"Ahem." Sandino straightened up happily, holding the remaining half of a banana in his hand. "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
Cesare sat in the driving seat on the right side and picked up the horse's reins. Crocia sat next to his brother, while Sandino sat on the far left. When the three of them were ready, Cesare raised the reins. Then the carriage slowly drove into the intersection. Not long after he set out on the road, Cesare found that the back of his hand was a little wet, and then a few drops of rain fell down and poured on Cesare's head. The three of them looked up in unison.
The sky that was clear just a moment ago was slowly covered by floating clouds, and the sun gradually disappeared, along with the brilliance of the entire city. Sandino couldn't help complaining: "Didn't it rain heavily just now? Why is it going to rain again?" "It's probably about to enter the rainy season." Crocia responded casually, holding her delicate hands. road.
The weather changed so suddenly that pedestrians on the road could be seen starting to dodge into the buildings, and Cesare
I had not made any preparations to take shelter from the rain. I thought it would be futile to complain. There was still a long way to go back to the city center. I could only pray that the rain would not last too long.
Cesare was not the only one whose mood was affected by the sudden rain. Far away at the other end of the city of Calliu, a small church seemed to have just finished its Sunday prayers. The wooden door was pushed open from the inside out, and people from all walks of life who are equal under God poured out of the door. When people saw that it was going to rain, they hurriedly dispersed. Only a blond boy stood alone where the crowd dispersed.
Cesare's classmate Hilton wore his iconic pure white coat, which almost covered his whole body like a thickened velvet cloak. In addition, today he also wore a rabbit fur hat. The white hat accentuated his handsome and fair face.
Standing alone in the rain, he did not see his group of followers and friends. Perhaps it was the strict family education that made him stick to traditional rules even when he was away from home, and he did not want to involve other people's time.
Hilton looked up at the rainy weather, still holding a cookie distributed by the church in his mouth, and pushed the cookie into his mouth unhurriedly.
Freshly baked butter biscuits and perfectly proportioned blueberry jam, the crunchy sound exudes a sweet and delicious taste that bursts on the lips and teeth. The sweet and sour blueberry jam is like a rapid violin music that hooks people. taste buds, chewing cookies. From the initial crispiness to softness, the soft ghee jam and crispy crumbs of ingredients make people feel extremely rich in taste and satisfaction. Its sweetness is just right, not too obtrusive, and not insignificant.
Of course, perhaps in the mouths of ordinary people, this is just an ordinary biscuit, but Hilton obviously has his own unique understanding and needs for sweets. He closed his eyes tightly and felt the delicious food lingering in his mouth. It seemed that all the worldly worries disappeared invisibly. . Hilton enjoyed the moment and murmured softly: "It's worth it even just for the cookies."
When he swallowed the biscuit, he felt the wet ground tremble. Looking in the distance, he saw a group of fully armed guards marching past the road in front of him. The equipment was far more advanced than the school's security. .
The guards wore solid armor, with their entire bodies covered in steel plates and chain armor except for their faces and arms. Their helmets covered most of their faces and only exposed their eyes and noses, giving people a ruthless and cold impression. These people held in their hands Wearing spears and blunt weapons, and wearing external shawls made of animal skins with the symbol of the cross on them, it means that they will fight for the Pope and even pay with their lives.
Hilton didn't know why these heavily armored soldiers suddenly appeared here and where they were going. Before he could think of a solution, these guards had already disappeared at the end of the road.
Seeing the rain getting heavier and heavier, Sheldon, whose taste buds were already satisfied with the biscuits, had no reason to stay where he was. Thinking of returning to the dormitory quickly, he walked along the road in the direction of San Carlo College. go.
Due to the rainy days, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Many shops are preparing to finish work when the weather is bad. In addition, strong winds are blowing at the moment, and the doors and windows of the houses on both sides are closed. People are worried that the rain will turn out again. Due to the storm a few days ago, the originally bustling streets of Calliu soon seemed deserted. Only the constant sound of wind and rain accompanied Hilton as he continued to move forward.
After walking silently for a while, Hilton suddenly stopped. His expression was a little worried, and he looked around him very vigilantly. At this moment, there was no one around the street. The civilian houses did not have a unified construction style, and they were piled up in a mess. both sides of the road.
The structure of stone and wood has long been dilapidated after all the ups and downs, and some houses even have a big hole exposed, and the poor furniture inside can be seen. When these houses are soaked by rain, the walls of the houses seem to have horrific tears, like It was the giants whose bodies were buried in the mud who were crying out to the besieged teenagers about their tragedy.
Hilton had been on the battlefield, and his father was a border general of the Lonesia Empire. Hilton's education method could not be completely summarized as harsh, and could even be called cruel. In several battles to suppress the rebels, Hilton's father would force his sons to be responsible for the execution of prisoners, and to exercise physical and mental training by killing people with their own hands.
Therefore, at this time, Hilton smelled a smell in the humid air that was so familiar that he could not forget it. It was salty and slightly rusty. It was the smell of blood. The unusually pungent smell of blood was not washed away by the rain. Instead, it permeated the air and was inhaled by Hilton. The smell was unusually strong. In Hilton's memory, there was no building similar to a slaughterhouse nearby. It was so disturbing. The nauseating smell generally only appears when the enemy's heads are hung in a row.
But Hilton is not afraid. Instead, he is worried that someone needs help. He knows that he is not a kind person, but it is against the honor of a military family to refuse to save people. After a moment of hesitation, Hilton looked for the source of the blood smell, slowly left the road and walked into a dim path.
The deeper you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. Hilton took out the ivory cane from his waist and hid it in his coat in case of emergency. He cautiously did not make any sound, with a serious expression. His body still remained strong and he moved forward without letting go of his proud figure until he wore it. After passing a few corners, I saw a homeless man lying in a pool of blood at the end of the path.
"You..." Hilton was about to speak, but his sudden vigilance made him retract his voice. Looking around, he found no other people or signs of a fight. There was only a deep bloodstain on the wall next to the homeless man from the eaves to the root of the wall, as if he had been thrown down from upstairs against the wall. Yes, it fell heavily here.
Hilton, who had been arrogant in the past, rarely lowered his noble head, and carefully looked at the motionless homeless man lying in the distance. This man was wrapped in a dark and tattered cloak, and the blood that seeped out made the cloak shiny. He was black and red, and judging from his body and length, he seemed to be a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body. His whole body was covered by a cloak, so his face could not be seen, and no specific wounds could be seen, but he could vaguely feel the bloody flesh under the cloak and the dislocation of his limbs. .
The rain poured down on his body and the pool of blood around him, making him look like nothing more than a corpse.
In case there were still threats around him, Hilton gently poked the ground with his cane and quietly felt the flow of magic. However, his magic skills were very weak, which was why he was disliked by his father. He came to Studying at the not-so-famous Academy of Saint Carlius, no matter how Hilton used magic to obtain more details, he could only get deathly silence, and he could only give up in the end. Maybe it would be nice if Cesare was here? Hilton couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sometimes that guy's talent was really enviable.
"Help...help me..." Just when Hilton was still thinking, the man under the cloak made a faint trembling voice. The voice was intermittent and weak, and it was accompanied by a hoarse sound of bursting blood bubbles, as if his throat was being injured. It's like someone cutting it with a knife, and the specific meaning of the spoken characters is difficult to discern.
Hilton was shocked that this man could still be alive after losing so much blood. He stopped thinking about it and took two steps forward to further confirm his injuries. And just when he was about to walk in front of the homeless man, Hilton suddenly stopped where he was, and his brows instantly furrowed.
The liquid all over the place could not be normal human blood. The blood pool with the fishy smell was dark in color and looked as thick as the black mycelium in the big beach. There seemed to be bubbles inside, and it seemed to have independent life. They squirmed slowly, as if they were feeding on each other and devouring each other. When the rain fell on them, there was no splash at all. Instead, they fell into the endless abyss and were swallowed up by this blasphemous liquid.
Hilton held the front end of the cane and pulled it out hard. In an instant, a silver light flashed in the rain, and an extremely sharp, bright-looking cane sword was instantly pulled out of the coat, shining with deadly brilliance. Then, Hilton raised his head and asked the creature in front of him sternly without fear: "Look up, what are you..."
The so-called tramp did not respond. Instead, his body under the cloak huddled together in pain, and he murmured in a cry-like voice as if he was pleading: "Black-haired boy...you have his residual scent... …" Hilton stepped back cautiously, but the man suddenly twisted his covered body in a weird posture and crawled half forward, and more black blood flowed out from under the cloak. "You know him...Cesare...his smell is in the south...right, right..."
Hilton's eyes froze when he heard this familiar name. At first he thought he just heard it wrong, but when he thought about it more carefully, he realized that this thing could only be referring to that guy Cesare Hunyadi. Hilton couldn't imagine what the thing in front of him had to do with Cesare, or that the rumors about the Hunyadi family were true, and that something blasphemous to the gods was happening quietly in that mysterious territory.
But no matter what, Hilton was convinced that this thing was definitely not a relative who came to visit Cesare and wanted to have afternoon tea with him, and if the school knew that Cesare was related to this kind of thing, then the guy would face more than just being expelled So simple, and his sister Crocia will undoubtedly be implicated...
Before Hilton could react to the terrifying message, the thing moved forward again. An arm that was so pale that it was almost rotten stretched out from under the cloak. Among the wounds of uneven sizes, black hyphae filled them. The bloody mouth didn't look like what a living person should look like, and just when the arm was about to grab Hilton's boots, the sharp blade touched the outline of the man's head.
"Don't come any closer, this is your final warning!" As soon as he finished speaking, the thing's finger extended another inch forward, and in response, the ruthless sharp blade stabbed down on the top of his head without hesitation. Hilton has killed people before, and he is not afraid of killing people, not to mention that at this moment he firmly believes that this thing is not a human at all. Hilton's eyes are firm and his body is straight. He did not breathe a sigh of relief until the feeling of his skull being pierced by the sword blade spread from the blade to his arm.
But at the same time, just when Hilton thought it was over, in the blink of an eye, he felt that the light in front of his eyes failed to recover after blinking instinctively. Something hit his side hard, and there was no reaction at all. At this time, everything happened very suddenly. The huge impact took Hilton's feet off the ground and knocked the boy's entire body away instantly.
