Chapter 68: .Visitors of Moritini Village (Part 1)

Moritini Village is located in the middle of the eastern coast of Tapaz. Like other fishing villages scattered along the coast, it has a small population—only a hundred households and poor supplies—relying on fishing and cultivating seafood for a living and transportation. Inconvenience-even to the nearest rail car station, you have to climb several mountains, life is plain and simple, and contains the ease of isolation.
Recently, however, something new happened in the village. The prow Angri, who had been busy earning money all the year and couldn't see anyone, abducted and brought back an injured young master nobleman from somewhere, and surprised everyone. Although the young master was young and spoke very kindly, every time the villagers saw the rare pair of bright red pupils, they would involuntarily be in awe and dare not approach. On the contrary, his attendant who can do magic is welcomed by everyone, especially the children, who follow him all day long, and treat him as an idol.
When the young master's injury is good, he will leave soon, but if only that interesting attendant can stay in our village, he has talents and looks handsome... The three aunts and six wives who have nothing to do all the time look at that. The blue-haired boy named Saiqi, the more he looked at him, the happier he became, and asked him several times, but somehow, he was always pretending to be confused, and he didn't even give half a letter.
Even so, everyone is still trying their best to take care of these two properly-that is the superior noble! In this closed and conservative fishing village, there is a natural sense of fear for the out of reach of the power class, for fear that a carelessness will cause trouble to the village.
It is winter, and the northern continent has long been a cold wind, but in the hot South Island all year round, the humid sea breeze is still wrapped in smoky heat.
At the back door of the only small inn in the village, Verut was wearing a snow-white linen robe, standing erect, holding the old wooden railing beside him tightly with both hands, staring at the black airship slowly passing by the horizon. The afternoon sun shone on the sea, reflecting the flickering brilliance, and his ruby-like pupils were also unpredictable. The cloud road drawn by the tail of the airship seemed to be a series of ropes, which trembled his thoughts. Brought back the fatigue of a few days ago.
Since he was injured in the chase at the Covered Bridge Port of the capital, he once fell into a coma and was taken by Saiker to escape in a delirious manner. When he woke up he found himself in a strange old sailing ship. Surprised.
After his companion explained in a vague way, he spelled out the cause and effect: In order to get rid of the entangled pursuers, Saikor took him through the city of Xinlan in the dark and went around in a big circle, hiding in a deserted place in the southeast of the capital. In the small mountain village of, I didn’t expect to ran into Captain Angri, who had come here to open their eyes because of hearing about the beast plague.
Saiker had been in friendship with the captain under a false identity, and he hadn't recognized him for a while after many years, and almost moved his hands. Fortunately, the other party remembered his name in time. After the brief joy of reunion, Saiker ruthlessly sought help from the captain on the crappy reason that the two traveled together and were attacked-God knows how Angri believes this, but Virut guesses his nobleman. The coat of arms definitely played the biggest role.
The two steadily went south along the River of Yongguang, and when passing through Mingjinggang, he took the opportunity to see a doctor as an excuse, disembarked and sent information to the base liaison office in secret words to inform the mission failure and request support. He originally thought he would return to Star City smoothly soon, but during the subsequent sailing at sea, the unhealed wound on his shoulder was infected again due to mosquitoes and flies in the old cabin. The last two can only stay in this small fishing village temporarily, while recuperating from the illness, while waiting for the organizer to join them.
After a few days of living in a hermit-like fishing village, he even fell in love with such a peaceful day. So at this moment, when he looked at the black airship that was gradually leaving his field of vision, after a thousand distracting thoughts settled in his heart, a kind of boredom suddenly appeared. Disgust. It felt so unprepared, it was as if the little snake that had been lurking for a long time took a bite in his heart, but before he groaned, he instantly retracted into the dark grass where it was hiding.
He has been hiding in Tibet for so many days, maybe it is really tired... He exhaled like a long sigh, and quickly cleared up his mood. After he glanced at the airship that was about to disappear on the mountain in the distance, he was about to go back to the house when he heard it behind him. An unpleasant question came: "Master Willy, won't you go to rest for a while? The sun is so big outside, your injury is still not healed, be careful of your body, I can't find any trust in this small hotel. The doctor of the spectrum."
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Lanner..." The injured boy with the pseudonym Willy put a gentle smile on his mouth reflexively, turned around and nodded gently to the visitor, "The beach in the afternoon is so beautiful, if it's because of a little Isn’t it a pity to hide in the room with a minor injury?"
"You're not a little hurt, my dear young master." The hotel owner held a stack of washed white cotton sheets in her hand, stared at him and shook her head, she took a few steps expertly I hung the sheets on the long wooden hanger on the side, and kept nagging, "I haven't forgotten the way you were when you first came here, your face is pale, I almost thought you could not make it through! There happened to be a walking doctor in Li, who didn’t know what to do... To be honest, I don’t believe in his three-legged cat's medical skills. You can walk on the ground so quickly, it is really a blessing from His Royal Highness... "
Virut looked at the slightly prosperous lady boss in a coarse cloth skirt in front of her, listening to her stubborn words in her gentleness, and unconsciously grinned the corners of her mouth wider. This ordinary lady looks completely different from her famous mother. There is no gorgeous beading, no dazzling title, and no perfect appearance, but they love their children unreservedly.
In just a few days of getting along, Mrs. Lanner would tell him about her son who was in a foreign country whenever she had a chance. She also explained to him the wall full of awards and medals. , Her cheeks rough and uneven by the sea breeze always carried a proud smile. He could feel the pure love without distractions, which moved him, and missed his mother even more. After all, he had never been away from home for so long.
The proprietress hung up the sheets quickly, and then looked back at the quiet and contemplative teenager. She seemed to think it was funny to talk to herself, she couldn't help but laugh: "Don't blame me for talking too much, I'm sure you are right, Ahai I'm obedient, I haven't seen him sick since I was a kid. How can a noble master like you have our country boy Pishi, you should be careful and pay more attention."
"You are right, I will go back to the room." Virut smiled and thanked her again. He turned his head and glanced at the small woods in the distance. The children who had just gathered in the shade of the trees had no idea. When they have dispersed, their leader Saiker has disappeared, and he is not sure where to hang out again.
Mrs. Lanner sighed in relief when he saw his promise, strode to the door, hesitated with the wooden handle, and looked back at him: "Oh, yes, today is Sunday, I don’t know if you have She is not interested in participating in the prayer ceremony in the village, although it is a bit simple..." She suddenly stopped, and squeezed her dark blue sideburns with a dry smile, and continued with a little cramp: "At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the small auditorium in the side hall, you If you have time..."
"Thank you for your invitation, I will definitely participate on time." Virut interrupted her softly and nodded solemnly.
"That's great. I'm going to make some preparations. You are willing to participate. Everyone will be very happy." The lady beamed with joy, lifted her wide skirt and quickly ran into the door, and quickly passed from the house. There was a dull crash of tables and chairs.
Virut still smiled, and he glanced at the corner of the wooden corridor consciously, then stared at the shining golden sea, tapped his fingertips on the guardrail, as if he was doing nothing. But before he knocked a few times, Syker emerged from the shadow on the side of the hotel, and hurriedly rushed to him, his eyes full of eagerness, and his mouth kept yelling: "Ve...li, I I saw the airship just now. Coming from the southwest, did you see it? The black one must have come to pick us up! Haha, I can finally go back! There is nothing fun in this ruined place, it really suffocates me!"
The sick young man listened in silence for a while before turning his head slowly, and glanced over his companion's short gray and blue hair that was messy with grass clippings, staring at his two happy little tiger teeth, and asked without expression: "Really? I think you seem to be very happy these past few days, isn't there a lot of...'little friends' following you?"
"Cut, those little ghosts are so annoying all day that I don't bother to pay attention to them." The Shadow Assassin gently leaped onto the wooden fence, and curled his lips nonchalantly, without hearing any irony.
"It does look like this..." Velut squinted at the bulging trophy pouch around his companion's waist. Secor hurriedly moved the pouch to the other side when he noticed it, pretending to be casually aiming around and blowing. Whistled.
Virut knew that his lazy temperament had long since dripped into his bones, and did not reprimand him. He raised his finger to the direction where the airship disappeared, and whispered: "You go to pick up the airship... bring someone to the village. Come on, I have something to ask."
"Receive?" The whistle disappeared immediately. Saiker turned his head and blinked puzzledly. "Don't you leave now?"
"What's the hurry..." Velut didn't want to explain his implied reluctance to his companions, but just urged, "Hurry up, go early and return early."
"What can I ask..." The Shadow Assassin murmured dissatisfiedly, "It's going to be dark in a while, can't you go to the airship and ask again? Besides, who knows who they will send, maybe it's a nasty ghost. ...I can put the ugly words first, if they refuse to come with me, don't blame me."
He kept complaining over there, but Virut kept a straight face and danced on the wooden fence with his fingertips intently, as long as he didn't hear him at all. Saikor said for a long time and saw that he ignored him at all. He couldn't help but lose his temper. He turned over and jumped out of the wooden porch. He escaped into the shadow of the corner without even saying hello.
A few days later, this kid began to worry about making trouble again...Virut stared at the place where he disappeared and shook his head, secretly calculating in his heart: Although there were many doubts about this mission, it finally failed. The long investigation and review of the council must have been indispensable for all kinds of sarcasm, overt or covert, for fear that his unscrupulous companion would cause trouble if he is provoked by others.
In contrast, he doesn’t care about the gossip. The only concern at the moment is the safety of all mission participants. Although he has drawn up a detailed retreat route, it was too chaotic when the battle happened hastily. He was in a coma for many days on the run, and now he has completely cut off contact with the base, and he is unavoidable.
I hope everyone can return safely. May the goddess bless you... Facing the clear blue sea, he prayed silently in his heart, without any other thoughts, straightened his loose linen robe, and smiled with a warm smile. Walked into the house.
In the southern mountain col not far from the village, the black unnamed airship is slowly landing. You can’t see any decorative patterns on the cast-iron crescent ship, and you don’t even have a sign of a construction workshop. The interior of the ship is so simple that there are no redundant furnishings. The bright and clean aisles are empty, only claustrophobic. Quietly hidden.
In the cockpit at the bow, a sturdy young man was leaning on a scratched iron recliner with his feet tilted up, looking towards the small fishing village on the coast in the distance, his mouth kept making funny laughs and sounds. It was high and low, frowning. He was wearing tight-fitting light brown combat leather armor, his short yellow hair was extremely dry and messy, and his bronze left cheek was tattooed with a blood-red bone claw, which flicked up and down with the laughter, as if he was alive.
Behind him, by the door, four guards in black uniforms lined up neatly, all of them hanging their heads motionless, and the continuous harsh laughter couldn't make them react at all. There was also a person sitting on the high raised bridge in the front, the figure was completely covered by the wide-back swivel chair around, only the thin arms stretched out from the side, controlling the continuous red and green colors like playing a piano. The light copper button console did not hesitate.
"It's really embarrassing, it's embarrassing..." The yellow-haired young man laughed nervously for a long time, and finally felt bored. He stroked his messy hair and cast his gaze on the bridge, "I still consider how capable he is. He hides in such a rural place like a mourning dog, I'm afraid I don't dare to meet people! "Young Master"? Hey, laughed at me, laughed at me!"
"Okay, Tie Shou, who did not make a mistake when he was young..." The pilot pressed the last command, turned off the energy core channel, then shrank his hands and waited for the airship to land safely. "We must learn to be considerate of others. , No matter what, he finally recovered his life... We should say this: It is the grace of the goddess."
His tone was feminine and soft, completely different from the thick, rusty voice of the young man named Iron Hand, but it was just as unkind.
The yellow-haired young man laughed presumptuously again, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and his bone claw tattoos kept shaking: "Yes, take my life back, hehe... I just don’t know if he can survive this life. The review by the council..."
"We all know what will happen, Iron Hand, we have all experienced this, but he is different from us..." The driver paused slightly, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "Don't forget how much your superior is. Spoil him, he will definitely...return to us safe and sound."
Tie Shou’s complexion instantly turned hideous. He gritted his fine teeth, and the veins on his forehead jumped. The fingers of his right hand on the armrest turned into a sharp blade that could cut bones. He went crazy on the side of the recliner. Draw, bring out a black mark flashing with sparks.
The cab was full of sharp squeaks that made the scalp numb, but the man hiding behind the swivel chair seemed to have been commonplace for a long time, and he never said a word, did not discourage, nor reprimanded.
"Why! Why!" After venting on the iron chair for a long time, the iron hand still couldn't bear the breath, and finally roared out uncontrollably, "He is no more than a mere mortal! Evil eyes, are you right? Honor him! Are you always confused..."
"Shut up! Have you forgotten the discipline of the organization!?" Evil Eye cut off sharply, and quickly turned the chair to face the door, finally revealing his true face.
He is dressed completely different from the iron hand in a combat suit. The dark blue gorgeous silk robe and flat light-colored trousers make him look like a member of the Assassins organization, but a celebrity who rushed to the banquet. gentleman. His features were unremarkable, his thin face was wearing a pair of brown sunshades, his light brown curly hair fell to his shoulders, and his slightly white sideburns indicated his age.
"If you forget what to do, I don't mind reminding you again...If you shouldn't say it, let it rot in your stomach." The airship pilot looked very ugly, and leaned down threateningly, flat. The corners of his mouth seem to want to keep his smile, but they can't draw a good curve in the twitch.
The two principals stared at each other unwillingly to show weakness, and the four black-clothed guards who looked like dead people were also immovable. The atmosphere in the cabin was suppressed by the approaching storm, but soon, the iron hand burst into a stern laughter. All this solidified atmosphere was crushed.
"Hehe, hehe!" He laughed out of breath, as if the person who was so angry just now was not like himself, "I remember, before he set off, the prince also specially looked for you, right! Did he say something, did he say, what should I do with him in the future..."
He raised his head and widened his eyes, staring at the driver like a studious child, eager to get a few words to answer, but the other person retracted his gaze in an instant, leaned on the swivel chair and helped his glasses.
"I've already told you that if you shouldn't say it, let it rot in your stomach..." Evil Eye didn't reveal anything to him. He sighed and repeated a sentence, and felt a huge shock at the bottom of his feet and the airship had completely landed Up.
"You stay here, I'll see the situation... Pick them up early, we still have work to do." He didn't have the mind to talk anymore, compared his hand to his partner, and walked to the door with small steps. Several people in black immediately stood behind him like a spring, and lined up shoulder to shoulder.
"Don't! Tell me..." Tie Shou smiled and turned down the recliner, unwillingly pleaded, "You only tell me, there is no one else here, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of these trials? Pin' can speak? Hey..."
"Be careful...remember not to talk too much in front of them." Evil Eye squinted at him as if warning, and brought the black guards to speed up the pace and walk straight, following the side passage to the central landing gate. He stretched out his hand and pressed the switch valve, and amid a creaking sound, the airship's door slowly opened, and the hot light quickly squeezed the dominant position, illuminating the gloomy aisle.
The yellow-haired young man who just followed raised his hand to cover his forehead, peeked out his head and looked around the barren hills and meadows that seemed to have never been destroyed before, and laughed strangely: "This place is really remote. The way people live... Hey, have you sent someone here before?"
"It's easy to do things remotely..." Evil Eye replied casually, and suddenly stared at the sparse bush in the distance. A few purple lights flashed under the sunglasses, "It seems that they have arrived."
The sunlight in the undergrowth flickered, and Saiker stood in the shaky shadow, squinting at the black moon-shaped airship in the distance, with his eyebrows furrowed, and there was no trace of the joy of reunion with someone he knew.
"How could it be this guy?" He was obviously very dissatisfied with the candidate who came to meet him. He curled his mouth in disgust, picked a thin grass stalk next to him, and chewed in his mouth while chewing. Go there.