Chapter 523 Ch522 Halida's Treasure

Chapter 523 Ch.522 Halida's Treasure

The collapsed wooden house was not big to begin with, and half of it became a ruin.

Stumbling, Shandel followed Roland through the sloppily covered branches and crooked tree trunks, bypassing a pile of wood chips and discarded rusty nails.

The soles of his boots rolled over them, making a loud creaking sound in the silence.

Then.

A leopard-like shadow jumped out from behind the wall, and five sharp fingers scratched Roland's neck.

- Passing through the phantom.

Then Shandel punched her in the face and kicked her in the stomach with the tip of his boot!

With a thud.

She rolled several times, roared like a beast, and crawled back to the 'room' on all fours - an open-air 'room' with a broken wall.

Shandel glanced at Roland, silently put the dagger he had pulled out back into the soft sheath, and curled his lips like Rose often did.

Halida…

Roland walked into the hunter’s cabin without a door or door frame.

The nose gave the alarm before the eyes.

A strong smell of decay drilled into the nostrils.

Halida knelt in the corner, hugging the source of the smell, holding it tightly with her hands, and staring at the two people who were walking slowly with vigilance, as if she was afraid that someone would steal her treasure.

Yes.

The source of the smell was the body of a baby.

A highly decayed body.

The baby had been dead for a long time, and the foul-smelling exudate from its skin was probably unbearable for even the bones. It was covered with rotten sores, and in the soaking of the exudate and the kneading and slapping like a cradle, it made a sound like watery, slippery and sticky fat.

It was shiny all over, and its rotten eyeballs, nostrils and unnaturally open mouth were filled with maggots like granulation squirming in the crowd.

They squeezed, drilled, shrank together, and sprinkled out with the humming and swaying of the "mother".

The woman with black hair and silver eyes hummed a not-so-common nursery rhyme.

This gradually calmed her and the child in her arms.

She stared at Roland and Shandel, freed one hand, and picked up the paper box hidden behind her back. The milk inside had long gone bad, and black bugs flew out from the inside when she shook it.

Roland watched her quietly.

Watching her pour the remaining black milk into the baby's mouth, maggots flowed out.

They slid down the rotten and damaged skin, the unnaturally swollen belly, and the brown and yellow fat on the thighs.

Then.

On the floor, struggling in the stench.

Behind her were several piles of incomplete bones, all dug out from the grave.

"Halida."

Roland called softly.

There was a chaos in the silver eyes through the black hair.

She should know this person, but it seems that she shouldn't know him now.

"...Woof." She wanted to call Roland's name, but she had forgotten it long ago. She just pulled her uncontrollable face and put on a friendly hideous look.

However

When Roland leaned over to her and stretched out his hand, she retreated again.

She gathered all the rotten and bone-like things into her arms, hugged them tightly, curled up, and used her arms, knees, and calves to block the bad guys to prevent them from stealing her treasures.

"Brother..."

She spoke the complete words hoarsely.

"Mine."

She retreated to the corner.

She hadn't drunk water for a long time, and hadn't eaten the food that people should eat - the good ones were left by him to the children, and the children who fell asleep early left them to maggots and ants.

Squeak.

Shandel's leather boots suddenly stepped on a raised wooden board.

This undoubtedly alerted the mother who had several children instantly!

She was afraid of the smell of this gray-haired, blue-eyed monster. She could feel the danger that was approaching at any time, the malice like a knife blade, and the terrifying smile with a precise angle.

But the mother was the wind that lost her legs.

How could she abandon her children?

"He——!" The cheetah was angry, but its body was shrinking, almost competing for territory with the spider webs and soil in the corner.

"She is afraid of me."

Xindel was in high spirits, biting her lower lip tightly, eager to try.

This is much more interesting than animals and mentally normal people.

"Xindel."

Roland whispered her name.

The girl suddenly stopped moving forward, slowed down her rapidly rising and falling chest, tilted her head, and had a strange expression: "Have you thought about how to cover this up, Master?" "Fernandez Devinson is not the kind of executive who will let the criminal go just because 'we are friends'. He doesn't have a flexible mind, and this matter may come to Enid Jutia's attention-you don't want things to get to this point, right?"

Of course.

Grave digging is easy to cover up, but there is indeed a living person in this case.

The baby in her arms.

If Halida is caught, there will be only one outcome - maybe Roland can say a few words for her and save her from being hanged.

Then, live in a dark cell without seeing the sun for ten years?

"I can give you a suggestion..."

There is a trace of pity in Shandel's smile.

"A cultist who steals babies happened to steal Halida's brother. The foolish girl followed him to the dense forest outside the city. Executor Shandel Kratov and Roland Collins rescued her - unfortunately, in the battle with the cultists, Captain Fernandez Devinson died to protect his team members..."

The devout believer clasped his hands together and prayed with his eyes down.

"...May the Father of All Things bless his fearless soul."

Roland was silent for a moment, staring at the trembling woman in the corner.

She was still wearing the same outfit they had first met, and there were many cuts on her exposed skin.

A pair of slender feet were bare, and the toes were filled with mud.

She and Roland looked at each other, then quickly looked away and hugged the babies in her arms.

Then, he quietly turned his head to look at Roland, but his eyes still flickered away.

"mine…"

She mumbled dumbly.

"be mine…"

Roland turned around and looked at Xander, who had already drawn his gun: "Just do what you said - the first half, Xander. I don't know where you came to the conclusion that the two of us can deal with a fourth-level ringer. Were you not present at the battle at Bristol?"

"You should know what kind of power Fernandez has."

Xander looked disappointed: "I also want to hear you say, 'How can we hurt Fernandez?' - Roland, you are really disappointing."

"You get used to being disappointed."

"I don't want to get used to it at all." Xander lowered his gun slightly and pulled the trigger.

Bang--!

The bullet grazed Roland's trousers and nailed into the already soft wooden board.

then.

It was a continuous blast of gunfire.

It broke the silence of the dense forest and echoed through the entire cemetery in the gusts of wind.

"Don't die in the captain's hands, Roland."

Xander emptied the bullet, dropped the gun, and pulled out the dagger.

"If that thief were here, he probably wouldn't approve of you facing a four-ring "Holy Flame" for such a thing. "

Xander glanced at the mad woman who was covering her ears and wailing, a trace of malice flashed in her eyes: "I hate it when someone causes trouble for you."

Roland was silent.

"Xander."

"Um?"

"The last person who caused me trouble... was you."

Xander looked innocent: "Isn't that a romantic love story? The warrior saved the sleeping princess..."

Roland bent down and picked up the piece of trousers that had been torn off by the bullet, and put it into his pocket: "Can I choose to be the king?"

Xander was surprised and happy: "Then...father?"

Roland:......

Too lazy to talk to the sick woman, Roland bent down and dusted off the maggots squirming on Halida's arm, brushing her greasy black hair away: "If you forget my name, I can say it again."

"I'm Roland Collins."

he whispered.

The white gauze hanging down from nothingness drizzled on the man's body like a clear spring.

Those silver eyes suddenly enlarged.

She saw it.

Behind the hazy gauze...

'younger brother…'

Halida murmured and stretched out her hand, but was interrupted by a deafening roar.

Behind the crumbling brick walls, a storm raged.

"Cultist!!"