Bohr?

Sure enough, it has something to do with that bastard!

Qin Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Qin Ran has always been skeptical of this lone wanderer who claims to be trapped by a 'witch'.

In fact, for any stranger who approached, Qin Ran had such an attitude.

Especially after having more enemies like 'brokers', Qin Ran became more and more vigilant.

"Is this what you've been planning all along?"

Qin Ran looked at the palace again, and finally locked his gaze on the oval gate in front of him that glowed with blue-white light.

"Please help me!"

Pol's voice rang out again.

Qin Ran could feel that rush and weakness.

Emergencies and injuries?

Qin Ran guessed.

But that's not the reason he got through the door in front of him.

Before determining whether there was danger, Qin Ran would not act without authorization.

And how to determine the danger?

Syllable!

Qin Ran raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The superior evil spirit appeared.

"Your most faithful and humble servant, at your beckon, at your service at all times."

As soon as the superior evil spirit appeared, he bowed and saluted.

With the unsealing of Qin Ran's power, its power also followed the unsealing.

This made the higher-ranking evil spirit more and more confirmed that he couldn't do without Qin Ran.

Because, not only can it clearly feel that the power of the contract has completely penetrated its roots, but this power is still slowly changing it.

I can't say whether it's good or bad for the time being.

But it has a hunch that is a good thing.

The premise is that the boss in front of you is willing to do so.

You must know that the contract between the two parties is based on the boss, and what the boss says is what it is.

It?

There is no room for resistance.

Also, dare not resist.

No one knows better than it what kind of person the boss in front of him is.

It definitely doesn't want to be the enemy of the boss.

So, as soon as he straightened up, the superior demon immediately walked straight towards the blue-and-white oval gate.

Of course, before that, everything about mimosa had already been reported to Qin Ran through the power of the contract.

After learning that the mimosa was unharmed, Qin Ran let go of his last worries, and followed the superior evil spirit into the world behind that 'door'.

……

The carriage came to a hillside, a dense pine forest and magical aura obscuring the carriage's tracks, and Pol gasped for breath, not only from exhaustion, but also from his terrible injuries.

The injury was in the lower abdomen, because when he was fighting with the enemy, he was stabbed by a sword, and if it wasn't for the targeted prop he carried, he would have been pierced through his body at that time and lost his life.

However, even so, he was uncomfortable.

Of course, the person who stabbed him was even more sad, the person who stabbed him was cut off by his sword, and the death of the leader caused the ambushers to be confused, and because of this, he had a chance to breathe, and with some other props, he temporarily escaped to this hillside, hiding in the dense pine forest.

"Mr. Pol."

The suppressed voice of the words still seemed loud.

A man who was two meters tall walked up.

The other party was not only tall, but also extremely strong, with linen chopped sleeves, coarse cloth trousers, cowhide boots, and carried a long-handled axe gun in his hand, the blade of which was covered with blood, and a piece of intestines hanging from the tip of the spear.

The strong man took two steps, found the intestine, shook the axe gun indifferently, threw it out, and then walked to Pol, checked Pol's injuries, and when he found that there was no internal organs, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the water bladder he was carrying.

"Drink a little, it's good for your injuries!"

Inside the twisted water bladder, a smell of inferior wine hit his face, making Pol cough uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the injury was affected, and Pol, who had just coughed, couldn't help but exhale in pain, but when he saw that the strong man was about to bandage his wound, Pol said again and again.

"No need, Ashcano."

"I'll treat it myself."

Pol, who had seen the opponent's bandaging technique, would never allow himself to be bandaged by the opponent, as long as he didn't want to die.

The strong man scratched his head, half-squatted beside Pol, and watched Pol take out gauze and alcohol, and his eyes couldn't leave the alcohol.

"It tastes good."

The strong man commented.

"But you can't drink it."

Pol emphasized.

"Why?"

"It reminds me of the water of life!"

The strong man asked.

This gave Pol an unusual headache, and he finally understood why the Father Novan had been so happy when he offered to hire two Kimptons for each other.

Not because of the joy of Kimpton, but because of the joy of getting out of trouble.

"It reminds you of the water of life, but it's not the water of life!"

"Also, we should be more focused on the situation at hand."

Bol tried to make Ashcano understand the situation at hand.

But right away, Pol despaired.

"It's just a hundred rotten sweet potatoes, and we'll be able to cut them down in no time!"

"Come, stand up, let's fight together!"

Ashkano said with high spirits.

"Ashcano, I'm not like you, this injury is enough to make me lose my mobility, and I can't fight for the time being."

Pol explained, gesturing to his wound.

"You can't fight?"

Ashkano was stunned for a moment, the strong man scratched his head again, and then waved his hand and said:

"It's fine!"

"Then you wait here, wait for me to chop over the more than a hundred rotten sweet potatoes!"

With that, Ashcano stood up and picked up his axe and gun.

"Wait, wait."

"Come back!"

Looking at the bodyguard who stood up and rushed down the hill, Pol shouted loudly, and the other party heard it, but waved his hand vigorously and responded in a louder voice: "I'll go and go back!" ”

With such a voice, the figure of the bodyguard disappeared into the pine forest.

Pol weakly lowered his raised hand.

He wasn't worried about the bodyguard's safety, and he never worried that the bodyguard would lie.

He knows the strength and character of the other party.

Since it has been said, it will definitely be done.

But......

Their enemies weren't just the bandits down the hill.

Those bandits were just pieces of temptation, and the real killing move was far from coming.

Then, Pol smiled bitterly.

He, a guy who can't even deal with the opponent's tempting chess pieces, is useless to think of the opponent's killing moves, and he's probably ...... next. I can't escape death.

Pol shuddered at the thought of death.

He, fearing death.

In the face of death, he struggled several times.

But in the end, it is still inevitable to die!

Thinking about his efforts in the huge city, Pol smiled bitterly again.

He didn't resent those people for not saving them, and he didn't resent unfairness.

Where does fairness come from in the world?

The so-called fairness, most of the time, is just self-deception.

In fact, if it were him, facing a 'help-seeker' like him who didn't know the origin, most of the time it would be vigilant, and the rest would only be hostile.

"You guys, I'm probably going to see me soon."

"Like you, I didn't run away."

"Even, a little worse than you."

Recalling his friends who had first entered the huge city and then died, Pol shook his head and pulled out a bottle of potion and poured it down, he hadn't given up his efforts.

Pol knew very well what kind of character the enemy he was facing, and he was a guy who had repeatedly ruined the good things of the other party and fell into the hands of the other party, and it was impossible to simply die.

Being tortured is a must.

Afterwards?

I'm afraid it's better to live than die for a while.

Now, his best choice is to cut himself off.

However, he was still afraid of death.

Before the real life is worse than death, he is still afraid of death.

"I'm a coward!"

Pol sighed softly, his sword in hand, struggling to stand up.

There were bursts of pain from the wound in the abdomen, even with the auxiliary treatment of medicine, but such a simple action still made the gauze turn red quickly, and his physical strength was greatly consumed.

Leaning his back against the carriage, Pol gasped again.

After the injury, he should have rested, but he had to.

Because, the enemy is coming!

Not those visible enemies.

It's an enemy that can't be seen.

With the help of special items purchased from Lawless, Pol clearly watched as those invisible creatures slowly surrounded him, and the temperature involuntarily dropped.

Pol knew exactly what to do with these formless creatures: fire was the only way to deal with them.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to use the flame at all when he was hiding here at this time.

This would reveal his whereabouts.

Invisible enemies are troublesome, but so is a group of visible enemies, and if the two are combined, it's the most troublesome thing.

Thankfully, Pol prepared in advance.

When he left Morsa, he not only spent two Kimptons to hire Ashcano, a bodyguard in the Temple of War, but also spent twenty Kimptons to set up something for his carriage.

And at this time, it is used.

Bol covered his lower abdomen with his hand, blood stained through the gauze, and he slammed the car door with his blood-soaked hand.

The invisible circle imprinted on the door immediately came into motion.

Roar!

A loud roar like thunder rang out in Pol's heart, and it sounded in the hearts of those invisible creatures.

Unlike Bohr, who was given courage, the invisible creatures suffered a catastrophe.

Smack, smack!

It was like the sound of glass shattering, and one invisible creature after another shattered.

However, Pol simply didn't have time to pay attention to these.

He turned and walked towards the horse.

These horses from outside of Morsa are the best war horses, explosive, durable, and although they need to be carefully cared for, they are good helpers on the battlefield.

This is true both through and retreat.

And Bol spent a lot of money on these two war horses, for this time.

He untied the reins.

But he didn't wait for Bol to turn over and get on his horse.

Two sturdy horses suddenly neighed.

Wow!

In the shrill neighing, the two supposedly docile horses kicked and slashed, shaking their manes restlessly, and later, they nested on the ground motionless, if not still wheezing, as if they were dead.

Bol swayed and held the carriage so that he did not fall to the ground.

There was a darkness in his eyes.

The cold then appeared, spreading rapidly.

The blessing of the Temple of the God of War allowed Pol to fight against such coldness, but the situation was not optimistic, the cold continued to pour into Pol's body, and the blessing of the Temple of War gradually subsided.

For an unbeliever, if it weren't for Kimpton's abundance, the priest would not have been able to pray for him.

But even if you pray for blessings, the effect is limited, and even true believers are difficult to be blessed by the god of war, not only the god of war, since the 'black plague', the gods have paid less and less attention to the world.

More often than not, some evil beings appear.

In particular, the 'Lady of Calamity', who was speculated to have brought the 'Black Plague', was even more worshipped.

It's just that throughout the Hokuriku, the 'Calamity Lady' is still hidden in the shadows.

But the influence of the other party is becoming more and more far-reaching.

For example, at this time, Pol, who felt the 'Calamity Commandment', knew very well what he had encountered.

"The priest of the 'Lady of Calamity'?"

"No!"

"If it's the priest of the 'Lady of Calamity', you don't need to be so troublesome at all, just shoot and I'll die."

"I guess I bought something extraordinary from a priest who had been blessed by the 'Lady of Calamity'."

Bol, who quickly figured it out, became more and more desperate.

He was prepared.

The other side is also prepared.

Moreover, it is even more comprehensive and powerful than him.

What should I do?

Is there really only death left?

The despair in Pol's heart made him almost lose his strength.

The remaining blessings belonging to the god of war have completely faded.

The rest is icy.

Bol is ready for his own tragic future.

And at this time, a voice suddenly appeared from the bottom of my heart-

"You look like you need help?"

The voice was gentle and unfamiliar, but it was a lifesaver for Pol.

"Yes."

"I need help."

"What am I going to give?"

Pol asked.

"Pay?"

"It doesn't take much!"

"It's basically free!"

The voice replied.

There is no such thing as a free lunch!

This is a truth that Bohr has long understood.

Free stuff is often the most expensive!

In particular, this strange way of appearing and inexplicable emphasis made Pol understand that he was probably encountering those evil existences.

But does he have a choice now?

After only hesitating for less than a second, Pol shouted:

"I'm willing to pay the price you say!"

"Please help me!"

The voice fell, but nothing happened.

The icy cold is still spreading.

Death continues to approach.

Bol could no longer stand by this time, and he fell beside the carriage, his face touching the cold earth, just as he had failed again and again in a huge city.

"It's a terrible situation."

Pol's lips quirmed.

At this time, he thought of the promise he had made to lawlessness.

I guess I'm going to miss the appointment.

And also......

2567。

The man who still chooses fairness when faced with him, a water dog.

He had thought more than once that if his strength could be restored, he would definitely team up with the opponent to complete a dungeon world, and do his best to help the opponent get the highest evaluation and get the best loot.

Not why.

Just for the fairness of the other party.

And, return the favor.

The fairness of the other party is one of the few times when he feels that life is not so gloomy after he wakes up.

But......

Nothing can be done.

Pol, whose face was stained with mud and his whole body was weak, quietly waited for the judgment of fate.

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Does the frozen earth smell too?"

Pol's whole body shuddered.

He heard who the voice was.

He looked up in disbelief.

Immediately, he saw a familiar person, as indifferent as in his memory, standing on the frozen ground so casually, standing among the pine forests, and intertwined with the bright moon behind him to form a deep figure.

“2567！”

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