The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

He saw street vendors wearing gowns and pulling carts to sell candy. He also encountered farmers working in the fields with hoes. There were also fishermen steering the ship at the dock by the river, and craftsmen carrying buckets of tile ash by the teahouse...

The wind died down and the sky turned dark black, and then the drizzle returned. It rained a little here and there, and then the sky became clear again after a while.

He admired the unpredictable nature of this world, as if he saw an angry face through the unpredictable clouds and rain.

"It's better now," Akado nodded, "better than the previous painting."

In a blink of an eye, he was standing under a waterwheel, with thousands of miles of farmland beside him.

The busy street scene was nothing more than a piece of white paper with wet ink nailed to the easel beside him.

Akado asked the farmer across the street, "Did you ever have a storyteller here?"

"How do you know?" the farmer was dumbfounded.

"His story is good, but I like it when I listen to it. And then, he forgot something here, so I'm going to send it to him."

"I see," the farmer nodded and pointed to a village a little further away. "The storyteller must have gone to get some tea."

"Thank you," Akado walked towards the village.

The farmer watched the blood demon go farther and farther away until it completely disappeared. "He" immediately dropped the hoe in his hand, and like a pool of ink, he disintegrated into the rice field and disappeared without a trace.

A pitch-black spear pierced the soil, but it was still a step too late.

Akado snapped his fingers, and the javelin turned into a dark stream of light and returned to his body.

Running so fast.

What time is it in the outside world today?

It's New Year's Eve.

The Yan people have this festival.

Akado nodded and said, then it’s New Year’s Eve.

But... he took a deep breath and put away the painting in front of him that recorded the pastoral scenery.

There was a torrent crashing against rocks beneath his feet and towering ancient trees all around him. Groups of Ink Spirits were staring at Akado closely in the shadows of the branches.

Maybe it's because there's something wrong with the painting in my hand. Its content has long been changed.

The blood demon gradually lost his patience.

In his hand he held a scroll whose contents had changed unconsciously. It showed himself looking at a painting on a stream, surrounded by ink spirits.

In the painting, Akado is still standing on the stream, looking at a painting of a rushing stream, surrounded by ink spirits...

He lost his patience.

Akado took out a string of firecrackers, which were made by Miss Nian.

On New Year’s Eve, set off firecrackers.

With a thunderous explosion, the Ink Spirits fled.

World after world collapsed into ink.

The slender storyteller in a green robe and white coat was sitting in a pavilion, drinking a cup of tea by herself.

The tea was still warm.

But her heart felt cold.

Year, I'm going to kill you.

Theoretically, under the cover of countless scrolls, no one could catch Xi's trace...as long as she painted fast enough.

Unfortunately, there was a thief in the house.

It's hard to guard against a thief in your own home.

136. Spring in Syracuse

The spring of Syracuse came quietly and gloomily.

There was a loud roar, and then, belatedly, lightning flashed across the dark sky of Volsine.

It was just daybreak and the night had not yet completely fallen, and the brilliance of dawn was faintly visible in the drizzle.

Texas heard a sound like silk friction outside the window, small and light.

She stood by the window and looked into the distance, only to see raindrops floating between the buildings, so carelessly, drifting in the air like smoke and fog.

The streets are still filled with the flashing of swords and the shadowy fighting of arrows. Syracuse is a city where there is no time to rest.

It's not as huge and tired as Longmen.

It just rushes into the wilderness recklessly, blindly challenging failure until it defeats it. On the way, it will become covered with wounds, and if it does not get enough cultivation, it will lie under the stone and take its last breath.

A reckless beast, its body has no thoughts of its own, every muscle and every drop of blood is restrained by things called "barbarism" and "anger", unable to move, it must live and fight according to the route that has been planned long ago as if by fate, and then die before the whole body collapses.

When I came back a year later, Texas no longer belonged to this city.

Syracuse was rainy and hot, like a muddy pool that made it difficult to get out once you entered.

Grey Hall, Twelve Families, Lady of Sicily, Guns and Order... just thinking about these numerous nouns makes people feel that Syracuse is a bad place.

Texas lived in an apartment building with several other people from Penguin Logistics, including the "butler" and the Great Emperor.

"Ah? Are we going to be late? Croissant, hurry up!" someone shouted outside.

She opened the window and looked downstairs. A red-haired girl was walking alone in the drizzle. The unique halo and wings of Sakota were shining brightly in the hazy rain.

"Sister Nengtianshi! Umbrella!" Another girl ran out of the apartment building and shouted beside.

The orange-haired girl from the Fengti tribe held two umbrellas and handed one to the Archangel.

"Alright! Run! If you're late you won't get your bonus! That's 43 Dragon Gate coins!"

Texas watched them run away before he began to wash and change his clothes. His two swords were hanging on the wall, and the power armor next to the door exuded an indelible smell of blood.

There was a faint tingling pain in her shoulder blades, her body telling her not to swing the sword too much.

Since returning to Syracuse, I have to face the gangsters' harassment every day.

Texas was no longer a Syracuse. As a despicable foreigner, she was bound to get into some trouble. She had been slashing at the thugs for several days, but she hadn't even seen a prominent guy, and her daily life was messed up.

If it weren't for the emperor living in this apartment building, she probably wouldn't have a place to rest in the whole of Syracuse.

But fortunately, Akado is here.

Texas didn't expect her master to help her get back her position, because Akado always disdained these small things... Why small things? In Akado's eyes, there were almost no big things, unless they involved quills, or some existence that was older than him.

But it didn't matter, Akado would always go to open the door of the Gray Hall. As long as she could be brought to see the masterminds behind the scenes, she would naturally solve the problem in the Syracusan way, from the root.

As for whether killing the leaders of those gangs would cause trouble for Akado... I've already said it, it's a small matter. Akado was dismissive.

*

Raindrops were falling on the deck of the landspeeder.

The blood demon held up a big umbrella, which cut through the rain like a sharp sword, and stepped into the noise and bustle of the world.

He was followed by Quill and Rosemary, who were wearing raincoats.

Both girls wore rain boots so as not to get dirty, and shared an umbrella.

Through daily interactions and Quill's careful care, Rosemary finally memorized the name and face of this older sister.

When we meet every morning, it is always with a sweet greeting and a refreshing smile.

She usually sticks to Akado the most, followed by Quill.

The kitten hugged Quill's arm, hid under the umbrella, and looked at the Volsinian sky.

This city is really old, like a bottle of red wine that has been opened but not drunk for decades. It no longer has the fragrance but only the lingering stench of decay.

It was raining heavily, ha, it was so smelly that it was suffocating.

The wounded gangster pulled the dagger out of the enemy's chest. He spat a mouthful of blood and slowly sat down against the wall. The blood on his body was washed away by the rain and rolled into the sewer along with the water.

(Prts kindly reminds you: Throwing recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, blades, or rewarding, making reasonable comments and other series of actions to this book can effectively increase the update rate of this book.)

(Chapter 2 of Paying Debts in Advance. By the way, I’m reading a friend’s book.)

137. Painter's Eve, Blacksmith's Year

It was hard to see the sun in Volsini today. It was drizzling.

The grayish-white clouds piled up in the sky looked like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything was unusually dull.

Two Yan people stood on the street of Syracuse, and the rain was getting heavier.

The street lamps were awake all night, wearily emitting a faint halo. Raindrops broke into the realm of light, stirring up circles of ripples. Looking at the street scene of Volsini through the rain curtain, it was a different kind of artistic conception... If Xi, who was best at painting, was asked to paint for this, he would probably just paint the blood spilt in the heavy rain, the barbaric and bloody fight.

Stripped of the veneer of civilization, this is probably all that remains of Syracuse.

They developed Originium technology, learned magic from Lethania, obtained firearms from Lateran, and then launched a brutal struggle for interests in the shell called "order".

When the countries of Terra launched a war that was devastating to the world, Syracuse did not take advantage of the situation to develop, but instead... the internal fighting became even more intense.

The 12 families led their own gangs to fight for the limited territory and resources in those cities. Sometimes even the Wolf Lord couldn't understand why they couldn't take their eyes away from the streets for even a moment to look at the fleets of warships traveling at high speed in the wilderness.

Miss Nian held a red noodle stick painted with chili in her mouth and looked at her sister. "How does it feel to go to work?"

"...kill you," Xi glanced at her, his expression instantly becoming gloomy.

"It seems that you have understood Party A's hatred. This is the same suffering I have suffered these days."

"Kill you," after being forced to draw a bunch of garbage that she didn't like and felt was meaningless, Miss Xi finally reached the peak of her anger.

The most painful thing is not drawing something you don’t like, but being criticized by laymen as an expert.

But because she was beaten up, she didn't dare to vent her anger on Akado.

So in Tremont, Xi and Nian fought fiercely, almost flattening a mountain. In those days, the media kept reporting suspected earthquakes, asking the surrounding residents to prepare for evacuation. If it weren't for the natural disaster messengers running hundreds of kilometers around to confirm that it was not a natural disaster, Tremont would have already upgraded its power system and started the city migration.

Akado made a fortune by selling the large amount of minerals left at the battle scene.

Later, at the press conference he held about "prosthetics", the ink-drenched slide animation that opened the event left a stunning impression on the audience.

As a big pie that will be shown to investors, its packaging is at least top-notch, and those who are greedy for it will naturally be full of curiosity and expectations.

Everyone said that if this slide was used to make a movie, it would make a lot of money.

Well, after all, it was drawn by Miss Xi frame by frame.

After receiving a large amount of sponsorship, Akado opened a bunch of empty project teams, took his own employees, rented a landspeeder and went to Syracuse.

The mobile city New Volsini was planned and built by Rhein Life Engineering. Such a sign was posted at the construction site.

But there are always people who feel that they have lost something that does not belong to them.

So they used the spirit of Syracuse's internal strife on outsiders, just like they did to the Texas family who returned to Syracuse from Colombia.

Reality is always more exaggerated and shocking than works of art.

Some old-fashioned people with stubborn ideas who always live in an era of conflict always believe that human relationships and knives are the only hard currency.

They can't show mercy to these guys who want to destroy their own interest chain, so they have to use the knife.

So as long as Texas left the Penguin Logistics apartment building, he faced assassinations by gang members every day and every moment.

Now, some blind guys are trying to cause trouble for a certain blood demon.

Akado was holding an umbrella, with a rare look of helplessness on his face.

He thought about killing these fools who were looking for trouble in front of him like crushing ants.

But it somehow feels dirty.

Some people say that mental retardation is a disease and is contagious.

He felt that this was very true. Birds of a feather flock together. If this group of people came looking for him, it could be that all of them had brain retardation.

"Fujin, I leave it to you," he sighed, waving his hand, asking the quill to follow him with Rosemary.

Crow appeared in the dim sky, she knelt on one knee, and held a dagger in her hand.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The sound was hoarse, like wire scratching against glass.