Bram Stoker lay leisurely on the hotel chair, holding a thick ancient book on his lap and flipping through the book casually.
Beside him was a full glass of red wine.
He read the book for a while, then closed it and put it aside. He propped himself up and sat up, raised the red wine glass and pointed it at the sun.
The wine in this red wine glass is not clear, but rather viscous.
Under the sunlight outside the window, a black substance like a living thing flows in the transparent red wine. It was a black solid that looked like a tiny parasite.
Bram shook the wine glass with satisfaction and tapped it with his finger.
Under the stimulation of external forces, the black tentacles inside quickly danced together. Those parts that were not clear enough condensed into lumps and shrank into a red ball the size of a date, with several black tentacles pulsating like blood vessels.
“Not strong enough.”
Brem commented.
He took out a glass test tube from his arms and put a few drops of blood into it. The blood floated on top of the wine, looking like a puddle of oil.
Then he slit his wrist and dripped his own blood inside.
The two kinds of blood mixed together and sank downwards. The condensed "heart" was shattered again when impacted by external forces, fainted and turned into wine.
"Okay, let's take a rest."
Bram said leisurely, "Let's have some lunch and continue later."
In the room In the corner, an old troll with his upper body naked and his back covered with runes was kneeling on the ground facing the stove.
Hearing this, he silently began to pack his things. He put the black herbs back into the herb bag, caught the leeches and put them in the bottle. A clear liquid like oil is then added to it.
He stood up silently, his rickety back looking extremely oppressive.
His back and abdomen were covered with scars, and the muscles in his waist and back were tightened one by one like hemp ropes. His face was old and shriveled, and the muscles on his clenched jaw and neck were bulging out, looking like the muscles of a sailor's forearm.
"As for you, you have nothing to do when you are idle. First, help me lock Aiwass's position with a curse."
Bram put his arms on his knees and smiled. As he said that, he threw a big paper bag full of golden fried chicken to the old troll. "Even if you have to pay some food expenses, you can eat it first. I said, listen."
"Don't worry about getting into trouble, this It has nothing to do with you. Just in time, let me tell you where you will go next. This way you feel a little more at ease. "
He looked at the old troll devouring the fried chicken, then raised his glass with a smile and shook it.
" Rest in peace to the ancient country, you know. There is a good Lord inside, named Adil. Known as Generous Adil.
"He now needs a reliable spellcaster and is in rest, pleaseAnyone who arrives is likely an undercover agent from another city. Therefore, the troll wizards invited from the southern continent are very valuable."
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and drew a simple rune in the air.
The old troll suddenly felt all over. Red, like a light shining under the skin, the red that appears from the back of the hand when a flashlight is shined on it.
His painful muscles twitched at a speed visible to the naked eye. The whole person shrank into a ball. He spat out the fried chicken he had just eaten, not because he was vomiting, but because he was worried about choking.
But even so, the old troll didn't say a word. His neck was straight and red, but he still didn't make any sound of pain or begging for mercy.
"Tsk. "
Seeing this, Bram clicked his tongue, clenched his fist in displeasure, and terminated the punishment of the old troll.
He used half of the bottle He threw the red wine to the old troll and casually leaned back, "You can't bear the pain if you follow him. Although there is a shortage of supplies in Parthia, the Good Lord's side is not much worse than the Theocracy. Even though it's in the desert, it's not too hot and there are ice makers to keep the temperature warm.
"Although you are old, I can still give you potions and extend your life. If you want a woman, there are some. There are women of all races, even elves can get them for you. . If you like animals, be it gryphons, pegasus, or giant dragons, there may be good ones there who can get you everything. It would be better to say that that is the homeland of the goblins.
"Is it fun to be exposed to the rain, bitten by insects, and chewing tree bark every day in the southern continent? So we are not in a hostile relationship. It's called each getting what he needs. I will send you to a better place. , and earn some travel expenses by the way. Don't always keep a straight face
"From another perspective, you are going to rest in peace anyway. It's far away from the Theocracy. Even if you commit something here, No one would chase him. Originally, he had done something wrong there, so he hid in the desert. As soon as he put on the white turban, he hid in other cities. Anyway, the news from each city was not shared. I can’t catch anyone who commits a crime, let alone you.
“This is also the meaning of the Curse Master. If people can't be caught, there must always be ways to punish them. It doesn’t matter whether it’s really cursed to death, but the key is to look scary, so that it scares people.”
As he spoke, Bram looked at the taciturn old troll in front of him.
< p>If this old guy stands up straight, he is three meters tall. Even in a country full of elves, he is undoubtedly a tall man. His body looks thin, but his skin is not thin. The taut muscles make it look as dangerous as a werewolf.“I came here specifically because you are famous in the southern continent. ”
He smiled slightly and said, “Kill his father, kill his uncle, kill all his brothers, and his cousin.”younger brother. After killing so many people, the Beast Song tribe prospered from your hands. Ultimately, it is because you were a slave of the Star Antimony people. "
Hearing this, the old troll suddenly raised his head. His sharp and scarlet pupils looked like a hungry wolf in the suburbs.
But Bram did not react at all. “Yes, I’ve heard about your past. You were once sold to Star Antimony and learned the Star Antimony language through self-study. You worked as a ritual assistant for your master, secretly learning his ritual spells and curses, then you killed him, took a small boat, and rowed back to the southern continent for twenty-eight days.
"After all, you came back from the civilized world, and your knowledge is different from that of your ignorant compatriots. Now more than sixty years have passed, you are old and have retired from the position of tribal leader. I interviewed you before When I was working on you, you also contributed good material to me. I have to say that my book with you as the protagonist was very popular on Iris.
"They used this book to satirize Xing Antimony. People buy slaves, and they also use this text to allude to the violence and untrustworthiness of trolls. My writing is very good at describing the dangers of your twenty-eight days at sea. Of course, I know that you spent this month catching fish. But in order to highlight the conflict between human nature and the plot, I let you run away with your companion, and then ate him out of hunger on the way. ”
“Barbiemu was not killed by me. ”
Suddenly, the old troll said, “I didn’t even eat her.” "
This was the first time he spoke, his voice old and hoarse. "I remember telling you that she fell into the water accidentally. The storm was too strong and I was too hungry to catch her. "
Bram pressed his hands down, "I know, I know. But in this case, it is unreasonable and reality is unreasonable. However, in pursuit of rationality, if an important character who has been written for a long time is killed because of something like a storm, readers will think it is too simple. "
"But that's the truth"
"This is called serving the tension of the story, you don't understand. In short, you eat your lover."
"She is not my wife, I didn't know her before. "
"It doesn't matter, we can still be a couple for one day. In short, you ate her, painfully and firmly. This creates a heroic image for you. You are quite famous over there in Parthia. It can even be said to be synonymous with troll wizard. ”
The corners of Bram’s mouth raised slightly, “That’s why people come to me to buy the prototype of the protagonist. It’s only now that I have the opportunity to introduce you to work in such a good place, old friend. The good Lord wanted to invite you to come after seeing this book.
"For your own safety, it's best to cooperate. We will give each other's confessions. As for the awesome things I brag about, just accept them. They are all needed by the plot and express the author's emotions. . Anyway, no one else knows that this is not true except you and me."
When he said this, he suddenly became excited and his whole person suddenly became serious.
Like being touchedLike a spider in a cobweb, he stood up from the sofa in a whoosh. The whole person turned into a gray stream of light and flew into the house.
But at this moment, the time around him suddenly began to slow down.
The light of noon shrank, and everything in the house became dim. The vermilion wine glass also became dim, and the liquid inside seemed to turn black.
And a dim yellow light filled the surroundings.
Bram's escaping figure was suddenly frozen in mid-air
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