honor me as god

Chapter 6 Salt Transport Methods
The caravan guard gasped in fear, like a prey bitten by a wild beast, and the pain in his cheek made him not even have the courage to struggle.

The soldiers led by Paladin froze in place, subconsciously keeping a distance from Chino.

Almost no one could see the scene that was as fast as lightning just now, and it was even more difficult to believe that it was from the hands of this useless officer, which made those soldiers who had been disrespectful to Kino shuddered.

Chino withdrew his hand, just about to say something, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a drop of blood on his cuff, the shape of which was stunned like a plum blossom, which was from the stabbing just now.

Great artists tend to have eccentricities, such as Salvador Dali's extreme narcissism, Leonardo da Vinci's polyphasic sleep.

Chino also has his own quirk, the more common one - cleanliness.

In the movie, the image of the murderer is often bloody and sticky.

But in Kino's eyes, this image is simply a savage with a problem in his head.

He loves cleanliness so much that when he processes people, he will deliberately avoid those open wounds that are prone to bleeding.

If blood must be seen, he will wear gloves to control the angle of bleeding from the wound. Blood on skin or clothes is never allowed.

Just now he stabbed the caravan guard in the cheek with a knife, the guy turned his head subconsciously, and the blood on the cuff was stained at that time.

Chino subconsciously took out a tissue and wiped it, but it was fine if he didn't wipe it, but the blood stains spread directly, becoming more dirty and ugly.

His thin lips were pursed into a parallel line, and there was no expression on his face, but it did not mean that he was not angry, but that he was so angry that he did not know what expression to use to convey his emotions.

The five fingers wrapped in white gloves folded together, turning into a distorted afterimage in the air.

"Crack!" There was a tingling sound of shattering, and Chino's index smashed the caravan guard's throat, along with the trachea.

The caravan guards struggled desperately, the throat was constantly bruised, and the eyeballs were full of blood spots with broken capillaries. He wanted to inhale so hard that he didn't care that his cheeks were cut even more by the blade, but because his throat was smashed, there was nothing in his chest. Ups and downs, just like this, there is no movement in the suffocation.

The corpse was nailed to the side of the carriage, and there was nothing but the sound of blood tickling to the ground.

Kino walked over to a soldier and pointed to the knife on his waist, who handed it over honestly.

Kino cut off the bloody part of his cuff and threw it aside.

The soldier looked at the curtain of the carriage and reminded softly, "Lord Civil Administrator, he"

In the attack just now, before the arrow struck, Millo had already hid in the carriage ahead of time and escaped temporarily.

Kino made a gesture, and the soldiers quickly surrounded him, dragging Mirlo and the demented son out, waiting to see what happened.

Paladin asked tentatively, "Why kill them, are these people smugglers?"

Kino walked up to Millo and said calmly, "My friend, if you can, please demonstrate it."

"Yes." Milo was so frightened that he could do whatever he wanted.He put his index and middle fingers in his mouth, kept digging his throat, and finally started to vomit.

Under the amazed gazes of the soldiers, Millo spat out bags after bags of packaging. The packaging bags were made of some kind of transparent and colorless material. Through the stomach acid on the surface, he could vaguely see the blue crystals in the bags—salt. crystal.

Kino stretched out his knife and tapped the dark scar on Mirlo's middle finger knuckle and tiger's mouth: "People who induce vomiting need to put their fingers into the throat, because the vomiting center of the medulla oblongata is out of control, causing the jaw to constrict, and often accidentally Bites both places."

Seeing that the soldiers looked at each other, at a loss, and looked like they had seen a ghost, Chino was a little puzzled: "What? Have you ever seen a human body transport salt?"

"Never." Paladin shook his head in confusion and swallowed, "Why didn't the salt crystals dissolve in his body?"

This sentence reminded Chino, he frowned and looked at the transparent packaging bags containing the salt crystals. Judging from the material, they should be plastic.

The problem is, even in the world he once lived in, after two industrial revolutions, phenolic plastics did not arrive until 1909.

For this feudal era, having plastic so early is a thing that goes against the historical process.

It's no wonder that the Dogoland border guards, and even the royal family, are at a loss for smuggling, a method of transport they have never seen before.

Of course, the technology tree of this world cannot be fully understood from a modern point of view.

When Kino read it at night, he had read in the book that there are many strange alchemy in this world, industrial knowledge, biological illustrations, chemical ideas, etc., all of which are completely different from the knowledge system of the previous life. It is not uncommon for things to be different from the historical process of previous lives.

After all, his journey was not to travel back to ancient times in history, but to be thrown into a completely unfamiliar world by the supreme being, where the physical rules, chemical elements, and even the basic laws may be different.

To exaggerate, 1+1 here is not necessarily equal to 2.

However, since the soldiers didn't recognize the plastic thing, it was not invented before, but it was used by smugglers to transport it, which is intriguing.

Chino asked Millo, "Who gave you the bag of salt crystals?"

Milo said tremblingly: "I don't know that we never have direct contact with the upper and lower families. It's all letters to agree on the location. After reading it, it will be burnt, and there will be no contact transactions."

Seeing Milo's frightened look, Kino knew that he really didn't know anything, and using slow processing to ask questions was just a waste of time.

At this moment, Mirlo got down on his knees, crawled over like a dog, and kowtowed in front of Kino: "My lord, can I take my son away? I swear I will never do anything illegal in the future! You...you Promised me not to kill me and my son"

"Yes, I promised 'I won't kill you and your son'." Chino didn't even look at Milo, as if he were just a corpse. "But my soldiers will."

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers slashed at Mirlo with their sabres, slashing bloodstains one after another on his body.

However, because they noticed Chino's habit of cleanliness, the soldiers did not dare to attack the blood-sucking aorta, and failed to hack Mirlo directly to death for a while.

"Ah! Ahh!! No. No." Milo cried to protect his demented son, letting the blade slash on him, hissing and begging, "My lord! At least please let my son go! It's all wrong. In me, I plead guilty! Please let him go!"

Kino looked sideways at Milo, and asked sarcastically, "Let him go? When he grows up, he will come to me with a knife and avenge his father?"

"No no no no! He won't!!!" Milo seemed to grab a life-saving straw, he held his son's head, and showed Kino's demented face, "He is cursed by the gods, and often even me If you don't even recognize him, he will never seek revenge on you! Please let him go. This is my only son. Please. Please."

(End of this chapter)