Blood of Mercury

A pitch-black gale blew across the matte trail from west to east, and the branches and leaves of the wing tree were blown by the wind and danced in a big way, but there was no sound.

A silhouette of a black wolf-headed monkey silently crouched on the branches blown by the wind, lowered its head and stared coldly at a bush not far away with those faint green eyes, and then disappeared silently. in the black wind.

In the direction it was looking at, the creaking sound of the wagon wheel gradually came. Before the carriage appeared in sight, a middle-aged man patrolled around and took the lead in leading a brown sturdy horse out of it.

At this moment, the dark wind just blew on his face. His face changed, and he immediately turned around and stopped his companions:

"Wait a minute, the wind is blowing."

With his eyes, he motioned to a young man behind him to take over the horse he was leading, and then took off the scabbard from his waist.

The strong wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and he could vaguely see a layer of hard leather under the chainmail he was wearing.

A young man with monocle frowned and took a step forward, lowered his voice and asked the middle-aged man, "Didn't the wind just blow last night? Why did the wind blow twice in three days?"

In his right hand, he was leaning on a crystal wooden cane whose front section was somewhat dirty, but not much scratched. Low-level wizards like this material because of its high quality and low price - of course, the main reason is the latter. From the almost shiny head of the staff, it can be seen that he often uses this staff and is not good at maintaining the staff.

Standing beside the young man was a slightly bloated shield warrior with a full beard. Unlike the middle-aged man with a resolute expression that could not tell his nationality, this shield warrior with brown curly hair could easily see his Farara blood. Out of proportion to the large shield behind him, he was wearing a greasy chef's suit that was too large to fit.

"After all, it's almost the month of shadows (Thirteen), and the monster didn't sleep so well. But don't worry, Del Ramos has never woken up before the snow," the expression on the middle-aged man's face was Not so nervous, he handed the slashing sword and the scabbard in his right hand to his left, and turned his head slightly to explain to the wizard, "Before I decided to take this mission, I asked Old John specifically, and he said that before No. 3 There will be no snow."

"It's the twenty-ninth now."

The wizard frowned, paused his cane forcefully, and emphasized.

The middle-aged man coughed twice in dissatisfaction, and raised his voice a notch: "I know. You don't need to worry about this, An Ruosi. You just need to do what you need to do, such as giving me those **** monkeys. Run away. I told you when you first arrived that the eldest lady in the carriage is in a hurry. She is going to Caral to redeem her troublesome brother... So if you still want me to sign your internship report Just give me focus on what's useful, don't worry about what's there."

"I just wanted to say..."

"Alright, alright, little An Ruosi, Macken has no malice. He is such a person, and I understand him."

More like a cook than a shield warrior, the Farraro patted the young wizard on the shoulder with his fat, greasy fingers.

"Speaking of which, what happened to the druid I rescued before? I heard that the eldest lady gave him treatment?"

"Yeah. It's just the kidney rupture caused by the backstab. A stable injury and encouragement immediately calmed down the breath. But..." The young wizard's brows furrowed deeper, and he muttered with some dissatisfaction, "He's a black robe..."

"What happened to the black robe?"

The cook raised his eyebrows, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I tell you, Macken was still a salaried man before doing this work, and before that, he was doing work with blood on his fingers. …”

"Kluveen!"

The middle-aged man scolded in dissatisfaction.

Ferraro's chef raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "Okay, okay, I won't say I won't say it. I just want to prove that a career doesn't tell the whole story of a person. For example, you, I always feel that you are now It's a good job. You're not a bad guy from your bones..."

"Yes, I'm not, but you did a good job," the middle-aged man turned back, with a slight smile on his stern mouth, "Also, don't fool the children. What black robes are not black robes, you I'm afraid it's just a professional habit to bring him back. I bet you subconsciously took him back as a girl when you saw the face of the black robe. If you don't wash your hands, you can only do it as soon as possible. Lu ran back and sold him to Nightingale on the corner of the street, I'm afraid he's already counting the money at this point."

"Hehehe..." Kluveen smiled shyly, "After all, he's a Druid, a patron of nature, one looks better than the other. I've had an elf before, purebred, but not as good-looking as the black robe... Too bad it's a man..."

"As far as you know. Sometimes it's men who pay more."

The middle-aged man scoffed at his old friend.

But soon, the faces of the three people gradually changed.

"...The wind has been blowing for three minutes."

Markan's face sank and he sighed.

"An Ruosi, go and inform the priests of the two goddesses of war behind you. Tell them we are in trouble."

Looking at the pair of dark green pupils that gradually lit up in the pitch-black storm, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Markan's face became serious, and a large black tadpole's rune gradually appeared in the brown pupil of his right eye. From the eyes spread over half of the face.

"...But, Captain, are you alright here?"

An Ruosi swallowed, timidly and a little excitedly watching the large silhouette surrounding him.

Markan laughed angrily: "Fuck you, there are less than 100 monkeys, I'm not at ease."

"What's really threatening is something that will come out in a while... By the way, stop by and see if that Druid is awake. If you can go down to the ground, bring him here too."

"Whether they can live or not depends on the three of them."

The young wizard quickly recognized the situation, nodded earnestly, supported his monocle, and immediately turned back and ran to the carriage not far behind.

Hearing the sound of footsteps receding behind him, Markan stared at the green eyes that were still increasing in number, and pulled out the sword in his hand with a low smile.

"Old man... Let's kill these **** monkeys first. After all, these jumping monkeys are too much of a threat to low-level professionals."

Kluveen scratched his scalp with his greasy hands, and didn't say a word, he just took down the big shield behind him with a grin, and with a slight twist, the edge of the half-human-high shield pierced out. A razor-sharp blade.

The black wind gradually grew stronger.

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