Chapter Seventy-Seven: This Is Borderland
A little sparkle fell on Saul's face, and he looked up to find that it was raining.
It was not yet noon, and the sun was still high, but a heavy cloud was floating overhead.
Below, Claude's story has come to an end.
"It became a nightmare that I will never forget. Later, I was finally promoted to the rank of official wizard, so I left the wizard and returned to my original village. In order not to be trapped in nightmares again, I remodeled all the dead villagers and brought them here, and passed the Dream Bell. ”
Claude held up the shell wind chime in his hand, "This is the wizard and the witchcraft prop that my current mentor gave me. It can control the corpses of villagers, disguised as if they were still alive. But one day, the villagers here began to have a sense of autonomy. What's even more terrifying is ......"
Claude looked at Thor, "They behave exactly as I remember. But their personalities have become extremely extreme, and if they don't agree with each other, they will kill people. ”
"You don't know when the villagers 'lived'?"
Claude shook his head, "I didn't dig into it, because anything weird could happen in the Borderlands. But within two years, things had changed again. There is suddenly a rule in the village, the first person to do it must be able to kill the person who does it later. ”
"How did you find out about this rule?" Thor asked.
Claude can't be like him, with golden pages that can perform multiple virtual death drills, right?
"Because I'm in this village, I've been killed countless times." Claude tilted his head, the laceration on his neck was unusually noticeable.
Herman: [Isn't he going to be able to kill him in this village?] 】
Ann: [I don't think I can be killed by these weird villagers, right?] Otherwise, why do you think he came out on his own? Isn't it still being held against the back of the head by the master's dark spirit blade? 】
Morton: [Look at his appearance, that is, an ordinary first order, if the master doesn't help him today...... Hmph, I won't live for a few years. The owner said that it was an equivalent exchange that was cheaper for him. He begged his master to be about the same. 】
Thor listened to Claude's story while reading the discussion of the consciousness in his diary, "In other words, although you are still alive, you have become a member of the rules of this village. You, like the rest of the villagers, have been polluted. ”
Claude did not deny it.
Ever since he was killed and reborn every time he was killed by a villager, he knew that he wasn't normal anymore.
But he didn't dare to try, if he was killed by someone else, would he still be able to resurrect.
When Thor heard this, he already had confidence in his heart.
He jumped from the roof, "Although you and the villagers can still be resurrected after death, there is nowhere to replenish the pollution and energy consumed in the process, so you put the village here and kill people passing by at any time to replenish soul energy, right?" ”
Claude hesitated, but he sensed the tiny blade stuck in the back of his head, and did not act rashly for the time being.
"Actually...... The village was not in this place in the first place. Although there are more passers-by here, it is not a good thing for me to have too many people. Claude mentioned one thing, "Half a year ago, I received a letter out of the blue. The person who wrote the letter told me that if I didn't want to be alienated into a monster, I would move here and wait for someone. ”
"Waiting for whom?"
"I didn't say it in the letter, but I think now that it might be for me to wait for you."
Thor suddenly had a not-so-good memory, "Who is the person who wrote the letter?" ”
"Kismet."
The corners of Saul's mouth twitched, "Good." ”
He walked up to Claude, "Now, I'll help you recover first." As for the other villagers, it's up to you to see if you have any other valuable information to offer. ”
An hour later.
The hamlet is back alive.
The villagers seemed to have forgotten that a wizard was coming to choose an apprentice, they hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, and they all stood happily in the streets to share their feelings.
Thor and Claude stood in front of the village chief's house, like two invisible men.
"Thank you." Claude thanked him earnestly.
Thor looked at the milky shell wind chimes in his hand, which was one of the prices of Claude's exchange, the dream bell.
It is said to appease spirits and weave them a new memory.
"Pollution is terrible for the villagers, but it also gives them the strength to exist in the world. Now that most of the pollution has been removed, the villagers will not be around for long. ”
In this small village, except for Claude, no one else is alive, and the reason for its existence is also a mystery.
When Thor sucked away the pollution, the villagers regained their normal temperament, but their vitality quickly dissipated.
Maybe it will exist for another month? Or ten days?
"I know, I found out the first time you helped that girl suck up the pollution. But it's a relief for me and for them. Maybe out of this strange law, they can rest in peace, and I can finally let go of the past. ”
"Good luck, then." Thor put away the wind chimes, turned to leave, and halfway through, suddenly stopped, turned back to him, and asked him, "I haven't asked yet, who is the wizard who took you as an apprentice?" ”
Claude was also in a trance, he recalled it carefully before saying, "My mentor is a third-order wizard, Clark the Dream Maker. ”
A third-order wizard?
Thor was a little surprised, "The rules in this village were also made by your mentor?" ”
Could it be that a third-order wizard could be so powerful?
"Impossible...... I think of some. The rule here is so strong because it is recognized by the land. Over here...... But Borderlands! ”
At this moment, the little girl ran over and pulled the corner of Claude's clothes, "Little Claude, little Claude, I found a big hole in the tree." ”
Claude stopped looking back at Thor, smiled and bent down, letting the girl lead him away.
Agu: [He still doesn't want to come out of this dream.] 】
Morton: [I can't see anything special about him being favored by a third-order wizard.] 】
Ann: [Maybe that third-order wizard has another purpose. 】
Herman: [......]
Thor had left the nameless village about five hundred meters by this time, and the brown dirt road under his feet suddenly turned into grass.
He turned back again, and there was no trace of the village behind him.
Ahead, Marsh was standing in front of the car and waving excitedly at him.
Seeing Thor return, Marsh stammered, "My lord, you just disappeared suddenly, and then, suddenly, you appeared again. ”
"That's a double combination of sorcery and rule effects." Thor, who had just gathered a lot of information on the Borderlands, was in a good mood.
He jumped into the carriage in two steps, and he was just about to bend down to enter the carriage, when suddenly his legs went limp, and he fell into it.
Marsh was holding on to the door and waiting for Thor to enter, only to see him plunged into the car.
Marsh's eyes widened.
But the next second, he closed his mouth to exclaim, closed the door, sat back into the carriage with a blank face, shook the reins, and drove in the other direction.
At the same time, the little girl who was squatting next to a large tree and talking to Claude suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Claude asked as he bent over her.
"The sound of the water is gone." The little girl shook her head.
Claude didn't understand.
But the little girl did not answer him, and shook her head.
Claude stood up, only to notice that the others around him were shaking their heads as well.
In other words, it is like shaking a bottle, shaking your head.
Claude frowned, pondered, and after a moment, shook his head in imitation of their appearance.
"Whoa—whoa—"
He said suspiciously, "The sound of the water...... Obviously all the time? ”
Thor: I'm not dizzy!
(End of chapter)