Chapter 13: Memories

The gunsmith pretended to hold up the bone gun and sighed, "Anyway, you will die sooner or later.
He is not a pedantic person who sticks to ethics. He always acts rashly when things happen. Therefore, after the identity of the dark water is revealed, the only idea of ​​the gunsmith is to kill him. Vengeance for John was second, but the gunsmith vaguely felt that it was very dangerous for such a creature to exist.
收 He retracted the bone gun, held the "eternal core" emitting blue light in his palm, closed his eyes, and began to use alchemy to feel the structure and nature of the object.
After only a few seconds, the vast starry sky came to his mind, and those invisible forces in the universe were stained with color and became visible to the naked eye, but they were indifferent and impermanent.
The gunsmith's consciousness is swallowed up by another huge and unknown spiritual force, he can no longer feel his own existence, as if the flesh has become dust; time is like an illusion of nothingness; tangible is invisible, abstract is concrete; The physical knowledge learned by humans has become meaningless. Those gadgets are like a series of derivatives that low-dimensional creatures constantly put forward absurd theories but continue to use new theories to justify them.
Uh ...
In the east of the Ural Mountains in 2084, a snow-covered mountain forest.
Two men in military coats were standing in front of the door of a log cabin, and one of them knocked on the door. Not long after, the person inside the house opened the door. It was an old man. His right eye should be blind, and his face still had scars.
Lao Luoer was quite surprised when he saw the two strange men. At the same time, the tall old man crossed the shoulders of the two in front of him and saw a group of men and women. The number of people is about seven or eight, all of them are riding bipedal scooter with a shape similar to that of an ostrich and carrying advanced firearms. One of them looked rather dazzling. He did not wear a uniform and a sword at his waist, which showed that he was at least a nobleman, and the pearly and flashy hilt also showed that he was a very wealthy and high status nobleman .
"What's the matter, sir?" Old Roll asked.
The soldier at the entrance of the gate replied: "Master Earl came to hunt in the mountains today, and you also saw that the weather is getting a bit bad now, and we need to requisition your house for a rest."
Old Rohr glanced behind them again, and his heart was rather disdainful, because at this point, the real hunters had returned with a full load, but the count and the accompanying soldiers were empty-handed, and the squad seemed to have not opened yet. .
哦 "Oh, the earl wants to come into the house to avoid the snow ..." Old Rohr said, "Well, I think I can make some room ..."
But the answer from the other party was: "No, I said, this is not a request, it's expropriation. Also, the earl doesn't like to stay in the same room with the civilians. You have to stay outside until the earl leaves."
"What?" Old Rolle was shocked and furious, but someone had a gun on the other side, and he was hard to attack: "But this is my home!"
所以 "So you should be honored," said the soldier, suddenly lowering his voice. "Old man, don't stop anymore, put on some clothes and come out, we all have to stand outside the room ..."
The man next to him said with a more subtle voice, almost like a ventral saying: "The count is in a bad mood right now. If you grind again, God knows what he will do, don't bother us!"
Old Rall also saw their difficulties, and he sighed. He could only hope that the count would not rest by the fireplace until midnight. Who knew that he had just turned around and suddenly a gunshot sounded.
The puppet bullet passed through a soldier's shoulder and hit Old Roll's back, and the front of the cabin was bursting with blood.
The soldier shouted in pain, kneeling on the ground with his shoulders on his shoulders, and his companions beside him helped him, panicked but afraid to speak. And Old Rohr, he couldn't say a word, he stopped breathing within half a minute.
"Look, I told you long ago that the earl is a sharpshooter, and I can hit the target through obstacles. The deer would run away just because I blinked." The earl expressed the murder. If nothing happened, showing off in a very proud tone, as if he hit a ten-meter-old unguarded old man with a good firearm is a great thing.
The puppet soldiers did not show much sympathy and sadness. They knew the temper of the grandfather, and silence and obedience could ensure their safety, and received an extra reward in the hands of the nobleman.
But in the distance, a teenager was stunned by the scene in front of him. The prey in his hands fell to the ground, and his immature face was full of horror. He didn't understand at all how this all happened, his Grandpa, the only relative in the world, was just killed by someone he didn't even know. The young Charles happened to see the gunshot and didn't even have time to respond.
Who is he? Is it his father's enemies? How did they find this mountain?
The eleven-year-old gunsmith was like a frightened little animal. He stumbled to the ground, hiding himself, making a choked sound in his throat, and his vision was a little blurred, but he quickly wiped away those tears, if the tears were running down the cheek It will freeze when it reaches halfway, and it will be very painful when torn off.
The gunsmith's leather jacket was white, and he could hide himself well in the snow. He gradually approached the cabin and stared at the group of people. The earl quickly entered the house alone, and the remaining seven remained. outside. Two soldiers dragged the old Roll's body into the nearby forest and buried it shallowly. The depth would be eaten by scavengers within a day, and several others gathered together, which seemed to be warmer. Soldiers with wounded shoulders were quickly treated. The Empire's medical technology was excellent. The earl went out for hunting and naturally prepared a comprehensive trauma treatment.
The musketeer slowly moved forward on the snow. He was very clear from his ears. When he was about a hundred meters away, he could already hear the soldiers talking.
"Bad killing of innocent pigs, uh ... it, if it penetrates the bones, I will be disabled." The wounded soldier covered his shoulders, his blood had stopped, but the fear of that moment was still There is fear.
"Don't complain, if you take one more step to the left, he will penetrate your neck without hesitation." An older veteran smoked a flue: "Several guys were killed by the count himself. At that time, I still have to make a report and make up a lie saying that it was an outrage or something, and the earl lost another sum of money, and a life was lost. "
Another soldier said: "What about the old man's report? He had two branches in his head, and the count thought he was a deer?"
"Hmm ... how to write?" The veteran replied: "No need to write, this old man lives in such deep mountains. Even if the empire has his data, it is the one that has not been updated for many years. As long as we do n’t say, who knows this? Human life or death? So, you should be glad that this month's bonus will be more than usual, that is, the sealing fee given to you by that pig. If you do n’t know how to talk, trust me, I wo n’t do it for you I wrote a report on the cause of death, and I don't want it to happen. "
哎 "Hey, if it wasn't for the sake of supporting my family, my guard would have been out of work for this security work. I didn't serve as a slave for some count."
"It's all farting, even if you do n’t become a slave to him, you do to others. If you do n’t want to be a slave, you have to climb up, and when you have the money, you can be the master and you can be like that pig Shooting and killing people, grabbing wives and daughters everywhere, and no one can catch you. "
Just when these people were smoking and chatting, the gunsmith had slipped to a place less than thirty meters away ...
The count simmered on the fire by the fireplace in the house, smoking a high-quality cigar, and alleviating the bad mood of no prey all day. However, his rest time was very short. Only about ten minutes later, the door of the cabin was opened.
The count counted back and yelled, "Bastard, who allowed you to come in?" As soon as the words came out, he was stunned on the spot.
In front of him, a teenager was standing at the door. He was only one meter, thirty and forty. He was wearing a white leather jacket and holding a shotgun. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be taking a blood bath. Those warm His blood had not dried up, indicating that it had just spilled.
The first reaction of Earl Bian was to reach for a gun, but his intention was strangled by a bullet the moment he raised his hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" The count screamed frantically, much louder than the soldier he had just hit, because a blood hole was punched in the palm of his right hand,
The musketeer looked at his reaction, but was expressionless.
"Little bastard! What do you think you are doing! Do you know who I am ?!" The earl growled, but he did not dare to act lightly, because the little had a gun in his hand.
知道 "Know, you are the murderer who killed my grandpa." The gunsmith replied.
This is undoubtedly telling the count that the name and status are meaningless to a child, but the count still said: "You bastard! Dalit! How dare you hurt the noble members of the Gilson family? This is a capital crime , I'm going to kill your whole family! Cut out your heart and cook! "
Cruelness and stupidity are very dangerous qualities, and it is clear that the Count Gilson has both, and his response is almost the same as a death knell for himself.
"Kill seven people outside, I didn't use a gun." The gunsmith took out a dagger from behind him: "Because I don't want you to hear the voice, so I have a chance to escape."
Count Earl was terrified, and his heart was startled: How could this thin child silently kill seven imperial soldiers with guns?
"I always knew that I was a little different. Even if I rarely meet people other than Grandpa, I know that I am different from normal people." The gunsmith closed the door and approached the count with a dagger: "I can use This dagger killed a six hundred kilogram brown bear and dismembered it within minutes. I don't think an adult will be faster than me. "He paused." I haven't killed anyone before, but I killed some just now. It turned out that it wasn't difficult. "
Earl Gilson was obviously afraid. He couldn't use his identity to intimidate the child, and it was estimated that the use of force would not prevail, so at this time, he had only one way: "This ... this is just an accident ... I My gun went out, yes, yes, I did n’t mean it, listen, as long as you are willing to let me go, I can give you a lot of money, you can move to the city and live a life of worry-free clothing, There is no need to hunt for a living in this deep mountain ... "
"Is this your last word? A lie?" Charles's immature face, the figure immersed in blood and the weapon in his hand, looked horrible and weird against the fire.
The count yelled angrily and stomped at the gunsmith's face, but he was greeted by a sharp dagger. Blood flashed, one of his feet flew out, and even the bones were cut flat under his calf.
I often hear people describe that the so-called "squeeze like a pig" is actually not accurate. At this moment, the scream of Count Gilson should be called "squeeze like a killed pig".
"Ah !!!! You little !!! Ahhh ... ahh! The raised by the bitch! I will kill you! Peel your skin off! I tell you! The old deserves it too! Lao Tzu Killing you is worthy of you !!! You ... "He kept yelling and cursing, but the wound was bleeding. The bloated earl rolled around on the ground, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's complexion turned red, and his fury distorted his features.
The musketeer had raised his gun and aimed at the enemy's head, but he did not pull the trigger. After a few seconds, he actually lowered the gun again.
The earl saw this scene, he thought the other party changed his mind, and immediately said: "What? You figured it out, kid, that's right! Put the gun down! You let me go! The money I promised is still counting! "His expression was twisted and added a little excitement, as if he saw hope in despair.
The Gunner's answer was: "You don't deserve it."
"What?" The count paused again.
"You don't deserve to die under the gun, your blood will desecrate the sacredness of the bullets." He stepped forward and pressed one hand on the count's forehead. The count's eyes suddenly lost his glory, and his body gradually turned black. When the gunsmith retracted his hand, a pile of black dross shattered and scattered on the floor.
Almost at the same time, the gunsmith also passed out. It was the first time he had used alchemy on a conscious living creature, and it was the only one so far.
Uh ...
The burning pain in my hand made the gunsmith sober from the past. He was like holding a baked potato just out of the oven, and tossing the eternal core back and forth a few times with both hands, the blue shard suddenly returned to normal temperature.
He shook his head vigorously. He not only failed to understand the eternal core situation, but his spirit was almost collapsed. It seems that this is a very dangerous thing, and it takes a lot of time.
The gunsmith put the core of eternity in his pocket and decided to find a way to leave the ruins. The first step was naturally to find if there was any mechanism in this room, but when he swept with Yu Guang, he saw the body of the dark water. A drastic change has taken place.