I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 3, Questions and Answers
Sid had to admit that spending days on the couch was not a pleasure.

Difficulty in breathing, dark vision, etc. are all okay, and difficulty in eating can also be overcome. More than 200 catties of fat pressed on the surface of the body is still a kind of practice.

The biggest pain is that the boring feeling of not knowing the passage of time and the illusion of human beings in a closed environment for a long time are his greatest enemies.

And that damn little mouse, smelling food scraps along the air vents.

I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, Shushu contributed his own value, judging from the result, that little mouse did him a favor.

Sid followed the trend and made it in one go.

wow~
The leather was forcibly cut, and a young man stretched out his body from the sofa. He had a head of smooth silver hair, each strand of which was as white and pure as snow, and his sea-blue pupils seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

In Hoffman's eyes, this is a beautiful boy with a slightly childish appearance and a neutral appearance. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and he smiles brightly. He is dressed in standard mercenary short sleeves and breeches, making his figure even thinner Incomparably, it looks harmless to humans and animals.

Only the dagger on his chest reminded Hoffman, telling him that the boy in front of him really has a problem!

"S...de." Jazz said struggling, panting hard, as if he suddenly understood something: "You...cough cough...actually..."

"That's right, it's me." The beautiful boy said coldly. He has a handsome face that is more delicate than the cardamom girl. Unfortunately, the voice of the beautiful boy at this time is like an AI without any emotion. The voice was cold and piercing.

Sid knew that although he was wearing a mask on his face, there was no reason why Hoffman could not recognize himself. He had monitored himself for three years.

An expression of extreme ecstasy instantly appeared on Hoffman's face, and even his pale lips curled up involuntarily.

It turned out that the boss's worries were true!

It turns out that the little milk dog in front of him really has a problem!

It was me...

"Still thinking about your dream of being transferred back to the Holy White City?" Sid's words sounded calmly and almost without any emotion.

Hoffman's smile froze, and he looked down at the dagger piercing his chest, his face turned pale again.

Damn little miscellaneous...little milk dog.

Hoffman knew he had no chance.

In terms of strength, Sid is at the model level, and he is at the cornerstone level. There is a big gap between them.

In terms of actual combat experience, he has been a professional bureaucrat for 20 years, and Sid has been a front-line mercenary for three years.

There is no chance, Hoffman is very clear, the young man in front of him is a very cautious guy, the old knight tried to struggle: "Ahem... you... just... at the beginning?"

Sid kicked the quenched one-handed sword farther away with a kick: "Why are you spying on me? What is the Chosen One?"

Hoffman withdrew his hand helplessly, as expected, he had no chance.

"Say it quickly." Sid grabbed Hoffman's collar and lifted him up: "I have avoided the vital point, and I don't want to kill."

"Oh." Hoffman also sneered. He looked at Sid with disdain. He knew him. Sid didn't like killing, but that didn't mean he wouldn't kill. This little mercenary was always full once he made a move.

Sid frowned. Obviously, Hoffman knew him well, so it was no surprise: "Tell me everything, otherwise I don't mind having another accident."

The old knight's face changed slightly, and he stared at Sid's face.

Only indifference, an unfeeling little beast, he knew.

"Cough, cough, cough~" Hoffman suddenly squeezed out a smile, "...Wait...someone will...discover...you."

"Recently, there have been a lot of dark elf assassins and spies in the Wolf Principality and Rezlan." Sid said without emotion: "Someone once said that they would pay 500 gold egus to buy your head, so you applied for a guard, but it was rejected. "

"Standard dark elf short sword." The beautiful boy took out a glass bottle, and there was a crimson solution tumbling inside: "Salamander gland fluid, the dark elves like to use it to treat corpses, burnt the mouth, esophagus and stomach, and it is impossible to determine the exact death Time, dark elf assassins are used to drugs."

"There was no loss of property, it was murder."

"The tribal knights or circuit judges must report the murder to the Kingdom Council."

"You are the dispatcher. The Council of the Helvetia Kingdom must report to the Holy Empire court. From here to the Holy Empire, three weeks."

"Hofmann, Sivis surname, third-class citizen, priority, low, the war against the Principality of Wallace is in progress, priority, lower, estimated time, three months later."

At this time, the beautiful boy was no different from the devil from the abyss of hell in the eyes of the old jazz. Every time he said a word, Hoffman's complexion turned paler.

"How long?" The old jazz said with a wry smile, coughing up blood: "How long...how long have you been planning?"

"Six months from my promotion to the exemplary rank, then one month, and four days." Sid said calmly: "I will ask again for the last time, who sent you here, what is the chosen one? I will give you Have a good time, I promise."

"No." Hoffman struggled a few times before giving up the struggle when he saw no chance. He twitched the corner of his mouth in pain: "Never."

"As I said, I don't mind another accident." Sid added a little more force, and the beautiful boy was terribly calm: "Aren't you thinking about your family?"

"I don't know much more than you... But I advise you, don't learn what you shouldn't know... It's not good for you." Hoffman still shook his head, and this time he finally said something completely It can be seen that he held back the words for a long time, and after saying these words, he only had the strength to breathe.

With one punch, Hoffman's nose bridge was broken, and blood gushed out of his nasal cavity, but no matter how intimidating Sid was, Hoffman kept his eyes closed.

He won't say it.

In an instant, Hoffman himself was moved by himself. He seemed to have returned to the summer more than 20 years ago, when the young Sivis with his dreams crossed the single-plank bridge among thousands of troops and grasped the very few three-year-olds. When citizens have the opportunity to go to the Holy White City Church of the Lord of Heaven to study, what a great dream he had at that time, how ridiculous he is now.

This is the last time, the great Holy Empire, the great First Falcon Emperor Romani!
Ouli is loyal to you and to the Sixth Dynasty.

He smiled serenely, the physical pain gradually went away, and the spiritual satisfaction allowed the old knight to carry all of Sid's methods.

Sid frowned subconsciously, and his slender and beautiful white eyebrows raised upwards. He is not a person who is good at torture and assassination. Waiting for work, the vendors are selling goods, and the tribune knights will patrol every three to ten minutes, and the situation here may be discovered at any time.

"That's it." It seemed that there was nothing to ask, he pulled out the dagger, and gave Jazz a good time. After confirming that he was not breathing, Sid began to prepare for the scene. He unscrewed the glass bottle stopper, Hoffman downed a small vial of salamander solution.

The mouth, esophagus, and stomach quickly burned into a mess, and nothing could be detected.

After dealing with the scene, Sid glanced at the charred and blackened body of Sir Hoffman, silently said sorry, bent slightly, and expressed his apology.

Hoffman is actually a little innocent.

This bureaucrat loyal to the empire had indeed deliberately issued him that kind of mission with hidden dangers when he first arrived.

For example, some tasks are slightly beyond the corresponding level, for example, some tasks are not suitable for mercenaries of this profession to complete.

Every mission was issued against Sid, who was injured many times and was forced to escape from death.

But Hoffman didn't really want him to die, but wanted to test whether he was the "chosen one" repeatedly mentioned in the report. From this point alone, Hoffman was not guilty of death.

But Sid is innocent too!

No one wants to be watched silently for 5 years, and even make accidents all day long to keep testing him. Waves of watchers are always watching his every move, including Hoffman, endlessly. Bar?

He has already dealt with several monitors by various means.

Some watchers were greedy, and Sid tried to expose his bad behavior, so that the righteous and stubborn Rezlan people drove him away.

Some monitors were not in good health, and Sid made him so sick that he had to seek medical attention.

There are also monitors who are aggressive and unwilling to be subordinated to others. This kind of thing is also easy to arrange. Fighting will always lead to enmity...

Only Hoffman, this guy is not greedy for money, healthy and has a regular schedule, and he is not aggressive. He just likes to fish, be lazy and be a salary thief.

He probably didn't know until before he died that he could really make his dream of returning to the Holy White City come true, right?

After setting everything up and coming out the back door of Hoffman's house, Sid checked again, changed his clothes, and returned to Baden Street.

It's no wonder that Sid is cautious and has a special appearance. The young and powerful Sid is well-known on this street. He came here at the age of 12. Such a young mercenary is even the mercenary kingdom of Rezlan They are very rare, not to mention his silver-white hair and handsome appearance.

Silver hair and sea-blue pupils, this is the most typical appearance symbol of Nobili, a first-class nobleman. His outstanding talent and superb learning ability also show that Sid's identity is different, especially after the fourth dynasty. A national rare animal like Sid, who suddenly returns to his ancestors, will definitely be adopted by the nobles early and taken as a key training object.

The power of the bloodline is not as good as before.

Sid muttered silently.

This is also the reason why he chose to come to Rezland instead of continuing to stay in the Holy Empire. The Kingdom of Rezland is located in the east of the Holy Empire. It is a vassal state of the Holy Empire and a non-direct kingdom. Almost all of its territory is in Ryze in the Julian Mountains. In the Lan Kingdom, the influence of the Holy Empire is already very weak, and as a mercenary kingdom, there are everyone here.

As the saying goes, the small hermit hides in the wild, the middle hermit hides in the city, and the big hermit hides in the court.

Sid didn't want to be a wildling. This was a world of swords and sorcery, and the wild wasn't safe at all.

Sid also didn't want to rely on his appearance to find a job in the army, the knight order, or the church. He had some reasons that he couldn't explain clearly. Secondly, if he did this, he would almost inevitably be recruited into the family.

Ruanfan life in another world from scratch?
wrong!
A different world breeding pig life from scratch!
The second-level nobles who are descended from ancestors like Sid are not strong enough, so they are all locked up and used for breeding!

So what exactly is The Chosen One?
Even when he returned to the Migratory Bird Tavern, Sid was still thinking about this question.

The Migratory Bird Tavern is a two-story large tavern that provides accommodation services. It is only three o'clock in the afternoon. There are very few people in the tavern. There are only half a dozen (12 for a dozen) people drinking and eating, with bald heads and messy cheeks. The bartender with a beard is wiping a greasy mug. You can tell from his drowsy look that he is also a fisherman.

Sid's appearance attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby on the first floor, and the bartender immediately cheered up: "Sid! Long time no see!"

"I think I only came here two days ago." Sid gave the bartender behind the counter a white look: "Your memory is really bad, Bob, maybe I can tell Hanks that I am more qualified than you to be the bartender."

"It's unlikely, my lord Sid, you can't do a job like a bartender. Only Sivis and Seuss can do this job. Of course, it's not so particular here in Rezlan, after all, there are many Roma, Linhe Rus, but it can’t be too much.” Bob rubbed the greasy cup a few times embarrassingly: “Please sit down, sorry, the ground is a bit dirty. These mercenaries are not very particular , would you like something?"

"A pint of ale." Sid sat on the bar counter naturally, and he took out two copper Finneys and lined them up on the bar counter: "I'm an old customer, why don't you give me something?"

A pint is a unit of capacity. Sid estimated that a pint is about 550ml-560ml. It is a relatively standard unit of measurement in this world, exactly the amount of a large wooden barrel beer mug.

"Hendrick, now there are only some boiled beans in the kitchen, and they are still a little hard, do you need me to beat some for you?" Bob was already familiar with Sid's shamelessness: "Or some pickled herring? I remember there was a big bucket in the kitchen, almost empty, and I swear not even my grandma had ever seen the bottom of a bucket of pickled herring."

Sure enough, Sid's face changed slightly when he heard the herring: "Let's change the subject."

Bob sent a glass of malt wine. The malt wine had a faint fragrance, but there was no foam. If this was in the Holy Empire, Sid would directly suspect whether it was seriously blended. More honestly, he took a big sip, and Bob pointed behind Sid when he saw this: "Look, I have found some new people for you."

Sid followed Bob's gaze and looked behind him.

A few young mercenaries who are obviously just entering the industry, fifteen or sixteen years old, are gathering together excitedly, chatting and chirping so lively.

"New guy?" Sid put down his beer glass.

"Just finished their first mission, found a lost sheep, and the shepherd paid them a bounty of one silver shilling, and it was all spent here." Bob laughed: "Young people are like that." , I don’t know how to save.”

"Beginners?" Sid smiled, not smiling: "There is no profit. If I deal with it, I can get a commission of three or four coppers at most for one shilling. Then I have to accompany these guys over the mountains and spend it. my precious time."

"Oh, you've made another big step forward!" Bob envied him very much. A mercenary intermediary has two ends. It's an enviable profession. Strength also needs to pass.

Sid's drink bottomed out after a few sips: Would you like another drink? "

"No, I still have something to do." Sid stood up, and he took out a few copper coins: "I invite them, each with a glass of beer."

"You are still so generous." Bob quickly took a few glasses of beer from the barrel and walked towards the young mercenaries. The young mercenaries burst into cheers and thanked Sid, who nodded casually Encouraging the newcomers to "struggle", without saying anything, he turned and walked out of the Migratory Bird Tavern.

Rizran never lacks new mercenaries.

The driving force of Rezlan's carriage rolling forward is the blood of mercenaries.

Well, in that case, the alibi is guaranteed, and Sid believes that Bob and these young mercenaries will be willing to testify for him in the circuit court and prove his innocence.

Next... the 17-year-old mercenary intermediary kept walking, planning to turn along Baden Avenue to the Mark Blacksmith Guild at No. 31 Geneva Avenue.

I don't know why, every time he comes to Geneva Avenue, he subconsciously wants to get his money back. As for why he wants to get his money back, what kind of money he is getting back, and who he is giving it to, I don't know. It's just that he has this urge, which comes from something deep in his DNA. It drives Sid to always want to shout like this.

At this moment, Sid noticed a carriage, an open carriage, and Mrs. Hoffman and her son and daughter were sitting in the carriage, and they were chatting about something.

Strangely, Sid had a confused expression on his face. He remembered that the performance in the Grand Theater didn't end so early. Did something unexpected happen?The rigid and stubborn Rezlanes rarely change show times.

The young man slowed down. After thinking about it, he decided to follow the carriage and turn back to Baden Avenue.

People are not as fast as cars anyway. When Sid saw the door of Hoffman's house on Baden Street from a distance, Mrs. Hoffman and the two children had already got out of the carriage.

The next big news is that Sid got a little closer and kept a distance of about 40 meters. He deliberately bargained with a fishmonger for two Gladys fish. He killed a father, although he had to .

However, what happened next made Sid hold his breath for an instant!

Sir Hoffman was still wearing his brand-new fur coat, suspenders, trousers, wool, and holding a gold-plated cane, walking out of the house. His expression was a little stiff and dull, and his figure seemed to be thinner.

Sid stared stupidly at Sir Hoffman, who shook his head and blinked hard.

Hoffman, still alive? ? ?

"The reckoning will eventually come." Sir Hoffman suddenly roared loudly, and he shouted to everyone on the street: "The reckoning will eventually come!"

The old knight's stagnation and excitement caused everyone to look sideways. Mrs. Hoffman quickly told him to shut up, while his two children took two steps back in fright.

"Reckoning..." Sir Hoffman suddenly looked left and right, as if looking for someone, his gaze shifted among the crowd.

In the end, Sir Hoffman's eyes fell on a fishmonger's stall, but the person standing there had disappeared. The fat old Sir stopped his movements, and the expression on his face was a bit puzzled and At a loss.

"Oli, what's the matter with you?" Mrs. Hoffman pushed the old knight, signaling him not to embarrass himself outside.

"A reckoning will come." Sir Hoffman repeated these words blankly until he was pushed into the room.

"Boom~" The door of the house was closed heavily.

A trivial episode did not interrupt the rhythm of Badenstrasse.

Life continues.

And for someone, he's in trouble.

He didn't know if his life could go on.

　Today I will update another chapter, and I beg all the uncles and grandmas passing by to raise their hands!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)