The mist twisted slightly, and the face of the composition became distorted.

The original lifelike, at this time, only weirdness remains.

What's even more bizarre is that in the face of the inquiry of the superior evil spirit, the face of the mist said it all in a trance.

"I'm not going to tell you that we're not 'remnants' at all."

"I'm not going to tell you that's what we originally intended."

"I won't tell you that we've already had an unexpected advantage."

Sentence after sentence.

The expression of the superior evil spirit became more and more serious with the words of the other party.

For the copy world in front of him, the high-ranking evil spirit who had been following Qin Ran knew what was going on.

It and its boss are interlopers.

That 'broker' is also an interloper.

However, the other party has a forehand and arrangement.

Although only one 'Pol' is now locked, it believes that since the entry point of 'broker' is 'Pol', then 'Pol' must be different.

Moreover, the superior evil spirit is sure that his boss follows the other party, and it is also because of this.

Otherwise, with its understanding of its own boss, this is already a plan to maximize benefits at this time, rather than this kind of move.

It's just thinking about what the 'broker' wants.

And now......

"That's what that guy wants?"

"A riot?"

While guessing, the superior evil spirit told Qin Ran everything he saw in front of him and what he heard in his ears.

Then, the high-ranking evil spirit, who had received the new order, directly put the bone bracelet into the hidden pocket of his sleeve.

Hard steel is impossible to make hard steel, and you can only barely complete the boss's task by relying on illusions.

Thinking about the boss's new mission, the superior evil spirit silently muttered in his heart.

Then, the night breeze blows.

The figure vanished.

……

Call.

The night breeze blew, and many people subconsciously shrank their necks.

The night breeze in Hokuriku is not as pleasant as in the south.

It's cold, and it's bone-drilling.

Even if you are wearing cotton clothes and standing still for half an hour, you will be numb from the cold, especially the exposed nose and ears, which will cause frostbite.

Therefore, when everyone passed by Sivalka, they all looked at this man in civilian clothes, without a coat, a hat and a scarf.

The other party just stood in the night, looking up at the moon.

The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

It's like a smile.

It's like disdain.

It's hard to tell what he's doing.

Some people think that they see idiots and fools, and they can't help but pout the corners of their lips.

Others fled in a hurry, believing they had seen a madman.

Others are skeptical.

These are the kind of people who have seen the extraordinary, and they are making sure that Sivalka has extraordinary powers.

Sivalka didn't care about this at all.

He doesn't have much time to 'rest', so how can he waste time with these people.

Especially when he had a conflict with some people during the first 'break', thus ending the 'rest' ahead of schedule, and canceling the next news, Sivalka has long learned to be indifferent.

What else should I do?

Can you still die?

No, it doesn't.

Sivalka knew how much he was afraid of death.

When he was a mercenary, he had the smirked nickname 'Sivalka who was afraid of death'.

He didn't care, though.

The most important thing is to be alive, isn't it?

To be alive is to have hope.

He's dead......

That's really all over.

He admired those who claimed to be brave and charged ahead every time, so every time he visited the grave, he always brought an extra bouquet of wildflowers picked from the roadside.

Wine?

I'm sorry, but it would be nice for the timid Sivalka to have a full stomach.

There is no extra money, go buy alcohol.

After becoming a deacon with a knife, Sivalka was able to eat enough every time, and a glass of wine every day, something he had hoped for but could not obtain.

Sweet and sour, very good.

If the color wasn't red, he would love it even more.

The thought of the red liquid made Sivalka's throat itch, and his whole stomach twitched.

Vomit!

Leaning against the wall to the side.

Sivalka retched.

This is the sequelae of the use of 'residues'.

Between an adult's index finger and thumb and an adult's female eyes, and a liter of blood (preferably virgin), the Dark Hall gave him the latter.

After all, the latter is renewable.

But a liter!

Even if it's water, you have to drink it for half a day.

Not to mention blood!

If he hadn't been punished every time he feared he wouldn't be able to complete his mission, Sivalka would never have touched those things.

It made him feel like he was no different from the rumored vampire demons.

No!

Those vampire demons are much more daring than I am.

What am I?

I'm just a timid Sivalka.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

A childish female voice sounded.

Sivalka looked up and saw a little girl in very simple clothes and patches standing there, looking at him worriedly.

Sivalka looked around.

Only then did I realize that I didn't know when, but I sneaked into the shantytown of the Lower Seventh Ring Road in Etaninburg.

This is the slum of Etaninburg.

Some bankrupt businessmen.

Disabled people who have lost their labor force.

Eventually, there will be a home here.

Of course, there are also some women and children.

Obviously, the other party is one of them.

"It's fine."

Sivalka shook his head.

He didn't want to have anything to do with the poor.

Because, it's too much trouble.

He himself is too busy to take care of himself, and the more involved he is, the more troublesome it is.

"Uncle, wait a minute."

The little girl turned and ran back into the room, and the next moment she walked out with a cup of hot water.

"Mom said it would be better to drink a little hot at this time."

"Uncle, you have to remember that there will be hope if you live."

Looking at the cup of hot water handed to him, listening to the little girl's words pretending to be a little adult, Sivalka smiled and shook his head.

There was no doubt that the little girl thought of him as a wandering bankrupt.

No more explanation.

Taking the cup of hot water, Sivalka drank it all.

"Thank you."

He smiled and thanked him, and subconsciously reached out and reached for the wallet in his pocket.

How could Sivalka, who was a deacon with a knife, be short of money.

You must know that the dark hall also pays a salary, although it is not as rich as any rich man, but it is more than enough for ordinary people.

However, when he touched his wallet, Sivalka was stunned.

He didn't have a wallet.

He was so eager for 'rest' that he couldn't wait to leave the dark hall.

Damn it!

Originally hoped to use money to understand this trouble.

Now it seems......

While Sivarka was feeling in her pockets and frowning, the little girl hesitated, finally turned and ran back to the room, and then took out a scarf.

Not woolen.

It was made out of shabby clothes.

Very small.

It belongs to the little girl herself.

"Uncle gives it to you."

"It's going to get a little warmer."

"There, there is also a bed, it belongs to the lame uncle, he has a bad temper, but if you say it well, he will let you sleep there on credit first, and besides, the lame uncle will also introduce you to a job, as long as you have a job, you can rent an old coat from the lame uncle, and if you want to eat, you can go to the one-eyed aunt, she can also take credit, but you earn money, you must pay it back to her, she has four children to raise......"

Listening to the shantytown's survival guide, Sivarka looked at the little girl in a daze.

He could tell that the little girl knew that he had no money.

And the shabby scarf handed to her is enough to show that the little girl's family is not rich, or poor.

"You're already like this, why are you still like this?"

Sivalka, who couldn't help it, asked.

"Because, too, we survived with the help of others."

"So, Mom said we should also help more people like us."

The little girl said innocently, looking at Sivalka with innocent eyes and a shallow smile.

There is no utilitarian interest.

There is no conspiracy.

It's help.

Pure help.

"Okay, thanks."

Taking a deep breath, Sivalka thanked him again, but he didn't take the scarf.

He doesn't need to.

But the little girl needs it.

Looking at the bruises on the little girl's hands, Sivalka pointed to the place where the little girl had been.

"I know where I'm going."

"You should go back quickly."

"And ......"

"Don't talk to strangers casually in the future, it's dangerous."

Sivalka pointed to the door behind him, he heard hurried footsteps, apparently the little girl's elders noticed that the little girl was missing, and with a smile, Sivalka walked towards the location of the little girl before the other party appeared.

He certainly didn't need to look for any work.

But he couldn't bear to let the little girl down.

In order to......

Let's help.

Sivalka walked forward, and the whispers of the little girl's mother could already be heard behind him.

"Ellie, I told you not to go out casually."

"Hurry back."

The little girl was dragged back to the dilapidated house by her mother, and Sivalka couldn't help but look back, and the little girl waved goodbye to him.

Sivalka waved his hand in response.

The dilapidated door was shut.

After confirming that the little girl would not see her, Sivalka made a detour towards the Third Ring Road.

With brisk steps, he had decided.

Next time you take a break, come with enough Kimpton.

Do well and have well.

Ellie deserves his reward.

Maybe not too much.

But at the very least, get Elle out of this environment.

He knew what was going to happen here.

If there was no previous help, forget it, with the previous help, he didn't want an innocent little girl to suffer from those.

It's a lot of unnecessary overhead!

So, you have to bring your wallet when you go out in the future!

Something that can be solved with two or three coppers, now it needs at least 50, no, and her mother and sister, if they want to settle near the middle third ring road in the next ring, it will have to be at least 100 kimptons.

My pension has shrunk again.

Sivalka, who was silently thinking in his heart, looked depressed.

But in his heart, he was a little warm.

People are always inadvertently warmed.

Then, choose to warm others.

Perhaps sometimes, people have forgotten the beginning.

Become cold and selfish.

But when a warm moment appears, who doesn't take off the disguise?

Maybe.

But Sivalka is not.

He knew that he was a coward, not an indifferent ghost.

Humming a little bit of his hometown in his mouth, Sivalka was ready to spin a little longer.

However, the annoying person always appears when he is in a good mood.

'The Regulator', came out in the shadows of the street.

"What's wrong?"

"The break isn't over yet, is it?"

Sivalka raised her eyebrows and asked in an unkind tone.

He doesn't have any good feelings about these cold 'regulators'.

Not only because of the relationship between the regulators, but also because of the indifference of these guys to do things, if anyone would not be warmed, these guys are definitely one of them.

"There was an accident on the mission."

"Death to Priest Diwano."

"You need to make sure the latest situation."

The 'Overseer' said coldly, his tone not fluctuating at all, and his voice was even more chilling.

"Mission accident?"

Sivalka was stunned.

He is not without a failure in his mission.

Accidents happen all the time.

However, it was the first time that the leader of the mission had died.

And, it's still Divano's troublesome guy.

The other party is the descendant of the dark hall, and he is very favored by several big shots.

Now the other party is dead.

He's in trouble.

"Okay."

Thinking of this, the timid Sivarka nodded repeatedly.

He didn't want to waste time at this time.

Because, it is likely to become his 'incriminating evidence'!

Following the 'regulator', Sivalka pondered what he would face next, and then, how to deal with it.

Through the streets and alleys.

Bishop's, Sivalka noticed that something was wrong.

This is not the way back to the Dark Temple.

Immediately, Sivalka stopped.

But right away, it's back to normal.

The muzzle of an arquebus, attached to his waist.

Although his body has already surpassed ordinary people because of the 'residue', it is not invulnerable, and weapons like arquebuses are enough to injure him.

And if you are wounded, you will bleed, and if you bleed too much, you will die.

So, Sivalka knew what to do.

The hijacked man followed the 'Overseer', and soon, Sivalka came to a place.

It is a folk house near the Upper Seventh Ring Road.

Most of the businessmen like to live here.

Of course, there are also hotels.

The famous 'Turnip' inn is nearby.

The footsteps of the hijackers stopped.

The 'regulators' also stopped.

The hijacker didn't show up, but the 'regulator' said, "Sivalka, you should have 'woken up' too, right?" ”

"'Awakening'?"

"What do you mean?"

Sivalka asked in confusion.

"Of course, it's the awakening of 'self'!"

"Do you still want to be treated as some kind of 'residue'?"

"Or ......"

"You think I'm lying to you?"

The 'Overseer' spoke, the cloak shook, tentacles stretched out from under the cloak, and the other man's face was revealed as he took off his hood, and instead of a nose was a mouth, a mouth that connected to the original mouth, in which sharp teeth were exposed, and a tongue could not stop licking back and forth.

"Unleash your powers!"

"Join us!"

"Then, counterattack!"

"Our time to ......"

Burst!

A dagger flashed into the shadows, swept past the 'Overseer', swept past the captor behind him, and then landed in the hands of an older-looking man.

The other party's black-gray trench coat hunted in the night wind.

The other man's voice entered Silvaca's ears with the wind.

"You're also a 'weird'?"

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