In the dead of night, the new cemetery was getting colder and colder, and the breeze was enough to make people shudder, so that the loud sound of collapse could be heard far away by the wind, and before Oliver was still dizzy and full of foul smell, the buries in the "grave keeper" hut had already run over as fast as possible.
Then, his roar woke Oliver, who was stunned, "Damn bastard, look at the good things you've done tonight, I'll fill you in x" He burst into foul language, glaring viciously at a confused Oliver, then spat at Oliver and turned back to the cabin.
The slimy spit hit Oliver's forehead, and he almost vomited in disgust, but soon, it almost became real, his mouth opened, and he vomited at the side, and all the food of the day squirted out, and even the bile gushed up.
For he found himself covered in corpse water and slimy rotting flesh, clutching a half-rotten stomach in his left hand and a strong leg bone in his right.
Such a scene is simply more irresisting and disgusting than any nightmare Oliver hurriedly threw his intestines, stomach pouches, leg bones, etc. aside, holding his breath, resisting the smell of corpses and decay that was many times stronger than usual.
Suddenly, a pale blue light flashed away, attracting his gaze.
"Huh" Oliver is a person with keen senses, and he looked at the angle of his gaze just now, and was stunned to find that the leg bone had cracked many small cracks, and the gap shimmered with a faint blue light.
Curiosity and anticipation made him forget the squalor and the stench, forget his own situation, and even his movements became gentle.
He cautiously moved to the leg bone and slowly picked it up.
There's really a blue glow coming out of it Oliver has endured hardships and matured a lot.
At this time, he did not directly check what it was, but followed several corpses, climbed to the edge of the grave, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one, he opened the surface of the leg bone along the small gap.
Pieces of broken bones fell to the ground.
The blue light of the lake dyed the vicinity hazy and dreamy, and slowly, a short pale blue staff with a whole crystal body appeared in Oliver's hand.
"W-what is this" Oliver kept his mouth half-open, a little unsure where he was.
Then the first thought that arose to him was to hide the short staff, which was of great value at first glance, from being discovered by George and the other burying men.
All belongings recovered from the corpses were to be given to George, who distributed them uniformly, and honored the town hall officials and priests who were in charge of the new cemetery.
Therefore, the valuable things that Oliver found from the hidden place of the corpse several times were robbed by George, and even his salary was not paid by George on the grounds that he was deducted from the money to buy him, only to ensure that he could barely feed himself twice a day.
Oliver had just tried to bury the staff nearby.
When there is hope of escaping in the future, he comes to dig it out in exchange for money, but suddenly finds that the pale blue crystal seems to be a short staff made of condensed seawater, and there are dense words engraved on it.
As a teenager who is interested in a career in theater.
Oliver grew up reading a variety of languages and learning about the customs and cultures of different countries, so he immediately recognized it as the language of Sylvanus, one of the three lingua franca of the ancient Magic Empire "If it weren't for the information given by Lady Audrey, I would have known a few words in this area at most" Oliver's mind was swirling with inexplicable thoughts at this time, and after reading a few sentences, he found the correct reading order, and found that it was actually a meditation method, and at the end it also recorded the location of the owner of the short staff hiding his treasure "Earth, Fire, Feng Shui, Elemental Meditation.
The Meditation of a Sorcerer's Meditation "Oliver has also heard many stories of bards, and there are many plays he has seen about evil mages persecuting nobles and commoners, and finally being defeated by the clergy and nobles.
Therefore, there is some speculation about the origin of the meditation method, "Could it be that some magician engraved the location of his treasure on the staff before he died, and then hid it in his corpse, or in the thigh of someone else's corpse, maybe he was burned to death by the night watchman, maybe he wanted to leave it to a specific person, but that person never came again" Oliver has had a romantic spirit since he was a child, and has an unknown yearning for mysterious and strange magicians who are hunted down and oppressed, and of course, as a baptized and nurtured pious, he has repeatedly repented of his mentality, and has not committed any depraved and evil acts.
But what happened to him in Rentat made him doubt the Lord from the bottom of his heart: Why didn't the Lord protect me when I suffered like this, why did the Lord's shepherds collude with George and other villains, why could the clergy, the nobles, and the rich be buried in cemeteries with separate tombs and coffins, while the bodies of the poor, no matter how devout they were, could only be thrown into such graves Is this the justice of the Lord?
In that case, why can't I get out of my current predicament with the help of magicians?
As long as no one knows about it in the future, as long as I become a rich man in the future, I will be the most devout believer in the Lord Emotions such as longing and resistance struggled violently in Oliver's heart, but the church-like education he received from a young age made him finally choose to hide the short staff, and use it in exchange for help when he met the priest and night watchman in the future, and escape from the miserable world, after all, once he became a magician, he would either be caught in the endless pursuit of the church in the future, or worry and fear all day long, and he did not know the joy of life.
After hiding the staff next to the tombstone and leaving a special mark, Oliver limped towards the collapsed grave, which must be filled in tonight, or he would be beaten.
"Alas, I can't sleep tonight" Oliver was just thinking when a huge force suddenly came from behind him, causing him to rise into the air and fall heavily into the mud, hurting all over his body, especially in his back.
"You TD slacker, you haven't worked until now and you want me to beat you to death" The burying man Gudson cursed as he punched and kicked Oliver, the feeling of beating him to death.
Oliver could only follow his previous experience of being beaten, his hands tightly protected his head, and he shrunk his body like a shrimp, letting his fists and toes rain down.
After a while, the burying man Gudson seemed to be tired from the beating, and gasped a few times and said, "Get up and work or I'll throw you down."
After speaking.
Without waiting for Oliver's answer, he staggered towards the grave keeper's hut, not seeing Oliver's expression hideous, his eyes bloodshot staring straight ahead, staring at the tombstone with the special marking.
If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will die, and it will all die anyway.
I will take you with me to death He got up slowly, walked to the tombstone, dug out the staff, hid in the grave, looked at it carefully, memorized the contents, and hid it in his chest.
Then he crawled out of the grave, picked up the shovel that Goodson had discarded, and sprinkled dirt into the grave.
After doing this for half an hour.
Carrying a shovel and a faint flush on his face, he walked towards the "grave keeper" hut with a light step, as if he was afraid of waking up the "burial man" Goodson.
Entering the cabin, Goodson asked vaguely, "Finished work" It's too fast "This shovel is a bit blunt, I'll change it."
Oliver's voice was choppy.
Looks cringe.
After scolding the pup, Goodson said, "Remember to sharpen both shovels when you're done." ” They couldn't afford to buy ironware, which was issued by the town hall.
"Hmm."
As he spoke, Oliver had already walked behind Goodson.
The light of the silver moon shone through the empty window, which was devoid of glass and window paper, and shone Oliver with a silvery white, making the opposite wall stand out as a black figure holding a shovel aloft The shovel fell heavily. yes Goodson's screams were only half a sound, and then they stopped abruptly, he never thought that the rich boy who cherished his life, the stupid boy who had no strength, the guy who was as timid as a mouse and only knew how to deceive girls, would dare to fight himself directly Although he was not asleep.
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But I didn't expect such a situation at all Horror froze on his face, and his eyes were wide and he couldn't close them.
Oliver supported his body with a blood-dripping shovel.
He spat hard at Goodson's head.
"You're fierce, you're fierce, stand up, aren't you going to bury me, come and bury me," Oliver asked frantically.
After a few minutes, he calmed down, leaned over and scooped up dozens of copper fairs from Goodson's body, and then exchanged his clothes for his filthy body.
Afterward, Oliver took the shovel and held the staff hidden in his clothes with his left hand, and walked out of the grave keeper's hut with a gloomy expression, slowly blending into the darkness outside.
The wind was blowing, the night was thicker, and the new cemetery was empty except for the bones on the ground.
Shirley rushed to the village in a panic, but before she could reach Vicente's house, she was stopped by a peasant woman from the territory.
"Miss Shirley, don't, don't go over, Vicente, Vicente is a magician, but it's good that you're not married," said the peasant woman, panicked and relieved.
Boom, Shirley seemed to have been hit by a muffled thunder, and her head was dizzy and she grabbed the peasant woman: "Vicente, how can Vicente be a magician" Is the night watchman already here?
"Miss Shirley, you don't know how terrifying it was just now, there are so many corpses hidden in Vicente's basement, he is really, really terrible evil magician thanks to the old masters of the church who noticed it" The peasant woman was kind and described quite clearly, but Shirley was shaky when she heard it.
"Vicente, has he been caught," Shirley struggled to keep herself from fainting.
The peasant woman looked scared: "No, I heard that I went to the swamp early in the morning."
Whew, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Vicente was alive, there was still a chance It seemed that it was because of the excitement of last night, so he went to the swamp early in the morning to look for special herbs, fortunately, fortunately Shirley finally got rid of the peasant woman, and hurried back to the manor, she really wanted to go to the swamp in person to inform Vicente to hide for a while, and wait for her father to settle the matter before coming back, anyway, he is not a magician, just hand over the magic book when the time comes, but she is very self-aware, knowing that as a noble lady, she is completely unfamiliar with the area near the swamp, and if she goes by herself, not only can she not inform Vicente, but she is likely to fall there.
Therefore, she was going to let her own guards inform Vicente to avoid it before the guards knew the news of Vicente's investigation, under the pretext of avoiding the revenge of several nobles.
As soon as she walked into her garden, Shirley suddenly saw a figure jump out.
"Shirley, do you think this flower is beautiful, I found it in the swamp," Vicente looked happy with anticipatory praise on his face, holding a bouquet of scarlet flowers in his hand
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