Chapter 19 Chapter 2 Simkin

In the largest and best brick house in the camp, Heisuo sat at his desk and concentrated on his work.Through the open window, the bright morning light shone on an open ledger under the sorcerer's palm.The air was warm and mellow, mixed with the pleasant scent of late summer, and with it the sun brought the rustling of the bushes, the murmur of voices, the occasional squeal of children at play, and the hoarse thugs lolling outside. muffled laughter.There is also the sound of daily life and the interweaving of the four seasons, which seems to be loud and small, the sound coming from the furnace every moment, the knocking sound is clanging rhythmically, like a bell.

Although Heisuo pays attention to all this, he is still detached from it, but as long as there is any slight change in these sounds, such as a change in the wind direction, the sound of children fighting, or someone's voice at a lower volume, Heisuo's ears will be disturbed. Stand up like a cat.If the sound of the furnace breaks, he lifts his head, and in a soft voice sends one of his men to find out why.This is what the lawmen of the Tribe of Dukesis are trained to be aware of all that is going on around them, allowing them to be in control and yet keep their thoughts detached.Although Heisuo is well aware of all the big and small things that happen in the witch religion and controls everything, but unless he is leading his men to go out quietly to kill and plunder, or embark on a journey to the north that has just begun, otherwise he rarely leaves residence.

Black Lock has just returned from Saraken.He negotiated very successfully there and is now on the books.He works fast and sure, and rarely makes any mistakes.He writes numbers in a neat handwriting, and everything around him is in order; from his furniture to his golden hair, from his thoughts to his neatly trimmed golden mustache, everything is clean. , neat, calm, appropriate, precise. The knock on the door did not interrupt the work of the black lock.Although he had already sensed the approach of his subordinates, the former law enforcement officer did not stop his work, nor did he speak.The law enforcement officers of the tribe of Dukexis are taciturn, and they know very well that silence is golden.

"Simkin is back," came the report from the other side of the door. Obviously this was beyond his expectation.His slender and pale hand, which was keeping accounts, suddenly stopped, dangling on the account pages, and the brain controlling it was rapidly thinking about how to deal with this matter. "Bring him here." Whether the words were passed down orally or just passed through the guards' heads, it was a question no one bothered to think about when speaking to the Dukexis Tribe law enforcement officers.They were trained in mind reading and mind control, or, in the case of Black Lock, using their acquired abilities to Break the law and discipline.

The wizard did not stop his calculation process, but continued to add up a long series of figures. When he finally calculated the result, the knock on the door sounded again.He did not answer the door immediately, but calmly and unhurriedly finished his work, then wiped the point of the quill pen with a clean white cloth, placed the pen beside the ledger, and turned the quill so that it pointed to his right. outside.He waved his hand, and the door opened silently. "I brought him, and he's right next to me—" The thug walked in, saw Hei Suo's eyebrows raised slightly, he looked around, but there was no one beside him.

"Damn it!" the guard muttered. "He was just behind me—" The guard rushed out the door looking for the man he had brought, almost bumping into a young man who was about to enter the room.The young man's entry made Heisuo's cold and bleak room suddenly full of flowers. "For God's sake, you stupid fool," roared the young man, stepping quickly out of the way of the goons and wrapping himself protectively in his cloak. "Are you going in or are you coming out? Ha! It rhymes! I'll say it again, big fool, get the hell out! Look, doesn't that sound great? Go take a shower, kill some kids, or Do something else that you are good at. But think again, bathing should not be in this category, you make my nose very uncomfortable, stupid."

The young man pulled out an orange silk scarf from mid-air, covered his nose and scanned the room. He looked like a person who had just arrived at a boring banquet and was deciding whether to stay or leave.However, the thug made it very clear that the young man must stay. He grabbed the young man's purple sleeve and pushed him in, but at that moment, the guard's hand retracted, and he screamed in pain. "Oh, what a pity, it's all my fault," said the young man, looking at the beater's hand with feigned surprise. "I'm really sorry, I called this color dark purple rose. I just thought of this color this morning and haven't had time to try it on myself. I guess I added a little too much rose thorn to deep purple. He reached out and pulled something out of the man's hand. "Just as I thought, a thorn, suck it with your mouth, this is a good baby. I guess there should be no poison in the thorn."

A dizzying whiff of expensive perfume wafted past the angry thug like a personal cloud of poison, and the young man stood before the expressionless black lock. "Do you like my suit?" the young man asked, he turned around and made a gesture, but he couldn't frighten the figure in black at all.He sat motionless, absorbing everything around him into that dark nothingness. "It's the fashion in social circles these days, they call them 'leggings' and they're really uncomfortable to wear. I still have chafing on my legs, but everyone wears them, even the ladies, of course Well, the Empress said to me--what did you say? Oh, my taciturn master, did you mutter just now? I am honored by your invitation, though you should have spoken more eloquently, I think I should sit down."

The young man sat gracefully in the chair opposite the blacklock desk, leaning back comfortably, in the best possible position to fully display his attire.It is difficult to guess the age of the young man, but it may be between eighteen and twenty-five.He is tall and slender, with chestnut-colored curly hair scattered on his slender shoulders, and a short soft chestnut-colored beard of the same color as his hair conceals his seemingly weak jawline; Obviously just to give him something to play with when he's bored.He, too, was always bored with many things, and he was dressed like a garland of colorful flowers; he wore green silk stockings, yellow leggings, and a purple waistcoat.A green lace blouse to match the stockings, and a lavender shawl that stretched from his shoulders to the floor trailed majestically behind him.

As the young man sat there, twirling his mustache, he made a move to stand behind the chair, but as soon as he approached, the young man put the orange silk scarf to his nose and gagged. "Oh, I said I can't stand it, I'm going to throw up..." Heisuo glared at the thug and ordered his men to back off.The guard grumbled and followed instructions.He retreated to his post in the clean and tidy room, and the young man put down his silk scarf and smiled. "Change your clothes." Heisuo said. "Don't be a bumpkin..." the young man began to protest in a resentful tone.

Heisuo didn't move, and didn't say a word. "You think my clothes are ridiculous, you think I'm ridiculous." The young man said happily. "But you'll use me anyway, won't you? Oh, my merciful master?" Slowly, the color of the young man's clothes darkened and darkened, and the form and shape of the clothes continued to change until they were from head to toe. He was dressed exactly like Kurosuke, except for a few differences: his sleeves were too long, and his hood was so big that the sleeves completely swallowed his hands, and the hood covered his eyes and touched just above his nose.He tilted his head back so he could see, and smiled. "I said: 'Hold on, villain!'" he waved the silk scarf in midair. "Isn't this the line that you law enforcement officers are always talking about? I kind of like it—" "Where have you been, Xin Jin?" Heisuo asked. "Oh, it's just wandering around, running around here and there." The young man replied in a boring tone.He stretched out his hand, and his long black sleeves dragged across the desk.Simkin picked up the quill next to the black-locked account book, leaned back, scratched his nose with the feather, took a deep breath, snorted, and finally sneezed a surprisingly loud one.The hood fell off, completely covering his head. There was some kind of muttering from the man behind the black lock room, his hands were clenched tightly, as if he was grabbing the young man and enjoying the joy of the job.Heisuo still didn't move or speak, but Simkin pushed back his hood, became suddenly very disturbed, and carefully put the quill back on the desk. "I went to the countryside." He said depressingly. "You should have told me where you were going." "I didn't expect that." Simkin shrugged, nose wriggling. "Ha!" He was about to sneeze, but after seeing Heisuo's eyes, he immediately pinched his nostrils with delicate fingers. The sorcerer paused for a moment before opening his mouth. Simkin smiled with relief and moved his fingers away from his nose. "One day you'll over-joke—" Heisuo began. "Ha chirp!" Simkin's sneezes fell like rain on the wizard's ledger. Heisuo closed the account book with his white hands without saying a word, and then stared coldly at the young man sitting across from his desk. "I'm really sorry." Xin Jin apologized humbly, raised one end of the orange silk scarf, and began to wipe the desk surface. "Look, I'll wipe it up right away." "Stay in the pass," cursed the wizard, and he waved Simkin still. "Go on." Sim Jin couldn't move, and a pathetic sound came out of his frozen lips. "You can still talk." Heisuo said. "Say it." Simkin had to do as he was told, his lips moving solitary across his frozen face, trying to form what he was about to say, looking very much like someone in a seizure. "I... said... where... have you been...? Nong... village? That's right! There... came... a... catalyst... saint... disciple .” He stopped, looking at Heisuo with pleading eyes. The wizard finally showed mercy. "Hold up." He lifted the spell.Simkin fell back in his chair, massaging his chin and running his hands over his face, seemingly making sure all the organs were still in place.He glanced at Heisuo out of the corner of his eye like a punished child, and continued solemnly: "And he won't stay in the village for long, that's what I heard." Heisuo remained expressionless, and the gleam in his cold eyes seemed to be caused by the reflection of sunlight. "He's a traitor, as mentioned in our intelligence?" "Uh, about that—" Feeling that the atmosphere seemed to have thawed a little, Sim Jin boldly raised the silk scarf and patted his nose. "—I don't think the word rebel is a good one to describe this catalyst saint. Sadness is quite a good one. But he did intend to go to a foreign land, and Bishop Vanya ordered him to go, which makes me Believe it—" Xin Jin lay down on the desk, lowered his voice eeriely and said, "He did this entirely out of coercion, if you understand what I mean." "Bishop Fanya." Heisuo quickly glanced at his thug, who grinned, nodded, and stepped forward. "Yes, there he is," replied Simkin, smiling charmingly and reclining back in his chair, completely relaxed again. "The emperor and empress are here too, I assure you, everyone looks really happy." He clamped the end of his mustache with two fingers and curled it. "I finally feel among my peers and friends.' Simkin," said the Empress. "I love the color of your stockings, please tell me the name of that color, so I can do the same." Make a copy of...' 'Her Majesty,' I replied. 'I call it Peacock Night.' Then she said—" "Xin Jin, you are a liar." Heisuo said in a voice without any emotion, and the grinning thugs approached step by step. "No, really, on my honor," Simkin protested, looking hurt. "I actually call that color Peacock Night, but I assure you I never dreamed that I was telling her how to reproduce it..." Heisuo picked up the quill and returned to work, while the thugs continued to approach. A burst of color exploded in an instant, and Simkin changed back into his fancy attire, lifting his feet gracefully and looking around. "Don't touch me, big fool," he said, taking a breath, wiping his nose, and putting the scarf in the sleeve of his coat, he looked down at the wizard. "By the way, my ruthless master, do you expect me to offer the services of a wilderness guide to this catalyst saint? Otherwise, something very horrific may catch him, and a good one will be wasted." Catalyst saint, don't you think so?" Heisuo was obviously buried in his work, and said without raising his head, "It turns out that there is really a catalyst saint coming." "In a few weeks, he'll be standing before your eyes." "How many weeks?" the goon snorted contemptuously. "A Catalyst Saint? Let me and the others find him, we can bring him in a few minutes, he can open the portal, and—" "Then the Songli masters who are in charge of the teleportation corridor will lock the exit." Xin Jin sneered. "And then you just happen to be locked up. I really don't understand why you keep a bunch of idiots around, black locks, unless they are like rats and can be fed for free. But myself, I'm more I like parasites..." The thugs rushed towards Sim Jin, and suddenly there were hard thorns on Xin Jin's coat. Heisuo waved his hand, and the two of them froze in place at the same time.The wizard didn't even look up, and continued writing in the ledger. "A Catalyst Saint," Simkin muttered through stiff lips. "We... can... get... how much... power! Combining... steel and magic..." Raising his head, the quill stopped, but kept the nib hanging still.The wizard looked at Simkin, and after a word he broke the spell. "How did you find out about this? Didn't you get caught?" "Of course not!" Xin Jin raised his pointed chin and looked down at Heisuo with a wounded solemn expression. "You should be very clear, am I not a master of disguise? I just sat in his cabin and pretended to be a teapot on his table! Not only did he not suspect me, he even washed and dried me and put me neatly On his shelf, I—” Heisuo's gaze silenced Xin Jin. "Go and meet him in the wilderness, and bring him here with whatever foolishness you think you should do." The cold blue eyes held the young man motionless like a spell. "But bring him alive. I need this catalyst saint more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. Bring him and I'll give you a rich reward; if you don't bring him back , I'll drown you in the river myself. Do you hear that, Simkin?" The wizard's eyes didn't blink. Simkin smiled. "I understand your instructions very well, Heisuo." He said softly. "Aren't I always like this?" He bowed deeply, got up and left, the lavender shawl dragging on the floor behind him. "By the way, there is one more thing, Xin Jin." Heisuo said, returning to his work. Simkin turned. "What is it, Your Majesty?" he asked. Heisuo ignored the sarcasm in Xin Jin's tone. "Let something unpleasant happen to the Catalyst Saint, don't be too serious. Just to remind you, just enough to convince him how unwise it is to leave us..." "Ah..." Xin Jin said thoughtfully. "It's a pleasure. Good-bye, big fool." He patted the guard's cheek with his hand. "Evil..." He grimaced, wiped his hands with an orange silk scarf, then turned around and walked out of the door with dignity. "You just have to say..." the guard gritted his teeth and followed the young man walking out of the gate. He was strolling leisurely in the village like a moving rainbow. Heisuo didn't bother to respond, and he returned to his work on the books. "Why are you putting up with that idiot?" the guard yelled. "The same problem applies to you." Heisuo replied in his voice without any emotion. "And I answer the same, because he's a useful fool, and because I'm bound to throw him in the river some day and drown him."

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