I, Lord of the End

2022-01-13

Chapter 3, Q&A

Sid has to admit, hiding on the couch for a few days is no fun .

Difficulty breathing, dark vision, etc. It’s okay to say, eating difficulties can also be overcome, more than 200 pounds of fat pressed on the surface of the body is still a kind of cultivation.

The biggest pain is that the dull feeling of not knowing the passage of time and the hallucination of human beings in a closed environment for a long time are his worst enemies.

And the damn mice, coming down the vents and smelling food scraps.

I don’t know if it was lucky or unlucky, but the mouse contributed his own value. Judging from the result, the mice did him a favor.

Sid follows the trend again, in one go.

oh la la ~

The leather is cut with force, and a young man stretches himself out of the sofa, with silky strands of silver, each strand The hair is as white and pure as snow, and the eyes of sea-blue color have a faint smile.

In Hoffman’s eyes, this is a slightly childish appearance, and his appearance is biased towards neutral. The stature is thinner and looks harmless to humans and animals.

Only the dagger in his chest reminded Hoffman, telling him that the boy in front of him really had a problem!

“Cough…de.” Sir struggled, panting hard, as if he suddenly understood something: “You…cough cough…how…”

“That’s right, it’s me.” The beautiful boy said coldly, he had a handsome face that was more delicate than a cardamom girl, but unfortunately the beautiful boy’s voice at this time was like an AI without any emotion, with a Faint smile on his face, His voice was icy cold.

Sid knew that despite wearing a mask, Hoffman had no reason not to recognize him, and he watched him for three years.

Hoffman’s face was instantly ecstatic, and even his pale lips twitched.

It turns out that the boss’s worries are real!

It turns out that this little puppy really has a problem!

It turned out to be me…

“Still thinking about your dream of being transferred back to Holy White City?” Sid said calmly, almost without emotion.

Hoffman’s smile stiffened, and he looked down at the dagger pierced through his chest, his face turning pale again.

Damn little bastard… little milk dog.

Hoffman knew he had no chance.

In terms of strength, Sid is Paragon Rank, and he is Cornerstone Rank, and the gap between them is a whole big rank.

In terms of actual combat experience, he is a professional bureaucrat for 20 years, and Sid is a front-line mercenary for three years.

No chance, Hoffman is very clear, the boy in front of him is a very cautious guy, the old jazz tried to struggle: “cough cough…you…at first…just?”

Sid leg raised directly kicked the tempered one-handed sword farther: “Why watch me? What is Chosen One?”

Hoffman reluctantly withdrew his hand, and there was no chance.

“Come on.” Sid grabbed Hoffman by the collar and lifted him up: “I’ve avoided the point, I don’t want to kill.”

” Huh.” Hoffman also said with a sneer, he looked at Sid disdainfully, he knew him, Sid didn’t like to kill, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill, this little mercenary was always full once he made a move.

Sid frowned, apparently Hoffman knew him well, not surprisingly: “Tell me all about it, or I wouldn’t mind another accident.”

The Old Sir complexion slightly changed, he stared at Sid’s face.

There is only indifference, this is a little bastard with weak feelings, he knows.

“cough cough cough ~” Hoffman suddenly forced a smile: “…wait…someone…find…you.”

“Recently, the Principality of Evil Wolf and Rizlan has a lot of dark elf assassin and spy activities.” Sid said without emotion: “Someone once said that they would pay 500 gold ecubit to buy your head, so you applied for escort and rejected.”

“Standard Standard dark elf dagger.” The beautiful boy took out a glass bottle with crimson’s solution tumbling in it: “Salamander gland fluid, dark elves like to use it to deal with corpses, burn the mouth, esophagus and stomach, unable to determine the exact time of death, dark Elf assassin is used to medicine.”

“No property is lost, it is murder.”

“A tribune Knight or a circuit judge must report murder to the Kingdom Council.”

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“You are a dispatch officer, the Helvetia Kingdom Council must report to the Holy Empire court, here to the Holy Empire, three weeks.”

“Hoffman (hofmann), surname Sivis, third-class citizen, priority Rank, low, the war against the Principality of Wallace is underway, priority, lower, estimated time, three months later.”

At this time, the beautiful boy was in the eyes of the old Sir and the devil from the abyss of hell No difference, every time he said a word, Hoffman’s face paled.

“How long?” The old sergeant said with a bitter smile, he coughed blood: “How long did you… plan… how long?”

“From my promotion to Paragon Rank, it counts as six month, then a month, and four days.” Sid said calmly: “I’ll ask you one last time, who sent you, and what is Chosen One? I’ll give you a treat, I promise.”

“No.” Hoffman struggled a few times and gave up the struggle when he saw no chance. He twitched the corner of his mouth in pain: “Never.”

“As I said, I don’t mind a little more. Accident.” Sid added a little bit of strength, and the beautiful boy was terrifying calmly: “Aren’t you thinking about your family?”

“I don’t know much more than you…but I advise you , don’t learn about things you shouldn’t know…that’s not good for you.” Hoffman shook his head again, this time he finally said some complete words, it could be seen that he had been holding back for a long time, and after saying these words, he just said All that’s left is to breathe.

Hoffman’s nose was smashed off with one punch, and blood gushed out of his nose, but no matter how Sid coerced, Hoffman closed his eyes.

He wouldn’t say it.

In an instant, Hoffman was moved by himself. He seemed to be back in the summer more than 20 years ago, when the Sivis teenager with a dream crossed the single-plank bridge from the magnificent army with thousands of men and horses. , seized the opportunity for a very few third-class citizens to go to the bishop club in Holy White City for further education. What a great dream he had at that time, how ridiculous he looks now.

This is the last time, the great Holy Empire, the great first Falcon Emperor Romani is on!

Ollie is loyal to you, to the Sixth Dynasty.

He smiled serenely, the physical pain gradually faded away, and the spiritual satisfaction allowed the old sergeant to carry all Sid’s means.

Sid frowned subconsciously, his slender white eyebrows were raised upwards, he was not good at torture and specialized in assassination, and he was impossible to maintain this state for too long, outside was Baden Street, servants Soldiers are working on the high level of the street, vendors are selling goods, and the tribune Knight will patrol every 30 minutes, and the situation here may be discovered at any time.

“That’s it.” Seemingly unable to ask anything, he pulled out his dagger and gave Sir a pleasure. After confirming that he was no longer breathing, Sid began to prepare the scene. Unscrew the cork of the glass bottle and poured Hoffman a vial of salamander solution.

The mouth, esophagus, and stomach soon burned to such a degree that nothing could be detected.

After processing the scene, Sid glanced at the charred corpse of Sir Hoffman, silently said sorry, and bowed slightly to express his apology.

Hoffman is actually a little innocent.

The bureaucrat, loyal to the Empire, did deliberately give him the kind of hidden danger when he first arrived.

For example, some tasks are slightly beyond the corresponding level, for example, some tasks are not suitable for mercenaries of this profession to complete.

Each mission was posted for Sid, who was wounded multiple times and forced to near-death.

But Hoffman didn’t really want him to die, but wanted to test whether he was the “Chosen One” repeatedly mentioned in the report. From this point of view, Hoffman was not guilty of death.

But Sid is innocent too!

No one wants to be watched silently for 5 years, and they continue to test him with some accidents all day long. Waves of monitors are always monitoring his every move, including Hoffman. It’s over, isn’t it?

He has managed to get several monitors by various means.

Some watchers are greedy, so Sid manages to expose his wickedness and let the upright and stubborn Rizlans drive him away.

Some of the watchers were in poor health, and Sid made him sicker and had to seek medical attention.

There are also monitors who are aggressive, not content with people. This is also easy to arrange. Fighting will always lead to revenge…

Only Hoffman, this guy is a Not greedy for money, good health, regular work and rest, not aggressive, just like to fish and be lazy and be a salary thief.

Until he died, he probably didn’t know that he could really let him realize his dream of returning to Holy White City, right?

After everything was arranged, Sid came out of the back door of Hoffman’s house, checked and confirmed it again, changed his clothes, and then returned to Baden Street.

It’s no wonder Sid is cautious and has a special appearance. The young and powerful Sid has a small reputation on this street. He came here at the age of 12. Even such a young mercenary is Rizlan. Bing Kingdom is very rare, not to mention his silver white hair and the appearance of a beautiful boy.

Silver hair and sea-blue color pupils, this is the most typical first-class aristocratic Nobili’s appearance, outstanding innate talent, superb learning ability, but also shows that Sid’s identity is different, especially the first After the four dynasties, the bloodline has become increasingly thin, and Sid, a national-level rare animal with sudden bloodline reversion, will definitely be adopted by the great nobles early and incorporated into the family as the key training object.

The bloodline isn’t as powerful as it used to be.

Sid said silently.

This is also the reason why he chose to come to Rizlan instead of staying in the Holy Empire. The Rizlan kingdom is located in the east of the Holy Empire. It is a vassal state of the Holy Empire. Range’s Rizlan kingdom, Holy Empire’s influence is already very weak, and as a mercenary kingdom, who has it here.

As the saying goes, the small is hidden in the wild, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the dynasty.

Sid doesn’t want to be a savage, it’s a world of swords and magic, and the wild isn’t safe at all.

Sid also doesn’t want to rely on his appearance to go to the army, to the Knights, or to the church to get a half-office job. inevitable.

A foreign world soft rice life from scratch?

Wrong!

The foreign world breeding pig life from scratch!

Bloodline throwback Level 2 nobles like Sid are not strong enough, so they are locked up for breeding!

So what exactly is Chosen One?

Even back at Migrating Bird Tavern, Sid is still thinking about it.

Migrating Bird Tavern is a large double-storey tavern that provides accommodation services. Now it is only three o’clock in the afternoon. There are very few people in the tavern, only about half a dozen (12 for a dozen) people are drinking and eating , the bartender with a bald head and a messy beard is wiping the greasy Mark glass, and from the sleepy look he knows that this is also a fisherman.

The appearance of Sid attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby on the first floor, and the bartender immediately came to the spirit: “Sid! long time no see!”

“I think I came only two days ago. Yes.” Sid rolled his eyes at the bartender behind the counter: “You have a really bad memory, Bob, maybe I can tell Hanks that I’m better at the bartender position than you are.”

“This It’s unlikely, my lord Sid, it’s impossible for you to work as a bartender. Only Sivis and Seus can do this job. Of course, it’s not that particular here in Rizlan. After all, there are many Roma and Linhe Rus. But it can’t be too much.” Bob rubbed the greasy cup a few times with embarrassment: “Please sit down, sorry, the ground is a little dirty. These mercenaries are not very particular, what do you want?”

“Grade 1 Demalt Liquor.” Sid sat on the bar naturally. He took out two copper Finneys and arranged them on the bar: “I’m a customer, why don’t you give me something?”

A pint is a unit of capacity. Sid estimates that Grade 1 is between 550ml and 560ml. In this world, it is a relatively standard unit of measurement, just a large wooden barrel. The amount of beer mugs.

“Hendrick is here, there are only some boiled beans in the kitchen now, and they are still a little hard. Do you need me to give you a little?” For Sid’s shameless, Bob has taken it all seriously: ” Or some pickled herring? I remember there was a big bucket in the kitchen, and I was almost done, and I swear even my grandma seldom saw the bottom of a bucket of pickled herring.”

Sure enough, Sid heard it. The complexion slightly changed when it arrived at Herring: “Let’s change the subject.”

Bob served a glass of ale, the ale had a light fragrance, but no bubbles, if this was in Holy Empire, Sid will directly suspect whether the blending is serious, but Rizlan is stubborn on the one hand, and honest on the other. He took a big sip, and Bob pointed behind Sid: “Look, I have found some new people for you. .”

Sid followed Bob’s gaze and looked behind him.

A few young mercenaries who are obviously just entering the industry, fifteen or sixteen years old, they are getting together excitedly, talking about something, chirp chirp twitter twitter is so lively.

“Newbie?” Sid put down his beer glass.

“Just finished their first mission, found a lost sheep, and the shepherd paid them a bounty of a silver shilling, all spent here.” Bob said with a smile: “Youngster is like this, he doesn’t know how to save.”

“Beginners?” Sid smiled, but he didn’t smile: “There’s no profit, I can get three or four shillings at most. A copper commission, and then I have to accompany these guys over mountains and mountains, spending my precious time.”

“Oh, you’ve come a big step forward!” Bob said very much. It is envy, mercenary middleman, eat two ends, very enviable career, that is, first of all, you must have a lot of mercenary experience and the number of completed orders, and secondly, you must pass the test with your own hard power.

Sid’s wine runs out in a few sips: do you want another drink? “

“No, I still have business.” “Sid stood up, and he took out a few Copper Coins: “I’ll buy them a beer each.” “

“You are still so generous.” ” Bob quickly took a few beers from the barrel, moved towards the young mercenaries, and the young mercenaries burst into cheers, moved towards Sid to express his gratitude, Sid casually nodded to encourage the newcomers to “work hard”, no After all, turn around and exit the door of the Migrating Bird Tavern.

Rizlan has no shortage of new mercenaries.

Rizlan The driving force behind the carriage’s rolling forward is the blood of mercenaries.

Well, then the alibi is guaranteed, Sid believes that when the time comes Bob and these young mercenaries will be willing to testify against him in circuit court to prove his innocence.

Next…the 17-year-old mercenary middleman kept walking, planning to turn around the Baden Street to the Mark Blacksmith’s Guild at 31 Geneva Street.

I don’t know why, every time he came to Geneva Street, he subconsciously wanted to ask for a refund. Something deep in the DNA made Sid want to shout like that.

Just then, Sid noticed a carriage, an open-top carriage, with Mrs. Hoffman and her son and daughter sitting in the car, chatting chirp chirp twitter twitter about something.

Strangely, Sid had a confused expression on his face. He remembered that the performance at the Grand Theater didn’t end so early. Could it be that something unexpected happened? The stereotyped Rizlans rarely show time shifts.

The teenager slowed down, he thought about it, and decided to follow the carriage and turn back to Baden Street.

People are not as fast as cars anyway. When Sid saw the door of Hoffman’s house on Baden Street from a distance, Mrs. Hoffman and two children had already got off the carriage.

There will be big news next, Sid got a little closer and kept a distance of about 30 to 40 meters, deliberately bargained with a fishmonger for two Glatis fish, he killed A father, though compelled by circumstances.

But what happened next took Sid’s breath away!

Sir Hoffman came out of the house, still wearing his new fur coat, suspenders and trousers, and with a gilded cane in his hand.

Sid stared blankly at Sir Hoffman, shaking his head and winking hard.

Hoffman, still alive? ? ?

“The reckoning will come.” Sir Hoffman roared suddenly, and he shouted to everyone in the street: “The reckoning, the reckoning will come!”

Old Sir’s moment The sluggish and excited look made everyone look at him, Mrs. Hoffman quickly shut him up, and his two children took two steps back in fright.

“The liquidation…” Sir Hoffman looked around suddenly, as if looking for someone, his eyes diverted in the crowd.

In the end, Sir Hoffman’s eyes fell on a fishmonger’s stall, but the person standing there had been disappeared, and the fat old Sir stopped his movements, the expression on his face. The expression was a little puzzled and confused.

“Ollie, what’s the matter with you?” Mrs. Hoffman pushed the old sergeant, motioning him to stop being humiliated outside.

“The reckoning will come,” Sir Hoffman repeated dully until he was pushed into the house.

“Jump~” The door of the house slammed shut.

An insignificant interlude didn’t interrupt the rhythm of Baden Strasse.

Life goes on.

And for someone, he’s in trouble.

He didn’t know if his life could go on.

Today, another chapter will be added, and I beg all uncle grandparents passing by to be magnanimous!

(end of this chapter)