assistirfilmes Chapter 47 Aside from that guy… it seems like nobody else would eat this stuff.
Chapter 47 Aside from that guy… it seems like nobody else would eat this stuff.
"Could you please take me... away from here...?"
Seeing Aphrodite in so much pain that she could barely speak, Rhodes certainly wouldn't stand idly by.
He hadn't even tried out the powerful support skill he just acquired yet, so he absolutely wouldn't let anything happen to her!
He stepped forward, bent down slightly, and embraced the girl's slender waist, pulling the half-demon girl, who had collapsed to her knees in pain, into his arms.
Aphrodite was petite and much lighter than expected. Rod firmly supported her arm with his right hand and grabbed her thighs with his left, smoothly lifting her small body onto his shoulder and using his legs to easily hoist her up.
This is the standard single-person firefighter carrying method.
This posture does not require a stretcher and can be operated by a single person, making it highly practical in various harsh and complex environments such as wilderness breakout, battlefield rescue, and fire escape.
Most importantly, this stable carrying posture allows Rod to free up one hand and respond more flexibly to various emergencies.
In the space of consciousness, Alina, who witnessed the entire process, was completely stunned.
Although she was already used to Rod's strange behavior, she couldn't help but secretly wonder, who would carry a girl on their shoulders like a heavy bag?
In her dazed state, Aphrodite felt her vision suddenly reverse, her soft waist pressed against his broad shoulders, the burning pain of the holy light leaving her weak, and she could only subconsciously reach out to grab him tightly to make sure she wouldn't fall.
Seeing that she was still conscious, Rod lifted her body onto his shoulder for a more secure position, then asked, "Where are we going?"
"Where to...?" She opened her eyes groggily, unable to recall any safe havens she had.
Seeing the elven longbow in Rhodes's hand and his own staff, he remembered the nearby shop and said, "The Steel and Fire Blacksmith Shop..."
Before she could finish speaking, Aphrodite's head lolled to the side, and she completely lost consciousness, only instinctively clinging to him.
"Hmm... someone actually came."
Rhodes' ears twitched slightly, and his keen senses instantly caught the strange sound carried by the wind. He vaguely heard the heavy clanging of armor plates, as if someone was rapidly approaching their location.
He touched the exquisite dark green ring on his finger, following the intricate vine patterns carved on it, and poured magic into the [Ring of Nature].
His perception of his surroundings had become even stronger, and he realized the direction the other party was coming from.
"You're coming from the west... If you go east, you won't have to take too much of a detour."
Without even looking at a map, Rhodes instantly planned out his escape route.
Rod spotted the opening in the encirclement, pushed off with his feet, and changed direction.
He stepped on the withered branches and fallen leaves without making a sound. Relying on his familiarity with the place and his keen senses, he skillfully avoided the uninvited guest, took a detour along the hidden forest path, and quickly left the place.
Not long after Rhodes, carrying Aphrodite, disappeared, several bright silver lights pierced the thick night, and Lucius, clad in fine silver armor, led several knights into the scorched land.
His face, which usually wore a carefree smile, now looked quite solemn, completely devoid of his usual playboy demeanor.
"Search carefully," Lucius coldly ordered his subordinates. "That demon bastard is seriously injured and can't have gone far."
The knights scattered at the sound, drew their longswords, and carefully searched the vicinity for any possible hiding places.
Lucius didn't move. He half-squatted on the ground, his fingertips touching the scorched earth that had been blasted into dust by magical energy. Looking at the withered and blackened vegetation around him, he quickly confirmed that the other person was the one he was tracking.
"Why isn't that bastard hiding away and working on his resurrection magic? What's with him running around like a madman in the cemetery at night?"
Lucius frowned slightly, then took out a palm-sized golden compass. The dial was engraved with intricate patterns, and a drop of dark red blood was sealed in a transparent magic crystal in the center.
Lucius watched as the once-glowing mark quickly dimmed, and soon realized that the other party had escaped the compass's detection range.
"You're running pretty fast, but how much time do you have left?"
He thought mockingly, and just as he stood up, before he could even think about his next move, a series of faint noises suddenly came from not far away, followed by the surprised shouts of his subordinates.
"Hey you over there! Who are you people?!"
Several knights quickly surrounded them, their longswords pointing diagonally.
Hearing the commotion, Lucius composed himself, narrowed his eyes, and slowly approached, sword hilt in hand.
Inside the encirclement, a woman wearing a deep purple pointed hat was leaning against a tree trunk untouched by the fighting. Her robes were loosely draped over her shoulders, and she had a purple staff tucked into her bosom.
It was Milan.
She had prominent dark circles under her eyes, her hair was a little messy, and she looked dejected and impatient as she faced the crowd of others.
Beside her, besides the shy priestess Susanna, was the short but seemingly inexhaustible young knight Don Quixote.
At that moment, she was arguing and defending something with Lucius's subordinates.
"We are the legendary adventurers of the future, Don Quixote, the kingdom's future chief knight—nothing to be suspected!"
"We and Ms. Milan sensed the aura of battle here, and suspected that evil was lurking, so we came here to investigate."
Upon hearing her words, the knights exchanged glances, then hardened their expressions and surrounded them, showing no intention of letting them go under the pretext.
"Lord Milan?"
Lucius walked past his men, and after recognizing their faces, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. He quickly put on a polite smile and waved his hand, signaling his men to put away their weapons.
"I apologize. We were unaware of your arrival. We were in a hurry to apprehend the fugitive and have offended you." His tone was calm and his manner was gentle and polite, leaving no room for criticism.
Milan lowered her eyelids slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in her always sleepy eyes.
"snort."
Faced with Lucius's impeccable politeness, she merely raised her eyelids perfunctorily and let out a cold snort, reluctantly accepting the apology.
Thinking of Lucius's background and the rumors surrounding him, she slightly parted her lips, as if muttering something under her breath, but no sound came out.
Lucius, however, had no intention of letting the matter rest. He stepped forward, glanced at the bits of grass on Milan and Don Quixote, and politely inquired with that enigmatic smile still on his lips.
"I'm very curious, why would Lord Milan, who is always busy with research and countless affairs of state, go to such lengths to come to this remote place?"
Although Lucius spoke in a calm tone, he was still questioning their whereabouts, which made Milan, who was already extremely impatient, even more dissatisfied.
Who is she?
She was a noble mage, not a puppet of the Holy Light Church who obeyed orders, nor was she Lucius's subordinate.
Do I need to report to him where I want to go?
She gestured with her chin toward Don Quixote beside her and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Didn't my companion just say that we sensed energy fluctuations over here and came to investigate out of curiosity? Is there a problem?"
"Hehe, of course no problem," Lucius nodded, looking quite agreeable. "I'm just confirming with you again."
"If your hearing isn't working well, how about letting my little pastor heal you?" Milan then pointed to Susanna, who was barely noticeable beside her.
The young priestess, Susanna, was startled when her name was suddenly called out. She quickly waved her hand, afraid of being drawn into their dispute.
Lucius smirked and said cheerfully, "It's just that this cemetery is in a remote location, and the roads are difficult to navigate at night..."
Before he could finish speaking, Milan clicked his tongue in obvious displeasure, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
"When did this public cemetery in Misty City become part of your Holy Light Church's territory?"
"You are indeed distinguished guests," Lucius took a deep breath, "and besides, a strange event caused by demons has just occurred here, which is extremely dangerous. If you two have nothing else to do, you would be best to leave as soon as possible."
"What? Do I have to submit a report to your Holy Light Church before I can do anything I want in this Misty City?" Milan sneered.
"Of course not," Lucius said, looking at her helplessly.
He finally understood that no matter what he said, this troublesome woman would find fault with him.
"If you have nothing to do, move aside. You're fine, but I have things to do." Milan was too lazy to argue with him and waved her staff to intimidate the knights into making way for her.
Purple light shimmered at the tip of the staff, and the mere fluctuation of magic power caused the surrounding knights to instinctively take a half step back.
Lucius glanced at his subordinates, who were standing ready but dared not step forward, and pressed his temples in exasperation.
"Scatter," Lucius waved his hand, signaling the knights to let them pass.
Milan snorted coldly, not even sparing the elegant knight of noble birth a glance, and led Susanna and Don Quixote out of their encirclement.
"Are we just going to let them go like this, Lord Lucius?" a subordinate asked, somewhat displeased. "She shouldn't have been so rude to you. She's just a mage, even if she comes from..."
"What else? You go and stop them, and take them to the Vatican?" Lucius looked at his foolish subordinate with a half-smile.
"I dare not." The knight immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
"Then shut up and stop causing me trouble."
Lucius waved his hand impatiently, but as he spoke, he saw Milan collect some scorched earth from the ground and whisper to the other two, seemingly talking about something. The route then took a noticeable turn.
Their destination was the gravedigger's hut in the distance.
Upon seeing this, Lucius's expression immediately turned serious, as he suddenly remembered something very important.
"Speaking of which, doesn't Rhodes live here?"
He glanced at the scorched earth around him, then saw Milan's retreating figure, and immediately felt something was wrong.
Lucius glanced at his subordinates who were still standing there dumbfounded, waiting for his orders, and sighed, gesturing for them to follow.
Meanwhile, Milan and his two companions, led by Don Quixote, were already standing in front of the rickety wooden door.
"Are we really going to just break down the door?" Susanna asked timidly, looking at Don Quixote's eager expression. "I don't think we'll find the clues we're looking for inside."
"Didn't we already knock on the door?" Milan shrugged. "And you already checked it with magic, didn't you?"
"But is this really a good idea? Wouldn't that be considered trespassing?" Susanna continued to ask.
"At worst, we'll just pay compensation," Milan said nonchalantly. "Besides, if there's really a problem inside, we might be able to save them if we go in."
"That's right, we're doing this for justice and efficiency!" Don Quixote proudly straightened his chest, then took a few steps back and charged into the door.
Although the gate had been reinforced by Rhodes several times, it was still too much to ask of it to withstand the charge of a great knight.
Soon, the wooden door creaked and groaned as it shattered into pieces.
Don Quixote, who was charging forward with all his might, did not expect his opponent to be so weak. In an attempt to stop, he accidentally fell to the ground and slammed his head into the ground.
boom--
The whole house seemed to tremble, dust on the ground stirred up, bringing with it a faint, stale smell that suppressed the lingering aroma of salted meat soup.
Milan covered her nose and walked in, her eyes sharp as hooks, quickly scanning the room.
The single bed was neatly made, and the room contained only ordinary furniture, bowls, and chopsticks. In the closet were several sets of ordinary men's cloth clothes that had been starched and were somewhat stiff, as well as some cheap dry food and vegetables...
Seeing a pot of thick, white meat soup still sitting on the extinguished stove, Milan glanced at it and then ignored it.
After searching around, no abnormalities were detected.
"this one?"
Milan searched everywhere, even poking at the dust under the bed with her wand, but found nothing except a few puffs of dust.
"Indeed... there's nothing there, Ms. Milan." Susanna carefully circled the room.
"That's strange," Milan said, pulling out a purse and tossing it onto the old table.
"I clearly sensed a similar energy from the soil to that from the sewers, and I thought this place would have it too."
"What has Lord Milan discovered? Would you like to share it with me?"
Lucius’s voice came from behind them.
"You were eavesdropping on our conversation?" Milan asked with disgust.
"Of course not, I'm just curious what you think is in this room." Lucius raised an eyebrow, moved away from her to indicate that he meant no harm, and then looked around the room with some curiosity.
Is this what Rhodes' daily life is like?
Lucius casually glanced around, not seeing anyone, and his previously tense shoulders unconsciously relaxed a little.
"That guy probably couldn't afford the city entrance fee again, so he just stayed outside the city..."
Lucius vaguely remembered those corpse collectors and adventurers who sometimes earned not even enough to cover the city entrance fee after a trip outside the city, so they would simply stay in the village or gather in a camp in the wild to keep watch for a few nights.
"He's lucky; if he were here tonight, he'd be in trouble."
Thinking of the mess outside, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, but when his gaze fell on the pot full of thick white meat soup on the stove, he was stunned.
"..."
As far as I can remember, Rod wasn't the type of person to waste food.
"No, maybe it's food that's been sitting out for days... The soup looks rotten, that guy wouldn't risk eating something bad, would he?"
He reached out as if possessed and touched the dark, blackened side of the pot.
It's warm.
Lucius's heart skipped a beat.
"No, maybe he didn't do it."
He glanced at the door frame that Don Quixote had smashed and said:
"After all, this house is so easy to get into; who knows, those homeless people might just be hungry when they come in to steal..."
Even so, for some reason, he suddenly picked up a ladle and stirred the pot.
Then he saw the swirling chunks of meat and vegetables inside, as well as the black devil mushroom he had scooped up...
Aside from that guy... it seems like no one would eat this stuff, right?