Dawn of the Grey Tower

"Doesn't this attract the attention of others?" Hill asked on the street. She didn't understand the difference between stunning the night watchman and knocking down all the men in black in the tavern. In her view, the latter may still It's more straightforward.

Roland did not immediately answer this question. He was busy putting the unlucky egg that had been racked up before he could fall to the seat of the carriage, which was where the night watchman should be. In this way, unless someone sees the bruise behind his head, he can only regard what happened just as a nightmare. After doing this, the magician rubbed his hands and turned to look at the dementors, "Of course there is a difference. You think the testimony from the person ’s mouth is a clear answer, but in my opinion they are not more vague. The inference is more meaningful. There are too many reasons for lying in this world, and sometimes we have not even noticed that we have become an accomplice of lies. So I chose to make things that cannot lie as witnesses very early. . "

Hill watched Roland pick up the wooden stick used to stun the night watchman, which they had previously found in the alley next to the tavern, possibly the remains of some old furniture. The perfect tool for committing crimes, even if someone perceives that this is an attack, it is impossible to find out who the attack is from the weapon. But before he could find an alley and throw the stick back, the magician used it to pull out what was under the car, which was what he used to be the head of the night watchman.

"We always believe too much in what we see and hear, which makes us susceptible to external misleading." In fact, the human head is just the wrong perception presented by the atmosphere and instinct. The true identity of this thing is just a circle. The shape of the hand stove, the white smoke from it is the incompletely burning grass stem. Roland ripped a layer of cloth out of the furnace, and tucked it into the furnace to stop the white smoke. He handed the stove and stick to Hill, and he carefully opened the black curtain of the carriage with excitement.

"It's not that you can get the truth without looking at it, but you can't stop thinking at any time. Thinking about everything you know, and the meaning behind it, so that there is a weak possibility of actually seeing a little bit of reality." Roland's body Half of them penetrated into the carport, but then he discovered that as a human, he could not see the interior of the dim car. He had to move his body out and ask Hill for help, "Can you pass me the oil lamp?"

The female doctor shrugged and handed the oil lamp beside the night watchman to the magician. "As you said, there are too few things we can really recognize in this world."

Roland smiled and took over the lit lights, "I have lived for a long time, child, and the longer I live, the more I feel that the whole world is like a giant spider web, each thread leads to more The road. As for the whole picture of this web? I am afraid that even the spider weaving it is forgotten. "He said, lifting the oil lamp into the compartment.

"What did you see?" The magician's silence was too long, which gave Hill a bad hunch, she asked, and approached the former to pull him out. Fortunately, when he heard the inquiry, Roland responded. He solemnly took the initiative to come out of the carport, and the beard on his chin shivered.

"You'd better take a look at it yourself. I don't want to use words to describe this scene." The magician said sideways and gave way, leaving room for the dementors to let her see the scene in the car. Hill glanced at what Roland meant. She saw that in the whole car covered with thick black cloth, there were a lot of leather in bundles, which was not the leather of any beast she knew, but she could still see their origin at a glance, the ratman.

"I'm going to confirm what's in the other cars, how about you?" Not everyone likes to see **** things. Roland asked out of care for his companions.

Hill really doesn't like this. Although she has lived in the capital for a long time, she has seen countless darkness. But as a doctor, she is still used to thinking of rat-humans as humans, and the sheets of rat-human skin are undoubtedly in her view. Dementors are not sympathetic races, but this does not mean that they are indifferent and ruthless. The populations that depend on humans have been inadvertently affected by humans, just like Dementors will consciously choose a gender. They sometimes consider themselves and humans to be similar in a sense. Although their staple food is human lifespan.

"No problem, I'm a doctor." Hill nodded. She didn't have to force herself to see the cruel scene, but as a doctor, some of her abilities may play a key role. For example, if she is willing, she can get some information about her original owner in detail according to the size and completeness of the rat skin in the carriage ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Just before seeing the situation in several other carriages, She didn't want to do this yet.

Roland nodded without saying much. He lowered the curtain and turned to another carriage. The scene in the second carriage made his brows deeper, which were the bodies of some ratmen. Some are still fresh, but some have begun to dry out. These corpses have obviously undergone antiseptic treatment. In addition, a considerable amount of spices are placed in the carriage to cover the odor of the corpses, so the impact on the sense of smell is not strong. .

"Looks like we have found where the missing ratmen are?" The magician muttered to himself. The number of ratmen's dead bodies in the carriage was not large, but the accumulation of them was still depressing. The things in the other carriages are similar, basically they are all corpses or parts of corpses.

"Almost all of them are old people and children. And many of those leathers were peeled after they died for a while." This was Hill's conclusion after inspecting the goods in several of the carriages.

"It's not difficult to understand that there are still able-bodied ratmen going to the north. Most of the people who stay here are physically disabled or have limited mobility. They are the part of the ethnic group that has been eliminated." Roland simply accepted The doctor said, but his tone was not easy. For a person who tried to reconcile even the hatred between the dwarf and the ghoul, the human-rat problem made him feel substantial pain.

"The question is, why do these people collect and hunt down these knockouts?" Hill carefully wiped off the shoe marks he left on the carriage and said.

"I need some time to think about it. Let's go back to the pub first. It's not a way to get rain here." The magician didn't answer the doctor's question immediately. He put his hands in his coat and walked toward the pub without responding.