With a click, the knife was pulled out.

McCarthy subconsciously covered his throat with both hands, there was a wide opening, and after the dinner knife was inserted into his throat, he deliberately pulled it left and right a few times, and now the trachea and blood vessels in his throat were cut, and a large amount of blood was gushing out along the opening, even if he covered it with his hands, he couldn't stop the spurting force, and a long line of blood shot out from the gap between his fingers.

McCarthy was in pain, he felt his life go by, swiftly and irretrievably, and it happened in the most proud moment of his life, when the powerful witch councillor became his prey.

He twisted his neck with difficulty, with reluctance and resentment, and the blood loss made his vision quickly blur, but his eyes were still wide open, and he wanted to see which rebellious dared to kill him.

He saw that the man with the knife was very close to him, and he did not deliberately hide, and although he could not see the man's face clearly, the short man was clearly an underage child, and there was only one person in his ranks.

Hodge, the boy with extraordinary looks but few words.

This little boy really has no sense of existence except for his appearance, if it weren't for the greed to possess him, McCarthy wouldn't let him go with him at all, because of the infestation, McCarthy didn't think much of his existence these days, but just habitually took him with him, as if he was carrying a piece of goods.

McCarthy's pupils dilate and dilate, a sign of death, and his memory suddenly became clearer, and images of the past were rapidly projected in his eyes.

When did he get that knife, that dinner knife?

It seems that Bessie had reported to herself that she had lost a knife in the kitchen, but had she ever been bothered? as if she had just replied casually: "Then let the chef find a blacksmith to make another one, and don't report such a trivial matter to me, idiot."

He blinked vigorously, trying to clear his mind for a moment, glaring at Hodge, "uh-uh-" in his throat.

He wanted to question the boy, why the hell did you kill me.

But he was speechless, only making such a hoarse, wheezing, monosyllabic sound, which the other party obviously did not understand.

Then he died, his body slanted and fell to the mud floor, his hands clutching his throat lying limply at his sides, and the remaining blood continued to drip from his severed throat.

Hodge held the knife tightly in his hand, breathing through his nose, this was his first real killing, although it was premeditated, but when he actually did it, he still felt palpitations.

McCarthy was facing his back to him, he had to make sure to kill him with one hit, and it was difficult to find his heart from the back, so he chose the larynx, where a large number of blood vessels and trachea were buried, and even if he couldn't kill him on the spot, the suffocation would make McCarthy subconsciously cover his throat and not be able to kill himself with magic.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly irregularly, but he had no intention of letting it go, there were other people here besides McCarthy......

It all happened so quickly and incredibly that Bessie, Lamb, and the other attendant didn't react until McCarthy collapsed to the ground with wide eyes.

Lamb was closest to him, and immediately drew the long sword at his waist, held it in his hand, and ran towards Hodge, shouting, "Bastard, what the hell have you done!"

Hodge rolled in the mud as the blade swept over him, dodging the sword as he slashed Lamb's calf with the knife in his hand.

"Ahh

Shadows instantly enveloped his whole body, and it was Hodge standing in front of him, God knows how this little boy who doesn't like to talk learned to fight so quickly.

This time Lamb was facing him, and Hodge quickly stabbed the knife into the heart, twisting it, and Lamb only had time to raise his foot and flutter for a moment, and then never moved again.

"Death!"

Bessie, who was a little farther away, and another attendant also rushed in front of him with a sword, and Hodge didn't pull the knife from Lamb's heart, there were two people on the other side, and one knife couldn't deal with two adults at the same time.

His hands reached behind him, and it was a flannel bag that was supposed to be used to store daily necessities, but he took out two spherical glassware, each containing a black, viscous liquid.

Holding one in each hand, at the moment when the two were approaching, Hodge used all his strength to throw two bottles of liquid, the two sides were too close to the target, and the glassware hit the foreheads of the two men, shattering into pieces with a clatter, and the black thick liquid was scattered along the broken vessel onto their foreheads.

Black smoke rose up, and the intense burning sensation caused the two of them to drop their long swords, and their hands clawed at their heads and cheeks vigorously, the pain made their strength uncontrollable, and their fingers cut long blood marks on their faces, and let out painful groans.

But that didn't stop the black liquid from eating away at their skin, and the smoke grew louder and quieter, and by the time the two of them fell forward, their heads were only half gone, and the black liquid was all over their noses.

Killing four people in a row, Hodge's chest rose and fell violently, and he held it down, trying to calm himself down.

The glassware was filled with black rot liquid, and it was a sample purified several times, and the corrosiveness was much higher than that of the black rot diluted in the experiment, and it was not easy to take this dangerous thing out of the laboratory, for which he took a lot of effort, but fortunately it all came in handy in the end.

"Whew!" he exhaled a breath of turbidity, looking at the corpses of the four people, thinking that he had come into this world and finally been free in the true sense of the word.

Before he could get up and clean up, he heard a voice in the distance.

"Lord McCarthy, Lord Ram, is something going on? I hear you guys coming from here. ”

Hodge's eyes froze, damn it, it was the Orion, who was supposed to be honestly guarding the edge of the swamp, but he was attracted by the voice.

He pulled the knife out of Lamb's body and hid it behind him.

Orion approached, looking at the five fallen men (including the witch) and the little boy standing in the blood, his expression of horror instantly appeared, and he looked as if he was about to scream.

"Shhhhhhhh ”

Orion looked at Hodge and swallowed hard, "W-what the hell is going on?"

"Nothing happened. ”

"......"

"Nothing, nothing happened. Hodge repeated aloud, staring at him, "Isn't it?"

Orion, with his little wisdom, quickly began to understand Hodge's words, nodding vigorously: "Yes, nothing happened. ”

Hodge didn't take his eyes off him, and now he had two choices, kill someone, or let the Orion go, but if the Orion who let go immediately find the rest of the mage's team, he might not be able to escape.

The key to killing or not to kill lies in whether Orion is credible.

"Use psychology. He meditated in his heart.

Time stops, and the dice appear out of thin air.

"Psychology: 60/59 (Success)"