As if he had caught sight of something, a hurried mountain man suddenly stopped in front of old Noe's blanket.

"Guest, what do you want to buy?"

But old Noe's hoarse voice was not answered. The mountain man stared at it as if he had been suddenly sucked away by something.

Noe squinted his somewhat short-sighted eyes, lifted his stiff neck with difficulty, and looked at the strange man with somewhat cloudy brown pupils.

Red-haired, red-eyed, standard mountain dweller. His face, which could be described as beautiful, was now listless, and his eyes were empty and deep.

His skin was a healthy sunburn, and some of his slightly longer hair was tied into a ponytail and thrown casually behind his back. This dark-eyed man can faintly see a not very obvious scar in the corner of his eye, and the muscles on his body are quite obvious and well-proportioned but not bulky, and his body has been carefully tempered at a glance.

Seeing the heavy sword behind him, this person's identity was already about to be revealed-

His empty eyes tell from his empty eyes that this is a completely defeated Guardian, or an Assassin who has killed someone he shouldn't have killed. In terms of body type, it seems that the former is more likely.

Under the protection of the best, their own masters are easily killed by the enemy but they are fine, which does make these guardians feel that they have no love, and every year there are guardians who die for this reason. Noai could see that the young man had completely lost his luster in his eyes, as if the meaning of his life had been wiped out together.

This is the look of a person who is ready to die and a person who is ready to kill.

Young people are just impulsive.

Noe couldn't help but shake his head.

To be honest, no matter how big it is, it will be fine in two days. Noe has lived for so long, he has long seen through it. No one will survive if the blade is chopped on the neck. A sword stabbed in the heart and stirred up, such an injury can't live.

But in addition to this force majeure. There is no reason to die.

They weren't killed by anyone else, or forced to die by the world – the one who killed them was themselves. They bought their own swords, polished them themselves, prayed for themselves, and stabbed them in their chests and abdomen. It was themselves who killed them from beginning to end. It's not anyone's fault.

The reason why he is wary of this kind of thing is because old Noel has encountered this kind of sudden stop in front of his stall more than once, and then buy a knife, dagger or poison casually. The medicine killed the person on the spot.

Although it seems that it sells miscellaneous goods, Noai actually sells "red goods". The so-called red goods refer to those things with personal characteristics that cannot be disposed of when the bloody fingers kill people and are taken from the corpses, and there are also those old businesses that the bloody fingers themselves disposed of after abandoning one of their disguised identities. Because the main source of goods is bloody fingers, most of the things sold are things that have been touched by those guys with blood on their fingers, so they are called red goods.

Red goods dealers like Noe generally work part-time as undertakers. If someone commits suicide in front of Noe. Noët had to dispose of his body and bury him in exchange for taking what was on him.

However, Noët had long since grown tired of it.

Watching these young people kill and die for all sorts of inexplicable reasons is like going crazy. Old Noët felt sad just by looking at it.

"I can sell you anything you want, poison too. Ok, dagger...... Oh, you don't seem to need it. But don't die in front of my stall, and don't kill me here, boy. Noai said in an awkward Fararow accent, "That's what I ask, don't mess my stall, you know." Every time I want to wash it out......"

"How much does this cost?"

However, the young man of the mountain people crouched down and stretched out his hand to an inconspicuous iron mask.

His strong, powerful fingers clasped the mask. Void gestured in front of his face, and nodded in satisfaction after realizing that it seemed to be about the same size.

He didn't bargain either. He didn't wait for Noe to quote the price, but just took out three silver coins and threw them on the ground: "Is the price enough?" ”

Noe raised his eyebrows. Whispered a noncommittal smile: "Almost." ”

"That's the price."

The mountain man dug into his pocket, and then threw the last two silver coins and seven or eight copper coins on the ground. Then he picked up the mask and walked away, without stopping at all.

In fact, the red tree flower already has the will to die.

He hadn't actually told Roland about his plan - he had never intended to open the bandages of the wounded to see if there was any blood in them.

In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, Akajika intends to kill all the bandaged people from the beginning.

Exactly—all.

Blood must not spread. The red tree realized its danger when she saw the introduction of this plague.

It was a real catastrophe that could threaten the world.

Just in case, Akajika must kill all the people who are bandaged around their bodies, and even all the wounded and even those who have come into contact with them, leaving no one left. Only in this way can we ensure that Farah will not be completely destroyed because of the red oak flower...... His parents and younger brother were able to survive the terrible plague.

In order not to be spotted immediately, or at least to retain the slightest chance of escape, Akajika needs a mask. As for buying an iron mask that looks quite mysterious, it's just a coincidence.

As he passed by, his eyes were suddenly drawn to the mask. Thinking that it would be useless for the dying man to carry any more money, he used all the money he had left after buying the cloak to buy an iron mask that looked useless.

Richero doesn't have a druid, so Akajira doesn't need to fool the druid with an enchanted mask, he just needs to fool the Marquis of Sayya.

But at this moment, Akajika's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He had just realized something cruel: those who had been rescued by him and Roland were now also bandaged.

It was they who excavated the men from the rubble and then handed them over to the healers to help with their injuries.

If you follow the train of thought just now......

Akajihua couldn't help but tremble for a moment: "That is to say, ......"

“…… Am I going to kill the poor people who were finally rescued and passed by the brink of death, those who have already thanked me? ”

No one answered him. But the answer is clearly clear.

Like a suffocated fish, Kajika opened her mouth weakly, but didn't say anything.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, his back became rickety. His expression was withered, and the last bit of anger gradually dissipated.

With a blank face, he slowly took down a standard Karar sword from behind his back, silently clasped the iron mask on his face, draped the cloak over his body, and blocked the long red hair behind him.

"Ah......h

He muttered something in a hoarse voice that others didn't understand, and threw a sword flower in his hand, and his movements changed from jerky to skillful.

At this moment, without any warning, a pillar of golden light suddenly fell outside the city.

Just as everyone was paying attention, they didn't see a man in an iron mask and a black cloak rushing out of the corner, slashing the throat of a girl with a broken arm who still had a smile on her face that had survived the catastrophe.

By the time they noticed this, the girl's corpse had ceased to twitch, and the blood that had been gushing like a fountain in her severed throat had gradually stopped.

The people around were directly stupid. didn't even react, he could only watch as the black-robed butcher took a few steps forward silently with the sword in his hand, and smashed an old man's head with a neat sword.

Finally, panic, rage, and chaos erupted on the fringes of the disaster area. (To be continued.) )