Chapter 95

Staring at Athos lying on the bed, Mistry no longer wanted to touch the bed. He simply turned around and continued to quietly look at the sky outside, thinking about when Lucia would come back.

The sky was getting brighter and Athos woke up.

After a night's rest, he is now full of energy, and immediately starts thinking about what to do again.

At first, he just regarded this as an ordinary kidnapping case. After wanting to let Lucia call the police, let the ordinary patrolman come over to clean up the final mess.

But after following those people to the ship, Athos was directly stopped by Priest Fast.

Athos inevitably sighed when he thought of the battle with Priest Fast and the unfortunate incident of being trapped and locked up.

"you're awake."

Athos heard the cold voice and found that Mistry, who was looking at the scenery outside the window, turned around and looked at himself indifferently: "Yeah, wake up, but why are you here? Lucia? "

"I am here thanks to you." Mistry selectively ignored the fact that she was going to be here. "And Lucia, now she has gone to the gods."

"Did she come here too?" Athos was worthy of being Lucia's brother, and he understood Mistry's meaning without turning his head. "Didn't I tell her to call the police?"

"Of course Lucia called the police, the police station I went to with her," Mistry looked at Athos with disbelief, "but how can you be so sure, when Lucia was with me, she would listen to What about your words?"

Athos: "..."

Ask yourself, if his companion is a god, he will probably act more recklessly than Lucia.

"Where is the Lucian?" Athos asked. "Where does she live?"

Mistry smiled, his expression full of superiority and ostentation: "In the same room with me, of course."

"!!!" If it wasn't for the fact that he slept here last night and was sure that Lucia hadn't come over, Athos wanted to smash Mistry's face now, "You guys are not married yet, you can't sleep in the same room! "

"For gods, this set doesn't work." Mistry also pretended to forget the fact that he was ridiculed by Lucia as a 'virgin god', and smiled meaningfully, "Besides, Lucia and I will be together sooner or later. to be married."

"Not until you get married!" Athos protested like an antique.

One of them didn't speculate for a while, and just when they didn't like each other again, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mistry went to the door and opened it.

Athos quickly hid himself under the quilt.

There were two masked servants standing outside the door, one of them was holding a tray in his hand, and the other was pushing a cart full of very classically shaped knives.

"Hello, honorable guest, this is your magic weapon." The masked manservant said respectfully, "You only need to kill a person with this knife and accumulate enough life energy to revive your important life. people."

Mistry picked up the two knives on the tray, nodded and closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Athos lifted the quilt and looked serious: "What's going on, what happened here?"

"Want to know what happened?" Mistry threw the knives in his hand and threw one of them at Athos. "Why don't you go and see for yourself."

Athos took the knife and looked at this strangely shaped weapon.

Compared to a weapon, this is more like a handicraft, only the length of a slap, and the handle of the knife occupies half of the length. The blade is not sharp, not even opened.

It is not easy for such a weapon to kill people. Unless it has a certain fighting ability and can directly hit the aorta or eyeball with the knife, the lethality is very limited.

Are such weapons intended to reduce casualties?

No, it's not like that.

Athos knew that such a weapon would only make the fight more intense, because everyone would rack their brains to make the other party incapacitated before shooting.

According to the valet, at most half of the people could have survived, but now I am afraid that more people will die.

Can't wait any longer.

Athos touched the weapon on his waist and found that the strange piece of metal was still on his body: "Okay, then I'll go."

Mistry did not hold back. He watched Athos drink a bottle of potion again, and then left the room after disappearing.

The show is about to begin.

In this cruise ship, what will be staged is the story of the hero who discovers the evil conspiracy and then fights against the evil.

Originally, Mistry was looking forward to this scene, but now he is full of Lucia.

Mistry sat at the tea table, looking out the window with one hand on his chin, thinking about when Lucia would come back.

At this moment, the door rang again.

Who is it?

Originally, Mistry wanted to pretend that there was no one in the room, but the people outside the door kept knocking on and off.

Finally, impatient with the rhythmic knocking on the door, Mistry opened the door and found a somewhat familiar person standing outside.

It was Ms. Iris who lent the Lucia communicator earlier.

She dresses a lot simpler than before, but it still doesn't look like she's going to participate in the fight: "Sorry, did you bother you?"

"Yes." Mistry replied bluntly.

The conversation couldn't go on in an instant. Ms. Iris didn't expect to receive such a veiled rejection, and some didn't respond: "...Uh, that's it, I have an unkind request, and I want to trouble you."

"Since it's an unkind request, it goes without saying." Mistry was about to close the door.

"No, please listen to me!" Ms. Iris pleaded. "Just a very simple matter! Please!"

Mistry originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, although Lucia is not here now, when she comes back, she may be unhappy knowing that she has rejected someone who has helped her.

So Mistry changed his mind and opened the door: "Come in and talk."

Ms. Iris walked in thankfully.

"What's the matter?" Although Mistry chose to help her, he didn't want to listen to anyone's long-winded words, so he said straight, "Speak directly."

"Where's the little girl?" Ms. Iris asked.

"She has something to go out," Mistry replied. "You can tell me if you have something."

"That's right, the reason why I came here is for my child..." Ms. Iris replied very sadly.

Afterwards, she slowly recounted the story of a young woman who found a posthumous child after her husband passed away, and a young woman raised the child with all her hard work, but the child fell ill and died.

"I came here just to revive my child." Ms. Iris burst into tears, and she said pitifully, "But this condition is too harsh, I must not succeed..."

Mistry's heart didn't have the slightest turbulence, and he listened indifferently to Ms. Iris' cry.

In fact, for the sake of her helping Lucia, Mistry didn't mind helping her.

"I don't know if I can survive this time, but you have a better chance of survival than me, so..." Ms. Iris took off the pendant on her chest, "If I die, can I put this thing Take it back to my house and bury it with my children."

"It's not impossible," Mistry said, "but..." I can help you revive your child.

Before he finished speaking, Mistry felt a numbness in his hand. He glanced at the pendant that Ms. Iris placed in his hand: "You poisoned?"

"Yeah." Ms. Iris said numbly, "I have poisoned it. This poison can isolate your feelings and won't hurt."

Mistry felt a heavier numbness. He held the table beside him and slowly sat on the chair.

When making this body, in order to cope with various emergencies, he added fighting skills, added archery skills, added long-range spell skills, and added the necessary lock-picking stealth skills.

However, he really didn't expect to add the ability to immune poison.

Unexpectedly, he fell down here.

Did you find your weakness by a human being?

Mistry felt so absurd that he was a little curious about what happened next.

"Actually, at the beginning, this medicine was made by me to relieve my child's pain." Ms. Iris took out the decorative knife from her heavy skirt, "Because she kept crying, 'Mother hurts', so I Keep researching, keep researching... In the end, I still haven't had time."

Mistry wanted to speak, but felt that the poison seemed to paralyze his own vocal cords.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I kill you, I will be able to see her." Ms. Iris said, raised the knife, and stabbed it hard at Mistry's neck.

Perhaps this was the first time this elegant lady had done anything to anyone. Her first stroke was just across Mistry's neck, and she didn't really hit the nail on the head.

When she was concentrating on attacking Mistry, Ms. Iris didn't look behind her at all, so that she didn't realize that the original wall with the elegant flower wallpaper had changed.

It was pitch black now, as if it was connected to an unknown abyss, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at the back of Ms. Iris.

Something is about to come out, and the sharp claws are already close to Ms. Iris' back.

Mistry blinked slowly.

The sharp claws that the beast had almost pierced through Ms. Iris' clothes withdrew, and then slowly retreated.

The walls were once again what they were, as if nothing had happened.

Ms. Iris was ignorant of all this, and while recalling her own and the child's past, she forcefully punctured the artery in Mistry's neck.

Blood spurted out.

"It's over, it's over?" Ms. Iris said in a trance, clenching the ritual knife in her hand.

The blood was spreading, and she trembled as if after knowing it. She probed Mistry's breath with her fingers, and felt that her breathing was getting weaker.

"That's great... I finally saved you." Ms. Iris said with a smile but a smile. She wiped the blood-stained ritual knife with her sleeve, and found that the original hilt was on the hilt. White gems turned red.

She rested for a while, carefully grasped the chain of the pendant, picked it up from the ground, and left the house.

When the door closed, the 'corpse' lying on the ground sighed slowly, and climbed up from the ground with his hands on the table: "It seems that I still underestimate humans."

Lucia wasn't there, and no one could answer Mistry's words. He walked to the bathroom rather lonely, saw several hideous wounds on his neck in the mirror, and commented: "It's a terrible trick. , that makes it difficult for me to deal with it.”

Mistry tidied up his scarf for a while, before using a bit of strength to block all the nasty wounds on his neck.

The black dress could not see the blood, and the bloody part of the shirt was completely blocked. In this way, in addition to the paler face, Mistry was again a polite gentleman.

But this is only the simplest treatment. Although this body can run for a month without blood maintenance, after a month, this body made of materials purchased with huge sums of money will be scrapped.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Mistry couldn't help but have a headache.

——How are you going to explain to Lucia?