Chapter 310: Chapter 227: Blood
August 14, 9:30 a.m., East Borough. Sureste Street.
Sitting alone at a table, Adryan Kenway in his disguise lifted the cup of bitter coffee and took a small sip. His brow furrowed slightly at the bitterness.
'Yep, sweet always wins.' The man thought as he calmly set the cup down and sighed.
'Still better than Tea...' He thought with some disgust inwardly.
Cracking his neck and letting out a little moan of pleasure, he popped a spoonful of the scrambled egg into his mouth but again frowned slightly.
'And they went overboard with the salt... This sort of thing is why I cook my food.'
His sensitive tongue suffered a little from the excess salt and burnt egg, to cleanse a little of the food taste he took another sip of his coffee.
The bitterness of the black liquid washed away the salt from the scrambled egg.
Sighing again, Adryan finished his meal, and paying for the food he left Truqueda Cup with a calm step.
As usual, the streets were loaded with people at this time of the morning.
Oddly enough it was a sunny day, there weren't many clouds so it was a considerably warm morning.
Of course, it's not like the heat was a problem for him now.
It had already been 1 week since he killed Qilangos and a bounty had been placed on his head.
10,000 pounds was an amount that would make even the most disinterested pay a little more attention when someone passed by him.
With the drawing that came with the promised reward, it wouldn't be too hard to find. After all, even though the Adryan in the drawing was skinnier, the face was decently close to the real thing.
And even if that failed, his red hair and eyes were impossible to ignore. Standing out like a flame in the dark.
Plus the sheer activity of the churches in East Borough would make it impossible for him to hide easily.
The reward, the vigilance, and with so many eyes looking for him. There was no safe place in Backlund.
Finding Adryan Kenway should have been a matter of 1 or 3 days.
But Adryan was not 'Adryan' now.
An average face with tanned skin and bayam features, a scar running down from his black eyebrow to his brown eyes whose whites had a yellowish tinge. A simple brown jacket with a torn gray shirt, and ugly pants added to the drunken image.
A sideways smile showed a bit of crooked, yellowish teeth, far from the perfect whites of his true appearance.
If anyone saw him now no one would think he was the handsome and dangerous Adryan Kenway, just another drunk Jhon on the street among the tens of thousands like him.
Thinking about how the Churches were looking for him like crazy, Adryan couldn't help but let out a chuckle. His voice had also changed becoming coarser and more bitter.
'They sure are running around like headless dogs, I bet all my savings they think I'm hiding in Cherwood Borough~ Hiding in the dark shivering like I'm a scared little git!' the man thought mockingly as he shook his head internally.
'Sure, it would be crazy that the most wanted man in all of Backlund is hiding in the most controlled area of all and walking around in broad daylight! Who would be crazy enough to do that?' Adryan shouted sarcastically in his mind.
Shaking his head, the smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by a more disinterested expression.
'Flora should wake up soon... I didn't know she had a sleeping beauty complex. 7 days sleeping...' Adryan thought as the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Being alone with no one to talk to was certainly extremely annoying.
And also because he missed bothering Miss Worm but that's beside the point.
Arriving at the corner of Southeast Street and seeing the classic newspaper boy, he pulled out of one of his pockets a pennie as he approached the young man.
A few feet away from the boy Adryan froze completely, every hair on his body stood on end. His blood froze in his veins and his pupils shrank to tiny dots.
Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump!
He felt and heard his heartbeat skyrocket, icy blood pumping in his veins.
All his senses were triggered to the absolute limit, the fight or flight reflex screamed like never before.
His head spun so fast to the other side of the sidewalk that it seemed like he was always looking there.
On the other side of the sidewalk and with a completely crazy look on his face, a dirty man with a crooked smile looked at him as if he had found his greatest wish.
This man extended towards him what seemed to be a Charm of a strange blood-red color!
In that instant, Adryan knew he had been discovered!
"Shit!"
Without even thinking and in less than 2 seconds he put on the Burnt Band and Vecchio Pomodoro simultaneously, he gave a mighty leap backwards.
But it was already too late!
Seeing his target try to escape, Jhon Lennon shouted in Ancient Hermes "DOOR!"
The charm in the Werewolf's hand glowed with crimson radiance...
The red-haired man's mind turned to mush and his vision blurred as hatred and great sadness welled up inside him, dazing him in place and taking away precious seconds.
Something deep inside Adryan roared, an unknown instinct that begged and cried disconsolately.
<Run away! Flee! Run away! Run away!>
<Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!>
It all happened so fast that despite his reflexes the red-haired man could barely see it even though all his attention was on the man.
The arm of the man holding the Charm swelled grotesquely and turned a flesh-red color. The man's euphoric expression faded and was replaced by absolute terror before his face and body also swelled and turned the same blood color.
Not a second later, the swollen body exploded but instead of blood flying into the air all the blood and flesh came together and formed a door of flesh.
The charm, which at no time stopped glowing crimson, embedded itself in the middle of the flesh door and it glowed even brighter.
The flesh door opened revealing an unknown void inside and an enormous force began to push him towards it.
The people standing near the door began to be sucked in and disappeared into the void of the door!
Immediately seeing that, the people farther away screamed as they fled.
Not having that luxury due to the closeness and fighting against that force, Adryan planted his feet on the ground and tried to retreat but the force kept growing.
He tried to use a shadow jump but Burnt Band was not responding!
His eyes lowered in alarm to his left bicep and he watched in astonishment as what once looked like a burnt bandana now looked more like a living shadow writhing on his arm!
By reflex, he lowered his gaze to his right hand where Vecchio Pomodoro was and a horrible feeling was born in his stomach.
The theatrical masks, each one of them froze in an eternal scream and blood fell from its eyes.
His eyes immediately moved to Creeping Hunger on his left hand and he watched in disbelief as the glove returned to its human skin appearance and Chicho's seal manifested again and was releasing sparks!
It only took him less than a second to see all his artifacts fail but as soon as he noticed that he acted accordingly.
Extending his hand towards the flesh door, a huge torrent of orange fire exploded with power as he raised his foot, and another smaller, more controlled torrent of fire was expelled.
He planned to destroy the door as he fled!
But to his shock, the door completely swallowed the huge torrent of fire as if it was nothing!
Not only that but the suction became stronger and tried to pull him in even harder.
Growling, Adryan formed a spear and a rope of fire. Throwing the spear as far as he could he watched in a daze as it barely left his hand the spear spun in the air and was swallowed by the door.
Seeing this, he immediately cut the fire rope and before he could think of what to do to escape the door glowed even brighter!
The suction force was so strong that his feet left the ground and he flew towards the door.
Adryan tried to fight the force but it was useless and with the feeling of emptiness growing in his stomach, he found himself powerless.
His body didn't even make it through the door when all he could see was absolute darkness.
The instant Adryan Kenway was swallowed, the flesh door closed in satisfaction and stopped emitting that crimson glow.
With a wet plap! The door lost its shape and flesh and blood fell to the ground.
Southeast Street was never as empty as it was now.
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