Blade

Fishing is an important source of food and economy for Harrison Port. When the fish tide comes in April, in order to deal with the large amount of fresh fish caught, most of the labor force in the entire port will go to help, processing and pickling in front of the long table.

When the live fish is served, the first person is responsible for chopping off the fish head, and then passing it to the second person, the second person cuts open the fish belly to remove the internal organs, and then passes it to the third person, who removes the fish bones and throws the fish body with only fish meat left into a large bucket filled with salt water and blessed by the priest of Huaiguang Church to pickle for a whole day.

Finally, the pickled fish meat will be sent to an open place to dry in the next few days and sold to various chambers of commerce.

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

Although his sister would nag him to save more money to take care of himself when he was old, he never cared. The tips were soon used by him to buy black mushrooms and were spent in a short time.

And now.

The stench of fish blood and sea salt mixed into his nose, and he could only hear the buzzing of mosquitoes.

When Osenna woke up, he found himself firmly trapped on the long table used to process salted fish at home, with his hands, feet and even eyes tied up with ropes and cloth, unable to move.

The reason for discovering the latter was that he heard the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings in his ears, and Osenna subconsciously wanted to slap the hateful flying insect to death, which is the instinct of any human being.

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

It was simply the greatest torture.

The long table, which had handled who knows how many fish, still had a strong fishy and slightly rancid smell. Tied to it, Osenna almost vomited, but because his mouth was also blocked by a piece of linen, he could only whimper and make a dull and almost inaudible sound.

At this moment, he was just like the sea fish that had been handled by his own assembly line in the past, placed on this long table and slaughtered.

--What's going on? What happened to me?

At first, Osenna didn't understand his situation, but soon, with the lingering flower fragrance in his mouth and nose, he recalled what was going on.

Yes... It was his nephew, Ian.

That brat attacked with his sleeping powder and knocked him down by throwing a bag of lime.

He tied himself to the table, and he didn't know what he was going to do...

After confirming that it was Ian, Osenna was confused: "How did he find my sleeping powder?"

You know, sleeping powder is a rare material that plays an important role in many situations. It is a controlled item of the Empire and is quite rare. Ordinary hunters don't use it at all.

If you really use it, the harvest from a hunt may not be as valuable as the sleeping powder. It is a material used for rare and exotic animals whose fur cannot be damaged by a knife.

I was able to obtain a lot of it by relying on the relationship with the natives, and I hid it very carefully on weekdays, for fear of being discovered.

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

He didn't know that in Ian's foresight, the big bag of sleeping powder was like a highlighted and transparent mark, so it was easy to find it.

"Woo, woo"

At this moment, Osenna was still struggling. He felt that the rope on his wrist had loosened a little. After all, he knew that the ropes in his family were all old stuff that had been used for seven or eight years.

In the past, he had always used some second-hand small things from his sister, Ian's mother, and never bought them himself.

After Ian's family declined, Osenna, who could not get any wool, did not refurbish these unused small things.

"Dare to plot against me..."

Osenna gnashed his teeth in hatred. The reason why he bullied Ian was that the child could not pose a threat to him. Even if he resisted, he could easily beat him down. He would not worry about it when he took action, but was quite relieved.

But now, the nephew who he originally regarded as harmless suddenly showed his fangs and bit him. This feeling made him feel ashamed and afraid.

"If Ian just wants to avoid being beaten, then you can agree to it first. He's just a kid, so just lie to him."

Osenna rubbed the rope in his hand hard, trying to break it free, but it would obviously take some time.

However, he had made up his mind. No matter whether he could break the rope or not, he would kill Ian after he tricked him into untying him. At that time, he would sell the body directly to the forest natives, and make excuses to the outside world by saying that Ian ran out of the port to play and disappeared.

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

But the towers are for internal use only, not for external use. In this case, it is not uncommon for children to sneak out. A few years ago, there were children who were taken away by wild beasts by the river. No matter how much they are forbidden, there will always be people who run out.

Just like himself. Otherwise, he would not have been able to secretly hook up with the natives outside the city.

Thump, thump, thump.

At this moment, footsteps were heard on the old wooden board.

Osenna subconsciously opened his eyes wide. 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 any sound. He could not agree to the conditions, deceive or beg for mercy.

Until this time, Osenna suddenly felt a chill -

Ian blocked his mouth. Did he not intend to communicate with him at all?

"Woo woo"

Osenna immediately struggled violently, moving up and down. He squirmed his body like a worm. 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 that there was a sharp pain coming from the center of his palm.

Dongdongdong

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

"Woo"

Osenna's eyes widened. If his mouth was not filled with cotton wool, the severe pain might make him bite off his tongue, but even so, his breathing became disordered. He rolled his eyes and fainted for a short time.

When he woke up again, he heard a sound that frightened him to the point of madness.

It was the sound of sharpening a knife.

Click, click, click.

The fish-cutting knife was being sharpened. For a moment, Osenna's mind even appeared the scene of sea fish being headed off neatly and then being disemboweled and deboned.

Instantly, he was frightened to the point of incontinence.

"Alas."

It was not until then that Osenna could hear a childish sigh: "You shouldn't wake up, uncle. It's good to go in a daze."

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

"I really didn't expect you to be so easy to deal with, so there is still plenty of time, don't worry."

While sharpening the knife, the boy said in a cheerful tone with a little fear and emotion: "To be honest, I was really nervous before I tied you up... It was too lucky, too lucky, it was 10,000 times smoother than I thought. After all, no matter how carefully prepared, the success rate is not 100%, and I will die if I make a slight mistake."

"I originally planned that you would not inhale the sleeping powder, so I specially repaired the corridor and made a wooden trap."

Wooden trap? Even though his palms were in great pain and his whole body was trembling with fear, Osenna couldn't help but think of the scene in the corridor of his own house.

——Indeed, there was a wooden board in the middle of the corridor that was soaked and damaged, and there was a sunken mud pit underneath. Because of his disabled legs, if he was accidentally tripped, he would definitely fall hard.

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

"In addition, I also put a tripwire in the kitchen, which is enough to deal with you."

Ian's voice came again, interrupting his uncle's delusion, but because Osenna's heartbeat was too fast, it was a little distorted, and he couldn't hear it clearly: "If you are smart enough to see through and avoid the sleeping powder, the puddle and the tripwire, then in the end I can only try to use the pitchfork, taking advantage of your inconvenience in turning around to stab you to death."

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

The pitchfork...

Osenna still remembers that when he was a child, some elders who lived in the imperial capital told a few jokes about sublimators, including the story of a demon hunter who was killed by several farmers with pitchforks...

Although it was just a joke, the demon hunter was not simply killed by the pitchfork, but it was enough to show how powerless human flesh and blood are when facing pitchforks.

"In fact, even if I can't kill you with all my preparations... I have also prepared a way to die together with you."

Finally, the boy said faintly: "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 avoid all the traps and the pitchfork can't kill you, I will set this house on fire and die with you."

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

The boy stood up.

"Woo, woo"

He really smelled the smell of algae oil with a fishy smell, and the temperature of the brazier followed. Endless fear immediately overwhelmed Osenna's heart, and he suddenly knew his own ending.

-A nephew who had prepared so many plans and wanted to kill him even if they died together, how could he give himself a chance to escape and a chance to survive?

He said so much just to test his reaction, to confirm whether he had accomplices, whether he had a backup plan... He was sure that he would not have too much trouble if he died.

So, the man began to struggle violently, the wooden table creaked, and he seemed to want to say something.

- I am still useful, I still know a lot of things, why those natives are anxious for blood sacrifice, why the defense of Harrison Port is weak recently, why there are fewer and fewer caravans recently, why the Viscount is depressed recently, the storm eight years ago...

He really knows a lot.

But it is useless.

"Are you scared? Be scared."

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

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

The watery eyes flashed in the darkness, and with them, the blade rose.

"I won't show mercy to you."

Puff, puff.

The sound of steel tearing flesh.