Chapter 120: There are elves flowing in their bodies

"By the time you read this letter, I think I will be dead.

Because if I weren't dead, I would definitely come back and destroy this shameful letter.

You may want to know who I am, but I won’t tell you my name. People in our business don’t have names.

Okay, since you all know that I’m a dead man, I’ll talk to you like this.

What am I telling you? What am I saying? Let me say without any modesty that I have hated it since I was a child.

When I was a child, I loved watching people suffer. When I saw someone crying, I would laugh out loud.

When I grew up, I loved hanging out with hooligans until my father kicked me out of the family.

Never mind. I just love to wander around. I walk from east to west, from south to north. I love to steal things and cheat people.

I tell you, don’t be unconvinced, there is nothing I can’t cheat or steal!
One day, I thought, stealing anything else is too stingy, so I might as well steal the recipe of blue blood wine.

That's a big deal, with a market price of 22 gold pounds a bottle. If I can find the recipe for blue blood wine, I'll make it big.

So I found a few accomplices, and we tried every possible means, and luckily we found a way.

After killing several innocent people, I, with the help of a wizard, impersonated a blind middle-aged monk and entered the Jims Monastery that brewed blue blood wine.

This monastery is an orphanage and outsiders are not allowed to leave once they come in.

I thought at the time, you are not allowed to leave. You really underestimate me. You have never had anything that can trap me, your father.

I was too young at that time. Now think about it, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. I have been in and out of prisons in various towns and cities for more than ten years, but this is the only time I have failed.

I've been in this place for thirteen years, can you believe it? I'm a playboy, I've been here for thirteen years.

I should have left, but I'm still stuck here.

When I first arrived, I was received by a chubby dean.

He told me that the orphans in this orphanage were not real orphans, but children rescued from the Green Piper.

In order to eliminate the secret party's spies and cleanse the secret party's infection, it will take one to two years of purification, and they will be sent away when the time is up.

Although I didn't understand what the brewing of blue blood wine had to do with these little brats, I still lurked obediently.

Maybe because I behaved too honestly, I was assigned to be the babysitter of these little brats.

They are really annoying and make a lot of noise every day, but I can't beat them because according to the information, I am a gentle monk.

I had no choice but to tell them stories. I told them about my experiences of cheating and stealing.

I called myself Robinzo the Thief and described the victims as Lord Knights.

Every time I tell a story, they sit still and I can be quiet for a while.

At night, some of them were afraid of the dark and would cry. When one person cried, everyone would follow him.

I had to move my bed into their house, and later, every winter, my bed was crowded with children.

In order to stop them from making a fuss, the abbot and I suggested that they write letters to their parents.

Every year, they have a chance to write a letter to their parents. It doesn’t matter if they can’t read, I will write for them.

But most of the time, these letters were thrown into the fire.

They always ask me, when can we go home?
I said, it will be soon, when the time comes, I will drive a horse-drawn carriage, go through the streets and alleys, cross the mountains and rivers, and send you home one by one.

They could never return home, I learned in my second year at the monastery.

Everyone thinks I'm blind because I disguise myself so well, but I wish I were really blind.

Did you know that the people of Qianhe Valley are very special? Their ancestors were blood slaves directly under the Blood Cup Prince, one of the twelve princes of the blood clan.

There is a special blood flowing in their bodies that has not faded for thousands of years.

Only when they are in their developmental period are they likely to produce unclean blood.

When unclean blood is brewed with wine, a special wine is created.

It not only has the effect of strengthening male sexual function, promoting sexual desire and causing hallucinations, but it can also relieve wrinkles and improve knight's breathing method.

And this kind of wine has a resounding name, Blue Blood Wine.

Impure blood is only produced in extreme fear before death. It is blue and permeates the flesh and blood of the whole body.

These children, who are less than fourteen years old, have to be crushed with a millstone, sifted over and over again, and distilled over and over again before a portion of blue blood can be obtained.

One piece of blue blood needs one child, and one piece of blue blood makes one bottle of blue blood wine.

The monastery's annual production is about 70 bottles, and the shipping price of each bottle is 20 gold pounds.

1400 gold pounds, the income of a small monastery was equal to the tax revenue of a small county in the Thousand Valleys.

I got the recipe for blue blood wine, but I can't escape.

I was knocked unconscious and sent in. I only know that this is Qianhe Valley, but I don’t know where it is.

It would take at least two days to get out of here, but the giant spiders would start hunting all living people outside the monastery at night.

Every year or two on a full moon night, I would be locked in the basement.

It was so quiet in the basement, but I could still hear them crying and calling my name.

Normally, I should have laughed, but I couldn't. I am a gangster, a liar, and a prodigal. Tell me, how can I have the ability to save these children?
They died, what does it have to do with me?
I couldn't escape, so I could only stay here. Year after year, I told the story of Robinzo until I was about to vomit, and sent off batch after batch of children.

In their eyes, it was a new and exciting story.

The only thing I could do was to leave their letters.

I can’t remember exactly which year it was when I met Tess.

That is the cutest little girl in the world. She is different from others.

Every time I tell the story of the thief, she would ask me - why doesn't the thief go home? Where is the thief's home?

Once I was sick and the dean was afraid of infecting me, so he locked me in the room.

It was she and the other children who climbed up the window frame and took turns singing to me at the window. I recovered quickly.

One night before the full moon, she sneaked into my room and told me that she was pregnant.

She was only fourteen years old, and besides me, the only man with bright eyes in this monastery was the abbot.

She said she wanted to go home to see her parents and asked if Mr. Thief could give her a ride.

I said, it’s too late, Mr. Thief is too tired, let’s talk about it in two days.

It was already the early morning of the third day when Tess's body was found.

She was only 14 years old, with such a big belly. There were countless blood-red spider eyes on both sides of the road, and she was afraid of the dark.

She walked 25 miles in two days without crying, and no spiders bit her. She bled to death.

I carried her body back and placed it among the blooming flowers, and butterflies would land on her nose.

She seemed to be asleep.

The director and the nanny said that it would be better if she was pregnant.

I stood at the door from that night to the next night.

I didn't see her body, I only saw barrels of purple wine.

Tess is a good kid and I am a bad guy.

In my life, I have deceived countless people and caused them to lose their families and stolen things that were precious to countless people.

That's why my family was broken up and why I lost the things I cherished.

I cannot atone for my sins.

I have cheated everyone in my life, I have never done anything good, I am a complete and utter rotten person.

But I beg you, seriously, I beg you, the person who sees this letter, I don’t know who you are.

I beg you, I have never begged anyone in my life, but I beg you, save them, save the children.

Don't be an asshole like me.

Buried with this letter is the evidence I collected. I have been in this hellhole for thirteen years, and I have recorded the names, parents, hometowns, physical features, birthmarks, etc. of 792 children.

I have kept their letters, 914 in total, and I know every one of them by heart.

For all the dead children, I tried to find relics that could prove their identities. There were 93 items in total. I made a list, very clearly.

I am waiting, waiting for the day when I can escape, the day when I can make all this public.

I want to get every one of them home safely!
But I have to ask you to help me, because I can't do it and I will break my oath again.

You know what? A week ago, I heard a piece of news.

This monastery has been here for fifty-five years and it is time to move so that I can finally leave.

But I couldn't take anything with me because they wanted to destroy everything here, even the clothes I was wearing.

So I can only leave these things here for you, my friend.

If you are able enough, please save these children. There are more than one monastery like this.

If you are like me and are unable to do so, at least return these letters and relics to their parents and send them home.

I should have left, but I thought, what if something unexpected happened?
What if these evidences are discovered and destroyed by the church?
What if my accomplices figured out what I meant, took the evidence, and went to the church to claim the reward and the Inquisition to hunt them down?
Don't laugh, they are capable of doing this.

You know, I'm a professional liar, a legendary thief, and I always have both scenarios in place to make sure nothing goes wrong.

I will protect these children and the evidence in my own way.

This is totally not something I should do. It's stupid and unwise.

But this is the best choice I have made in my life.

I have a body full of dirty blood, and I only hope to shed it to exchange for justice.

If one day you do what I ask you to do, please erect a tombstone for me here.

Don't carve my name, please write -

"I have completed my journey to send you home."

If not, please don't do it, my lonely soul will remain in the world forever, and they will be afraid without me."

(End of this chapter)