My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

After leaving the capital, Lin Mo did not return to the church.

Instead, it turned to the other side, where there was a gentle hillside.

This is the very place where I fought with the Hunter's Axe yesterday.

Low-lying wild grasses grow on the slope.

A few unnamed wildflowers were blooming sparsely.

Lin Mo sat down at the highest point of the hillside.

From here you can see the capital city in the distance.

You can also see the Cathedral of Light on the other side, but Lin Mo doesn't like that place.

It wasn't because of any danger, but because of the chanting.

The sound continued endlessly from morning till night.

It was like countless flies buzzing in his ears, making him feel irritable and restless.

He just wants some peace and quiet right now.

Thinking this, Lin Mo took out a piece of paper from a spatial ring.

The paper was already a bit wrinkled, with the edges slightly curled up, traces of being repeatedly folded and unfolded.

On the paper, the Chinese characters and English letters that he could almost recite from memory were still clear:

Clinical Diagnosis: Hepatocellular Carcinoma (HCC)

Below is a string of medical data and image descriptions that he couldn't understand.

Below that is the doctor's hasty signature and the hospital's red stamp.

Lin Mo's fingers gently traced the words.

This is the only thing that can calm him down right now.

A gentle evening breeze caused the edges of the paper to tremble slightly.

Lin Mo just sat there, motionless.

Until I heard a jumble of footsteps behind me.

Lin Mo did not turn around.

But his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"It's you!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from behind, hoarse, angry, and filled with heart-wrenching hatred.

"You killed my daughter! I'll make you pay with your life!!"

Lin Mo sighed.

The sigh was very short, so short that it was almost just a wisp of breath escaping from the chest.

"trouble."

Then he stood up, turned around, and drew his sword.

The middle-aged man was followed by more than a dozen people.

They were all dressed as mercenaries, and their levels were generally around 50.

They held swords in their hands, their faces bearing an expression of anger and greed.

The anger stemmed from the employer's daughter's death.

Greed stemmed from the certainty of a large bounty for killing the man in black.

But they didn't even have time to make a move.

The sword flashed, like a bolt of lightning striking.

More than a dozen people froze at the same time, and then collapsed to the ground simultaneously.

The cut was clean, and the blood was almost black in the darkening sky.

It slowly seeped into the wild grass on the hillside.

The middle-aged man trembled all over.

His sword was still in its sheath, and he had no chance to draw it.

He raised his head and looked at the black-robed man who was slowly walking towards him, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"You...you..."

Lin Mo walked past him without even glancing at him.

The sword flashed again.

The hillside fell silent.

Lin Mo sat back down in his original seat, unfolded the medical report again, and continued reading.

Not long after, more footsteps could be heard.

This time they arrived even faster and in greater numbers.

The group consisted of over twenty mercenaries, and this time their equipment was even better.

They were clearly thugs specially trained by the Recker family.

"That's him! Kill him to avenge Miss!"

Lin Mo stood up.

Draw your sword.

Sheath your sword.

sit down.

This time, he didn't even come down from the top of the hill.

Wherever the sword light reached, those people fell down before they even reached halfway up the mountain.

Another batch.

Another batch.

As night deepened, more and more people arrived.

Lin Mo showed no mercy, wielding a sword against each person.

He didn't know how many people he had killed.

The hillside was littered with corpses, lying haphazardly, their blood soaking into the wild grass.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, so thick it was almost suffocating.

He doesn't care.

It wasn't because he was bloodthirsty.

It wasn't because these people came to kill him.

It was because he discovered that when he was killing, the anxious emotions in his mind would temporarily disappear.

No need to think about it.

There is no need to hesitate.

All you need to do is draw your sword.

My body is moving, but my mind is blank.

This is much better than sitting in a church listening to that damn chanting.

The stars in the sky grew brighter and brighter.

In the distance, the city walls of the capital were lit up, like a winding ribbon of light.

The church bells rang again; it must have been nine or ten o'clock at night.

Lin Mo was too lazy to count.

Footsteps sounded again from the bushes behind us.

Lin Mo habitually pressed down on the hilt of his sword.

This time, the pace is different.

Heavy, steady, each step firm and solid, carrying a nonchalant ease.

It wasn't the hurried and chaotic footsteps of those mercenaries.

It is one person.

Lin Mo turned his head.

Under the starlight, a tall figure was walking up the hillside.

He carried a massive black axe, almost as tall as himself, on his shoulder.

It was a hunting axe.

Lin Mo frowned slightly, removed his hand from the hilt of his sword, but remained vigilant.

What are you doing here?

Hunter Axe walked up the hillside, stood among the haphazardly laid corpses, and then grinned.

"Tsk, pretty clean kill. Those trash didn't even manage to touch the hem of your clothes."

He didn't answer Lin Mo's question, but simply kicked aside a corpse at his feet and found a relatively clean spot.

He slammed the giant axe into the ground and sat down heavily.

"The Second Prince asked me to pass on a message."

Hunter Axe spoke casually, as if they were having a casual chat.

"I told you to tone it down. Since you arrived in the capital last night, you've killed four young masters and ladies from minor families. Adding the Recker family's group, you've probably killed over a hundred tonight, haven't you?"

Lin Mo did not speak.

"Fortunately, the Recker family is not a very prominent family in the capital, otherwise even the Second Prince would not have been able to suppress this matter."

Hunter Axe paused, then grinned.

"But you've got guts, kid. You've got the style of your old man back in the day."

Seeing that Lin Mo still didn't speak, Hunter Axe raised an eyebrow.

"Something on your mind?"

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and casually tossed it over.

"then."

Lin Mo caught it instinctively.

I looked down and was stunned.

It was a package of oil paper.

Open the oil paper, and you'll find a dozen or so long, white strips scattered inside.

This is actually cigarettes; judging by the rough workmanship, they must be hand-rolled.

It also comes with a box of matches.

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the hunter's axe.

Hunter Axe was pulling another bag out of his pocket.

He pulled one out, put it in his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a deep drag.

Smoke billowed from his nostrils.

Seeing Lin Mo's puzzled look, Hunter Axe assumed he didn't recognize the thing and explained.

"This thing is called a cigarette. Zhou Yue taught me how to roll it back then. It's a little gadget used to relieve boredom in the world of heroes. I smoke one when I'm feeling down."

Lin Mo looked at the cigarette in his hand without saying a word.

Of course he recognizes this thing.

On Earth, he never smoked; his mother was in poor health and couldn't stand the smell of smoke.

He pulled one out of the paper packet and put it in his mouth.

He lit it and took a deep drag.

The pungent smoke rushed into my lungs, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of burnt tobacco.

He choked a little, but didn't cough.

I simply felt that unfamiliar stimulation spreading through my chest.

Hunter Axe looked at him and suddenly smiled.

That smile carried a hint of schadenfreude.

"First time drawing?"

Lin Mo did not answer.

Hunter Axe didn't press the matter.

He stood up, dusted himself off, pulled the giant black axe from the ground, and hoisted it back onto his shoulder.

"I'm leaving. You'll be all alone here in the cold wind."

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the hillside.

After taking a few steps, he stopped and looked back.

"Oh, by the way, the archbishop wants to see you tomorrow to discuss something, don't forget."

After saying that, Hunter Axe left, leaving Lin Mo alone on the hillside.

He just sat there, smoking one cigarette after another.

Until the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.