I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 2, The Human Sofa

Sid shivered from his sleep, and when he woke up, he found himself sitting in a small and confined space, his legs spread to the sides, his hands on the armrests. Stretched, and completely restrained by the leather, even his face was gently wrapped by a layer of leather.

He was in a daze for a few seconds, then quickly recalled his status and mission, and then came his weird dream. At the end of the dream, he saw an indescribable terrifying creation and a giant surrounded by thunder and lightning. Dragons fight.

"What Cthulhu vs. Godzilla?" Sid complained softly, but he fell silent immediately.

The surrounding area was dark, and he was alone, and he had been in the dark for four days. For the past four days, in the dark, he could only rely on the cold water and a little dry food he carried with him to satisfy his hunger, and he had to speak as quietly as possible and at a specific time. able to eat.

It's not because he was caught, he did it voluntarily.

Yes, that's right, Sid is voluntary.

He is now hiding in other people's homes, in other people's sofas and chairs.

This is that person's favorite sofa chair. It has a brown skin, a large backrest, a soft upholstery layer, an inner frame made of birch, beautiful armrests, and a down cushion. The inner bone of the sofa is made of cherry wood. , Every corner of the classic hollow pattern carefully carved by the sculptor has been oiled.

Now, Sid's body is the frame of the sofa chair, his hands are the armrests of the sofa chair, his chest is the back of the sofa chair, and it has been exactly four days since he tucked himself into the sofa chair.

This wasn't the first time he'd had a dream about the "seven seals" prophecy, and Sid quickly put his dream behind him.

"Boom~" You can vaguely hear the sound of carefully closing the door, and judging by the degree of weak light transmission through the sutures of the leather sofa, Sid judges that it should be around one o'clock in the afternoon, which should be the unique way for maids to leave after washing the dishes Watch out for the door slamming.

This is No. 45, Helvetia Baden Street, the capital of the Kingdom of Rezland, the heart of the Mercenary Kingdom. Weiss, the mercenary guild is at the end of the street, and there is a lot of people here. Sid can hear the noise on the street outside, and feel that the room is extremely quiet.

After four days in ambush, the opportunity finally came. Just today, the hostess of the family had made an appointment with her husband to take their two children to the Grand Theater to watch Rezlan’s famous play "Hell Expedition". According to Sid, The show breaks up at [-]:[-] p.m. According to Sid's rule, the domestic servants will go home to rest after finishing their lunch, and they will not come over to make dinner until about [-]:[-] p.m.

The boy recalled his plan this time.

He is not a professional assassin, so he must be more cautious.

It was a confined, dark environment where Sid had to force himself to focus.

His target is Oli Hoffman, a fat man with a height of about 1.6 meters and a weight of about 256 pounds (232 catties). He is almost in his early 40s, but he may be overweight. A little old and sluggish, whenever Oli Hoffman sat on his body through a layer of leather, Sid could feel the plump layers of fat and a greasy breath at close range, There is also a faint smell of smoke, and Jazz's body temperature will also be transmitted to him at this time.

According to Sid's investigation, Oli Hoffman was born in the Principality of Bad Wolf. Relying on extremely solid technology and relatively good knowledge, he once served as a very important prosecutor and fifth-class bureaucrat in the official positions of the Holy Empire.

What is a District Attorney?

Quite simply, the Prosecutor is responsible for measuring and liquidating the land area and output of noble manors and reporting it to the imperial court and the church for the convenience of tax collection. This is a fifth-level official, as a third-class citizen of the Holy Empire—Sivis, Huo Fuman can rely on this to exempt his whole family from servitude.

It is indeed not easy for this Mr. Hoffman to stand out among the third-class people, but as far as Sid knows, a few years ago, he just happened to encounter the Holy Empire's procuratorate decree, because he reported the real number and offended the local nobles. External transfer, here comes Rezlan.

His boss puts him under surveillance on a teenager named "Sid."

That's right, it's me.

Sid couldn't help sneering when he thought of this. If it was Sir Hoffman who just arrived, he should be worried about his disappearance now, looking for his figure everywhere, right?

It's a pity that after three years of fruitless surveillance, people will change from working hard at the beginning to step-by-step to coping with things.

The old jazz is now an out-and-out lazy dog. He probably feels that he has been cheated by those big shots. Well, it’s over. Since several months of anti-surveillance, Hoffman’s main work content is to stare at cigarettes. Confused and drinking cider and reading the newspaper, as for Sid's action record this month?Hoffman compiled it all for him seven days ago and sent it to his boss.

Since a year ago, Hoffman's working hours have changed. He usually wakes up at nine o'clock in the morning and will not arrive at the office across the street until ten o'clock. Someone delivers meals at noon and uses them from downstairs The hanging basket hung the meal up, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, he would return home an hour early, sitting on this sofa chair, puffing, and Sid listened to him complaining about the poor food and thin air in Rezlan And the cold environment, for four days, every day.

Sid understands a little bit why someone is watching him, he doesn't know why he came here through time travel, he knows that there are many things about him that are completely different from ordinary people, and there are weird things that even he himself still doesn't understand.

He even doubted whether he was human after all.

Sid also doesn't understand why the surveillance is endless. From his birth to now, Sid has never exposed his differences in front of anyone. He is a human being, a noble blood with strong signs of returning to his ancestors. descendants, that's all.

Without further ado, while there was no one at home, Sid shook the sofa chair from the sofa chair, stretched out his hand from the gap, and put the prepared letter on the sofa chair.

Then he withdrew his hand from the top of the solid armrest under the pressure of the leather, and put the cold water and dry food that he carried with him on his waist.

A little hungry, Sid carefully chewed the dry food and took a sip of water. The four days of lurking had pushed his body and spirit to the limit.

If there were people at home, they would probably be scared to death, right?There was a human figure in the sofa chair eating, and the indescribable creature just under the leather was wriggling, Sid laughed at himself.

"Crack!"

There was a sudden sound of opening the door of the house, and Sid's whole body was shaken, and the sofa chair also shook violently because of his movement. Sid calmly put down the water bag and biscuits, stretched out his hands and inserted them into the inner frame and In the middle of the armrest, silence.

You can't hear me, you can't hear me.

Sid took a breath.

However, things in the world are often contrary to expectations. The visitor seems to have heard the movement in the house, and his characteristic muddy and sticky voice came from the door: "Is anyone there?"

There was silence in the room, in sharp contrast to the noise outside.

Sir Hoffman must be back!Sid knew his voice, and he wanted to roll his eyes.

He is indeed the lazy dog ​​I named, the king of fishing, the chief salary thief of the empire.

It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and this person actually came home from get off work.

Does he want to be ashamed?The imperial court paid Hoffman a salary of 6 gold crowns every month to make you a master in Rezlan. Is this how you share the country's worries? !
The plan has changed, and it seems that it will be implemented in advance.

The good news is that I will have more time to deal with the scene, but the bad news is that the risk factor has increased significantly.

Sid reviewed his plan again in his heart. He remained motionless and kept as quiet as possible.

"Is anyone there?" The heavy and slow footsteps sounded, and he repeated in Sid's direction.

Tsk, Sid disdains this fear of death, but he also knows that Sir Hoffman's worries are not without reason.

This person had actually offended the Wolf Principality in the inspection report, and caused considerable losses to many nobles. Someone once threatened to spend 500 gold crowns to buy his head. Hoffman was scared to death at the time, so he hurriedly reported to the court requesting Equipped with guards, but it is clear that the Holy Empire court does not care about the life and death of third-class people, so it is rejected.

"Squeak~" The door was pushed open, accompanied by the sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed.

Leather shoes stepped on the carpet, from far to near.

puff~
Every sound of footsteps weighed heavily on Sid's heart. The young man adjusted his breathing carefully, while complaining in his heart about the other party's timidity and fear of death.

Why are you nervous, lazy dog, there is no one in the house!

not moving at all.

Judging by the vague hearing, the person came to a position about two or three steps away from the sofa chair, his footsteps stopped, and the voice in the room could be heard.

He couldn't hear anything, and Sid couldn't see anything except the dim light through the leather of the sofa.

Was Sir Hoffman observing?

There should be nothing to observe, right?

Sid understood the layout of this part of the living room. In front of the sofa chair was a long square table next to the wall and the window. On the table were several rolls of parchment, a quill pen dipped in an inkwell, and a kerosene lamp. On the left of the long table is a bookcase, and on the right is an oil painting of Hoffman's own portrait.

It only takes one glance to catch everything in sight, and there is nothing to hide.

But all Sid can do is wait patiently.

After another 20 seconds of silence, Sid heard the sound of the long sword being sheathed again, and the visitor mumbled a few times, as if he had let down his vigilance.

Yes, yes, yes, that's it, sit up, Sid thought.

Enjoy the last cigar of your life.

Just when he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a group of furry things suddenly appeared on his calf, then got into his trousers, and climbed up his thighs until it got out of his pants.

Oops!Sid's heart suddenly felt bad, he could only take the risk of moving his body slightly back, and barely glanced down. Inside the dim sofa, a pair of small green eyes were staring at him!

It's Shushu!
A little mouse smelled him eating cracked biscuits, and somehow got in through the vent!
Damn it!Sid subconsciously reviewed his plan again, but he never expected that he had reached the last step, but a mouse suddenly appeared and disrupted his plan!
Go, go! ! !

Sid, but the little mouse couldn't understand what he meant. It started nibbling on the leftovers of the biscuits, eating them happily.

What's even more frightening is that with the little mouse's movements, the sofa chair is shaking at a very weak speed!

How could this not be discovered by vigilant people!

Sure enough, just as the little mouse was gnawing happily, Sid heard the sound of the long sword being unsheathed again, the ground shook, and his body shook accordingly.

The visitor took a step forward.

"Who's there?" Sid could hear the fear in his voice. "Who's over there on the couch?"

He really wanted to reply: "There is no one in the sofa, how can there be someone hiding in the sofa!"

However, at this moment, the mouse on Sid's lap finished eating the residue and was still tossing. Even Sid himself could feel the slight shaking of the sofa.

Why can't I make the base more stable!

Sid grumbled.

To make matters worse, Baden Avenue was just outside. There were not only tribune knights patrolling the street, but also dozens of mercenaries waiting for work. As long as there was a little commotion, Sid would expose himself.

Because of this, Sid could not design this assassination plan.

How to do?
If he went out desperately, Sid was [-]% sure that he could kill Sir Hoffman three times, but he was not [-]% sure that Sir Hoffman would not ask for help or make a scene!

If you give up the assassination and run for your life now, Sid is absolutely sure that he can escape, but Hoffman, who has been monitoring him for three years, cannot possibly fail to recognize him, not to mention that Sid is covered with a mask, even Hoff turned into ashes. Man can recognize him!

What does it mean for a monitor to discover that there is something wrong with the subject of surveillance?
What to do? What to do? What to do?
The impatient Sid felt his mouth dry, and he gave Shushu another hard look at Shushu who was standing three inches below his belly.

Shushu!This time I was really killed by you!
Must, calm down, Sid, you must calm down!

The young man hinted to himself, he didn't even dare to take a deep breath, he could only close his eyes, recalling the assassination plan over and over again in his head, his whole body was straightened, his streamlined muscles tensed.

He could only concentrate on listening to the sound. If there was wind of a sword coming out, Sid would immediately fight back. If not, he could only wait.

It's just that Shushu seemed to feel Sid's anger, it squeaked a few times, crawled down the trousers, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Wow!" Before Sid had time to think about what this meant, Sir Hoffman's exclamation sounded, and the sound of heavy footsteps quickly became farther away.

"So it's you, little mouse!" Surprised, he let out another breath, the visitor was obviously relieved, and his laughter was much more comfortable: "Get out of here."

"Squeak~"

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Shushu's cries sounded from the surroundings from time to time, heavy footsteps followed the Shushu's cries, one big, one small, the creaking sound disappeared first, then the footsteps disappeared, followed by the sound of heavy door bolts, people came Lock the door.

Sid, who was sitting in the sofa, also let out a long breath gently and controlled the strength.

Now he doesn't know whether to thank Shushu or hate Shushu.

Just after taking a breath, two heavy knocks came from the top left of the left brain, and Sid quickly held his breath.

"I'm sorry, brother, I blamed you wrong!"

As soon as the words fell, a mass of plump weight first pressed Sid's legs, and the leather sofa let out a cry of pain, and then Sid only felt that his chest was gradually being squeezed by the weight.

What is it like to be crushed under a 256-pound fat man?
It was this kind of experience, Sid couldn't help but groaned with the sound of the sofa, he had a feeling of being filled, his legs were pressed, his chest was pressed, his face was even buried Amidst the fluffy fat, the smell of oil and the faint smell of cigars, Sid pushed his face back a little to keep his breath.

If this is the case, there is no way to do it. Sid is still waiting. He has waited for four days, and he doesn't care about waiting a little longer. Although today's situation is a bit unexpected, Sid has already felt the strangeness coming from above his legs.

He quickly reviewed the plan again.

"Huh?" The visitor probably also felt something under his buttocks. He stood up, and Sid only felt his whole body loosen.

In the next second, a heavier impact struck again.

There were sparse sounds, the sound of the knife opening the wax seal, and a faint hazy light was restored in front of Sid.

"Sir Hoffman personally? Strange, it should be sent to the office." The person who came was obviously also very puzzled.

Read on, just read on, what are you wondering about?Sid was secretly cheering for the visitor.

This is a letter carefully written by Sid. This letter will stir Sir Hoffman's emotions and create opportunities for himself.

Only a few seconds passed, the breathing sound of the visitor suddenly increased, and he could feel the trembling, his angry roar and the classic imperial curse made Sid's eardrums hurt a little: "Bastard, son of a bitch! Who is that?" ?!"

Sid slowly raised the corners of his mouth. Hoffman must have read the part in his letter where he mocked him for arriving late and leaving early, calling him a lazy dog, and awarding him the "King of Fishing" and "The Chief Salary Thief of the Empire".

This was no secret, the whole street knew about Hoffman leaving get off work early, and he probably thought that the nearby mercenary chiefs, businessmen or neighbors were making fun of him.

Followed by an impatient leg shaking, the visitor started to shake his legs, and even Sid was forced to follow suit. He was still a little grateful, which made his muscles relax, and Sid guessed that the visitor had seen him laughing at him The part about being obese and not going well in his official career is also that a fifth-rank official who once had a bright future was sent to Rezlan to do a useless surveillance task in a blink of an eye. There is no reason why Hoffman should not be upset.

Wait, keep waiting.

"Hiss~" There was a gasping voice, as Sid expected, anyone would feel scared if they saw someone in an anonymous letter who could describe their life details and private secrets in detail.

Ready, Sid held his breath.

The person on him shook suddenly, his back left the backrest, and naturally also left Sid's chest. His hands left the armrest, and the wave-like impact made Sid's legs go numb.

The opportunity is coming!

That letter, at the end of the letter was Sid's question, a quiz without a prize.

"I'm at your house, I've always been."

"Guess where I am?"

If a normal person sees this and confirms it with the previous one, his first reaction should be to get up immediately, but Hoffman is even more heavyweight, he can't get up in one go, so his action should be Start by getting your spine off the backrest.

This also means that Sid is about to start acting.

The boy's hands were drawn from the armrests of the sofa, and he immediately reached his waist and touched the hilt of the dagger.

Relying on the blurred light and shadow, he could see the broad back of the visitor and the halo around the back. When the opportunity was too late, Sid judged the position a little bit, and the dagger in his hand stabbed like lightning, piercing through the sofa. Leather, through the obstacles ahead.

"Hmm!" The visitor's body shook violently, and a heavy weight came from the dagger, as if he wanted to push the sword back.

There was no need to hide anymore, Sid continued to push the sword forward with both hands until the weight left the hilt, and then his body began to stretch forward.

His forehead touched the leather surface of the sofa.

His nose pushed the leather up slightly.

His lips touched the leather, and a little salty taste came from his taste buds.

Grasping the dagger with his left hand, Sid cut open the leather surface of the sofa along the gap made by the dagger in the leather. He was fascinated by the fresh air with the greasy smell of a middle-aged man, and the dazzling sunlight made him even more intoxicated. He couldn't open his eyes.

In an instant, Sid had an illusion. If he felt warm and comfortable in his mother's womb before, he now feels like a free breeze, acting recklessly. The spirit is transmitted to the endless stars and the ends of the galaxies.

"Save...save..." The voice called back Sid's attention, and the discomfort of facing the light eased, and Sid shifted his gaze to the man on the ground.

It was Sir Hoffman, he was wearing a standard overalls wool shirt, a pair of small eyes, a pointed aquiline nose, a small mouth, a three-tiered chin, and a short sword stuck in his back , bright red over the white of the shirt.

It could be seen that Hoffman really wanted to call for help, but because of his lung injury, he could only utter vague words.

As if thinking that there was a big living person in the sofa where he had been sitting for several days, Sir Hoffman immediately retched, coughing, spitting blood, and tearing.

His head was a little dizzy, and his eyes were full of tears because he hadn't looked properly for a long time. Sid took a deep breath and looked at Sir Hoffman who was lying on the ground.

It worked!The four days of torture were worth it.

Now, he has something to know.

　The new book is finally here!I implore all uncles to do well!Do not miss passing through!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)