Chapter 556 – The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 556 – The Abandoned Boy
The downside is that it’s expensive?
Saul laughed coldly in his heart as he continued to transmit his voice, “Will you die if you inhale too much?”
Kismet raised his eyebrows, “What makes you think so?”
“Would that be addictive?”
“While it is true that that state of divine clarity and extreme mental clarity is mesmerizing, if you’re talking about drug addiction, no.”
Surprisingly, there were no side effects at all?
How did Saul find that less than believable?
Especially since it was coming from the mouth of a conspirator and a great liar.
Kismet could see that Saul was being skeptical again, and said helplessly, “The ant acid of the bowback termite has been filtered of all toxicity through the commoners before it is extracted, and the ones that are brought in for the outside wizards to use are all non-toxic and diluted many times.”
He took the candle that had been held up for a long time from the girl, gave it to the magic crystal, and then shoved it directly into Sol’s coat pocket.
“Try it, won’t you know if it will kill you?”
The words came straight from him.
It made the girl on the side shrink in fear.
Thor and Kismet both stood in the doorway of the hall until the next guest walked in before following the girl to a random table and sitting down.
Kismet whispered something to the girl, who was a little surprised, but nodded and trotted off.
When there was no one around, Saul reached out his hand at Kismet and said nonchalantly, “You said there was a golden page sitting in the land of no man, now that we’re both in the land of no man, can I have it?”
Kismet spread his hands, “I don’t have it with me, but don’t worry, I have him in a very safe place.”
Saul withdrew his hand, wondering if this Kismet didn’t want to give him the golden pages right away.
Since the golden book pages were not here, Saul did not bother with him.
He looked around stealthily.
Observing the looks of those wizards absorbing the Spirit Reading Candle.
He squinted his eyes and didn’t see anything unusual in the candles.
It seemed to be just a special kind of energy.
“What are you doing here?” After a while, Saul casually asked when he saw that Kismet was just sitting where he was and hadn’t lit a spirit-reading candle for himself.
“Meeting someone.” Kismet leaned lazily on the seat, one foot on it, “To deliver something.”
After another five minutes, Saul saw Kismet’s eyes fixate on the depths of the hall and followed suit, craning his head.
Just as he turned around, he saw a woman in a long red dress with a high belly coming out from behind layers and layers of light veils.
With a careless smile on her face, she looked at the crowd in the hall as if she was looking at ants on the ground.
But when her gaze fell on Kismet, a sudden light appeared in her eyes.
She made her way through the crowd, ignoring the apprentices and wizards who bowed their heads in greeting to her.
Kismet stood up nonchalantly and had just taken two steps when the woman in the red dress had come to him with her belly.
“It’s been a long time, Kismet, I thought you had been captured and eaten back by the Lord of the Sky.”
“Dolly.” Kismet tapped the other party with the tip of his finger.
The two then embraced gently.
Saul stepped aside, noting that Kismet didn’t touch the other’s stomach.
The hug was awkward.
The two quickly separated.
Kismet reached through the air and pretended to stroke it twice, sighing, “It’s almost out.”
Dolly looked down, smiling at her stomach, “Thanks to you.”
Saul: “?”
Dolly invites Kismet into the back of the veil and the two leave without even saying hello.
Only, as Kismet lifted the veil, she looked back at Saul and suddenly revealed a strange smile.
Saul: “!”
“This guy!” When Kismet was gone, Saul just got up and left.
Continuing to stay in this General Court, there was always a feeling that something bad would happen.
Crossing the path, Saul retraced his steps back to the vicinity of the settlement’s exit.
There should be more than one exit here, but apparently this was the only one informed to outsiders.
Saul was thinking that even if the quicksand termites in the Survivor’s Ancient Forest were a hoax, he wanted to go over there and take a look.
After all, the person who told him that was also a liar.
Just as Saul was walking near the gate, he suddenly saw a man holding a twitching, pale boy, walking over to the place against the wall and casually throwing it on the ground.
He was followed by a man with a full beard.
“He didn’t make it through.” The man who threw the boy away was filled with impatience, “Give me back my food.”
The man with the full beard walked over to the corner, looked down at the boy who had just stopped convulsing, and touched his neck before turning back around and saying playfully, “It’s all eaten.”
The other man cursed and slapped the man across the face, only to see that the other man didn’t duck and just laughed before he cursed and walked away.
When the bystanders saw this scene, they all carefully stepped aside for fear of being angered by the men.
Only when the man walked away did the bearded man pick up the boy in his arms.
At this time, an old woman seemed to be unable to look at it and advised in a low voice, “Find a good place for the child to be buried. It’s lost if you leave it here.”
Who expected the bearded man to shake his head, “I made a deal with the mountain tumbler, if he didn’t make it through, I’ll sell the body to him, and I can get some food.”
The old woman’s eyes showed her intolerance, but she knew she couldn’t change anything, so she simply turned her back and left.
Although Saul stood far away, but with his excellent eyesight, he still saw everything that happened over there clearly.
The bearded man, holding the boy in his arms, walked into the gate under the fence and disappeared into the shadows.
Saul’s gaze followed the boy in his arms into the darkness.
With his ability, he could naturally tell that the boy was still alive, just temporarily closed.
However, if he wasn’t saved in time, this short period of closing his breath would also turn into real death.
Saul thought of the new injury on the bottom of the boy’s foot and lifted his steps to follow.
The old man with the flowerpot guarding the gate was originally resting with his eyes closed as he passed through the passage under the fence.
After sensing Saul’s magic power fluctuation, he immediately opened his eyes and stared at him.
The old man of the flower pot did not express any doubt about Saul s behavior of just coming in and leaving, but instead looked a little …… nervous?
However, Saul didn’t say anything and pretended that he was nothing more than a person who happened to be passing by, and wasn’t interested in the man in front of him who quickly stepped out of the passageway.
It wasn’t until Saul walked out of the gates and left the passage that the old man in the flowerpot slowly closed his eyes.
Leaving the settlement, Saul saw that the bearded man in front of him holding the boy had stood under the fence to his left.
A small donkey cart was parked there.
The rear cart pocket was covered by a huge piece of black leather that rose high.
A corpse stench was coming from it.
The moment Saul’s figure left the gate, it immediately entered a blurry, illusory state, and even though it had slowly approached the bearded man and the cart driver, the two did not notice it in the slightest.
Saul then watched as the bearded man handed the boy over to the coachman, but also handed the coachman a small package.
The coachman said nothing, and without changing his face, stuffed the small package into his arms, and then lifted up the black leather behind him, revealing the corpses piled up a meter high inside.
The bearded man immediately twisted his head away and couldn’t help but turn back to look.
Those corpses were sprinkled with a thin layer of soil, but it could be seen that most of them were black and red, and some of their skin was carbonized, and their deaths weren’t gory, but they were still very gruesome.
The bearded man cringed for a moment, but the carter moved sharply, grabbing the boy by the waist of his pants and lifting the man up whole before throwing him backhandedly at the top of the pile of corpses.
He pushed away the bearded man, who was still trying to say something, and got into the donkey cart, quickly leaving.
“Is this the Mountain Tumbler? It’s also just an ordinary man with no magic power.” Saul rubbed his chin and looked at the bearded man who had already turned around and ran towards the gate, choosing to continue following the donkey cart.
The mountain tumbler’s body was robust, and from the action of carrying the man up and throwing him just now, it seemed that he also had some martial arts skills.
If he was outside, he might also be a high-ranking warrior, but just here, he could only be a carriage driver transporting corpses.
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