Quenched long order

Chapter 139 Lonely Soul

Yes, Bury did not resist from the beginning to the end. Although escape is theoretically a kind of resistance, it is only the slightest resistance, which does not belong to the resistance that the public thinks. Moreover, this is different from the strength that Bury has shown before. It doesn't match, it's more like the way he does things.

As Sauer's violence escalated step by step, Bury responded only in the most benign manner.

Explain, apologize, endure, beg for mercy.

The gentleness was so mild that it even surprised Sauer, and it even allowed him to regain his composure and sober up from the anger that had been suppressed and erupted for a long time.

When people are angry, they don't care about gains and losses.

On Stewart Island, when fighting the mutant Regis, it was exactly the same.

The violent air in the cave gradually calmed down.

Saul dragged his tired body towards the chair. He propped up the wall with his palm with only hand bones, feeling the dull feeling coming from his palm. He leaned on the back of the chair with his right hand and sat down slowly.

There was a glimpse of white in the corner of his eyes, he clenched his left hand into a fist, put it in front of his stomach, and then covered it with his right elbow.

At the end of the cave, Bury wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept across the cave, and finally fell on Saul. His eyes flickered, he hesitated for a while, and asked:
"Are you in good health?"

Saul glanced at Bury without answering.

The anger has been released, the person has been beaten, and he has calmed down now. Even though Bury almost killed him, his left hand turned into a bone, his vocal cords were damaged, and there are other temporarily unknown effects, he can't do it now. .

If he had to answer, he could only answer "very bad", which was worse than imagined. His body seemed to be recovering from a serious injury, and he felt a sense of loss of strength all the time.

"Three days ago..." Burry began.

"Three days?" Saul said, but his own voice made him feel uncomfortable. He simply used a voice simulation to replace his own voice. Then, a monotonous voice appeared in the cave.

Burry was a little surprised, but didn't express anything.

Sauer started to adjust, and the monotonous voice became complicated, close to the original voice. He continued to adjust to make the sound closer to the original voice, but it seemed that there was always something missing. After thinking about it carefully, he found that it was still the defect of the previous voice imitation , lack of emotion.

"Sounds pretty much the same as before," Burry reminded.

Saul sighed, and moved his voice to the front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and tried to make the sound source sound at the position of the vocal cords, but the result was unsatisfactory. He lost the cooperation of his mouth and sounded very stiff, and the sound was transmitted to the inner ear It was also quite strange, there was a sense of strangeness, and after comprehensive consideration, he positioned the sound source in front of his mouth and found that the effect was better.

The only downside is...he has a voice even if he doesn't speak. If he forgets to cooperate for a while, the situation may be very weird.

"I slept for three full days?" Saul asked, mimicking his own voice.

"Almost..." Burry hesitated for a moment, and replied: "...It's just that yesterday, you were not breathing, your body was cold, and your soul seemed to have left your body. At that time, I thought you were dead, and I planned to wait seven days later. Bury you again."

Having said that, he smiled and added, "Your vitality is very tenacious."

"You mean... I died and came back to life?" Shalton paused, and he guessed: "It should be that I didn't die completely, or that I was influenced by you and got the disaster of fantasy Ability."

This is the most likely scenario...

Saul thought.

Bury shook his head: "Impossible, it is impossible for the quencher to have the ability to destroy the madness."

Before Saul could speak, he added: "The quencher is affected in the same way as you...the body will collapse and die quickly. If you can survive by chance, part of your body will become bones."

After speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"It's probably a fake death." Saul thought of what he saw and heard in a coma, and he still clearly remembered that face, which was probably his original appearance.

"...I have a question, I want to ask you."

He said.

Compared with the fact that it cannot be changed temporarily, it is obvious that it is more important to focus on the present moment.

Immediately afterwards, he told what he had seen and heard in the "dream" before, and what happened on Stewart Island. However, he hid many details about himself, such as his origin .

He wanted to ask Bury's opinion on this matter.

"Do you think it's a dream, a memory, or something else..." Sauer didn't think of a good adjective.

Burry blinked and shook his head slightly, "It's all possible."

He lowered his head, thought carefully, and said, "I can use star magic to help you, but..."

He didn't say the latter words, but the meaning has been conveyed.

Saul naturally understood what Burry meant. He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and replied, "But you can't control it?"

According to what Burry said before, there is no problem under normal circumstances, but if it is him, there may be other influences, which will lead to another outbreak of the delusional disaster. Next time, maybe he will not be so lucky.

"...You are a quencher. In theory, as long as you use enough times, you can ignore the influence of the delusional disaster." Bury said his speculation.

Saul nodded, but didn't know how to answer.

This sentence is very reasonable, and it is also in line with the steps of the quencher to continuously train their own souls, but...

If you describe it in another sentence, it can be compared to "as long as you keep being shot by bullets and you are still alive, you can ignore bullets."

Obviously, even in this world with special abilities, this is unlikely to be true.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very backbone.

If he dares to try, the result may be to try and die.

However, in this sentence, he grasped a key point.

"Aren't you a quencher?" Saul was a little surprised.

"I'm not." Bury shook his head.

"What you have been relying on is the magic of the stars you mentioned?" Saul frowned slightly. Suddenly, he recalled the scene of punching himself just now. Bury was knocked to the ground by his punch. If he was a strong and strong person, With his strength just now, it may not be able to have such an effect. Bury's body seems to be very weak.

"Well, this is the only strength I can rely on." Bury nodded slightly.

"Your body..." Sauer looked at Bury's body. The cat's head couldn't see much difference, but the body, including the muscles of the arms and legs, gave off a very thin feeling.

Bury raised his hands, looked at his thin arms, and seemed to think of something, and then he replied:

"Did you find out? If there is no star magic, any ordinary villager can beat me, put a collar on me, lock me in a cage, and then take me to various places to parade, and wait until I can't make any money. Sell ​​me to a circus."

He smiled, but his expression was very lonely.

"So they caught me, and I ran away. Fighting is not my strong point, and it won't be in the future. However, besides fighting, there are many ways to solve problems in this world."

Hearing these words, Sauer thought of his time on Stewart Island. At this moment, compared with the only humanoid creatures around him, he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

"Then you are in a mess."

He smiled back.

"Sometimes it's not so embarrassing." Burry replied subconsciously.

Saul looked at Bury and heard Bury's self-comforting words. At this moment, he felt that the cat-man in front of him was very similar to himself in some respects—the kind of loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow.

Bury saw that Saul just smiled, and his heart that had been hanging was also settled down. He looked around the cave and said in a slightly apologetic tone: "Sauer, I know, my appearance is a disaster for you. , but I still hope you can be my agent, I..."

He paused, seeming to recall some words.

"...I can't promise you anything, but we can trade. I have some collections and can divination, so I should be able to help you."

Sauer did not agree or refuse, but asked a question:
"Where's your former agent?"

He didn't believe he was the first.

Facing this question, Bury thought for a full three seconds before replying, "They're all... dead."

Saul didn't ask why, he stood up, walked to the supplies piled up next to the cave wall, and began to rummage inside. Soon, he found a white bandage for dressing. He took out the bandage and wrapped it around his left hand , but soon, he discovered that wrapping too much bandage would make his already sluggish left hand even slower, so he had no choice but to retreat and wrap it in a thin layer, so as not to be too revealing.

"No problem, I will act as your agent."

His voice was less decadent than before, and became more vigorous.

"You're right. To me, you are indeed a sudden disaster. You are like... the disaster of this world. It comes suddenly and cannot be resisted."

When Saul said this, Bury's face changed, but because his hair was almost completely black, almost no one could notice it except himself.

"But how should I put it? It's not your fault. I mean you... Is it a human? Or a cat? Or something else?"

Sauer continued to search among the supplies, and soon he saw something of interest, a pair of black gloves.

"Man." Burry's tone was firm.

Sauer took out the glove and put it on his left hand. The size of the glove did not match, but compared to a thin layer of bandage, the covering effect was much better. It can only be judged that the left hand is injured, and it is not possible to guess the bones and associate them with disasters.

"Man." He nodded and turned to look at Bury. "You are kind, polite, gentle, and you don't hide many things, honest? In short, this incident is more like...an accident? I'm afraid you are not I know the specific reason, but no matter what, it doesn’t make any sense to continue to struggle with this matter. Is it okay to continue to be angry? Continue to blame yourself? It will only increase troubles and sentimentality, so it’s better to focus on things that I can control and improve. "

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and turned left and right, a sense of dullness that was hard to hide, like a rusty machine.

"My only condition is that this hand, even if it is an accident, you are the main responsibility. You are responsible for curing it. I will not retreat from this point."

Sauer made a condition that is not considered a condition, because there is no time limit.

"I'll fix it." Bury nodded heavily. "I promise!"

Sauer withdrew his left hand, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and then continued to organize the supplies.

He still remembers the content of the transaction.

"You marked six locations on the map of Westwood Port. You said you wanted to destroy the statue of the King of the Black Domain. In other words, including the statue of the garrison, you wanted to destroy a total of seven statues?"

he asks.

"The more the better, but it doesn't have to be seven." Burry shook his head slightly.

"I'm curious, why do you need to do this kind of thing, don't the people in Westwood Port have any sense of crisis?"

Saul took the sharp dagger he found with him, and poured some water into the kettle. He looked at the reflection on the water, and it was Saul's appearance, not the appearance he saw when he met the adult Kerry, which made him There is a sense of reality, but in this sense of reality, there is a little regret.

He simply wiped his face and restyled his hair.

The neater a person is, the less likely he is to be suspected.

"Compared with other large cities, the quenchers in Westwood Port have a lower status. I have observed the people in the garrison working. They cherish their lives very much. This is different from other cities."

Burry looked at the upper left corner, seemingly lost in memory, and then he continued:

"However, everyone has their own ideas, and it may be an exception. The point is that the result of my divination is that if I don't intervene, the king of the black domain is likely to come to Westwood Port."

Saul patted the dust off his body, bent over to roll up the trouser legs and put them down again, then straightened them vigorously.

"What will happen after the king of the black domain comes?"

he asked after standing up straight.

"West wood port may disappear." Bury gave the answer.

Sauer took it to heart.

"Did something happen in these three days?" Saul continued to ask about the situation.

"The black fog at the sea level is getting closer. There are ships going to investigate. I don't know what happened in the city. You go to the place I marked. I guess some of them should have been dealt with." Bury replied.

"Have you ever divined the black mist?" Saul was a little curious.

Bury shook his head and said: "I haven't divination yet, but there should be no impact in a short period of time. Even if it affects Westwood Port, Westwood Port itself and the residents in the city, there is still time to leave, and... I don't think I have a way to stop the black Fog, it looks like this black fog is coming from the ocean."

"Why don't you give it a try? Divination of the black mist." Sauer's tone became serious.

"Do you want me to read?" Burry asked curiously.

"Yes." Saul nodded.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Bury nodded, "After you leave here."

"Thank you, but remember not to be too forceful." Sauer thought of the scene when the power in Bury's body exploded before. According to Bury, it was because of his weight in the starry sky that caused too much energy consumption. Then, divination Stewart Island, Divination hides a secret door to borrow life, and perhaps the impact will be even more serious.

Bury looked at Saul, opened his eyes a little, then nodded slightly.

Saul set off to leave the cave. He already had a plan in mind, but he needed to find Clout to ask about the situation first.

(End of this chapter)