Sinmonger Chapter 13: Memories

The gunsmith pretended to raise the bone gun and blew a breath, "Anyway, you will die sooner or later.

He is not a pedantic person who sticks to morality. He is often reckless when encountering things. Therefore, when Darkwater reveals his identity, the gunsmith's only thought is to kill him. Avenging John was second, but the gunsmith felt vaguely that it was very dangerous to let such a creature exist in the world.

He put away the bone gun, held the "Eternal Core" emitting a faint blue light in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and began to use alchemy to feel the structure and nature of this object.

After only a few seconds, the vast starry sky appeared in his mind, and the invisible forces in the universe were dyed with color and became visible to the naked eye, but they were suddenly in a variety of shapes, and the gathering and dispersing were impermanent.

The gunsmith's consciousness was engulfed by another huge and unknown spiritual force, and he could no longer feel his own existence, as if his body had become dust; time was like an illusion of nothingness; tangible is intangible, abstraction is concrete; All the physical knowledge learned as a human has become meaningless, and those things are like a series of derivatives of low-dimensional creatures who keep coming up with absurd theories and keep using new theories to justify themselves.

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2084, east of the Ural Mountains, in a snow-covered mountain forest.

Two men in military coats were standing at the door of a log cabin when one knocked on the door. Not long after, the person in the house opened the door. It was an old man. His right eye was probably blind, and there were still hideous scars on his face.

Old Rolle was quite surprised when he saw these 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 people. The number of people is about seven or eight, and they are all riding on bipedal mechas similar in shape to ostriches, with advanced firearms on their backs. One of them is quite eye-catching. He does not wear a standard military uniform and wears a sword on his waist, which shows that he is at least a nobleman, and the jeweled and flashy hilt also shows that this is a very wealthy and high-status nobleman .

"What's the matter, sir?" Old Rolle asked.

The soldier at the door replied: "The Count came to hunt in the mountains today. You saw it. Now the weather is getting a little bad. We need to requisition your house for a rest."

Old Rolle glanced behind them again, with disdain in his heart, because at this point, the real hunters should have returned with a full load, but the earl and the soldiers in his entourage are all empty-handed, and the group seems to have not yet Open look.

"Oh, that Mr. Earl wants to go into the house to take shelter from the wind and snow..." Old Rolle said, "Well, I think I can make some room..."

But the other party's answer was: "No, I said it before, this is not a request, it's a requisition. Also, the earl doesn't like to stay in the same room with the commoners, you have to stay outside until the earl leaves."

"What?" Old Rolle was shocked and angry, but someone had a gun, so he didn't have a problem: "But this is my home!"

"So you should be honored." The soldier suddenly lowered his voice when he said this: "Old man, don't talk anymore, put on some clothes and come out, we all have to stand outside the house..."

The man beside him said in a more subtle voice, almost like ventriloquism: "The Count is in a very bad mood now, if you linger, God knows what he will do, don't bother us! "

Old Rolle also saw their difficulties, he sighed, that's all, he could only hope that the earl would not rest by the fireplace until midnight before leaving. Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, a gunshot suddenly sounded.

The bullet passed through a soldier's shoulder and hit Old Rolle's back, and blood blossoms instantly bloomed in front of the door of the cabin.

The soldier cried out in pain, and knelt on the ground with his shoulders covered. The companion beside him supported him, his expression panicked but he didn't dare to make a sound. As for Old Rolle, he couldn't say a word, and in less than half a minute, he stopped breathing.

"Look, I told you a long time ago that this Count is a sharpshooter, and I can hit the target even through obstacles. The deer ran away just because I blinked." Count said this time Murder acted as if nothing had happened, flaunted it in a very smug tone, as if it was a great thing for him to hit an unsuspecting old man ten meters away with a good firearm.

The soldiers did not show much sympathy and sadness. They knew the temper of the lord well, and silence and obedience ensured their safety and received an extra reward in the hands of the noble.

But in the distance, a young man was stunned by the scene in front of him. The prey in his hand fell to the ground, and his tender face was full of horror. He had no idea how all this happened. , his grandfather, the only relative in the world, was killed by someone he didn't even know just now. Little Charles happened to see the moment the gunshot rang, and didn't even have time to react.

Who is he? Is it his father's enemy? How did they find this deep in the mountains?

The eleven-year-old gunsmith was like a frightened little animal. He crawled to the ground and hid himself. There was a choked sound in his throat, and his vision became blurred, but he quickly wiped away those tears. It will freeze halfway down the cheek, and it will hurt very much when you tear it off.

The leather jacket worn by the gunsmith is white, which can 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 other seven people remain outside. The two soldiers dragged Old Rolle's body into the nearby woods and buried it shallowly. The scavengers would dig out and eat it within a day. The other people gathered together, which seemed to be warmer. The soldiers with shoulder injuries were quickly treated. The Empire's medical technology was very good. The Earl went out hunting and naturally prepared comprehensive trauma treatment measures.

The gunsmith moved forward slowly on the snow. He was very smart since he was a child. When he was about a hundred meters away, he could vaguely hear the conversations of the soldiers.

"Indiscriminate killing of innocent pigs, uh... dammit, if the bone goes through the bone, I will be disabled." The wounded soldier clutched his shoulders, his blood had stopped, but he didn't know what to do about that moment. Fear still lingers.

"Don't complain, if you take another step to the left, he will punch your neck without hesitation." An older veteran smoking a cigarette: "In the past, there were a few guys who were killed by the earl himself. If they were killed, I would have to make a report and make up a lie, saying that it was a fire or something, and the count would pay another sum of money, and one life would be lost."

Another soldier said: "Then how to write the report of this old man? He had two branches stuck on his head, and the count thought he was a deer?"

"Hmph... how to write it?" The veteran replied: "There is no need to write it at all. This old man lives in such a deep mountain. Even if the empire has his information, it is the kind that has not been updated for many years. As long as we don't say it, who will Will you know this person's life or death? So, you should be lucky that this month's bonus will be more than usual, which is the hush money that pig gave you. If you don't know how to flatter and talk nonsense, believe me, it won't take too long for me to A cause-of-death report will be written for you, and I don't want that to happen."

"Hey, if it wasn't for the support of the family, I would have quit the guard job a long time ago. I didn't join the army to be a servant for some earl."

"It's all bullshit. Even if you don't make him a slave, you will be someone else. If you want to not be a slave, you have to climb up. When you have money and power, you can be a master and be like that. Shooting and killing people everywhere like pigs, robbing other people’s daughters-in-law everywhere, and no one can arrest you.”

While these people were smoking and chatting, the gunsmith had quietly slipped to a place less than 30 meters away from them...

The Count was burning a fire by the fireplace in the house, smoking a high-end cigar comfortably, and his bad mood of not getting any prey all day was slightly relieved. However, his rest time was very short. In about ten minutes, the door of the cabin was opened.

The Count turned his head and cursed, "Bastard, who allowed you to come in?" As soon as the words came out, he froze on the spot.

In front of him, a young man stood at the door, only 1.30 or 40 meters tall. He was dressed in a white leather jacket and held a shotgun. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be bathed in blood. Those warm blood had not dried up and frozen, indicating that it was just splashed.

The Count's first reaction was to reach for the gun, but his intention was killed by a bullet the moment he raised his hand.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!" The earl screamed frantically, which was far more shrill than the soldier who was hit by him just now, because a blood hole was punched in the palm of his right hand.

The gunsmith watched his reaction, but his face was blank.

"Little bastard! What do you think you are doing! Do you know who I am?!" growled the earl, but he did not dare to act rashly, because the little **** had a gun in his hand.

"I know, you are the murderer of my grandfather." The gunsmith replied.

This is no doubt telling the Earl that names and status are meaningless to a child, but the Earl still said: "You bastard! Untouchables! How dare you hurt the noble Gilson family members, this is a For the death penalty, I will kill your whole family! I will dig out your heart and cook it!"

Cruelty and stupidity are both very dangerous qualities, and apparently the Earl of Gilson had both, and his reaction was a death knell for himself.

"To 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 sound and have a chance to escape."

The earl was horrified and said in shock: This thin child actually killed seven imperial soldiers with guns silently?

"I always knew that I was a little different. Even if I rarely met people other than my grandfather, I knew that I was different from normal people." The gunsmith closed the door and approached the Count with a dagger: " I can kill a 600kg brown bear with this dagger and dismember it in minutes, I don't think an adult can be faster than me." He paused: "I haven't killed it before. People, but I killed some just now, so it's not that difficult."

Earl Gilson is obviously scared. He can't use his identity to intimidate the child, and he probably won't have the upper hand in terms of force, so at this time, he has only one way: "This... this is just an accident ...my gun went off, yes, yes, I didn't mean to, listen, as long as you'll let me go, I'll give you a lot of money, and you can move to the city and live comfortably I don't have to hunt for a living in this deep mountain..."

"Is this your last word? A lie?" The childish face of little Charles, the figure soaked in blood and the weapon in his hand, against the background of the fire, looked terrifying and strange.

The Count roared furiously and kicked the gunsmith in the face, but he was greeted by a sharp dagger. The blood light flashed, and one of his feet flew out, and even the bones were cut flat under the calf.

I often hear someone describe the so-called "screaming like a slaughtered pig". In fact, this sentence is not accurate. At this moment, Earl Gilson's scream should be regarded as "screaming like a slaughtered pig".

"Ahh!!! You little bastard!! Ahhhhhhhhh! You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you! Skin you! I tell you! That old **** deserved to die! !! I'm looking down on you for killing you!!! You..." He kept yelling, but the wound was bleeding. The bloated Count rolled on the ground in pain~IndoMTL.com~ his face flushed red, and his facial features were contorted with rage.

The gunsmith had raised his gun and aimed it at the enemy's head, but he didn't pull the trigger, and a few seconds later he put it down again.

When the count saw this scene, he thought that the other party had changed his mind, and immediately said: "What? You figured it out, right, boy, that's right! Put down the gun! You let me go! The money I promised It still counts!" His expression distorted, adding a dash of excitement, as if he saw hope in a desperate situation.

The gunsmith's answer was: "You don't deserve it."

"What?" The count was stunned again.

"You don't deserve to die under a gun. Your blood will desecrate the sanctity of bullets." He stepped forward and put one hand on the count's forehead. The count's eyes suddenly lost their radiance, and his body gradually melted. For the sake of black, when the gunsmith retracted his hand, a pile of black scum shattered and scattered on the floor.

At about the same time, the gunsmith passed out, the first time he used alchemy on a conscious living creature, and the only one so far.

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The burning pain in his hands made the gunsmith wake up from the past. He seemed to be holding a freshly baked potato. He tossed the eternal core back and forth with both hands, and the blue shards suddenly returned to normal temperature. .

Shaking his head vigorously, not only did he fail to understand the situation at the core of eternity, but his spirit almost collapsed. It seems that this is a very dangerous thing, and it will take a lot of time, so it is more appropriate to think long-term.

The gunsmith put the Eternal Core into his pocket and decided to find a way to get out of the ruins first. The first step was naturally to find out if there were any traps in the room, but he just swept the corner of his eye and saw the dark water. The corpse has undergone dramatic changes.