It's late at night when I get back to Novirola, and there are almost no pedestrians on the streets, only the sporadic lights of the whole town still show the breath of life.

Thor was going to take a look at Pasha first.

It may not be appropriate to visit her at this time, but she still has Little Peter's body on her back, and if she hasn't rested, being able to complete the commission early can be regarded as relieving a heaviness in her heart.

The closer I got to the old house at the entrance of town, the heavier the body of Little Peter seemed to be.

Maybe she should drop by and send Pasha to another town, which is too sad for her, and she should go to a forgotten place to start a new life, if she still has the courage to start.

As luck would have it, as they walked to the house, Saul found that Pasha's door was still open.

There were no candles lit in the room, but Thor could still imagine a mother anxiously waiting, waiting in the light and waiting in the dark, the mood of anticipation was actually the same.

As a child, Saul longed for that kind of affection.

It's just that it wasn't needed anymore.

"Ms. Pasha. Gently pushing the door open in a greeting, Thor pondered how to tell the news of Little Peter's death.

It was dark in the room, and Thor just looked up.

Then he saw Ripasha lying naked on her back on the ground in the dark, and the air was filled with the stench of men's filthy bodily fluids.

She looked like she was dead, her eyes a little dazed, but Thor knew she wasn't dead because she was still waiting, waiting for her baby to return.

Sometimes, no matter how turbulent the tribulations of the world are, some people always have their own reasons for persevering.

For a moment, Thor felt as if he had seen Precia walk by again, and he suddenly had the illusion of returning to hell, as if he had been dragged back into that rainy night in an instant.

He had known for a long time that in this land that was not as bright as the light, corrupt flowers often bloomed.

Feeling a little dizzy, Thor reached out and shook his head quickly against the door frame.

"You're back, Adventurer...... My child—" Pasha looked at with a smile as if she had suddenly come back to life.

"Little Peter is back too, tell me first, who did it?" Thor stepped forward to unload the package, then took off his coat and put it over Pasha.

"Go quickly, Frank's family has some money in this town, and I don't know where he heard that I have asked for your help, and may be looking for trouble with you. Pasha's voice was hoarse, but calm, as if nothing had happened to her.

"They...... It's amazing. In the darkness, Thor laughed silently.

"I want to see my baby, can I?" Pasha expected.

Thor turned around, suddenly feeling a trembling hand, wrapping a simple knot around and untying it several times.

He silently searched for little Peter's head, gave him a haircut, and wiped his hand across the corners of his mouth, trying to help him smile, but failed because of the coldness and stiffness.

Thor held the head in both hands and held it in front of Pasha.

"My dear child, you have finally returned. Pasha looked at the head with a smile, then gently hugged the head in her arms and kissed it, her face beaming with happiness.

Thor felt that his gaze was a little sour, and his breathing was extremely suppressed, so he could only open his mouth slightly and exhale, tilting his head to the side. Pasha didn't behave like what he had imagined, she was too calm, but this calmness Thor had actually experienced.

The deepest pain cannot be screamed.

"Thank you for bringing him back to me, and now I can finally rest assured. After some affection and warmth, Pasha hugged her head tightly and smiled and nodded to Thor.

Thor smiled too, hoping he wouldn't smile too ugly.

Pasha smiled and smiled as if she had suddenly grown old, not in the haggard face, but in the way of broken hope and the sadness of the deep sea, which consumed a person on the level of will.

Then, she took out a small bottle, tilted her head slightly, and drank the liquid from it unhurriedly.

Maybe it's snake venom, or some other poison, that should give her a good night's sleep.

Thor just watched quietly, silently by the side, until her slowly lowered eyes cut off the last bit of clarity in her eyes. Thor knew he wasn't qualified to stop Pasha from leaving herself, and neither should he.

At the most difficult moment, perhaps many believers had in their hands the sacred words prepared for them by the gods they believed in, and they could pray to reduce their fears and wavering hearts, but Pasha had nothing.

Some people see hope before they hold on, while others see hope after they persevere.

But Pasha, there is nothing left.

How long can a person live on a hopeless day? Thor doesn't want to know the answer.

All night, Thor sat in the corner, imagining what Pasha would look like when she knelt down to many people in the town, imagining her humble and hidden gaze, what more could you ask a mother to do?

Thinking about it, Thor suddenly smiled. It's like a book, full of despair, but he laughs at it.

If only I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have been rescued in the end, and no one would have been saved. If you don't see it, you can treat it as if it doesn't exist, just like so many fools in the world, living in a fantasy world that you weave with peace of mind.

Sometimes, life is really a bag of shit, and you find out that the bag is leaking.

Time is still rushing forward, never sleeping, never stopping.

The next day, the town was bustling with people again.

Just after morning, Saul walked out of the old house at the entrance of the alley, and went to visit the famous old man Frank's house in the town, and threatened to talk about a business.

This is a mansion that imitates the aristocratic manor in terms of layout, but from the patchwork of luxurious decorations, it seems that nothing is shown, but it has a full rustic atmosphere.

"What business?" said the obese Frank, sitting in the head of the house's seat, suspicious.

"Call all the people who usually do things for you, and I'd like to ask them something. Thor tossed a bag full of coins on the small round table for the guests, and the string at the mouth of the bag cracked open, revealing the shiny silver coins inside.

"Go and call someone. Frank rolled his eyes and waved off a servant with his hand.

After a short while, eight men of different shapes and temperaments came to the living room and stood in a row. Two second-order stands on either side, and six first-order in the middle, maybe the guards of the mansion or maybe not.

"Which of you visited Pasha in town last night?" Thor took a sip of the hot tea the maid had brought him, smiling at them.

The air in the living room suddenly became a little cold, and after a while, a strong man with his arms came out, followed by two gloomy-looking followers.

"It's the three of us who taught Pasha that slut, why are you okay?" the corners of the strong man's mouth twitched slightly, and a silent sarcastic smile cracked.

He could feel the breath of the second order of Thor, but so what, the second order is not without it in this hall, and it is still two, which onion are you.

"Come, come, come and get the money, this is what you deserve. Thor waved warmly to them and patted the money bag.

Is there such a good thing? The three of them were stunned, their faces a little disbelieving, but they still tentatively walked a few steps towards the pile of shiny silver coins.

"Wait, I'm guessing you're the helper Pasha got in. The town of Novira may not be a big place, but there are still certain rules here. ”

"Young people, there may be some rules that you don't follow, but you have to be aware. ”

"You ran to my manor......"

"Tom~" Just when everyone was listening to Frank's reasoning, a bloody human head suddenly hit the front of the steps under the main seat, interrupting old Franck's tirade, and from the appearance it was obviously the strong man who was holding hands and talking just now.

And while everyone was staring at the head, Thor had already helped the skinny guy among the three just now, and the long sword pierced through his body, and pierced through his body twice in succession in different positions.

When Thor's gaze turned to the last of the remaining people, the two second-order in the hall had also approached one after another, one with a sword and the other with a dagger.

"Qiang~" Thor turned to block the longsword that arrived first.

The second order, who had a hard encounter with Thor, looked at Thor's face, and was suddenly stunned, and then suddenly jumped back with some horror, and actually turned around and ran away. The other dagger also stared at Thor, and then retreated and ran away.

Can you scare the two second-order away? These two guys ran so that Thor was inexplicable and speechless, but it was better to run away, otherwise facing two second-order at the same time, I wouldn't know who was going to run at that time.

Turning and walking to the last of the three remaining people, he was already so frightened that his legs trembled at the sight of Thor, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to stand still.

Still, as Thor's sword swept past, the fear of death made him jerk back subconsciously. So the sword that Thor wanted to decapitate cut his throat straight away.

As he fell to his knees clutching his throat, Thor stepped forward and grabbed him by the hair, pressed his head down, and slashed his sword down. It's a pity that the force is too strong and crooked, and it is cut on the back of the neck, and I still can't cut off the head.

So Thor could only meticulously make up for another sword, like a silent woodcutter, smashing the stubborn trees with an axe.

Tossing his severed head aside, Thor turned and walked over to old Franck, who was in shock and sat on the Lord's seat.

"I'm rich...... There's a lot of money, I'll ......," Old Frank's voice came to an abrupt end, and Thul's sword slashed neatly from his right jaw through the bridge of his nose to his left ear, cutting off half of his head.

There was silence in the living room for a while, and almost everyone ran away, except for the maid who had just brought hot tea and was waiting for the master of the house. She was now slumped on the ground, trembling.

Thor chopped off the middle fingers of the right hands of the four men he had killed, then shook the blood from his sword and glanced at her. Then she suddenly rolled her eyes and fainted, and there were faint traces of water leaching under the blue and white maid's dress.

Thor subconsciously touched his face and left the mansion.

On the way, Thor was leaning against the wall, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong with him. It's not because of the killing, even if it were to happen all over again, the damned would also die.

It was only when he finally looked at the maid that Thor felt as if something was tugging at him in his mind, and it took him a lot of perseverance to resist the desire to swing his sword at the maid.

That maid had nothing to do with the whole thing, she was just an idle person, so why would he want to send her away?

After Thor left, the maid gradually woke up, and she still trembled when she remembered the scene just now.

What she feared was not the murder itself, but the young man's gaze.

No, it should be said that he didn't have a gaze at all.

She could see it clearly in that moment.

There were no pupils or eyes in the entire eye socket of the young man, only two bright red blood mist silently filled.