Blood of Mercury

Roland suddenly woke up from his dream.

He sat up abruptly from the soft bed, gasping for breath.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately let out a painful moan, and quickly covered his eyes with his right hand.

In the previous dream, Roland's right eye was mercilessly pierced by iron drill. The brain was churned and mashed like a tofu brain.

The unbearable pain still lingered in his mind.

As long as Roland's head swung a little hard, he could feel the pain in his head.

There seemed to be something wrong with Roland's right eye that was pierced in the dream.

It's more than just seeing things clearly.

Just opening his eyes to see the outside light, Roland's right eye became dry and painful, and tears flowed involuntarily.

As if being blown into his eyes by sand, and as if his eyes were burned by strong light, Roland's right eye couldn't stop crying.

He rubbed his eyes hard, but to no avail.

After resting for a while, Roland wiped away the tears with the back of his hand.

"...May all the glory go to the mentor."

Roland folded his hands over his right eye and chanted softly, and silver-white lines emerged from his hands, sinking into his eyes like a snake.

Soon, Roland felt a coolness in his right eye. The pain also dissipated.

——So, when Roland opened his eyes for the second time unprepared, his right eye was stimulated more strongly than before.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

As if the light turned into a sharp sword and passed through the right eye. Roland only felt severe pain in his right eye.

Compared with this time last time, it was as gentle as the flirtation between lovers.

Roland's right eye couldn't even open this time, and the tears couldn't stop flowing. This time, even his left eye got a lot wet.

Roland's nose was sour, and his hands kept wiping away the tears that could not be shed.

Damn...

Roland was full of resentment.

Why can't the Woundless Chant be repaired this time?

Isn't it possible to remove the concept of "injury" as long as you spend enough divine grace?

Roland finally realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment.

If the injury can't be repaired by chant without injury, then there are only two possible reasons.

One possibility is that this injury is not as simple as it seems.

For example, an ice pick is inserted through the abdomen to mash the spleen and liver.

From the outside. The only wound was a small gap in the lower left abdomen. But it was the fragile internal organs that were actually damaged.

In this case, if you use only enough divine power to heal the small gap to cast the Woundless Chant, the "injury" of the small wound will naturally not be removed.

Another possibility is that the pain in Roland's right eye is not counted in the concept of "injury".

Instructor thinks. Roland is still intact.

"Teacher...what the **** is going on here..."

Roland murmured.

But at this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

Roland kept his hands covering his eyes and turned his head to look at the door with his left eye.

It's Robert.

"Ro..."

As soon as Roland spoke up, he realized that because his right eye had been stimulated by strong light before, not only his nose was sore, but his throat was also choked up.

To avoid misunderstanding Robert. Roland closed his mouth immediately.

But looking at Roland with pear blossoms and rain, Robert fell silent.

"Herland, have you had a nightmare?"

"No……"

Roland just wanted to deny it, but the sound came out in a crying voice, so Roland closed his mouth in despair.

... can't explain it.

"……Feel sorry."

He stood there in a trance looking at Roland, whose face was full of tears and his eyes were wet.

Roland's whole body is not well.

Although I don't know what the plot was in Robert's mind, in short, it must be the kind of thing that would make Roland want to kill him, so Roland didn't ask.

"Forget it. That's it."

Roland said softly in a self-sacrificing voice.

But before he could cast another innocence chant to suppress the pain, he heard the door open again.

This time it's Scott.

His eyes were still as cold, and his voice was slow and inexplicable rhythm: "His Royal Highness Anvilia wants to see you."

"……understood."

This time Roland cleared his throat a little before speaking.

But even so, his voice was hoarse.

Fortunately, Scott doesn't care about these details.

He just took the first two steps again, stretched out his hands and respectfully handed a black thing.

Scott said softly: "This is the blindfold that His Highness gave you."

Roland covered his right eye tightly with his right hand, and took the blindfold with some doubts. I put it on my right eye.

Immediately, Roland felt a lot cooler in his right eye.

I tentatively opened my eyes, except that my vision was slightly shifted, but there was no pain in my right eye again.

Very targeted.

How did Anglia know that there would be a problem with her right eye?

...Wait, wouldn't she be the one who saw her dream?

thought here. Roland couldn't help but feel tight.

Roland's dream is not the world of Farns.

In fact, except for the day he blew up the City of Fortune, all his dreams were about Earth.

But to be honest, even Anvilia found out that she was a character in the game. Roland won't be too nervous.

After all, Roland is still not sure whether he really crossed into the game world, or whether he had hallucinations because he didn't take the medicine on time.

If he had a choice, Roland would rather stay in the Farns world.

In another world, Roland has nothing to worry about.

Instead of eating haloperidol every day and living in the dark. It is better to come to the world of Farns and live a lively and lively life.

At least this can give Roland a thought.

In fact, Roland is very grateful to Anvilia.

Although the previous nightmare has caused great trouble to Roland now, it has also made Roland understand or think of something.

It was a memory from my own blank three years. is an integral part of Roland.

Roland had a hunch that if he could figure out the memory of the past three years, then he might be able to solve the mystery about his sister.

After the dream is over, the memory related to the dream emerges.

As a six or seven-year-old child, how Roland himself killed two thieves, a man and a woman, with a pair of iron pliers—these vague images still reverberated in Roland's mind.

But at the same time, it brought an even bigger mystery to Roland.

Why are you so skilled in your movements?

What have you done before?

Why didn't the parents go home?

And ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Roland's most important point...

...Why, that bed is empty?

Even if Scott didn't know Roland was coming, Roland had to go to Anvilia.

Roland's intuition told him.

Anvilia knows things far beyond her imagination.

Whether it was for his own memory or the next plan, Roland had to find Anvilia.

...Hope the old Joseph on the other side is going well.

Roland sighed like this, rolled over from Anvilia's bed, put on his coat, and followed Scott out. (To be continued.)