O Grande Virtuoso Está Chegando
No Begrebblau Keller Pub, Robin Rommel estava fazendo um show de stand-up. Primeiro, ele começou com um piada de abertura. O público foi incendiado por esse tipo de conversa masculina, cada um mostrando um sorriso relaxado. “Minha formação é ensino médio, eu fui reprovado quando tentei entrar na Academia de Artes de Viena...” Depois de brincar sobre sua formação, Robin falou sobre a queda de renda, sobre os problemas recentes que enfrentou ao resolver assuntos, sobre desemprego, sobre horas extras, sobre a crise da meia-idade, sobre os preços atuais... “Vocês sabem quanto custa um pão hoje em dia? Quinhentas mil Deck!” Robin olhou para as pessoas no pub, e a atmosfera descontraída de antes já tinha desaparecido: “Companheiros, eu acho que o mundo não deveria ser assim.”
O Grande Virtuoso Está Chegando
Year 1762 of the Holy Calendar.
Heavy rain poured down from the sky, drenching the border city of Volsini in the Kingdom of Anzio.
Robin crouched in the corner of the prison cell, listening to the rain outside, staring at everything before him with a sense of unreality.
This was a cell saturated with the smell of blood, overpowering even the usual stench of decay and filth.
In the same cell were a group of broken soldiers.
Some had lost hands or legs; some looked lifeless, surrounded by countless buzzing flies.
Some had vacant eyes, some groaned in pain, others closed their eyes, awaiting death…
As for why this was so…
The story began three months ago.
At that time, Robin was on a business trip with a colleague who was pregnant. They were chatting in the company’s rented apartment when seven scoundrels, claiming to check the gas, attempted a robbery.
These little bastards wanted money and worse. Could Robin stand for that?
He recalled that when the two hadn’t restrained him, he grabbed a fruit knife and fought back.
He slit three of them throats; the others were stabbed multiple times, two of whom collapsed, seemingly dead or dying.
As for how many times he was stabbed himself… he couldn’t remember.
The final outcome was seven attackers: Robin killed five, two fled, one of whom died from severe wounds, the other left permanently disabled—a fate worse than death. Then…
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