blogombal Chapter 542 Smoked Fish and Pickled Cucumbers
Chapter 542 Smoked Fish and Pickled Cucumbers
Chapter 542 Smoked Fish and Pickled Cucumbers
Chris was indeed hungry.
He was once very familiar with this feeling, but it had gradually become unfamiliar. Now, he was getting used to it again.
However, he could only continue to go hungry.
His messenger helped him escape the city he had so painstakingly captured.
They continued northward, trying to avoid the army of the Eastern Community and, more importantly, to escape the pursuing deep-sea monsters.
But those monsters always managed to find him.
Until one day, he discovered that the culprit was none other than his messenger.
Only then did he realize that his messenger had been turned against him by the will of the deep sea within his cane.
Or rather, brainwashing.
It was the messenger who led the monsters to Chris, and his purpose was definitely not good.
Chris used his intelligence to expose the other party.
As a result, the other party rushed at him without regard for anything else.
Moody once said that he was not good at fighting.
Chris was also missing an eye, an ear, and an arm.
If it were just a matter of physical strength, he wouldn't be a match for his opponent.
But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the last guard who had gotten separated from him found them.
The man's name was Finn, and he killed Moody.
Chris, who had narrowly escaped death, immediately announced that he would be rewarded, of course, after he returned to his country and city.
He then went on the run with Finn.
This time, Chris was well aware that if anything unexpected happened again, there would be no second guard to save him.
All the other guards perished within the city of Hedi.
Therefore, Chris was extra careful this time, not giving the other party any chance to touch the cane.
The two continued north, with Chris still preoccupied with his plans.
Head to the port of the Eastern Community located in the ditch, then cross westward to reach the Northern Upper Community.
Then, they would travel south by carriage or sled, passing through the southern communities, and finally returning to Chris's central community.
To be honest, compared to Moody, who is not good at fighting, Chris might be safer traveling with Finn, who is his bodyguard.
At least if something unexpected happens, the two will still have a fighting chance.
But Finn's weaknesses soon became apparent; he was not good at anything other than fighting.
With Moody by his side, Chris at least wouldn't go hungry.
But since Finn was replaced, it's considered good if they can eat one meal a day.
Chris hasn't eaten for two days now.
I only melted some snow water to numb my stomach.
Now that Finn has gone out to find food again, Chris prays to fate that Finn will succeed.
Chris didn't understand why there were such stupid people around. If Chris went by himself, he could definitely scam a big meal, but he couldn't do that.
His appearance was too striking: a handsome man with one eye, one ear, and one arm.
Especially since he's handsome, Chris felt that once he entered a crowd, he would definitely become the center of attention.
Who knows when someone might discover he's a veteran of the central community and recruit an army.
Chris pondered, gazing at the strange cane in his hand.
The cane is inhabited by two souls at the same time. They do not interfere with each other, but occasionally they will compete for the right to speak.
That consciousness from the deep sea has always been loyal to the will of the deep sea.
He would use all sorts of sweet talk to lure those who came into contact with him into carrying out his plans.
Chris had already suffered a loss and regretted not noticing the problem in his words sooner.
As a con artist, he should have been able to spot any traps in the words he spoke.
Or perhaps, his skills have become rusty from indulging in pleasure for too long?
The other soul, so far, has been offering advice and strategies to Chris.
In fact, Chris's current status is mainly due to his own hard work and the guidance of fate.
But it cannot be denied that the apostle of Grellara did help him a lot.
But is this apostle worthy of complete trust?
Having already experienced betrayal, Chris must begin to consider this.
In fact, one should never trust anyone other than oneself.
The only things that won't lie to him are his own heart and fate.
Suddenly, Chris heard the rustling sound of loose snowflakes being compressed.
Looking in the direction of the sound, a burly man was walking towards them.
It's Finn!
Chris immediately stood up, only to see Finn's empty hands.
Chris frowned. "Don't tell me you've come up empty-handed again."
Finn came to Chris's side, took a cloth bag from his waist, and handed it to Chris.
Chris quickly took the bag and opened it. Inside was a hard piece of rye bread, a smoked fish, and some pickles.
Chris immediately grabbed the food and began to wolf it down.
Ugh, this food is awful!
But Chris knew that now was not the time to be casual; only by replenishing his energy could he avoid being caught or freezing to death.
However, Fein said, "Elder, you should eat sparingly. You have no idea how much effort I put into getting this little bit of food."
How much effort could it take? You can't possibly steal it, can you?
Just then, Chris looked up and gazed at Finn.
His eyes widened.
He saw a thin line of blood on Finn's neck.
"What happened?!" Chris asked, pointing at the bloodstains.
"There is absolutely no food here. The further north you go, the colder the climate becomes. Before summer arrives, it's even difficult to find leaves."
"I've said it before, those monsters in the south, the army of the Eastern Community to the east, and the ocean of the trestle to the west. We must head north to a port where we won't be suspected, but you haven't properly answered the questions from outsiders."
Chris stood up, letting the food fall to the ground. "I'm asking you, what happened!"
"This food was stolen from a couple who lived in the wild, but rest assured, Elder, I have killed them. It's a remote place, and no one will be able to find it anytime soon."
Chris's heart skipped a beat, his face instantly darkening. He asked coldly, "Where's the child?"
"What child?" Finn asked, looking confused.
"You said they were a couple, so they should have children, but you say you only killed two people."
"I didn't see anyone else; they shouldn't have children."
Did you search?
Finn's silence said it all, and Chris was furious.
After a moment, Finn explained, "It's just a child, it's okay, and besides, how could you lay a hand on a child—"
"—Fate is either cyclical or ascending!" Chris roared. "There can be no hesitation or leniency in any cycle!"
Chris remembered again the Capello bastard with the orange-yellow hair.
He's the cycle of my fate, and Chris still regrets it to this day. I should have killed him right now!
Chris immediately bent down, picked up the food, and stuffed it into the cloth bag.
Then he picked up his cane: "We must get out of here immediately."
However, Chris received no response.
Turning around, bright red blood flowed down Finn's lips.
An arrow pierced his chest.
Finn fell forward.
It revealed that the densely packed search soldiers, which he had previously concealed, were now closing in—