Chapter 1782 The Curtain Rises

The mist twisted slightly, and the face it formed also became distorted.

What was originally lifelike, at this time, only remains strange.

What's even more weird is that when faced with the inquiry from the superior evil spirit, Mist Face said everything in a daze.

"I'm not going to tell you that we are not 'remnants' at all."

"I won't tell you, that's what we originally planned."

"I won't tell you that we have already gained an unexpected advantage."

Sentence after sentence.

The expression of the superior evil spirit became more and more serious as the other party spoke.

Regarding the copy world in front of them, the high-ranking evil spirits who have been following Kieran know what is going on.

It and its boss are interlopers.

The 'broker' is also considered an intruder.

However, the opponent has advance moves and arrangements.

Although it has only locked on 'Boll' now, it believes that since the entry point of 'Broker' is 'Boll', then 'Boll' must be different in some way.

Moreover, the upper evil spirit is sure that his boss follows the other party because of this.

Otherwise, based on its understanding of its boss, it would have started a plan to maximize profits at this time, rather than this kind of trick-taking.

It's just thinking about what the 'broker' wants.

And now...

"Is this what the guy wants?"

"A riot?"

While the upper evil spirit was guessing, he told Qin Ran everything he saw and heard.

Then, the superior evil spirit who received the new order directly put the bone bracelet into the secret pocket of his sleeve.

It is impossible to harden steel, so you can only rely on illusions to barely complete the Boss's mission.

Thinking about the boss's new mission, the upper-level evil spirit muttered silently in his heart.

Then, the night wind blew.

The figure disappeared.

…

call.

The night wind blew by, and many people subconsciously shrank their necks.

The night breeze in Hokuriku is not as pleasant as in the south.

It's cold and bone-piercing.

Even if you wear cotton-padded clothes and stand still for half an hour while blowing, your whole body will be numb from the cold, especially your exposed nose and ears, which will suffer from frostbite.

Therefore, when everyone passed Sivalka, they looked at this man in casual clothes with surprise, without a coat, hat or scarf.

The other party just stood in the night, raising his head and looking at the moon.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Like a smile.

Also like disdain.

It's hard to tell what he is doing.

Some people thought they saw idiots and fools and couldn't help curling their lips.

Some people fled in a hurry, thinking they were seeing a madman.

Others were surprised and uncertain.

These people are the kind who have extraordinary knowledge, and they are confirming whether Sivalka has extraordinary power.

Sivalka didn't care at all.

He doesn't have much 'rest' time, so he doesn't have time to waste with these people.

Especially when she had a conflict with some people during her first 'break', ended her 'break' early, and canceled a subsequent message, Sivalka had long since learned to be calm.

What else to do?

Is it possible to die?

No way.

Sivalka knew how afraid of death she was.

When he was a mercenary, he was nicknamed "Sibalka the Death-Afraid".

However, he doesn't care.

The most important thing is to live, isn't it?

There is hope only when you are alive.

died……

Then it's really all over.

He admired those guys who claimed to be brave and always charged forward, so every time he visited a grave, he always brought an extra bouquet of wild flowers picked from the roadside.

liquor?

I'm sorry, but it would be nice if timid Sivalka had a full stomach.

If you don’t have any extra money, go buy wine.

After becoming a butler with a sword, Sivalka was able to eat well every time and had a glass of wine every day, which was something he had once dreamed of but could not get.

Sweet and sour, very good.

He would like it even more if the color wasn't red.

When she thought of that red liquid, Sivalka's throat began to feel itchy, and her whole stomach twitched.

vomit!

Holding on to the wall on the side.

Sivalka retched.

This is a side effect of using ‘residues’.

Between the index finger and thumb of an adult, the eyes of an adult woman, and a liter of blood (preferably virgin), the dark hall gave him the latter.

After all, the latter is regenerative.

But one liter!

Even if it is water, it will take a long time to drink it.

Not to mention blood!

Sivalka would never touch those things if she wasn't worried about being punished every time she failed to complete the task.

This made him feel that he was no different from those rumored vampire demons.

No!

Those vampire demons are much braver than me.

Who am I?

I am just a timid Sivalka.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

A childish female voice sounded.

Sivalka raised her head and saw a very plainly dressed little girl with patches standing there, looking at him worriedly.

Sivalka looked around.

Only then did he realize that he had wandered into the shantytown on the lower seventh ring road of Fort Etantino at some unknown time.

This is considered the slum of Etantinople.

Some bankrupt businessmen.

Disabled people who have lost their jobs.

They will all end up here in the end.

Of course, some women and children are also included.

Obviously, the other party is one of them.

"fine."

Sivalka shook her head.

He wanted nothing to do with the poor.

Because it's really too much trouble.

He himself has too much time to take care of himself, and it will be even more troublesome if he is involved too much.

"Uncle, wait a moment."

The little girl turned around and ran back to the room as she spoke, and then walked out the next moment holding a glass of hot water.

"Mom said it would be better to drink something hot at this time."

"Uncle, you have to remember that there is hope when you are alive."

Looking at the hot water cup handed in front of her and listening to the little girl's pretentious words, Sivalka smiled and shook her head.

There was no doubt that the little girl took him for a wandering bankrupt.

No more explanation.

Sivalka took the hot water cup and drank it in one gulp.

"Thanks."

He thanked him with a smile and subconsciously reached for the wallet in his pocket.

How could Sivalka be short of money as a butler with a sword?

You know, the secret hall also pays a salary. Although it is not as good as some rich people, it is more than enough than ordinary people.

However, when she reached for her wallet, Sivalka was stunned.

He didn't bring his wallet.

Because he was so eager for 'rest' time, he couldn't wait to leave the dark hall.

Damn it!

I originally hoped to use money to understand this trouble.

Now it seems……

Just as Sivalka was touching her pocket and frowning, the little girl hesitated, finally turned around and ran back to the room, and then took out a scarf.

Not woolen.

They were made out of worn-out clothes.

Very compact.

Belongs to the little girl herself.

"Uncle, give it to you."

"It'll be warmer."

"There is another bed there, which belongs to the lame uncle. He has a bad temper, but if you talk nicely, he will let you sleep on credit first. Moreover, the lame uncle will also introduce you to a job. , as long as you have a job, you can rent an old coat from the lame uncle. If you want to eat, you can go to Aunt One-Eyed. She can also give you credit, but when you make money, you must return it to her. , she has four children to raise..."

Listening to the survival guide in the shanty town, Sivalka looked at the little girl blankly.

He could tell that the little girl knew he was out of money.

The shabby scarf handed to her eyes is enough to show that the little girl's family is not rich, or rather poor.

"You are already like this, why are you still doing this?"

Siwalka couldn't help but asked.

"Because we also survived with the help of others."

"So, my mother said we should also help more people like us."

The little girl said innocently, looking at Sivalka with innocent eyes, with a slight smile.

There is no utility.

There is no plot at all.

Just help.

Simply helpful.

"OK, thanks."

Taking a deep breath, Sivalka thanked him again, but he did not take the scarf.

He does not need it.

But the little girl needs it.

Looking at the bruises on the little girl's hand, Sivalka pointed to the place where the little girl had been.

"I know where I'm going."

"Go back quickly."

"besides……"

"Don't talk to strangers casually in the future. It's very dangerous."

Sivalka pointed to the door behind him, and he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. Apparently the little girl's elders noticed that the little girl was missing. With a smile, Sivalka moved towards the location pointed by the little girl before the other party appeared. Go.

He certainly doesn't need to find a job.

But he couldn't bear to let the little girl down.

for……

That helps.

Sivalka walked forward, and the little girl's mother's low voice could be heard behind her.

"Ellie, I told you not to go out casually."

"Go back quickly."

The little girl was pulled back to the dilapidated house by her mother. Sivalka couldn't help but look back. The little girl waved to him to say goodbye.

Sivalka waved in response.

The shabby door was closed.

After Sivalka made sure that the little girl wouldn't see him, she took a detour and walked toward the Middle Third Ring Road.

With a spring in his step, he had made up his mind.

Next time you take a break, bring plenty of Kimptons with you.

Good things come to you.

Ellie deserves his reward.

Maybe not too much.

But at least, get Ellie out of this environment.

He knew what would happen here.

If there was no previous help, forget it. With the previous help, he didn't want an innocent little girl to encounter that.

Another huge amount of unnecessary expense!

So, from now on, you need to bring a wallet with you when you go out!

Things that could obviously be solved with two or three coppers now cost at least 50. No, there are also her mother and sister. If she wants to settle in the next ring near the middle third ring, it will cost at least 100 goldptons.

My pension has shrunk again.

Sibalka, who was thinking silently in her heart, looked depressed.

But in his heart, he felt a little warm.

People are always warmed inadvertently.

Then, choose to warm others.

Maybe sometimes, everyone has already forgotten the beginning.

Became cold and selfish.

But when a moment of warmth appears, who won’t take off their disguise?

Maybe.

But not Sivalka.

He knew that he was a coward, not an indifferent person.

Humming a tune from her hometown, Sivalka prepared to spin a little longer.

However, annoying people always appear when he is in a good mood.

The ‘Supervisor’ stepped out from the shadows on the street.

"What's wrong?"

"The break isn't over yet, is it?"

Sivalka raised her eyebrows and asked in a bad tone.

He doesn't have any good impression of these cold 'regulators'.

Not only because of the supervision, but also because of the indifference of these guys. If there is anyone who will not be warmed, these guys are definitely one of them.

"There was an accident on the mission."

"Death of the Priest of Divanor."

"Need you to confirm the latest situation."

The 'Supervisor' said coldly, his tone not fluctuating at all, and his voice was so cold that he shivered.

"Mission accident?"

Sivalka was startled.

It's not like he has never failed a mission.

Accidents happen at any time.

However, this was the first time that the leader on a mission died.

Moreover, it is Divano who is still the troublesome guy.

The other party is a direct descendant of Antang and is highly favored by several big shots.

Now the other party is dead.

He's in trouble.

"good."

Thinking of this, timid Sivalka nodded repeatedly.

He didn't want to waste any more time at this time.

Because this may very well become his ‘evidence’!

Following the 'regulator', Sivalka thought about what he would face next, and how to deal with it.

Through the streets and alleys.

Bishop's, Sivalka noticed something was wrong.

This is not the way back to the dark hall.

Immediately, Sivalka stopped.

But soon it was back to normal.

The muzzle of a matchlock gun was pressed against his lower back.

Although his body has already surpassed that of ordinary people because of the 'residues', he is not invulnerable. Weapons such as a matchlock gun are enough to injure him.

If you are injured, you will bleed, and if you bleed too much, you will die.

So, Sivalkar knew what to do.

The person who was held hostage followed the 'regulator', and soon Sivalka came to a place.

It is a residential building close to the Upper Seventh Ring Road.

Most businessmen like to live here.

Of course, there are also hotels.

The famous ‘Carrot’ hotel is nearby.

The kidnapper stopped.

The ‘regulator’ also stopped.

The kidnapper did not show up, but the 'supervisor' said: "Sivalka, you must have 'awakened' too, right?"

"'Awakening'?"

"What's the meaning?"

Sivalka asked in confusion.

"Of course it's the awakening of 'self'!"

"Do you still want to be regarded as some kind of 'residue'?"

"Or……"

"You think I'm lying to you?"

The 'Supervisor' said, his cloak shook, and tentacles stretched out from under the cloak. The other person's face was also revealed as he took off his hood. There was no nose. Instead of the nose, there was a mouth, a connected Opening the original mouth, the fangs and sharp teeth stood out in it, and a tongue kept licking back and forth.

"Unleash your power!"

"join us!"

"Then, counterattack!"

"It's our time..."

puff!

A dagger flashed out of the shadows, passing past the 'regulator' and the kidnapper behind him, and then fell into the hands of an old-looking man.

The other party's black and gray windbreaker rustled in the night wind.

The other party's voice entered Silvaka's ears with the wind.

"Are you also an 'evil'?"

PS After taking the medicine for two days, Feilong felt much better when he woke up today, so he stopped taking it. Then, in the afternoon, his teeth started to hurt again. What a shame!