Chapter 509: Killing Intent
When he saw the farmer for the third time, the farmer still apologized enthusiastically at first and asked Thor if he had seen a ten-year-old boy with red hair and a big nose.
Thor looked at the farmer steadily this time and smiled, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen the boy."
The farmer was a little disappointed, but he no longer suspected that Saul was the murderer.
"It's getting late. Why are you standing here? Do you want me to take you into the village to rest for a night?"
Thor readily agreed, "Okay, thank you."
The farmer was very happy. "We haven't had outsiders in our village for a long time. Come on board and sit on the straw. It's soft and won't be crushed."
Thor got in the car, and when he sat down, he took the opportunity to move the straw while arranging the "cushion".
This time there was still no body in the straw.
The carriage rumbled into the small village. When passing the outermost house, Thor saw two strong men standing under the eaves.
They were holding daggers in their hands and were the ones who killed Thor's two guards for the second time.
But this time, when they saw the farmer and Sol sitting in the cart, they just glanced at him casually and then retreated back to the shadow of the eaves to chat.
The farmer's house is not right next to the main road in the middle of the village, but can be reached through a dilapidated path between two houses.
However, his house is a two-story cottage, which is considered a luxurious house among the small houses on the outskirts.
The farmer parked the car in front of the door and invited Thor inside.
The door was bolted from the inside and the farmer couldn't open it.
"It must be my old wife who locked the door. Normally I would go to deliver straw at this time, but I thought you must be hungry, so I came back early." The farmer said with a smile, then raised his rough hand and knocked on the door.
"Coming, coming." The voice coming from the house was a little panicked, followed by the sound of "thump thump" coming down the stairs.
The bolt was taken down, the door opened, and a slightly plump middle-aged peasant woman with a headscarf on her head came out.
"Why did you come back so early today?"
"Why are you so slow?"
After opening the door, the farmer and his wife spoke almost at the same time, with a hint of impatience in their words.
Finally, the peasant woman gave way first. "I was packing upstairs. I heard the noise and ran down. How could I be slow?"
The farmer was not satisfied. "I finally brought a guest here, and you locked the door. Go and serve dinner to my guest."
The peasant woman glanced at Thor, still looking a little flustered. The farmer urged her again, and she went to the small room on the left side of the first floor to prepare the meal.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the peasant woman left, the farmer suddenly looked towards the second floor suspiciously and said, "I'll go upstairs to get a bottle of wine."
Thor actually wanted to say no, but he understood that the farmer's so-called taking wine was just an excuse.
The farmer ran up the stairs in two steps, and the farmer's wife just came out with a bowl and a fork and spoon.
Seeing the farmer go upstairs, she was startled, "What are you doing up there?"
The farmer ignored her completely. The peasant woman chased him for two steps, but still stopped in front of the stairs.
"Don't mess up the warehouse again!" The peasant woman put the tableware on the table in the living room.
Her hands were shaking and she was obviously very nervous.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the second floor, followed by chaos, and then Thor saw a dark shadow falling from the window beside him.
When Thor approached the window, he saw a strange young man lying on the ground with a familiar iron fork stuck in his neck.
Before Thor could sigh that this was yet another ethical drama, the resentful voice of the peasant woman was heard behind him.
"It's all your fault!"
Thor turned around and saw the peasant woman rushing towards him with a pronged fork in her hand.
"Can you blame me for this?" Thor, who already knew that the person here was not simple, immediately activated his magic power.
"If you weren't coming as a guest, he wouldn't have come back early!"
A black blade appeared behind the peasant woman.
But when the blade fell, it was still blocked by the invisible barrier.
"It seems that it is not a matter of sneak attack or not." Thor already knew the outcome this time, but he still tried hard to jump out of the window to escape.
However, at the moment he decided to escape, the peasant woman, who was still two or three meters away from him, came to him in the blink of an eye, and thrust the fork into Thor's eyes, piercing his brain.
Thor: “…”
Herman: [It hurts just looking at it! ]
Thor thought he would die instantly, but he remained conscious for more than ten seconds.
During this time, he saw the peasant woman dragging herself by her legs into the hut on the left.
That was the kitchen, and as soon as Thor entered, he saw a stove.
The peasant woman then turned around and lifted up Thor by the head, and Thor saw what was inside the stove.
A pot of bubbling thick soup whose ingredients were impossible to tell, with several red hairs floating on top.
"It's just right, it's time to change the original soup base." The peasant woman muttered, pulled out the knife from the chopping board, and swung it down fiercely! [You are cooked. ]
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Thor: "Why is she still in the mood to cook? Shouldn't she wait for the farmer to come down and then kill him or be killed by him?"
Agu: [It may be because the people in this village are abnormal. ]
Standing outside the village again, Thor no longer looked at the images on the golden pages.
Even he couldn't bear to watch this scene, and the other consciousnesses also skipped over this topic.
Morton: [Master, this is the fourth time I have come here. Do you feel that your mental or magical power has been depleted?]
Thor knew what Morton was worried about. "Every time I start over, I check my physical condition. But until now, there has been no loss."
Agu: [I don't have to pay any price? How scary. 】
Herman was puzzled. [Why is it so scary if you don't have to pay a price?]
"Because free things are the most expensive. But this is not the most important thing right now." Thor said, and then he stood there waiting for the farmer to drive the carriage past him.
What happened next was the same as the third time, and Thor accepted the farmer's invitation to enter the village.
On the way, Thor thought about the three times he died before.
"Every time I died, it was because someone wanted to kill me."
Morton: [I noticed that, too. Perhaps the rule of this place is that people with murderous intentions cannot be confronted?]
"It's possible. I only killed the farmer the second time. At that time, I had just recovered from the first time I was killed and resurrected, so it was natural for me to kill the farmer."
But after thinking about it, Thor shook his head again, "But when I saw other people attacking me, I also had murderous intentions, but I still couldn't hurt them. And from the attempt just now, it can be seen that sneak attacks are useless. So just having murderous intentions may not work. But it is basically certain that once other people have murderous intentions towards me, I will not survive."
Herman: [It is too difficult to prevent everyone from having murderous intentions towards the master. It is obvious that everyone here has a problem with their brain circuits! ]
Thor crossed his fingers, "I have a new idea."
At this time, the farmer stopped the carriage in front of his house and said, "This is my home. Do you want to come in and rest for a night?"
Thor jumped off the carriage and patted the grass seeds and needles under him. "Thank you, but I want to go to the street and buy some things first."
The farmer frowned, "Then you should be careful when you are alone. Little Claude has just disappeared for a few days. Maybe the bad guys are still in the village."
Thor nodded, "I'll be careful this time."
Thor left the farmer, and the latter did not go home immediately, but chose to deliver the goods first.
Thor watched the farmer's carriage leave, looked back at the second floor of the farmer's house, said nothing, and left.
"Can you give me a silver coin?"
While walking on the road, Thor was suddenly stopped by a cute little girl about seven or eight years old.
Considering that people here are willing to kill when they are unhappy, Thor did not ignore her just because she was young.
"May I ask first, what do you want the silver coins for?"
"My friend Little Claude has been missing for many days. I need silver coins to hire a car to go out and look for him!" The little girl puffed out her chest and said confidently.
(End of this chapter)
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