Quenched long order

39 Isolation
At night, Saul sat on the bed, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, and now he felt a little confused, not knowing what he should do.

At first, he wanted to find the reason why he came to this world, and wanted to leave this world, and temporarily solve Andrew, a troublesome miner, for this reason, he had to go deep into the mine. Later, with the ability obtained by the quencher, he successfully found the hidden passage in the depths of the mine until he reached the cursed gold mine.

"If I'm not mistaken, Sean and..." He paused, "...'Sauer' should have seen the gold mine. Sean was left behind because he was too close to the gold mine. 'Sauer' was lucky..." He frowned slightly, "...Is it luck? In short, he fled to the depths of the mine until I woke up."

He grabbed the edge of the bed with his right hand, adjusted his sitting posture, and continued to whisper, "Why did they find out? Is it just luck? Or is there another reason?"

Suddenly, I thought of the nightmare I had yesterday, and thought of the curse of being blessed.

"What if it's because of the influence of the gold mine curse?" Speaking of which, he felt a chill running down his back, as if even this airtight hut had become dangerous. "It is indeed possible that 'Sauer' and Sean may have been attracted there, just like my nightmare last night."

He took a deep breath to calm down his uneasy emotions, and then exhaled slowly.

"The mystic, she wants me to help her find the relic in the mine. I don't know if the relic she mentioned is the remnant of the quencher that the psionic stone scholar refers to. If it is, it may indeed refer to me, but at present, she has not hurt me after all. In short, just keep an eye on it. After all, I have paid off the debt and don't need to redeem myself."

"Spirit stone scholar, he wants me to help improve the psychic lamp, but according to the news from the mystic, it seems that changing the psychic lamp requires my soul, but he is dead now..."

Speaking of this, a picture naturally appeared in his mind. At that time, after telling him, the spirit stone scholar held the broken round mirror and walked into the depths of the gold mine with a resolute attitude.

"What is he going to do?"

Shaoer didn't know, but his view of the spirit stone scholar did change slightly.

"Overseer's side..."

He pictured the inspector's bald head and black tunic in his mind.

"He gave me a good deal, but the condition is that I wait until the investigation team arrives to investigate the mine together, probably because I am both a miner and a quencher."

He sighed softly, his eyes looked at the darkness ahead, as if staring at the bottomless mine, and then he said softly:

"In any case, my coming to this world must be related to the mine on Stewart Island, but I don't have the ability to continue to investigate further. Perhaps, it is more feasible to leave this island as soon as possible, go to land to improve my strength, learn alchemy, or something else. After I have enough strength and status, I will return here to explore further..."

Speaking of this, he frowned, "...Or, just don't come back."

At night, it was suffocatingly quiet.

……

In the early morning, when the sun rose, the inspector was already standing in front of the window. Behind him lay the corpses of five carrier pigeons. These five carrier pigeons were sent out last night and were found dead by the sea this morning. None of them survived. After autopsy, it was found that the body organs of the carrier pigeons had all been displaced and deformed to a certain extent.

"Curse, has it developed to this extent?"

The inspector turned his head and looked at the cabinet in the corner of the room. He walked over quickly, bent down and opened the cabinet. There was a mahogany box inside the cabinet. He hesitated for a while, glanced at the carrier pigeon on the table, and then reached out to take out the mahogany box from the cabinet and put it on another table.

"Come on!" he yelled.

Click, the door was opened, and the guard cautiously poked his head in.

"Bring me all the gems I have stored in the warehouse." As soon as he finished speaking, the guard responded and was about to leave. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and called the guard, "Go and buy a pair of human ears." Gamblers who lose their eyes don't mind their ears, and some miners have lost control of their bodies.

"Yes." The guard nodded and left immediately.

In less than half an hour, two guards carried a red treasure box into the room, followed by a guard who gently put the bloody ear on the table, and then the three guards left in a low voice.

The inspector took a deep breath, reached out and opened the red treasure box, and the dazzling gemstones came into view, adding a little extravagance to the slightly boring room.

He stretched out his left hand, randomly grabbed a handful of gems, like grabbing sand, and then walked to the red wooden box, and opened the lid of the wooden box with his right hand.

Inside the red wooden box, there was nothing.

This object is also a relic, named Red Whisper, and it comes with two sets. The effect is that it can transmit the sound from one wooden box to another. However, it can only be used once a month at most. If the distance is too far or restricted, the recovery time will be extended accordingly. The number of transmissions cannot be replenished by other means, and can only wait for the passage of natural time.

The inspector threw the gemstone in his left hand into the box, then bent down to grab it from the treasure chest, and he didn't close the lid until the space in the box was filled.

Click click.

The sound of chewing came from inside the mahogany box, weird and harsh.

After the sound stopped completely, the inspector opened the box again. At this time, the red wooden box turned out to be a box of bright red blood. The blood was shaking from side to side in the box, and occasionally a small bubble would come out.

The inspector put a fresh human ear into the blood, and witnessed the blood slowly swallowing the human ear. After that, he began to tell the news he wanted to convey to the blood. As his voice came out of his mouth, the blood in the wooden box splashed and rippled.

Since the interval between use was as long as one month, the inspector tried to tell all the information he knew. He didn't stop until the blood kept bubbling like boiling, and then he finally stopped and closed the red wooden box.

thump—

There was a pumping sound inside the red wooden box.

Hearing this sound, the inspector breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. However, when he looked at the red wooden box again, he felt very strange that the red wooden box was so quiet at this moment.

Every time the sound is transmitted to a distant place, the sound just now will continue throughout the process.

The inspector had a dignified face and was about to step forward to examine it carefully. The wooden box named Red Whispering started to move. The wooden box kept shaking from side to side. There was a crackling sound, and the wooden boards began to bend at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood in the box leaked from the cracks. At the same time, the sound stored in the blood echoed in the room.

All are the voices of the Ombudsman himself.

The inspector looked left and right, and was about to cover Red Whisper with the quilt, but before he touched the quilt, Red Whisper shattered completely, and the red blood stored in it splashed out, dyeing all directions in bright red, the ceiling, tabletop, floor, and the inspector's body.

The inspector didn't speak, he stared blankly at everything in front of him, his voice was coming out of the gently bubbling blood, as if there were countless people talking at this moment.

Red Whispering, although he didn't use it much, the very reliable relic was damaged in front of him like a pigeon killed by a curse.

And he has no choice.

(End of this chapter)