Sehir propped himself up, disregarding everything else, and covered his body with dry grass, even his head.
His vision grew increasingly blurry, and his eyelids kept drooping. Cecil let out a breath, and just a second before he was about to lose consciousness, a commotion broke out outside.
It seemed like they were putting people onto a vehicle, and several people were shouting.
"Take away every single person who has fainted!"
With his eyes half-closed, Sehir saw through the gaps in the withered grass that the group of people were the same ones who had distributed food to the slums that morning.
The extra Cecil had no energy to think; he had barely taken a breath of air before his mind went blank.
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Sehir had covered himself with dry grass beforehand and hid himself completely in a corner, so no one noticed him in the end.
But the dry grass covering him was still just dry grass and offered no protection against the cold. Something had been added to the milk, and for an entire day, Sesil remained completely unconscious.
When I woke up again, it was almost dark outside, and my bones felt like they were falling apart.
His head was even more groggy than yesterday. Sehir propped himself up and sat up, leaning against the wall.
At night, the wind shifted direction, and it started blowing in from outside every now and then.
Sehir looked at the gold coins in his hand. It would definitely be enough to stay in an inn, but he couldn't be so extravagant now. He needed to think about the future.
In just one night, the plan had changed from living to simply surviving.
Cecil raised his hand to touch his increasingly hot forehead, realizing that there was nothing he could do in the end, not even to protect Loman.
The withered grass hummed painfully in the wind, as if mocking this naive person who had never seen the world, for actually thinking of running out on his own.
Sehir gently closed his eyes.
I'm sorry, Loman...
He was thinking of going back.
Maybe...
Chapter 72
The nights in East Asia are terribly cold. Once Christmas is over, the streets become much quieter, with only a few people left sweeping the streets.
Seraphim was feeling extremely dizzy. She tried to stand up, but after trying for a long time, she found that she had no strength at all.
Fortunately, there was plenty of dry grass around him. Cecil stretched out his hands and unconsciously spread the grass over himself, not caring how dirty it was or how many barbs it had. All he wanted now was to survive.
He was terrified of death.
After he was completely buried in the dry grass, Sehir curled up into a ball and leaned against a corner.
With the dry grass providing cover, the cold wind outside was much less. Even though I had slept all day, my head was incredibly fuzzy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I lost consciousness.
No one knew that there was a person hiding in this corner; from the outside, all you could see was a pile of withered grass abandoned there.
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The West Asian continent was bustling with activity at night, with small shops lining the streets. Looking deeper into the woods, the castle hidden in the forest remained unlit, as if it hadn't been lit for a long time.
The golden cage in the dimly lit room had been wiped clean countless times, yet it remained spotless, even the dust between the carved crevices was wiped away.
The soft white blanket inside the golden cage was changed again and again, each time softer than the last, its delicate down like that of a newborn baby.
The roses woven from copper wire already make up half of the entire cage, each one taking time to fold.
But a careful observer can still see that on the first rose, almost the veins of the stem were folded out, but later, some even lost their stems.
The devil is getting impatient!
Her skin, which had been deprived of sunlight for a long time, was even whiter. Below her slender phoenix eyes, her eye sockets were slightly red from not having closed them for several days, as if she had just had a good cry.
His pale golden amber eyes were like a stagnant pool, staring at the empty cage.
It's time for him to find a new owner.
The demon could no longer wait; it was time for him to set off.
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Isrih wore a top hat, which he hadn't worn in a long time, covering his black hair. His black coat draped just to his knees, making his long, straight legs look even more perfect.
He changed into a new pair of gloves, and before leaving, his eyes remained devoid of any emotion.
That makes sense; what emotions does a hunter need when chasing his prey?
He desperately wanted his prey to escape faster, much faster, because the hunter was about to set off!
Young master, are you hidden well?
I'm coming to find you.
My poor, dear, and great Sehir, wait for me.
Late at night, the ports of the West Asian continent were deserted, with only a few permanent residents living on the ships. Islam stood at the port, looking at the place that was originally docked there but was now empty.
This was where his prey had escaped. Isri took a light sniff of the sweet, pungent air, then frowned slightly.
His prey appeared to be dirty.
Isri pulled his hat down further, looked at the ticket he had bought for a ship that wouldn't depart for another two weeks, exhaled a breath of stale air, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then walked toward the nearest ship.
The ship wasn't large, but it was fully equipped. Islam moved quickly and jumped aboard in a few moments. The lights inside the cabin were still on, so Islam went in and knocked a few times.
There was no response from inside. Islam remained calm and knocked a few more times, raising his voice. Only then did the person inside hear him and slowly walk over to open the door.
"What are you doing? We don't sail tonight, get out of here, get out of here!"
The man glanced at Isri, then turned to close the door. Isri, however, wouldn't let him have his way. He stepped forward and blocked the door with a kick, a smile playing on his lips.
"Is this enough for East Asia?"
As he spoke, Isri pulled a small bag of money out of his pocket. When the man saw the bulging bag, his eyes almost lit up, but he managed to keep his composure, took the bag from Isri, and weighed it in his hand.
He muttered to himself, "East Asia? That's a long way off, and it's nighttime now, these things are probably..."
The man didn't speak, but gave Isri a meaningful look. Isri understood, a handsome smile curving his lips. He bent down, opened the box, and began rummaging through it.
Just as Isri opened the box, the man glanced at it by accident and couldn't help but almost jump up in excitement.
The box was filled with almost every valuable item; each one could fetch several thousand dollars. The man stared intently at the box, his mouth practically watering.
Only after Isri closed the box did the man reluctantly look away. When Isri stood up, the man assumed that Isri had already prepared the money for him, and his eyes immediately went to Isri's hands.
But the next second, Isri raised his right hand without hesitation, and a beautiful pure silver pistol was pressed squarely against the forehead of the person in front of him.
Isri raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and asked in a flippant tone, "Can we go now?"
The man swallowed hard, intending to reason with Isri face to face, but when their eyes met, the words he had been holding back became impossible to utter.
Fortunately, the man did not ask for the money back. After realizing that he was out of danger, the boatman quickly hid the money that Islam had given him in his chest, afraid that someone would see it.
The ship set sail, the engine roaring as if protesting its injustice. The people on board, dressed neatly, sat by the window, their expressions returning to their previous state.
His long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on his knees, while a thousand ants seemed to be tearing at his heart. He couldn't wait to see that high and mighty person.
How is that incompetent young master doing outside? In these few short days, how many people has that sacred body encountered?
Islam's brow furrowed even more deeply.
It's too dirty; it can't be cleaned.
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This is a fast ship; what would normally take a week can be covered in just two days.
During the day, Islam spent almost the entire day standing on the deck, gazing at the endless East Asian continent in the distance.
The boatman tried to speak to Isri a few times, because there were only two people on the boat, and it would be too boring if they didn't talk.
After a few attempts, the man gave up, looking at Isri as if he were a complete outsider.
The demon is about to lose his temper.
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A note from the author:
He's here! He's here! He's coming with the cage!
Chapter Seventy-Three
Sehir woke up in the early hours of the next day, his joints feeling like they had been smashed, and any movement was extremely painful.
His head was even more groggy than last night, and everything in front of him was blurry. Cecil raised his hand and gently rubbed his forehead.
It's already very hot.
Sehir let out a sigh of relief, took out the gold coins hidden in his pocket, glanced at them a few times, and then stuffed them back into his pocket.
This gold coin can't be used to buy medicine; it has other uses, like for fevers. He remembered that when he had a fever before, Isri wrapped himself in a blanket and sweated it out, and he felt better.
Thinking this, Cecil pulled the scarf around his neck tighter, wrapping himself up. Living here alone was definitely not an option; he had to sneak into the slums to plan for the future.
It started snowing this morning. Although it wasn't heavy, it was freezing cold. Sesil wasn't dressed very warmly, and now his hands and feet are almost cold.
Sehir walked unsteadily down the road. Early risers sat by the roadside watching the stranger enter, some even exchanging a few words with those around them out of curiosity.
After walking for only a few minutes, Sehir felt extremely tired. He leaned against the wall for a while before continuing forward, clutching the gold coin he had earned tightly in his hand.
His throat was so dry he could barely make a sound, and his mouth ached as soon as he opened it halfway. Sahir frowned slightly and pulled his scarf up a little.
The scarf, which had previously been completely devoid of fragrance, seemed to have a faint scent today. Saisil's lips twitched slightly as she continued walking forward.
After turning several corners, this was probably the deepest part of the slum. Saihir looked around a few times and finally saw an empty room.
Overwhelmed with joy, Saisil quickened his pace unconsciously, walked to the door, looked at the old man sitting next to him, and opened his mouth.
How much does it cost?
The old man looked Cecil up and down, paused, and then said, "Fifty silver coins."
A glint flashed in Sehir's eyes, and his expression became even more excited. Just as he was about to step forward and hand over the gold coins in his hand, suddenly, a few clueless children ran over from a distance and bumped right into Sehir without noticing.
Sehir lost his balance and was knocked to the ground. The child was startled and rushed forward to help Sehir up.