The sharp iron hook was almost piercing Eisen's neck, and Eisen could already feel the sharpness from the surface of his skin.It's terrifying that I almost died in such an inexplicable way before I knew it.Eisen immediately sat down on the ground, his hands behind his back, he was already frightened by his state."
How could I fall asleep all of a sudden, and I didn't know I had a sleepwalking problem.It is also very strange for the priest to leave suddenly today, I have never heard of a priest leaving in the process of confession and giving me something. ”Eisen thought.He subconsciously stretched out his right hand and touched the cross hanging on his chest, but the cross had already been broken, and his gentle touch made the structure of the cross no longer maintain its original state, breaking into two pieces from the middle, and one of the lower parts fell to Eisen's thigh.Eisen noticed a strange touch on his legs, and looked down to see that the fragment of the lower half of the cross was stuck between his thigh and waist and abdomen.Eisen picked up the piece and noticed that there seemed to be a strange change in the piece.He got up from the ground, walked back to the sunlit front desk, and then removed the cross and fragments hanging from his neck and placed them on the table to examine them carefully.The cross is made of oak with a reddish-brown color, and is often used as a piece of furniture because of its hard and heavy texture.The use of oak is due to the fact that oak has the characteristics of resistance to wear and tear, and the cross needs to be carried with you, if you use some light and fragile wood, it is not suitable, because it is easy to rub against clothing or hit foreign objects and be damaged.The texture of oak is fine, not easy to absorb water, even if you take it to the bathroom for bathing, it will not become soft or moldy due to water, you only need to wipe the surface moisture with a dry cloth.Father Boliga gave this cross to Eisen, and considering that as a butcher, it was not too bulky to wear a bulky style, so he chose a relatively small one that he could carry with him.On the surface, although the cross is not painted, it is also evident that it is a new and finely crafted workmanship.And it is inconceivable that such a cross would shatter in the process of sleepwalking.Eisen tried to sever the remaining upper part of the cross from his thumb and forefinger, but the upper part of the cross did not move.He picked up the fractured face of the cross and examined it, trying to find some moth-eaten marks or signs of natural wear, but found nothing.One of the things that caught Eisen's attention was the appearance of scattered black spots on the fractured face of the cross.These black spots are inconspicuous under the original reddish-brown wood, but they bulge like lupus on a patient's body, making it impossible to ignore their presence.Eisen pressed one of the raised spots with the tip of the nail of his right index finger, which was not solid, like a cyst bulging in the wood, and when it broke through the top layer of wood, a small amount of fishy, sticky pale green liquid flowed out of it.This liquid is like the mucus secreted by some kind of bug, sticking to Eisen's hand, at first Eisen never cared, but he found that this disgusting mucus is actually faintly corrosive, like sulfuric acid will erode the skin, so frightened that Eisen immediately turned on the faucet and rinsed with a large amount of water.After rinsing, the skin on Eisen's right index finger had become pitted, leaving only a thin layer.A series of incredible events took place beside Eisen, and he sat down in his chair, wondering if he had offended anyone recently.Come to think of it, he didn't think that anything that had happened recently had anything to do with anyone he knew."
Maybe it's just that I've been under too much pressure lately, and I'm tired and dizzy?"
Eisen comforted himself in his heart, "Do you want to go and have some fun and relax?"
”Such thoughts appeared in Eisen's mind, like a spell haunting him.Eisen had been circling among the warblers since he had come of age, and he was one of the best prodigals in Ulm because of his extraordinary possession, but also because of his experience, skill, strong physique, and unusually large size that the lonely ladies treasured him.This also opened up channels for Eisen's business that no one else could get, and this primitive behavior became one of the top meat suppliers in Ulm.Eisen thought for a while, he hadn't contacted those lovely ladies for the past two days, and it seemed that it might not be a good idea to rush to the door.According to the regular unspoken rules, the lady will place the order in his shop, and then he will justifiably deliver the meat to the door.He flipped through the order book that had recently been recorded by his fellows, and in addition to a few normal orders, there was also an order placed by Baroness Freya.1 Eisen searched his mind for information related to Baroness Freya, and remembered her specific image.Brown-haired, blue-eyed, celibate, with only one housekeeper, a few guards and maids, currently only thirty years old, with a gloomy personality, often looking unenergetic, but very open in bed.Although she had only had a few relationships with Baroness Freya, her melancholy and even weird temperament kept Eisen at a distance and did not have too much affection for her.Now there is no choice when there is only this one order, it is better than spending money to find the women in the red mansion.Following the address recorded in the order book, Eisen took the few pieces of meat from the cold storage and walked out the door, humming a little tune as he walked down the street.Although it was already dusk, there were still many pedestrians on the street, and Eisen passed by a fruit stand, bought an apple and ate it while walking, and then threw the core into the garbage can on the side of the road.Walking to the big house, which looked a little dilapidated, Eisen shook the doorbell outside, and a pale maid pulled the door open."
Excuse me, who are you?"
The maid asked in a hoarse voice."
Butcher Eisen, butcher of the butcher's shop, I have come to deliver the order placed by your master, Viscount Freya, at my house."
Eisen opened the bag in his hand and showed it to the maid."
Okay, Mr.
Eisen, please wait.I'm going to inform the hostess. ”The maid said in a low voice.After saying that, the maid closed the door, and this situation made Eisen a little confused, he remembered that the last time he came, he was not locked outside the door and waited, but was invited directly to the inner room."
Squeak~" The small door on the side opened, and the maid beckoned to Eisen from there."
My master is painting, please don't enter through the gate, I'll take you into the side hall.""
Viscount Freya can also paint?"
Eisen thought to himself, but without much thought, he followed the maid through the side door.