Chapter 98: Already dead

　　　　 "Whether you have been seriously injured before this, even if it is intact, it is absolutely impossible to escape from him with your ability."
　　 "Don't say that person didn't notice you."
　　 The witch stared at him with bright eyes.
"Even if he really didn't notice your presence, if Duncan David wanted to kill someone, he would definitely ask their followers in advance. He would wonder why these people would choose to come out late at night and bump into himself It’s not accidental... and it’s impossible for those people to keep it secret for you, right?"
　　 After she finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the silent room.
　　 The other person's pale face was hidden by the shadow.
　　Villette was very uncertain. She watched the middle-aged man's movements, thinking that he might have trouble at any time.
　　 "...Miss Edward, you really are just like I imagined, a smart and kind girl."
　　 After a while, he suddenly said.
......What?
　　 Willett blinked.
　　 The middle-aged man laughed.
"Let’s be honest, even though I have no talent as a wizard, in the eyes of the residents on the top floor, I am no different from rubbish... Oh, please don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, in fact, it’s not just the adults who think this way, I think so. of."
　　Villette pursed her lips. No matter where it is, in this world, the weak and the unworthy will always be easily abandoned, as if it were a matter of course.
"But as a district manager at the bottom, I have seen all kinds of wizards, and have dealt with people from all places, and I am a little confident about my own vision of people." The man sighed, "In my opinion, Edward Miss, you are not like a person on this tower, you shouldn't even stay in this kind of place."
　　 "It's not for you to decide."
　　 The witch replied nonchalantly—and at the same time, it’s not my decision, she thought.
　　 "I know, I know... I just feel that way. And it's even more inappropriate than staying on this tower to die in this gutter-like place."
　　 "Do you think I will die?"
　　 "I don't know, but I just hope you can survive. This is not just to repay the kindness. Please believe me, that man named Duncan is really dangerous..."
　　 "If you want me to believe you, just tell the truth."
　　Wellett has actually begun to calmly clean up the traces in the room while speaking. In any case, she is ready to evacuate here. Although the witch hasn't noticed any signs of an enemy approaching, the barrier spell outside the door has disappeared. This is obviously extraordinary.
　　 "...Well, I admit that there is a lie in what I said."
　　 The man scratched his face. The witch saw blood stained on the fingers he put down, and the shriveled skin that had been caught.
　　 "The reason they didn't pay attention to me was because I was dead at that time."
"......died?"
　　 The witch's breathing stopped slightly. She suddenly realized something.
　　 "Yes. The same goes for that Duncan David. They probably treat me as a real dead person, so they don’t have any guard...so, I can hear what they say."
　　 "But, actually..."
　　 The middle-aged man grabbed the clothes on his chest and abdomen, and pulled it apart, revealing the bluish-gray skin inside.
　　 "You...infected by the plague?"
　　Villette’s voice was a bit dry.
　　 "Is it scratched by an evil demon?"
"No, I'm the one who was infected in the first place. I didn't notice it at first, maybe my resistance is stronger... But after all, it's not the lucky ones who are completely immune. So before you come, I have already noticed that I have been infected."
　　 "Compared to the vast majority of people who fell into demons at the beginning, or were later eaten by corpses or scratched and infected, I may be lucky to live so long."
　　 The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and moved his apple up and down.
"But, tonight is the limit. At that time, after I was killed by them, I did lose my life... However, my heartbeat started beating again soon afterwards, and I climbed back from the edge of death, which also meant that I The power of the plague in the body has spread all over the body."
　　 The flames burned more and more under the control of the witch. I don't know when it started, his pupils were bloodshot, his skin was rotten muscles, and his teeth and nails showed signs of filth.
　　 "...Miss Edward, do you understand?"
　　 "There is no need to take me away, and there is no need to care about me...because I am already dead."
Next, something unexpected happened to Villette. Mr. Superintendent—she didn’t even know the other party’s name until now, so she could only call the other party like this—as if she had exhausted the last trace of strength in her body and held her hand. Raise it, fingertips are like a sharp sword, aimed at his temple.
"The reason I lie is because I don't want to die in front of you, Miss Edward, please forgive my little selfishness. I wanted to do this a long time ago, but I couldn't make a decision because of my cowardice... at least In front of you, I hope I can maintain my human appearance until the last moment. But now it seems that it is too late."
　　 At the last moment of his life, his way of speaking is no longer intermittent, but very smooth and determined. This is probably because he has already said all he wants to say.
　　 "You must survive, Miss Edward..."
　　 After saying this, he was silent for a while. The man let out a deep breath and made the last and at the same time the bravest decision in his life. After leaving his last words, Mr. Superintendent tremblingly buckled his finger.
　　Wellett can only watch all this, can't do anything, can't say anything.
　　 With a "bang", the fragile temple was penetrated, the man did not snort, and his body fell softly to the side, unable to wake up again.
　　
　　 The wind whistling in the ear.
　　The robes of the coat couldn't resist the night chill, and the witch subconsciously wrapped her shawl tightly. She was like a dandelion being blown away, moving lightly in the air, crossing one roof after another, repeating the process of floating and landing.
Although wizards do not have extraordinary physical abilities like knights, they can do similar things with the help of spells. For example, the current Villette uses the power of wind summoned by natural magic to make Her body is lighter than feathers. This kind of magic is called "feather fall technique".
　　 This time, Wellet did not use a more advanced "flying technique" than the "feather falling technique". Because her threat is no longer the group of zombies, but a wizard who is likely to be lurking in the dark, a human being with wisdom and stronger than herself. In the case of flying, she cannot dodge the magic from the ground in time, which is tantamount to a target.
　　"Let's go, get out of here."
　　 The last voice of the middle-aged man echoed in her ears.
　　 An unspeakable mood made her reluctant to think about it again. However, this unpleasant memory still lingers in my mind.
　　 Watching others die in front of her, she felt a sincere sense of powerlessness. This mixed with the mood before going to bed, and it grew more and more.
　　 "Duncan David betrayed Mr. Green and the tower? Is this true? Why did he do this?"
　　Villette can only divert attention by thinking about other issues. However, this unanswered question also made me feel heavy.
　　Her friend...has become a traitor enemy?
　　Villette wouldn't believe this kind of thing easily, but seeing Mr. Director's eyes and expressions, and the scene where that person finally committed suicide in front of her...It is really hard for people to think that this is a lie.
　　 Of course, other wizards would not trust strangers like her. But even from the most sensible perspective, her current approach is still correct: If Duncan David is really a traitor, UU Reading www. The best thing for uukanshu.com Willett is to leave here, return to the ladder, and convey this information to the upper level.
　　 Her current positive strength can no longer be the opponent of Duncan David, who has become a senior wizard, and must avoid the worst case of being killed.
　　 Even if Duncan David is not a traitor, she will survive more easily if she leaves others behind and is not burdened. Except for offending the other party afterwards, there will be no responsibility. After all, she is only acting as an intelligence provider and has no obligation to verify the authenticity.
　　 Willett constricted his mind. She has no hesitation now, and rushes in the direction of the square she saw during the day.
　　 is near, near, nearer
　　 After turning a few streets, she could already see a black and heavy patch at the end of her vision.
　　 Those are the walking corpses who are close together like soldiers in the trenches.
　　 The demons don't need to rest, they just wait for the order of the black wizard. So there was no sign of falling asleep, the terrible heavy breathing and shuddering sound of swallowing saliva, always hovering over the square.
　　 But fortunately, they haven't found themselves yet, and they haven't come over like a tide.
　　Villette weakened the wind around her body, slowing her speed down.
　　 For the next distance, she needs to move forward cautiously and cannot be found...
　　 And at this moment.
　　 In the dark night reflected in the girl’s pupils, a sparkling fire light instantly expanded
　　 Like stars rising from the ground, the light rising from behind the witch suddenly illuminates the boundless darkness, and also illuminates the red eyes of countless monsters who are eager for flesh and blood.