I decided to try my luck in the town, and I also needed a reliable source of information. I recalled the content and techniques taught in the makeup class at the college, and smeared the mandibles on both sides dark, which made my face look worse than before.

A few points smaller.

I used the same technique to make my forehead a little shorter, to make myself look as different as possible from the one in the wanted poster. As for the red hair, I couldn't get rid of it. I didn't have any dye on hand, so I painted it black with mud to make it look more attractive.

Too deliberate. I hope no one will tell me just because of my red hair.

I adjusted my clothes, showing the curiosity and arrogance of a nobleman on his first long journey, and walked slowly along the official roads of the empire, waiting for a suitable target to appear.

I was walking on the official road that faced north and south. From time to time, luxurious carriages or steam locomotives would fly past me, but they were not my target. I still walked forward leisurely until I saw a car that was slightly behind me.

A shabby carriage loaded with goods passed by me.

"Hey! You stupid guy! Stop the car!" I waved vigorously and stopped the burly driver who was driving the car. He looked to be three or four years older than me at most.

I walked up to him arrogantly, "Master," I looked at their car with a slightly disgusted look, "I can reluctantly borrow your car and take me to the first town in the north.

, it has to be a town, not a village, do you understand?"

The big coachman looked at me with an expression that seemed confused and a little angry. The man next to him who looked like his father hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and bowed to me, "It's a great honor for me, young master."

He glanced at me cautiously, "If you don't mind," he patted his sleeves and pointed to the carriage, "please sit here."

I felt happy, but I still pretended to be annoyed and snorted, "Are you going to let me wallow in that pile of dirty goods?"

He wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeves, and his waist tightened. "Yes, yes," he apologized repeatedly, "I was the one who neglected you. I'm very sorry, Powell!" He turned around and called his son,

"Hurry up and get in the back."

Powell reluctantly let go of the reins, rolled into the rear carriage, and sat in the corner holding a package.

"My name is Lev," Lev picked up the reins, "Who is your Excellency?"

I felt sorry for my behavior from the bottom of my heart, but I still glanced at him with disdain from the corner of my eye, "William Tell," and I immediately added: "You may not have heard of it, and I don't blame you."

Lev nodded solemnly and said no more.

The carriage drove along the official road for nearly half an hour and took me to Bloomington, a small town a hundred miles away from the imperial capital.

This is a small town. I guess most of the people in the town make a living from agriculture or simple business. My red hair still brings me a little trouble. I can feel a lot of people walking on the street.

They are all looking at me.

I chose to stare back. For a nobleman, it is very uncomfortable to be stared at by others. William Tell is no exception.

I pushed open the door of the hotel, and a bard was singing some kind of narrative ballad by the fire. I felt a sense of intimacy. How long had it been since I heard such a ballad?

So I stopped and listened, and heard something I didn't expect:

"The red-haired boy's whole body was ignited with flames, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils, looking at Pidgeskeim across from him," he told the story in half-read, half-singed sentences, and played the lute from time to time, "Listen

Come on! The young man spoke with an extremely angry voice: 'You Pidge, you can actually recognize my true body? And be careful, my breath will fall from the sky along with the flames.'"

He used a mixture of Gothic and common language words and continued to sing: "The young man flew up into the air and suddenly spoke again: 'So that you can teach you that I am the red dragon Saren!' After the young man finished speaking, he raised his head and roared.

, the world was filled with dragon roars like thunder, and the young man transformed in the roar, and a red dragon that covered the sky and the sun flew into the sky."

"The red dragon Saren flew into the sky. He took a breath, and a majestic breath of flames came from the sky. In the dazzling torrent of flames, a faint trace of purple light could be seen. That was the mage Piqi, he...

"

I shook my head and had no desire to continue listening. It turned out that the rumor spread faster than I expected. Even people here started talking about it. They even called me "Red Dragon" Saren! And in the story

I'm a villain, I'm not a dragon, and this isn't good news. This largely shows that the general public thinks I'm guilty, so the bards here tell stories about me being the villain.

"It's you!" An angry shout interrupted the bard's narration. Everyone in the hall looked over. It was a middle-aged man. He was pointing at me, "You are "Red Dragon" Saren.

, I won’t mistake that face!”

I screamed in my heart, but I still tried to confuse it, "You are mistaken, stupid pig!" I pretended to be an offended noble, "I am William Tell, not some "Red Dragon" Saren!"

"Are you pretending to be a noble? Tsk, tsk, tsk, I have to say, it looks quite similar, but I saw you in the Thieves Guild a few years ago, and I won't admit it." The man shook his head at me mockingly.

I planned to retreat, but everyone else in the hall gathered around me, "Are you really Saren the Red Dragon?" The bard looked at me suspiciously, then suddenly showed an expression of realization.

I feel cold in my heart. I am so familiar with that expression. It is the expression you will show when you meet a familiar person on the street and recognize him little by little. Where has he seen me? I don’t have to think about this problem.

Get the answer.

More and more people showed that expression, and they surrounded me. "He is Saren!" I heard a woman in the crowd shout.

"He was allowed to escape," my former colleague on the outskirts of the Thieves Guild shouted as he walked out of the hotel, "I'll call the town militia."

"Get out of the way," I shook my head in distress, "I don't want to hurt you, but if I am cornered, I swear I will do something bad, so please get out of the way while you still have the chance."

"Are you allowed to go to other places to do evil again? You evil dragon!" The bard was the first to come forward and took out the dagger from his waist. "You don't want to go anywhere today!"

I sighed, I don't like hurting others or killing people at will, but I really have no choice.

"auir." I called out to the flame in a low voice, which in a sense was more like a sigh. As usual, the flame responded to me instantly, and I could feel the abundant fire element surrounding me.

I didn't use any runes, I roughly used my mental power to swirl the flames around my body, and then walked out.

But people are always stupid. If you are the villain they think, then that stupidity is doubled. If you happen to have a large bounty on your head, then double that.

Then the first fool who was dazzled by greed and justice appeared. The bard raised his dagger and stabbed me. The next second, the flames surrounding me wrapped around him, and he instantly turned into a bright man.

Human-shaped torches, and blood-curdling screams echoed in the night sky.

The tragic situation in front of me made others sober up a little, but I still underestimated the role of the thousand gold Pu'er.

"Come together and kill this evil dragon!" I heard a man shout.

A group of people rushed towards me one after another. For God's sake, they didn't even have a decent weapon. I even saw the woman holding her bun and stabbing me.

This was no different from committing suicide. I slowly walked out of the hotel, behind me were a lot of human bodies that were still burning or had been burned to ashes.

The streets were empty and silent, and it looked like the town's militiamen hadn't arrived yet. I felt a little better, but the next second a big ball of blood burst out on my shoulder.

There was a sharp pain in my shoulder, and I knew what it was, the Imperial rifle.

The regular soldiers of the empire have arrived, but I still underestimated the enemy too much.

No, it’s not that it’s already here, it’s always there.

After I figured it out, I immediately deployed a flame shield, and the next second there were five ripples on the shield, which meant that at least five bullets were fired at me at that moment.

Then I saw imperial soldiers emerging from the shadows one after another. They were wearing black uniforms, just like the night. They were holding submachine guns or rifles in their hands. Some soldiers were even holding military dogs. .

I looked back and saw that a large number of imperial soldiers had appeared behind me. They seemed to be well prepared. I thought in my mind that this time maybe there was no way out.

"Suspect Saren Novus, you are now suspected of murdering six people, including five loyal imperial guards and one of your classmates, Sally Nolan. At the same time, there is enough evidence to prove that you are a non-human race, so according to imperial law I will arrest you and bring you to the imperial capital to await trial."

"If you resist arrest," the soldier who announced to me paused, and then said murderously, "shoot him to death on the spot."

"Now, Suspect Salenovis," he looked up at me, "make your choice."

"Bah." I spat at him.

"Very good." The soldier was still neither happy nor angry. "The suspect Sarenowis resisted arrest. According to Article 3, Article 8, Article 37, Article 37 of the Imperial Law, he will be shot to death immediately."

All the soldiers raised their guns at that moment, but I was faster than them. I found that concentrating allowed me to temporarily move faster or, in other words, slow down everything around me.

I turned sideways and stretched out one hand to face the imperial soldiers in front, and the other hand to the rear. I had never tried this before, but it was better to obey the authority when the matter was urgent than to return to the imperial capital and let others slaughter me honestly. , I choose to take a gamble.

"zuyk!" I shouted the name of the wind at the highest volume, and drew runes with both hands at the same time. Two whirlwind rune shields formed in an instant, protecting my two wings.

The next second, a storm of bullets came towards me, but they were all caught by the cyclone shield. Even so, my brain was still shaking wildly in an instant, as if the impact of those bullets were all transmitted to my brain, rushing left and right. sudden.

I don’t know how many bullets were fired at that moment. I guessed it must be a lot because my brain was about to collapse. A strange and bizarre world took shape in my mind. A rainbow seemed to appear in front of my eyes, and various colors appeared in my eyes. appear in turn in the field of vision.

I can barely feel my head. That's not a metaphor, but I can't really feel it anymore. I mean, the brain, cerebellum, and brainstem may still be there, but my mental power and the world inside my head are shattered.

I still underestimated the impact of so many bullets. Now my brain is about to collapse and destroy itself. All the feelings, sight, touch and taste have almost disappeared. The owner of this brain is responsible for all this.

Then I thought of Terrazo and Sally's smiling face, "You just decided to give up like this!?" I heard myself asking myself, "Cheer up, you useless waste!"

Then Peach's stinky face and a cloud of confusion appeared in my mind, "Pidge Skeim Strader? Are you going to let them go on like this and let out a winner's laugh on your corpse?"

"

I looked at Peach in my mind standing on my corpse, giving out his signature disgusting smile, "No!" I roared in my heart, as if this could release the pressure in my head.

I have to say that it did have some effect. My head began to spin. Although it was still disgusting, it was much better than the previous chaos. At least my feeling was back.

"Now it's my turn," I thought in my mind, trying my best to mobilize the remaining mental power. "Let's have a taste of your bullets! Bastards!" I shouted, and all the bullets captured by the shield were in the air.

They were ejected under the reaction force, and the speed was much faster than when they were shot out. The wind element was no joke.

The street turned into a bloody hell in the next second. I couldn't see the results of each bullet, but I guessed that each of these pointed bullets penetrated at least three to four enemies, or more.

I saw the soldier who spoke to me was shot into a sieve full of holes by bullets, and fell motionless to the ground. Blood gurgled from the wounds and pooled in a pool under him.

I now roughly know how many bullets they fired. After I saw their tragic situation, more than half of the soldiers, both front and back, were shot like this. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the blood flowed along the blue stone slabs of the road.

The cracks spread, painting a large area an unknown red.

A few lucky guys were not shot in the vital parts, and their bodies were still full of holes. If no one came to save them, they would probably bleed to death soon.

I walked between them, and my ears were filled with the painful groans of the wounded, mixed with a burst of noise. I turned my head and looked towards the source of the sound. It was a wounded soldier. His left calf and left arm were shot through.

, was crawling on the ground with a frightened face at the moment, as if trying to stay away from me.

"Devil, devil..." I heard him whisper to himself, his tone was helpless and frightened, his eyes widened, as if I was a real devil.
To be continued...