Chapter 120 There are elves flowing in their bodies
“When you read this letter, I think I should be dead.
Because if I don’t die, I definitely will Come back and destroy this shameful letter.
You may want to know who I am, but I won't tell you my name. No one in our profession has a name.
Okay. , since you all know that I am a dead person, then I will talk to you like this
I'm just telling you what I'm saying, let's put it this way, I can say without any humility that I've hated it since I was a child.
When I was a child, I loved watching people suffer. When I saw someone crying, I would be happy.
When I grew up, I loved hanging out with gangsters until my father kicked me out of the family.
Whatever, it just so happens that I like to wander around. I walk from east to west, from south to north, and I love to steal things and lie to people.
Don’t be dissatisfied, there is nothing I can’t deceive or steal!
One day, I thought, it would be too stingy to steal anything else, so let’s steal the recipe for Blue Blood Wine.
That’s a big deal. The market price is 22 gold pounds a bottle. If I can find the recipe for blue blood wine, I will send it to you.
So I found a few accomplices, and we tried every possible means, but luckily we found a way.
After killing several innocent people, through the help of a wizard, I impersonated a blind middle-aged monk and entered the Jims monastery where blue blood wine is brewed.
This monastery is an orphan monastery. People from outside are not allowed to leave if they come in.
I thought at that time, you are not allowed to leave, you are really looking down on me, there has never been anything that can trap your father and me.
I was too young at the time. Thinking about it now, I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet. I have been in prisons in various towns for more than ten years, and this time I was in trouble.
I have stayed in this poor place for thirteen years, can you believe it? I am a wanderer and have stayed here for thirteen years.
I should have left, but I'm still stuck here.
When I first arrived, a chubby dean received me.
He told me that the orphans in this orphan monastery were not real orphans. They were all children rescued from the Green Pied Piper.
In order to eliminate the secret party's spies and cleanse the secret party's infection, it will take one to two years to purify, and they will be sent away when the time is up.
Although I don’t understand what the brewing of blue blood wine has to do with these little brats, I still lurk quietly.
Maybe I was too honest, so I was arranged to be the nanny of these little kids.
They are really annoying and make a lot of noise every day, but I can’t beat them because according to the information, I am a gentle monk.
I had no choice but to tell them stories about my own experiences of cheating and stealing.
I call myself Robinzo the Rogue and describe my victims as Lord Knights.
Every time I tell a story, they sit down obediently and I can be quiet for a while.
At night, some of them are afraid of the dark and will cry when night comes. If one person cries, everyone will cry with him.
I had to move my bed into their house. Later, every winter, my bed was crowded with children.
In order to keep them from making noise, the abbot and I suggested that they write letters to their parents.
Every year, they have an opportunity to write a letter to their parents. It doesn’t matter if they can’t read, I will write it for them.
But most of the time these letters are thrown into the furnace.
They always ask me, when can I go home?
I said, soon, soon. When the time comes, I will drive a carriage through the streets and over the mountains and ridges to send you all home one by one.
They never came home, I learned this in my second year at the monastery.
Everyone thinks I am blind. I pretend so well, but I wish I was really blind.
Did you know? The people of Qianhe River Valley are very special. Their ancestors are the direct blood slaves of the Blood Cup Prince among the twelve princes of the Blood Clan.
There is a special blood flowing in their bodies, which has not been worn away for thousands of years.
Only when they are in the developmental stage can they produce unclean blood.
When unclean blood is brewed with wine, a special wine is produced.
It not only has the effect of aphrodisiac, stimulating Qin and hallucination, but also relieves wrinkles and improves knight's breathing.
This kind of wine has a resounding name, blue blood wine.
Unholy blood can only be produced in extreme fear before death. It is blue and penetrates the flesh and blood of the whole body.
These children who are less than fourteen years old have to be crushed with a millstone, sieved over and over again, and distilled over and over again to get a copy of blue blood.
One part of blue blood requires a child, and one part of blue blood makes a bottle of blue blood wine.
The annual output of the monastery is about 70 bottles, and the shipping price of each bottle is 20 gold pounds.
1,400 gold pounds, the income of a small monastery is equivalent to the tax revenue of a small county in the Thousand River Valley region.
I got the recipe for blue blood wine, but I can't escape.
I was knocked unconscious and sent in. I only knew that this was Qianhe River Valley, but I didn’t know where it was.
It would take at least two days to get out of here, but as soon as night came, the giant spiders began to hunt everyone alive outside the monastery.
On a full moon night every one or two years, I will be locked up in the basement.
It was so quiet in the basement, but I could still hear them crying and calling my name.
Normally, I should laugh, but I can't. I am just a gangster, liar and prodigal son. Tell me, how can I have the ability to save these children?
They are dead, what does that have to do with me?
I couldn't escape, so I could only continue to stay here. Year after year, I told stories about Robinzo that made me vomit, and sent away batch after batch of children.
In their eyes, it was a new and exciting story.
The only thing I can do is leave their letters.
I can’t remember exactly what year I met Tess.
That is the cutest little girl in the world, she is different from others.
Every time I tell the story of the thief, she will ask me - why doesn't the thief go home? Where is the Rogue's home?
Once I was sick, the dean locked me in the room for fear of contagion.
She and the other children climbed up along the window lattice and took turns singing to me at the window. My illness quickly recovered.
One night before the full moon night, she sneaked into my room and told me that there was a little person in her belly.
She is only fourteen years old. Apart from me, the only man with bright eyes in this monastery is the abbot.
She said she wanted to go home and see her parents and see if Mr. Rogue could give her a ride.
I said, it's too late, Mr. Rogue is too tired, let's talk about it in two days.
It was already early morning on the third day when Tess's body was found.
She is only 14 years old, with such a big belly. There are countless blood-red spider eyes on both sides of the road, and she is afraid of the dark.
She walked 25 miles in two days without crying. No spider bit her. She bled to death.
I carry her body back and place it in a flower bed in bloom, and butterflies will land on the tip of her nose.
She seemed to be asleep.
The dean and grandma said that it would be better to be pregnant.
I stood at the door from that night to the next night.
I didn't see her body, I only saw barrels of purple wine.
Tess is a good child and I am a bad person.
In my life, I have deceived countless people into ruin and stolen their cherished things.
That’s why my family was ruined, that’s why I lost the things I cherished.
I cannot atone for my sins.
I've lied to everyone in my life, never done anything good, and I'm a complete rotten person.
But I beg you, seriously, I beg you, whoever sees this letter, I don’t know who you are.
I beg you, I have never begged anyone in my life, but I beg you, save them, save the children.
Don’t be an asshole like me.
Buried with this letter is the evidence I collected. I stayed in this ghost place for thirteen years. I recorded the names, parents, place of origin, physical characteristics, birthmarks, etc. of 792 children. .
I have always kept their letters, 914 in total, and I know every one of them by heart.
For all the dead children, I tried to find relics that could prove their identity. There were 93 items in total. I made a clear list.
I am waiting, waiting for the day I can escape, the day I can make this public.
I want to send each of them home safely!
But I have to ask you to help me, because I can't do it, and I have to break my oath again.
Did you know? A week ago, I heard something.
This monastery has been erected here for fifty-five years. It should be moved. I can finally leave here.
It’s just that I can’t take anything with me because they want to destroy everything here, even the clothes on my body.
So I can only leave these things to you, my friend.
If you are capable enough, please save these children. There is more than one such monastery.
If you are like me and are unable to do so, at least return these letters and relics to their parents and send them home.
I should have left, but I thought, what if something unexpected happens?
What if these evidences are discovered by the church and destroyed?
What if my accomplices figure out what I mean, take this evidence, and go to the church to receive the reward and the Inquisition’s pursuit of them?
Don’t laugh, they can really do this.
You know, I'm a professional liar, a legendary thief, and I'm always prepared.
I will protect these children and this evidence in my own way.
This is simply not what I should do. It is stupid and unwise.
But this is the most correct choice in my life.
I have dirty blood all over my body, I just want to drain it dry in exchange for justice.
If one day you do what I ask you to do, please erect a tombstone for me here.
Don't engrave my name, please write -
'I have finished sending you home'
If not, please don't do this, I My lonely soul will remain in the world forever. Without me, they will be afraid. ”
(End of this chapter)