Chapter 509 – Killing Intent
Chapter 509: Killing Intent
Seeing the farmer for the third time, the farmer continued to apologize warmly at first and asked if Saul had seen a ten year old boy with red hair and a big nose.
Saul looks at the farmer fixedly this time and smiles, “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen that boy.”
The farmer is a little disappointed, but doesn’t suspect Saul of being the murderer anymore.
“It’s getting late, you’re standing here, would you like me to take you into the village to rest for the night?”
Saul readily agreed, “Yes, thank you.”
The farmer was cheerful, “Our village hasn’t had any outsiders for a long time. Get in the car and sit down, just sit directly on the straw, it’s soft and not afraid of pressure.”
Saul got into the car, and when he sat down, he deliberately took the opportunity of arranging the “cushion” to move the straw a little.
This time there was still no body in the straw.
The carriage drove into the village, and when he passed the outermost house, Saul saw two strong men standing under the eaves of the house.
They held short swords in their hands, the same two guards who had killed Saul for the second time.
But this time, when they saw the farmer as well as Saul sitting in the cart, they just casually glanced at them and retreated back to chatting under the shadow of the eaves.
The farmer’s house was not adjacent to the main road in the very center of the village, but had to be traversed through a shabby lane between two houses.
His home was a two-story hut, though, and was already considered a luxurious house among the outlying cottages.
The farmer pulled up in front of the door and invited Saul inside.
The door to the room was chained from the inside and the farmer failed to push it open.
“I think my wife locked the door. Normally I’d go ahead and deliver the straw at this time, but I thought you’d be hungry, so I came back early.” The farmer chuckled, then raised his rough palms to snap and knock on the door.
“Come, come.” The voice from the house was a bit panicked, then there was the sound of “thumping” down the stairs.
The bolt was taken down, the door opened, and a slightly chubby, middle-aged peasant woman with a turban wrapped around her head came out from inside.
“Why are you back so early today?”
“Why are you so slow?”
After opening the door, the farmer and the farmer’s wife spoke almost at the same time, and there was a bit of impatience in their words.
In the end, it was the farmer’s wife who made way first, “I was upstairs packing up, I heard the sound and ran down, where was I slow?”
The farmer, however, was not satisfied, “It was not easy for me to bring a guest over, and you still locked the door. Quickly go and bring out the dinner to entertain my guest.”
The farmer’s wife glanced at Saul, still looking a bit flustered. The farmer urged her once more, and only then did she turn to the small house on the left hand side of the first floor to prepare the meal.
Who would have expected that just as the peasant woman left, the farmer suddenly looked suspiciously to the second floor, “I’ll go to the second floor to get a bottle of wine.”
Saul actually wanted to say no, but he understood that the farmer’s so-called getting wine was just an excuse.
The farmer ran up the stairs in three steps, while the farmer’s wife had just walked out with a bowl and a fork and spoon.
Seeing the farmer going up to the second floor, she was startled, “What are you doing up there?”
The farmer simply ignored her, and the farmer’s wife chased after her two steps, but still stopped in front of the stairs.
“You don’t want to mess up the store room again!” The peasant woman put the dishes on the table in the living room.
Her hands were shaking and she was obviously nervous.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the second floor, followed by another moment of confusion, and then Saul saw a dark figure fall from the window to his side.
Saul moved closer to the window to see that it was a strange youth lying on the ground with a familiar pitchfork sticking out of his neck.
Before Saul could marvel at another ethical drama, the farmer’s wife’s resentful voice rang out behind him.
“I blame you!”
Saul turned around and saw the peasant woman holding up a tined fork for eating in her hand as she rushed toward him.
“You can blame me for this?” Saul, who already knew that the people here were not simple, immediately worked his magic.
“If you weren’t going to be a guest, he wouldn’t have come back early!”
A black blade appeared behind the peasant woman.
However, when the blade fell, it was still blocked by an invisible barrier.
“It seems it’s not a matter of stealing or not stealing.” Saul already knew how this one would end, but he still struggled to try to escape by jumping out of the window. However, the moment he decided to escape, the peasant woman, who was still two or three meters away from him, came to him in the blink of an eye and plunged a fork into Saul’s eyes, piercing all the way through Saul’s brain.
Saul: “……”
Herman: [It hurts just to look at it!
Saul thought he would die immediately, but he remained conscious for about ten seconds.
During this time, he sees the peasant woman dragging herself by her legs and into the hut to his left.
There was the kitchen, and once inside Saul saw a stove.
The farmer’s wife then turned and lifted Saul’s head again, picking him up, so Saul saw what was inside the stove.
A pot of bubbling, thick soup with no visible ingredients, with several strands of red hair floating on top.
“Just in time, the original soup base is due for a change.” The peasant woman muttered, drawing out the knife on the counter with one hand before swinging it down hard!
[You’re cooked.
……
Sol: “Why is she still in the mood to cook? Shouldn’t she be waiting for the farmer to come down before killing the farmer or being killed by the farmer?”
Agu: [I think it’s because no one in this village is normal].
Re-standing outside the village Saul didn’t look at the image on the golden pages again.
This time, even he couldn’t bear to look at the image, and several other consciousnesses likewise skipped over the topic.
Morton: [Master, it’s now the fourth time we’ve started over. Have you ever felt your spiritual power or magic power being depleted?”]
Sol knew what Morton was worried about, “I test my physical condition every time I restart. But there has been no depletion until now.”
Agu: [Surprisingly, it doesn’t cost you anything? That’s really scary.”]
Herman wonders, [Why is it scary that you don’t have to pay a price?]
“Because it’s the free ones that are the most expensive. But right now this is not the most important thing.” Thor said, then he stood still and waited for the farmer to skim over himself in his wagon.
The next development was the same as the third time, Saul agreed to the farmer’s invitation to enter the village.
On the way, Saul thought about the previous three times when he had died.
“Each time I died, I died in a situation where someone else tried to kill me.”
Morton: [I’ve noticed that too. Maybe the rule of this place is that those who harbor murderous intentions can’t be confronted?”]
“It’s possible. I only struck out to kill the farmer the second time. At the time, I had just recovered from being killed and resurrected the first time, and it was natural for me to face the farmer with killing intent.”
But after thinking about it, Saul shook his head again, “But I saw that when the others struck out at me, it was also quite normal to have killing intent, but I still couldn’t hurt them. And as you can see from the attempt just now, sneak attacks didn’t work either. So killing intent alone probably won’t work either. But it’s basically certain that once the others develop killing intent against me, then I won’t survive.”
Herman: [It’s also too hard to get everyone to not have killing intent towards their master. The people here obviously all have brain circuits!”]
Saul crossed his fingers, “I have a new idea.”
At this time, the farmer parked his carriage in front of his house, “This is my house, would you like to come in and rest for the night?”
Saul jumped off the wagon and patted the grass seeds and needles underneath him, “Thanks, but I’d like to go to the street first and buy some things.”
The farmer frowned, “Then you should be more careful alone, little Claude just disappeared a few days ago, maybe the bad guys are still in the village.”
Sol nodded, “I’ll be careful this time.”
Saul left the farmer, and the latter didn’t go home immediately, choosing instead to make a delivery first.
Saul watched the farmer’s wagon leave, looked back at the second floor of the farmer’s house, and said nothing, leaving on that note.
“Can you give me a silver coin?”
Walking down the road, Saul was suddenly stopped in his tracks by a cute little girl of seven or eight years old.
Given that people here would kill at the drop of a hat, Saul didn’t ignore the other party just because she was young.
“Can I ask first, what do you want silver coins for?”
“My friend Little Claude has been missing for days. I want silver coins to hire a cart to go out and look for him!” The little girl said with a straight face with her small chest.
(End of chapter)