Quenched long order

Chapter 218 Kindness and Message

There are always some things in the world that are fair to people, such as sunshine... and air.

Kraut walked out of the door of the Security Department and breathed fresh air. Three days ago, he was invited by the Security Department to assist in the investigation. It was only today that he was released under the guarantee of Lu Ping, the vice president of the Golden Dawn Society.

During this period, the investigation team had been hoping to interrogate Kraut alone. However, due to the opposition of the Ministry of Security and the Golden Dawn, it had been unsuccessful. There was even a short-sighted member of the investigation team who planned to coerce him privately. In this regard, Kraut was Of course, Lott accidentally taught him a lesson, so that he didn't have to work in the past few months.

The limiting device for soul energy has a weak effect on the tempered ones of a large level and cannot prevent the emergence of the soul body, and the soul body itself is the embodiment of the tempering ability.

Therefore, the Tempered Persons above the Great Level are so valuable and cannot be imprisoned and interrogated by conventional means. All the Great Level Tempered Persons currently imprisoned in the Pelos Empire are imprisoned by using curses to restrict their movements.

He called a carriage and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jason.

"Claude." Jason came over with three beautifully wrapped gift boxes, which were palm-sized and had the pattern of Westwood Port outlined in gold lines on the surface. "You hold these, they are for Sauer and Martha. "

Kraut took the gift box and opened it. An exquisite medal of honor was placed in it. However, although the color was gold, it was stained with blood. He wiped it gently and found that the blood stains were integrated with the medal. This medal was with him. Compared with the golden medal of honor, it is even heavier.

He picked up the Bloody Medal of Honor and turned it to the back. There were two lines of small words written on it.

I would like to use this medal to commemorate those warriors who have selflessly dedicated themselves to Ximu Port.

May the glory illuminate the darkness.

Kraut carefully placed the Medal of Honor back into the gift box.

"Captain... no, the city lord said that Ximu Port will remember every kindness. If you have anything, you can go to him directly." Jason explained.

"Why are there three--" As soon as he finished speaking, Kraut remembered that mysterious man, who was strictly speaking Sauer's client.

"It's that person." Jason explained. As he spoke, he laughed awkwardly, "Actually, I almost forgot about him at first. It was the captain who reminded me."

"I understand." Kraut put the gift box away, "I will pass it to Sauer next time I see him."

"Yeah." Jason nodded.

The carriage gradually drove away from the Security Department and headed in the direction of the Golden Dawn.

Jason watched the carriage drive away until it disappeared from sight.

At the same time, Hume, who was standing by the window, also turned and left.

……

into the night.

"We are so unlucky!" In a tavern, the interrogators who were sent to the border were complaining.

The journey was not difficult and dangerous, but they were very dissatisfied at the thought of living on the boring border soon.

"Do you think the leader needs to be like this?" An interrogator put down his wine glass. "Isn't he just a lucky miner? How did we know that he couldn't hold on? At the beginning, that bitch didn't do anything. No? What did we do wrong? It has always been like this before."

"That's right." Another interrogator responded: "And that guy also killed a person. Doesn't our life count as life?"

"Next time I see that guy named Sauer, I'm going to kill him!" the interrogator, who had always remained silent, shouted loudly.

"Forget it, bad luck, drink, drink, drink."

Several people started clinking glasses.

Amidst the cheers, few people noticed that a man in a cloak was silently leaving the tavern.

late at night.

The drunken interrogators returned to the hotel together. Even though they had just talked for a long time, the resentment in the hearts of these people had not dissipated. Even the passing dogs had to be kicked.

After walking for a while, several people turned into a small alley.

The noisy noise gradually faded away, and the surroundings were completely silent. It was so quiet that it made people panic.

One of them couldn't hold it in any longer, turned around, stood by the wall and untied his pants, while the others ignored him and continued to walk forward.

After a while, another person couldn't hold it in any longer.

The two leaders laughed and moved on.

Not long after, cold wind blew into the backs of their necks. Suddenly, one of them woke up and asked:

"Are they following?"

This question is like a bucket of cold water, waking the other person up from their stupor.

The two of them looked back and saw that the alley was extremely dark and there was no other figure.

one of them shouted.

The shouts echoed in the alley.

"Go back and take a look." One person walked back.

The other person felt that the situation was not good and planned to leave. After hesitating for two seconds, he decided to follow. It would be safer for the two of them to be together.

The disappearance of the interrogators did not cause too much trouble. The soldiers responsible for escorting them searched for him for two days, but still had no results. Later, they could only identify the missing interrogators as deserters.

About two weeks later.

Near a remote abandoned house on the outskirts of the town.

Two children came to the nearby playroom, and at sunset, a child in black discovered the entrance to the basement.

He pushed the door open gently.

It was pitch black inside the door, like a passage leading to hell.

A faint stench wafted out from the door.

"It stinks!" The kid in blue rushed over. He saw behind the basement door and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know." The kid in black shook his head. Suddenly, he found that he couldn't smell the stink.

The blue child ran over holding his nose, stretched his head and looked into the door, "Go in and take a look, maybe there is a treasure."

The two looked at each other, pushed the door open completely, and walked towards the basement.

The child in black felt as if his sense of smell was malfunctioning. He could smell the odor for a while, and then not smell it anymore.

"It stinks, uh-" The kid in blue retched.

Not long after, the two came to the basement. However, the light outside the door could not illuminate the basement at all, and the child in blue found a flint on his body.

There was a crisp clang, and the flint struck sparks.

"There is something on the table." The kid in black caught the table in the middle of the basement.

The kid in blue walked over and used the flint to create sparks again. This time, he saw the things on the table clearly, "Oh, what, moldy chicken, rotten broccoli, but why didn't he seem to eat a bite?" Pass."

He was a little curious and took a closer look.

"Why don't you speak?" The kid in blue glanced at the kid in black.

"Wall..." The kid in black raised his left hand tremblingly, pointing to the deepest wall of the basement, "...there are people on the wall."

After hearing this, the child in blue immediately moved away from the wall, "Really or not? Don't scare me!" The child in black swallowed and nodded vigorously.

The kid in blue looked towards the wall and sparked again.

Even if the sparks flickered for only a moment, the two children could still capture the scene on the wall. They saw a rotten man fixed to the wall with chains, his head hanging in front of him, his belly completely shriveled, and he was obviously dead. For a long time.

The two children were almost stunned. The darkness turned out to be a shield to protect them.

The kid in blue subconsciously lit up the spark again.

The next second, the two men ran out of the basement screaming.

……

Sauer was sitting on the carriage heading to the polar tundra. He carefully looked at the KitKat drawing board in his hand.

Just as he thought, the KitKat drawing board has been used many times, and ordinary colors can no longer remove dirt. Even just rare colors are difficult to satisfy. Although this relic can theoretically be used indefinitely, in essence it is It is a relic that has a number of uses, and the number of uses has been insufficient.

Although KitKat Sketchpad can be used for the last time no matter what, he doesn't want to give up.

Finally, after constant attempts, he finally found a color to remove the last bit of dirt. It was the color of soup. It had no name. It was a failed product of a chef. The color was between green and cyan, but It also has a bit of crystal clear color.

"There's nothing wrong with Kraut. Martha is still in the same situation as before. I don't know the specific situation, but with Kraut here, don't worry too much. If Kraut can't solve it, I guess it's of no use."

After Sauer dealt with the interrogators, he asked someone to collect information about Ximugang. Since he had been sentenced to "death penalty", Ximugang would no longer want him. It was obviously impossible for the investigation team to pursue a large-scale wanted order. However, he believed that the investigation Tuan will definitely find clues, but as long as the person who can divine him doesn't come, he is confident that he can escape, or even be killed by him if he is not strong enough.

"Bury..."

Berry's appearance came to his mind, that black cat with a pair of green eyes that stood out at night.

He closed his eyes and merged his thoughts with the KitKat pad.

The idea painted has been conveyed.

In his mind, countless magnificent colors suddenly appeared on the KitKat drawing board, but it has not started yet.

The KitKat drawing board waits for a response from the person it draws.

"Could it be that……"

Sauer was a little worried that something might have happened to Bury.

Suddenly, the KitKat drawing board vibrated, and the white drawing board suddenly became more colorful.

The whole process lasted about half a minute.

Sauer slowly opened his eyes and stared at the painting on the Kit Kat drawing board.

The colors on the drawing boards are very rich, and the painting style tends to be realistic, with its own composition and even a three-dimensional feel.

Bury's side face appeared in the center, turning his head to look back, with vigilance and worry in his green eyes. In front of Bury, there was an indescribable strange creature. At first glance, it looked like an ugly cylinder. The cylinder There are various limbs on the surface, like a collection of countless insects, the legs of cockroaches, the sickles of mantises, the tentacles of beetles, and the wings of butterflies. Everything is gathered together, exuding a terrifying chaos. It seems that the spirit has been raped.

Even just looking through the KitKat pad, Sauer felt a dull pain in his temples.

The next second, some more lines and boxes appeared on the KitKat drawing board. Soon, he discovered that these lines and boxes represented the prison doors. However, the prison doors were constantly stacking up. It seemed that in order to lock Berry, the prison doors were being closed. The door has five layers, and even the middle layer is sealed with liquid. Not even a fly can fly in, let alone a mouse.

"I will find a way to rescue you, just give me some time."

Whether it's as a friend or to get Bury to fulfill his end of the bargain, it's clear that Bury needs to be rescued from prison.

However, given the level of the enemy, even if he found the location where he was being held, he would not be able to be rescued. Forcibly helping Burry escape from prison would be like hitting an egg with a stone.

He needs to become stronger, at least, to reach a great level and have a soul body.

……

In Ximu Port, Kraut was sorting out experimental information, when there was a knock on the door.

Soon, the servant came over and said in a respectful tone: "Mr. Kraut, the man who calls himself Zod is looking for you."

"The Zod of Alonso Street?" Kraut asked carefully.

"Yes." The servant nodded.

"Invite him in." Kraut put the information aside.

Once, when Sauer was about to leave, he had already asked Zod to prepare supplies, but too many things happened later, and he almost forgot about it.

After Zedd saw Kraut, he stepped forward and took off his hat.

"What's wrong?" Kraut was a little confused.

Zod took out a piece of letter paper from the compartment of his hat, and then handed it over carefully.

Kraut looked at the contents on the letter, his doubtful eyes gradually becoming focused.

"I just found out today." Zedd said softly: "He has already been here and only took away the money."

Kraut nodded slightly, but his eyes did not leave the letter:

I'm fine, Kraut, don't worry about me.

I had no choice but to not see you for the last time before leaving Ximu Port. I am very relieved to know that you are safe and sound.

It’s difficult to describe in detail what happened that day, and there are many things I don’t understand, so I won’t list them for now.

I also learned something from being locked up in a cage prison this time.

The first is that my memory does not seem to be as simple as I thought. There seems to be secrets hidden in it. These secrets may be able to solve my confusion. Therefore, I plan to go to the north and have a look. Maybe I can find a glimpse into the memory without Ways to hurt yourself.

The second thing is that after I passed out, I dreamed about something, maybe it was the legacy of Sandman's curse, or maybe it wasn't. Anyway, it was a very strange feeling. In the dream, I met my friends on Stewart Island again. They wanted to take me away, but in the end, I refused.

I can not be reconciled.

From the moment I opened my eyes, suffering has been with me, but I am lucky because I, an insignificant miner, can survive to this day.

Regardless, I'm not going to sit around and wait.

I have a guess that the world may not have been what it is today. There may have been wars and deaths, as well as pain and natural disasters, but there were no ubiquitous and unpreventable disasters, and there were no such huge conflicts between people. gap.

If the guess comes true, it also means that there must be a force in this world that can change the entire world.

I want to find this power to make the source of all these tragedies disappear. My friends on Stewart Island, as well as your relatives, will have a better life.

This may be the meaning of my life.

Finally, I have a merciless request. I asked you to leave Ximu Port and stay away from the black fog before, but I have carefully considered that the emergence of the black fog may not be simple. If you can stay in Ximu Port and help study the black fog, It may be a more correct choice. In short, it all depends on your choice.

I wish you peace!

……

Kraut quickly read the letter again, and then he placed the letter on the candle and lit it.

The flames spread across the paper, leaving only patches of black ash.

(End of this chapter)