cloth bag.

However, her eyes lit up when she opened it, because they were full of golden eagles, dozens of them, and it was estimated to be nearly a thousand when replaced by silver wolves. This guy looked ordinary in black, but he was quite rich.

"It is not safe for you to carry too many silver coins. It will inevitably attract coveted eyes. The number of golden eagles is smaller, but there are risks when exchanging them, so you'd better change them one by one."

"The money is enough for you to have enough food and clothing for the remaining two months of the journey. If you have enough fun, go home quickly. As for the suggestion that I told you not to let you sell the spell to others and only sell it to me, forget it. Right." Saul asked patiently.

"Why? I can obey, and what I say counts." Igrit was puzzled.

"It's not your problem, it's just that this idea is a little difficult to realize. After all, my footprints are in the southern border, and I don't know when I will come to the northern border. Even if I come, I don't know what year it is, so forget it. Saul shook his head slightly.

"Will I see you again?" The girl looked at Saul.

"Who knows? After all, I am in your long life... and it's just a fleeting spray." Sol paused in the middle of speaking, and suddenly remembered that this sentence had also been said to Savannah, the wizard of water. After a while, a little sad.

Damn, think about it, humans are really a short-lived race.

It seemed that the sadness of parting began to spread, and the two of them remained silent for a while and did not speak any more.

"By the way, what about the third thing?" Igrid suddenly remembered.

"Hey, I heard that your sleeping tree hole and drinking dew are so pitiful. Today, I deliberately risked my life and went to the market to buy ingredients. This pot of stew will be ready to eat right away. It's a treat before leaving. Light meal." Thor stirred the soup pot on the fire.

"Huh~ Just smelling the scent makes me faint with happiness. I guess one bite can heal the soul!" The girl showed a look of expectation with interest, her little nose sniffed greedily.

While waiting, she suddenly looked over with her elbow on her knee, holding her small face.

"You...Unexpectedly, it's very gentle sometimes." The girl's face was a little red.

"What's so gentle about this? I want to be really gentle, maybe you will rely on me. And stay away from me, don't get together, otherwise it will be terrible to wake up my inhumane side." Saul smiled.

"Shameless! Tell you, don't want to scare me anymore." The girl pouted.

"So brave? How about I tell you a few horror stories that will make you pee all day, believe it or not?" Saul raised his eyebrows.

"Hate! I don't listen, I don't listen." The girl shook her head happily, covering her ears.

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