Above The Sky

The important food and economic source of Harrison Port is fishing. When the fish tide comes in April, in order to deal with a large number of fresh fish caught, most of the labor force of the entire port will go to help and pickle it on the assembly line in front of the long table.

The live fish is brought to the table, the first person is responsible for cutting off the head of the fish, and then passing it to the second person, the second person cuts the fish maw to remove the internal organs, and then hands it to the third person, and the third person removes the fish bones, leaving only The fish body was put into a large bucket filled with salt water and was marinated for a whole day by the priest of Huaiguang Church.

In the end, the marinated fish will be sent to the open area to dry in the next few days and sold to various chambers of commerce.

Orsenna is very familiar with this process. When his sister and brother-in-law were still alive, he was often called to help and get some money.

Although he will be nagged by his sister that he should save more money to take care of himself when he grows old, he has never taken it seriously. These rewards are quickly used by him to buy black mushrooms, and they will be spent in a short time. .

And now.

The stench of fish blood and sea salt was mixed, and it sank into the nose, and only the humming of mosquitoes could be heard in the ears.

When Orsenna woke up, he found himself firmly trapped on the long table that he used to handle salted fish, with his hands, feet and even his eyes bound by ropes and cloth belts, unable to move.

The reason for discovering the latter was because he heard the sound of mosquitoes flapping in his ears, and Orsenna subconsciously wanted to kill the flying insect of Damn it, which is the instinct of any human being.

But this action could not start at all, and the tough and water-soaked rope locked him firmly on this long table, so that he could only listen to the floating mosquitoes lingering in his ears, buzzing flying.

Simply the greatest torture.

The long table on which God knows how many fish had been handled still had a strong fishy smell and a faintly rancid smell. It was tied to it. Orsenna wanted to gag, but because his mouth was also blocked by a sackcloth, So he could only whimper, making a dull, almost inaudible sound.

At this moment, he is just like the sea fish that was processed by his own assembly line in the past, placed on this long table, and let others slaughter.

--what happened? What's wrong with me?

For the first time, Orsenna hadn't figured out his situation, but soon, with the scent of flowers still remaining between his nose and mouth, he recalled what happened.

Yes...it's his nephew, Ian!

That stinky boy attacked with his own sleeping powder and knocked himself down by throwing a lime bag!

He tied himself to the table and didn't know what to do...

After confirming that it was Ian, Orsenna was confused: "How on earth did he find my sleeping fan?"

You must know that sleeping powder is a rare material that plays an important role in many situations. It is a product controlled by the empire and is quite rare. Ordinary hunters cannot use it at all.

If it is really used, the value of the hunting powder may not be as high as the value of the sleeping powder. It is only used for those rare beasts whose fur can't be damaged by a knife.

I can get a lot of it by relying on the relationship with the natives, and I hide it very tightly on weekdays, lest people be discovered.

That secret cabinet...even the best hunter in town can't find it!

But he didn't know that in Ian's vision, the big bag of sleeping powder seemed to be highlighted and see-through, and it was easy to find it.

"woo woo woo woo!"

At this moment, Orsenna was still struggling, and he felt that the rope on his wrist had loosened a bit. After all, he knew that the ropes in his home were old things that had been used for seven or eight years.

Rather, he used to get some second-hand little things from his sister, Ian's mother, and never bought them himself.

And after the decline of the Ian family, Orsenna, who could not handle the wool, did not renovate these little things that are not commonly used.

"You dare to plot against me..."

Orsenna gritted his teeth with hatred. The reason why he bullied Ian was because a child could not threaten him. Even if he resisted, he could easily beat him down.

But now, his nephew, who he thought was harmless, suddenly showed his fangs and bit himself. This feeling made him both ashamed and fearful.

"If Ian just wants to not be beaten, then he can promise him first, anyway, it's a child, just cheat."

Orsenna rubbed the rope in his hand hard, trying to break it free, but it obviously took a while.

However, he has already made up his mind that no matter if he can break the rope or not, he will kill him after he tricks Ian into loosening his ties. At that time, the body will be sold directly to the group of forest natives. Run out of the port to play, but disappeared!

Anyway, since Ian's father's escort team disappeared collectively in the torrential rain eight years ago, the entire Harrison Harbor escort system has not been completely rebuilt, the collapsed city walls have not been repaired, and only the towers in each district are still intact.

But the tower is internal and not external. In this case, it is not uncommon for children to sneak out. A few years ago, it happened that children were carried away by wild beasts by the river. No matter how forbidden it was, it was useless. .

Just like yourself. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to quietly hook up with the natives outside the city.

Deng, Deng, Deng.

At this moment, footsteps came from the old Kuchiki board.

Orsenna opened his eyes subconsciously. He wanted to roar, or say something, but at this moment he realized that his mouth had been completely blocked, and he could not make a sound. To cheat or beg for mercy, he can't do it.

It was only at this time that Osenna suddenly felt a shiver of horror——

Ian blocked his mouth, did he not intend to communicate with himself at all? !

"Woooo!!"

Orsenna struggled violently immediately, moving up and down, he wriggled his body like a worm, and the man tried his best to break free from the rope on his wrist. Although it was difficult, it was not impossible...

Then, he sensed a sharp pain coming from the center of his palm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of hammers and wooden nails sounded, and the nails penetrated the flesh and blood, and penetrated deep into the wooden table, nailing the hands that were already tied but still intended to make trouble.

"Woo!!!!"

Orsenna's eyes widened. If his mouth wasn't stuffed with cotton wool, the severe pain might have caused him to bite off his tongue, but even so, his breathing became disordered. He rolled his eyes and briefly fainted. past.

And when he woke up again, what he heard was a voice that made him even more frightened and mad.

It was the sound of knives being sharpened.

Click, click, click.

The fish-splitting knife was being ground, and for a while, Orsenna's mind even saw a scene of sea fish being cut off neatly and then cut open and deboned.

In an instant, he was so frightened that he lost control.

"Ugh."

Only then did Orsenna hear a childish sigh: "You shouldn't have woken up, uncle. It's good to just walk in a daze."

It was just a sigh, and the sound of sharpening the knife continued, but after breaking the silence, Ian seemed to open the chatterbox.

"I really didn't expect you to solve it so easily, so there is still plenty of time, so don't worry."

While sharpening the knife, the boy said in a rather cheerful tone with some fear and emotion: "To be honest, I was really nervous before tying you up... It's too lucky, too lucky, more than me It is 10,000 times smoother than I imagined, after all, no matter how careful the preparation is, the success rate is not 100%, and if I make a slight mistake, I will die."

"I originally planned that you didn't inhale the sleeping powder, so I specially built the corridor and made a wooden trap."

Plank trap? Even though his palms were aching and his whole body was shaking with fear, Orsenna couldn't help but imagine the scene in his hallway in his mind.

——Indeed, there was a wooden board in the middle of the corridor that was soaked and damaged, and there was a sunken mud hole underneath, and because of his disability in his leg, he accidentally tripped over and would definitely fall hard.

He originally planned to find a time for Ian to fix it, and if he couldn't fix it, he would beat him up for fun...

"Besides, on the kitchen side, I also put a stumbling wire, which is enough to deal with you."

Interrupting his uncle's delusions, Ian's voice came again, but because Osenna's heartbeat was too fast and a little distorted, he couldn't hear it clearly: "If you are smart enough, sleeping powder, puddles and stumbling wires are all See through and escape, then in the end I can only try to use a pitchfork to stab you to death by taking advantage of the inconvenience of your turning around."

"I'm a little worried that the adult skin of this world is too tough, so I sharpened it a little bit."

Pitchfork...

Orsenna still remembers that when he was a child, some elders who lived in the imperial capital told several Ascended jokes, among which was the story of a witcher who was used by some farmers with a pitchfork...

Although it was just a joke, the witcher was not simply the result of a pitchfork, but it was enough to show how powerless human flesh and blood was when faced with a pitchfork.

"Actually, even with all preparations, there is no way to kill you... I also prepared a means of perishing together."

Finally, the boy said quietly: "Do you smell the algae oil lamp? There is also a brazier for storing fire, I will put it in the living room. If you really escape all the traps and the pitchfork can't kill you, I will light it. This house will perish with you."

After speaking, the sound of Ian sharpening the knife stopped.

The boy stood up.

"Woooo! Woohoo!!"

It was true that he smelled the smell of algal oil with the fishy sea, and the temperature of the brazier followed. Osenna's mind was flooded with endless fear, and he suddenly knew his ending.

——A nephew who has prepared so many plans to kill his own nephew even if they die together, how could he give himself the slightest chance to escape and give himself the slightest chance of surviving? !

He said so much, all just to test his own reaction, to confirm whether he has any accomplices, whether he still has a backer... He has already determined that he will not have too much trouble if he dies!

So the man began to struggle violently, the wooden table creaked, as if he wanted to say something.

- I'm still useful! I know a lot more! Why are the natives anxious for blood sacrifice, why the defense force of Harrison Harbor has been weak recently, why the caravans have been coming less and less recently, why the Viscount has been depressed recently, the storm eight years ago...

He really knows a lot.

But it was of no use.

"You're scared, aren't you? Be scared though."

The boy's chuckle gradually approached, even with a hint of soft relief: "Don't worry, uncle, I won't give you any chance to ask for help, all your secrets don't need to be said a word, I won't listen, I can dig it out myself."

Even though his eyes were covered, Orsenna seemed to see a pair of indifferent blue eyes, staring at his body calmly, just like a butcher staring at a pig, and like a scholar staring at his experimental target.

The water-colored eyes flashed in the darkness, and what followed was the blade.

"I won't show mercy to you."

Puff, puff.

The sound of steel tearing flesh.