Heartbreaker

The day after the melee, I woke up hungry and ate a whole leg of pork and a large plate of apple pie while the servants stared at me with astonishment.While I was hiccupping, several soldiers with cold faces walked into the room and said to me, "Lemon Bone Spur, the Marshal wants to summon you."

I sneered, "Is your Marshal Buckhouse Plummer?"

The soldier said, "Yes."

"It's so strange that the old man is not dead yet."

Those soldiers immediately turned cold, as if they were looking at a beautiful rattlesnake.Slowly I put on my ragged cotton shirt and trousers, into my leather boot with a hole in the sole, and finally on my ragged cloak.A soldier stepped forward, slammed a few times, and pulled out a pair of shackles on my wrist.

boom!I punched him in the head so hard that his nose bleeds.Several other soldiers approached me warily, like a pack of wolves approaching an antelope.I clenched my fists, heard the crisp squeeze of bones, grinned and said, "Come on, bastards, since I don't have any delicious women, let me be happy as much as I can."

The sound of recovering strength is like smashing a dozen wind chimes, jingling, pleasant and noisy, it is the sound of blood rushing in my body.I made some beautiful wall decoration paintings of those soldiers, and just when the minions were groaning|groaning, the fool just pushed the door in and said angrily, "Lymon Bone spur, how dare you Disobey the orders of the Marshal!"

Dummy looks like a gas furnace erupting when he's angry.I sneered and moved my fingers, "Didn't your father tell you, don't mess with desperadoes when you mess with anyone? Since your marshal wants to see me, show due sincerity. I'm not like you The lackeys who will go immediately."

What I said made his whole face twist into a ball, as if he had accidentally bitten a sour lemon.After a long time, the idiot rubbed his cheeks resentfully, and said in a quality tone as much as possible, "Adding shackles is not to humiliate your personality, but because there are precedents of prisoners attacking marshals, we have to take more precautions."

I sneered, "Then you don't have to be on guard. If I want the marshal to die, this moment is not too bad."

The fool stared at me with those silly dog ​​eyes, as if he would bark twice in fright when I sneezed.Along the way, his sharp edge pierced my back. I walked through the simple and narrow corridor, pushed open the heavy oak door, and a light sandalwood scent immediately rushed to my face.

The idiot walked out from behind me, closed the door, touched the heel of his boot lightly, "Marshal, the man has arrived."

The figure facing the floor-to-ceiling windows is like a silent pile of cement.I whistled and looked around, and saw an oil painting on the left wall.In the painting is a family of four. The man looks arrogant, holding a golden scepter, wearing a crown inlaid with red sapphires and pearls, wearing a crimson silk dress with ironed gold thread, and a pair of black cowhide leather under white trousers. boots.The woman stared forward elegantly and dignifiedly, her almond-colored curly hair was braided, and the thick and complicated lace dress was like marigolds in late autumn.

Beside the man, a handsome little boy raised his face with piercing eyes.And in the woman's arms, a blue-eyed baby was sucking his fingers, two dimples appeared on his chubby face.This painting is so harmonious and beautiful, as if the family in the painting is the happiest family in the world, and nothing can tear them apart.

I fucking want to throw up.

"Lymon Bone Spur."

After a while, the puddle of cement by the window finally made a sound.I casually played with my rough fingers, "It's true."

The legendary Marshal Backhouse waved his hands with his back to us, and the idiot solemnly pressed his heels together and walked out quietly.

For a while it was just the two of us in the house.The marshal stood up, his thin body like a road sign blown crooked by the wind.I squinted my eyes, wanting to make sure that the old man in front of me was the hero with his own glory in my memory.It seems that the blade of time is more ruthless than my bone-cutting knife. The ravine on his face that once told of honor is like a broken field plowed by oxen, and the sharp eyes like a falcon have become like a rolling hole. Puddles of mud balls.The four years after the fall of the Wanjiang Empire seemed to be stretched into 40 years by the cycle of day and night. The long river of time easily washed away the stones on the river bed beyond recognition.

At this time, the marshal looked at me with cloudy eyes, and said in an old voice seriously, "I saw your performance in the melee. To be honest, although you are deviant, you have some qualities that I appreciate, and I think that's what the Winter Ting team lacks right now."

"Please sit down."

I strode to the table, sat on the soft chair with my legs crossed, and whistled comfortably, "That's why I like to negotiate directly with the boss. The higher you go, the less ghosts and snakes and the smoky atmosphere. The leader is always better than the leader." The miscellaneous fish under him are much more sensible."

He stared at me, and moved slowly to the other side of the table, like a hawk with its wings broken.His gaze is not full of distinct vigilance and dissatisfaction like that of his idiot son, but a kind of majesty combining hardness and softness, which only belongs to the vicissitudes and solemnity accumulated by experience.

The Marshal said, "When every prisoner who is exiled to Vulture City passes the test of the Legion, the first question I ask is 'Why do you want to participate in the melee'... But for you, I don't think I need to do anything extra .”

He took out two portraits from the drawer and stared at me calmly, "You recognize these two people, right?"

I shrugged my shoulders with a smile, "I killed too many people, not to mention these two pigs didn't go anywhere in particular."

"Then I'll tell you how special they are." Marshal Backhouse said, pointing to the long-haired man in the portrait on the left, "Gerson Renssel, the Minister of Etiquette of the Wanjiang Empire, was later awarded by the Twilight Empire. Earl. And on the right is Viscount Head Van Went, nephew of Elliot the Kingslayer, eldest son of the lineal family."

He paused for a while, as if to let me hear clearly, "According to reliable sources, both of them died under your command in Huishen Villa and Huapai Town."

I sneered, "Are you here to Xingshi to inquire about the crime?"

The marshal let out a smile that I couldn't fathom, and said, "Young man, cut your edge. I'm not asking questions, I just want to know—the reason why you killed the two of them."

I shrugged, "If I think about the reason before killing everyone, I'm afraid I'm going to be exhausted to death."

"Since you don't want to think about it, then I'll think about it for you." The Marshal smiled lightly, the cloudiness in his eyes seemed to be dispelled by the dazzling light in an instant.

"The former, you want revenge; the latter, you want to provoke."

This concise sentence stopped my dangling calf in mid-air.I squinted my eyes and looked at the goshawk with broken wings in front of me again.Marshal Backhouse must have noticed every change in me, because his eyes no longer showed the calmness of sedimentary rock, but the hope of molten lava.

"After the incident in Huapai Town, I received a letter from Little Princess Yangtao." The marshal handed me an envelope and said, "This letter is for you, and she hopes you can read it."

I took the letter, tore it up without even reading it, and said, "Just say what you want to say, Marshal."

The old marshal said, "I want to see your right shoulder, can I?"

I stared at him for a while, peeled off the clothes on my shoulders, and sneered, "Did you find the precious treasure map?"

Marshal Backhouse slowly looked over my right shoulder, and after a while, he lowered his head. This was the first time I saw him look so depressed before entering the door.

"Impossible... Impossible..." He murmured, "There should be a star-shaped birthmark..."

I tidied up my clothes and raised my legs again, "You are quite disappointed, Marshal."

Heh, the star-shaped birthmark, I really can't remember it unless he mentions it.That birthmark is something special, with a light pink color on the skin, that wolf-hearted pervert, Airon, once licked it while I was whimpering.But that was before being given to the dragon.After rolling through the dragon's mouth full of venom, my skin scorched and fell off without a trace. It's no wonder that stupid birthmark survived.

"If you weren't him..." The marshal propped his forehead, mumbling to himself, "Why... are you so similar to that child?"

"Who?" I asked with a half-smile, "Lymon Sol?"

He raised his head abruptly, as if he had been punched in the head by the name.I curled the corners of my mouth with a smirk, put my hands on the table, and approached the marshal's face, "But I can only tell you with regret, Marshal, that weak and stupid roe deer is dead! You sent it to the grave with your own hands, as a Marshal of the Winter Ting Army, don’t you remember?!”

"No!" The old guy suddenly became agitated, stood up suddenly, hissed and gasped because of too much force, "I-I-back then, I led the Winter Ting Army to fight against the evil dragon, in order to protect The safety of the princes. We have decided to save the empire from the dragon's claws even if we risk our lives... But who would have thought of Elliott's army..."

I dug my ears, "I've heard enough of this heart-wrenching bullshit, you'd better lie to good-natured fools. As long as it doesn't work out, I don't fucking care if there's some deeply touching and tragic experience in the middle The fact that I know is that the useless Winter Ting army retreated from the summit of ashes where the dragon lives, and the prince Lemon Sol replaced Airon Sol as a bargaining chip for the Wanjiang Empire in exchange for peace. He was sent to the dragon's lair. And the empire, which breathed a sigh of relief by sacrificing the prince, was celebrating peace with songs and dances, and the Mogr army led by Elliott in the north marched southward, madly sweeping this area that is said to be Yongsheng. Unfailing territory."

"Is that all you know?"

I stared.The marshal's gentle voice sounded, and his eyes showed a kind of worldly peace and calmness, "Besides, two things happened that accelerated the destruction of the Wanjiang Empire. One, during the battle with Elliott's army On the way, because the imperial army lost to the brave barbarian army, the imperial minister Gerson Renssel conducted a cult ceremony in private, summoning an undead, trying to use the power of the undead to win an overwhelming victory - but he failed, He underestimated the difficulty and danger of controlling the undead. Instead of helping him, the undead slaughtered the soldiers and people of the empire. The reason why Eliot reused Gerson Renssel and gave him status and reputation after he ascended the throne was actually It's to satirize his 'credit'."

I narrowed my eyes, "Undead?"

"Undead." Marshal Buckhouse said coldly, "therefore, the people of the old country hated the undead very much. The ruthless undead took their lives, and Elliott hung their bones on the Great Wall for It’s about reminding us day after day of the shame of that year.”

I suddenly thought of Luo Tianzhen's silly smile, closed my eyes and shook my head, clenched my fists.Damn Necromancer, I should have slashed her in half after I got her in the Bone Swamp.Living people dare not casually provoke the necromancer's bad luck, but I have gone through hell once.That abandoned woman whore had an old grudge with Gesun, even if Gesun sincerely wanted to save the empire, if this bitch got in the way, he would be helpless.

Although he deserved the infamy and crimes.

"The second thing... is what I really want to tell you."

The marshal pondered, "How much do you know about the 'Silver Kirin Knight'?"

I said coldly, "The first knight entrusted to the Wanjiang Empire in the past, the emperor's personal guard, personally guarding the safety of the royal family."

The Marshal nodded calmly, looked at the snowflakes flying outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and pondered, "That's right. The Palace Guards and the Winter Ting Army have different responsibilities. The former guards the royal family, while the latter guards the territory. The second thing is that the silver The Lin knight guards failed. The king and queen were killed by the kingslayer, and Prince Airon disappeared—it was later learned that his bones were buried in the woods outside Huapai Town."

Another piece of rubbish.These big names are a fucking piece of shit.I suppressed the anger in my heart and said, "Where is that idiot's whereabouts?"

"I don't know, some people say that he committed suicide in shame, some say that he was imprisoned in Xinguo's prison, some say that he lived a meager life and didn't deserve the title he once had..." The Marshal sighed, "But the only thing that is certain is that Yin Lin The armor and sword of the knight, as well as the bones of the king and queen were hidden in a secret place by Eliot. It is said that the seamless armor and the indestructible sword, possessing it is equivalent to possessing the blessing of God."

I said, "The blessing of fart probably only works on corpses."

He stopped talking, and looked at me with soft and calm eyes, and said, "The last question, why did you pretend to be arrested and participate in the melee, Lemon Bonespur?"

I kicked off the chair in front of me, jumped onto the table, and leaned forward, staring into the unfathomable pupils of Marshal Backhouse.

"I want a new chair." I said with a smirk, "a solid golden chair with golden lions and falcons carved on the armrests, and two long forked antlers protruding from the back of the chair, like a noble and lush canopy."

The Marshal said calmly, "It is now sitting under the Kingslayer."

"Yeah," I said loudly, "so, it's time someone kicked him in the ass! Do you think I'm worthy, Marshal Backhouse?!"

"I'm not a royal family, I don't have the blood of Thor's royal family in my body, my words don't count." The marshal didn't change his face in my exaggerated tone, just said, "But the crown and the knight's sword will recognize them. follower."

I smiled and said, "You said, the armor and the sword are hidden in a 'secret place'?"

"Recently, we got news." Marshal Buckhouse lifted his jaw, lowered his head in thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "That secret place is the Blood Queen's tattoo castle."

Tattoo Castle.Damn, it's another ghost place I haven't heard of.

"If you want a golden chair."

Saying so, the former general of Ten Thousand Borders stood up, stared straight into my eyes, and said word by word, "You might as well give it a try, right, Lemon Bone Spur?"