unreliable adventure

Chapter 12

The anti-phantom app in Fierro's hand was still beeping. Fierro asked Fran what the hell you were doing, and Fran shrugged and spread his hands.But I saw Wayne rushing over from there.He was carrying a huge luggage on his back, sweating profusely, and blushing.Fran stepped forward to ask him what happened, but he didn't answer, just spread his backpack on the table, bent over and panted heavily.

Sitting in front of the desk in the office was a handsome quartermaster with an awkward expression: "Ah, the hero Wayne still remembers returning to the team on time."

"Take an inventory and see if it's enough?" The backpack is full of trophies of various colors, and a table is piled up.There are many gold and silver coins, some jewelry, second-hand weapons and equipment, and some weird beast minions, feathers, magic crystals, and herbs.Fran winked at me, raised his chin and pointed to the pile of spoils, where Roland's old sword was also there.But I really don't have a problem with that. It's one thing for the Knights to want what I have, but it's another thing for them to kill me and take it away.

"It seems that this adventure has gained a lot!" The quartermaster's eyes lit up, and he counted the number of gold coins carefully: "Okay, enough to build a batch of new weapons, and buy a few more carts of food..."

"I said Salesian, is it enough?"

"Orphanage? It's closed."

Wayne grabbed the quartermaster by the collar and pinned him against the stone wall.I've never seen him so irritable.

A smile appeared on the pale face of the quartermaster: "Calm down, soldier! You must understand the overall situation... If you can't defeat the undead in the north this time, if Theda's army goes south, there will be more Orphans and widows, what's the use of a nursery?"

"But!"

"But what? You also know that the kingdom of the dead is planning a new war, and the current resources of the Knights are far from enough. Besides, the Salesian House was built after the last war for the children and widows of martyrs, and 200 years have passed , now they are just taking in some vagrants, the Knights were not obliged to support them, if it is normal, it’s okay, this one is about to fight, and the matter is urgent..."

"Where are people? Those children?"

"I don't know, probably, let's drive away."

Wayne punched hard, hitting the stone wall behind the quartermaster's head.The handsome quartermaster didn't live up to it, his mouth was open but he didn't dare to make a sound, and he twisted and deformed into even weirder shapes, melting into nothing together with the entire stone barracks.

Only a dilapidated tower remained on the empty ruins.An old woman sat with her head bowed on the stone steps at the door of the tower.Wayne strode forward and asked where are the others?

The woman said that she was just helping to take care of the children, and was not originally a nun in the monastery.The knights ran out of supplies, and the sisters couldn't make it through, so they returned to the fireworks alley to pick up their old jobs, and she was too old, so she had to sit here and wait to die.

Wayne asked the children again?The woman just wiped her tears.

Fierro said anxiously.Wayne was casting a spell, and he tried to summon the spirit to change the direction of the dream.I stepped forward and pressed Wayne's shoulders firmly, blocking his spellcasting gesture.is fake!Wake up, it's fake!

"I know it's fake." Wayne shrugged his shoulders: "But what if I can't earn enough money back?"

"You want money to do this kind of thing, why didn't you tell me earlier."

"The quartermaster was right. I'm not some martyr's orphan. I'm just a waif. I grew up in a Salesian. I can't let it go away, and my brothers and sisters..."

"It's not about the money," I tried to comfort him, "They all say that giant dragons and... fags like to collect small things that reflect light, uh, treasure, it's true. I just take it out and sell it You see, I have been dead for 200 years, and I have accumulated a lot of scrap metal."

Fran rubbed his chin, and interjected, "Who said that? What are you going to do to take the risk of hunting monsters? Just knock Hei Ge down and search him, and then we can divide the spoils and break up the gang hahaha."

Feyero raised his long eyebrows and pulled a gloating horse face.

Wayne still refused to give up: "But, what if it's already too late? The Knights have already..."

"Knights!" I didn't want to talk to him anymore, I kicked him aside: "What do you want the Knights to do, I can't build a new orphanage myself?"

Afterwards, I felt that I was too angry and overdid it, but the actual effect was surprisingly good.Wayne woke up after being kicked.Wayne smiled embarrassedly, and the phantom disappeared in a flash.Once again we stand on the soil of the North.The first snow is clear, the cool wind is blowing through the thin and straight fir trees, the black soil and the white snow are mottled, it seems that I have finally escaped from the illusion of the garden, and I need a little time to determine the specific orientation.

Fran asked where Glinda was. I'm not too worried about that witch. She is a master at manipulating shadows, so it's not difficult to deal with a little illusion.She may have scouted her way, and is waiting ahead to laugh at me.The fluctuation of magic hinted that there was another village ahead, you can go to repair the supplies, and check the news by the way.

After walking in the direction of the cooking smoke, I saw a small, somewhat familiar village.Suddenly, a human girl rushed out and bumped into my leg.But she didn't care, just ran into the village.The little girl was wearing an adult's blouse that didn't fit well, with wheat straw mixed in her thin braids, and she ran very fast with her bare feet.The girl stepped on the golden barley that was drying, the girl knocked over the clay pot of water in front of the door, and the girl's heart was beating wildly.The square in the middle of the village was full of people, villagers, and knights in shining helmets from the far south.The girl got into the crowd, the crowd was silent, the crowd was whispering.The little girl passed through many numb thighs, pushed away a few pairs of hands that were kindly blocking her, and finally got to the front of the crowd of onlookers, and finally screamed.

Where is the cooking smoke? The square is full of stakes, clearly burning people!There were still twisted dead bones hanging on several scorched pillars, and a young woman was tied to the pillar in the middle.

Why burn her?She's not a witch, she just has a few books, she just picks some herbs to help the villagers cure diseases, he just helps the drunkard's wife get ahead, and makes a lot of cockroaches come out of the flagon, but she is a good person.She entertained the girl with fragrant herbal tea, she taught the girl to identify poisonous and non-toxic mushrooms, and when the girl was unhappy, she turned her handkerchief into a white bird and walked around the girl.

The girl screamed, and the witch on the stake looked up haggardly. She wanted to tell the girl to hide, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

I squeezed into the crowd and hugged the girl, no, it wasn't me who hugged the girl, a thick sergeant half-kneeled on the ground, hugged the girl with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other: "Glinda, don't make a sound! "The sergeant may have wanted to help Glinda, he knew that the Knights' eyes were red, and he was afraid that they would not spare even children.

A knight in a white robe embroidered with gold silk came forward holding a torch high.The witch on the rack begged incoherently.

The girl suddenly turned around and stared at the sergeant, with deep despair in her eyes: "Xiao Hei, does that include you?" The young sergeant froze there, he had lost his mind, and I only felt drowned and suffocated.A bone-piercing chill surged from the girl's body, forcing the sergeant and the crowd of onlookers back.

The girl continued to scream, and her voice became more tuned, like the autumn wind blowing through the cedar forest, and it was clearly a curse that had never been used before:

i came into this world

With only paper, rope, and figure

for before the trial

read the voices of those condemned

tell you!world

I do not believe

The dying witch in the flames no longer begged for mercy, but hummed along with the tune, and the singing became more and more mournful.Even the scorched bones that were hanging were writhing uncomfortably, and joined the chorus with the fear and anger of life:

I don't believe the sky is blue

i don't believe ray has an echo

I don't believe dreams are fake

I don't believe in death without retribution

A villager looks in horror at his withered right hand, the hand he used to throw stones at people on the rack.

Scorched ashes spread across the land like scars, and the villagers screamed and were cornered.The knights formed a team to cast spells to resist, but the light spirits did not respond, and the lights in their hands were extinguished one by one like candles in the wind.A knight drew out his sword and stabbed his teammate in the back. He tilted his head, gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth as if laughing.

The Knights fled shamefully leaving the civilians behind, and the remaining villagers bit each other with claws and teeth, leaving only the echo of hollow curses: the love turned to hate, the living immediately withered, the smoke never dissipated, and after death Do not rest in peace!

Fran gasped: "So, the source of the plague is here."

Wayne shook his head and took two steps back.

I didn't know how to explain it to them, so I could only say, "This is Glinda's memory."

Note: Francis crouched on the table and sang an excerpt from Shakespeare's "Macbeth".The Witch's Curse Song is an excerpt from North Island's Answer.