Chapter 505 – The Blood-Soaked White Coat.
For Quikhod, Parsiphenia was a proud homeland.
‘Crossing the red earth.’
‘Beyond the vast grassland.’
A land where their ancestors have chosen and settled down after crossing over barren lands since long ago.
‘The grace of the moon, the grace of the clouds.’
‘Blessed is the land below.’
Blessed from time immemorial, it has an extremely beautiful nature, a terrain that is easy to defend, and even natural resources that are in short supply.
‘White clothes, blue heart.’
‘Our hometown.’
Although there was a downside to dragons invading from time to time, for them it simply added to their sense of duty to protect their hometown.
‘I will protect it. ‘I will keep it.’
‘I bet my heart under a green tree.’
No matter what their opponent was or who they were, they were confident that they would defeat them and protect their homeland, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.
It must have been like that.
‘They’re still using that military song.’
As he passed by, Quikhod watched the parade led by the honor guard, marking the complete end of the wreath offering ceremony. Perhaps marches are continuing in other districts as well.
However, behind the march they were leading was a large platform-shaped palanquin filled with white flowers, and on top of it was a fat woman sitting on a chair wearing an ill-fitting white dress.
Even though no one is responding properly except for the wind catcher, its thick flesh clings to the surroundings and is waving something that cannot be determined whether it is an arm or a hand.
Looking at it from a distance, it was so bizarre that you had to wonder if it even had a face, even though it was obvious that it was smiling.
‘It would be a disaster in other districts as well.’
It was fortunate that he came to the eastern part in person. Elsewhere, a portrait of that woman would be up on her chair, but she would be able to see her face that much better.
Unfortunately, the procession did not end there. Behind the hideous thing was a palanquin-shaped palanquin decorated more extravagantly with red flowers.
‘The President has passed away.’
Not for me, but for everyone to see. There was a portrait of her in a large frame, depicting her wrinkled and ugly face with a laughable lack of beautification.
“…”
Ki Haut watched the scene in silence and then walked back.
‘It’s not my job anymore.’
Even though I pointed a knife at his neck at least once, I wasn’t even given the qualifications to fight that person now. The unsuccessful rebellion made him a defeated soldier.
The cause of defeat was clear. Even though a terrible future awaited people, their own safety was more important to them, and Quikhod simply did not understand that fact.
‘It’s already out of my hands.’
He walked out through the streets alone among the people watching the procession with bleary eyes. Because he had more important things to attend to right now.
As I walked down the alley and along the road leading inward, I often came across houses that seemed to be complicated and tangled together due to lack of proper zoning.
Thinking that if Key Haute hadn’t memorized the route, he would have gotten lost a long time ago, he followed the faint scent of medicine and finally arrived at his destination.
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The humming sound coming from beyond the iron door, which was rusty here and there but had no signs of being broken, let me know that the owner of the house was there.
-Truntle!
When I knocked on the door, the noise caused by the metal of the gauntlet colliding with it stopped my snoring, and I heard footsteps approaching the door.
Grumble! Seeing the small window open just for the eyes to look through reminded him of the prison gates, but he couldn’t help it.
“Oh, who is this? Isn’t it our leader?”
Because they had actually taken the entire prison door off. After checking him out through the small window, his wide eyes widened, and the sound of an iron door opening was heard.
“Even if you don’t call me that.”
“Hehe, those guys call themselves whatever they want, so shouldn’t we use a more familiar title too?”
“Whew, how on earth do you find out?”
His armor tended to change frequently. Even the smallest decorations and weapons were changed with great care, so as long as he was wearing a helmet, no one would recognize him.
“Did you tell me? You have a unique atmosphere. It’s the same as when it smells like dirt when it rains.”
“I don’t think it’s a very good reason…”
As someone who had to hide, being discovered was a very sensitive issue.
Haha, that’s enough. Come in.”
The dark space filled with the smell of bubbling medicinal herbs was a familiar place to him.
“So what’s the matter? Is there another friend in pain?”
“It’s not that, but there’s something I want you to know.”
“This…”
His expression hardens when Quikhod hands him the medicine along with the syringe he got from the doctor.
“Alonso, do you have any guesses?”
“If my guess is correct…”
Alonso immediately removed all the flasks left on his desk and cleaned the glass tubes. It didn’t take long before the drug was added to the empty flask.
“I’m just saying this just in case, but make sure you wear a gas mask.”
While waiting for the results, a white precipitate formed at the bottom of the flask.
“Tsk, the problem is that bad premonitions are always accurate.”
“Did you find out what the drug was?”
“Yeah, you brought something really terrible.”
He used a glass rod to dip the powder, put it on his tongue, frowned, and spit it out.
“What kind of bastard did you get this from?”
“He was a doctor wearing a gas mask.”
“Whew, are they those quacks?”
Alonso looked at the powder in the flask with a confused expression.
“Even the alchemists have gone as far as they can. They’re selling this stuff as medicine.”
“What kind of medicine is this…”
“Have you ever heard of Heros?”
As he responded by tapping the flask to collect its contents so as not to break it, Kihod became more suspicious.
“Wait a minute, as far as I know, it sure wasn’t a cheap drug, right? Why is that?”
Well, Heros is a type of drug extracted from a plant that commonly grows near Pasiphenia, and it is a product that can be obtained quite easily.
“Why? It’s a business.”
As if to show off, Alonso poured the contents of the flask into a spoon and poured in enough water to prevent it from overflowing. Next, place the spoon over the candle and slowly stir it with a stick to dissolve it in water.
“Now, if you put this in a vial like this. Ta-da! Doesn’t it look amazing?”
“They’re selling something like this for 5 gold coins?”
“What can we do? Even things like syringes can only be used by wealthy people.”
Heros was a cheap drug that barely made it to 5 rounds of Dongwha. It could be said that syringes are sold more expensively than drugs.
“You get sick of that notoriety, don’t you think?”
“I’m going crazy.”
The reason Heros is a cheap drug is because it is far more dangerous and dependent than any other drug.
“Other drugs are a problem, but once you use this, it’s over. What kind of friend used this?”
“…It’s not a friend, it’s a witch. It looks like someone injected it with that drug.”
“…Well, I guess I’ll have to let go of one more poor soul.”
Alonso gently closed his eyes. Soon he returned to the inn, and the madam seemed busy preparing dinner, so he headed to the room where the girl was lying alone.
“Ugh, ugh.”
Kihot watched Pirika sleeping while groaning, then sighed and looked at the medicine bottles filled in the bag.
‘Listen carefully. ‘You should administer this same drug slowly, reducing the amount by 1g, at least once a day for a month.’
You may feel that it is not enough and crave more medicine, but you must reduce the amount and slowly reduce your dependence on the medicine by half.
‘Have there been any successful cases of quitting medication with this?’
‘Well. Historically, there were probably one or two people.’
Alonso, despite his inquiries, did not guarantee success. Because it was such a dangerous and problematic drug.
‘That’s terrible.’
Kihod inserted a syringe into the largest bottle of medicine at the moment, pulled the piston to remove the contents, and looked at the girl’s arm. Arms so delicate that the veins are visible.
“Huh, huh. Huh.”
When the needle was inserted into her, her face was in pain, but as the contents began to be injected, she slowly calmed down and began to make comfortable, even breathing sounds.
This may be because the withdrawal symptoms have been relieved to some extent. But I knew this wouldn’t last long. Even if the amount is just a little short, withdrawal symptoms will come sooner.
‘So don’t blame yourself too much even if you fail.’
He turned his back on Pirica, remembering Alonso’s last words of advice as he returned.
‘I know. ‘There are so many things in this world that I cannot control.’
Quikhod left and the girl barely managed to breathe evenly, and peace returned to the room.
-Clap.
There was someone who stepped into her once again.
“Saeaksaek.”
He looked at the girl, who was still sweating coldly but looked stable, and soon noticed the needle marks on her arms and climbed onto the bed.
The uninvited guest, who didn’t pay attention to the fact that the bed was already occupied by the owner, didn’t stop there and took off the blanket, revealing his white and smooth legs.
The girl under the blanket was wearing panties.
“Ok.”
Pirika frowned at the feeling of emptiness that came over her as the blanket disappeared, but she did not open her eyes.
“Seuuu.”
“Ugh…”
The uninvited guest noticed the sweat-soaked underwear that defenselessly exposed the outline of an ax-mark-like mound, put his nose in there, tasted the smell, and dragged it down.
“Chuuuuup!”
“Tsk.”
It was an instant before the girl’s white crack, which was revealed, was covered by her wet tongue.
