"Uh, then what?" The words that indulged and passion suddenly appeared were stunned by the crazy words. They didn't even consider that the other party had stepped onto their own territory. After a long time, they came back to their senses and asked blankly: "What's not you?"

"Riege, not me." The expression on the crazy face was very calm, but the calmer he did something beyond common sense, the more shocked he would give: "I'm just here to tell you about this."

Even with passionate indifference, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, looked at her sideways and asked, "You won't think that if you come and say this to us, we will believe it."

"Of course not." Crazy and quiet smiled and nodded, "But I am standing here now, this is the evidence."

Passion and indulgence are very clear about the meaning of madness. As one of the seven senior managers, no one is willing to face two other managers directly, let alone in each other's room.

There is a rule in the Hand of Shadow. Everyone's room, as long as he is still in use, can be regarded as his own territory. Anyone entering the room is regarded as an invasion. The owner of the territory has unlimited defense and can be restricted by any rules. In other words, even if the president of the Hand of Shadow enters the territory of enthusiasm, as long as enthusiasm and indulgence can be done, he can kill the other party openly without any investigation. So no one will be stupid enough to enter other people's territory, which undoubtedly gives the other party a very good excuse to kill himself. But he did this in a crazy way, and he still did this when he voted against the targeted vote the day before.

"You really dare to come in." Indulgent sighed in disbelief: "How should I say to you?"

"Why do you think I'm called this name?" Crazy and subtle smiled, pushing the eyes on the bridge of my nose: "Because I'm a madman. What's the madman afraid to do?"

"But unfortunately, this evidence is not enough." He shook his head regretfully and said, "The persuasiveness is not enough for us to accept."

"Of course, I've guessed it long ago." He said lightly with a crazy look of understanding: "So I added chips."

The crazy hands flashed, and two daggers shot out from her hands at the same time. The target pointed to her own body. Blood splashed, and the two daggers each penetrated the soles of her feet and nailed deeply into the ground. Only the handle of the dagger was still stuck on the instep and trembled. The crazy look down at the bloody feet, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the enthusiasm and indulgence with the eyes of soliciting opinions.

For thieves, attack power and mobility are the two most critical abilities, both as important as life. Crazy behavior is equivalent to sharpening a knife and putting it on your neck to others. This means giving your life to others for custody and being completely at the mercy of others. It is an unimaginable behavior for people in the City of Innocence. Because as competitors, no one will mind making a knife when others do this, especially in a subtle place like a passionate territory. All this seems to be just to win the trust of enthusiasm and indulgence, so that they believe that they are not traitors.

However, it has to be said that this whimsical way of proof is particularly effective for the residents of the Innocence City. Nothing can explain better than giving your opponent no ability to resist.

"Of course you are not a traitor. Actually, we have known it a long time ago, because we are." He smiled strangely, and the indulgent figure in his crazy vision suddenly dissipated. A pair of cold hands were placed on her neck, and a cold voice came from behind: "Is there any last words?"

"If this is true, then I lost the bet." Crazy still remained calm, his hands hanging beside him, and his fingertips did not tremble: "So, please reveal your trump card quickly. Let me see if I lose or win."

"Okay, you won the bet." Indulge your hands and put a little force down. The crazy legs weakened and fell backwards. But they just fell on a chair that appeared inexplicably: "Now, let's talk about it, what's your purpose?"

"Among the seven of us, I am the most unpredictable, elegant and mysterious, curious and powerful, suspicious and smartest, cruel and bloodthirsty, but everyone knows that you two are the most terrible enemies." Looking down at his feet, which were still bleeding, and did not touch the two daggers: "Although the strength of you two is not particularly outstanding, no matter under any rules, if you two are willing, you will definitely survive in the end."

"Of course." He held his cheeks enthusiastically and said coldly: "Because we are two."

"Yes, this is the key, you are two people." He sighed wildly: "For ten years, more than one person has tried to break the alliance between you two through differentiation, but they are both dead. Not to mention the distance, the most recent one, the lightning that occupied the original position three years ago, was the lightning that had been intrigued by you and the two of you who had joined forces to cut their throats under the layers of protection under their hands."

"We did nothing." The indulgent hand was still on the crazy neck, and gently stroked it under the crazy neck, saying, "We will be angry if you frame us like this."

Crazy smiled without caring and continued: "Now the existence of the traitors has made the atmosphere of the entire City of Innocence very subtle. Elegant whereabouts are unknown, curious secrets are hidden, cruelly provoking to seek profit in chaos, suspected that at your request, no intention is unknown, everyone is making their own plans. In this situation, any mistake in any step may be killed by someone in the name of eliminating the traitors. Although I undoubtedly took the opportunity to expand my own strength, it is not like being regarded as the target of expanding my strength, so I always have to think of a way to overcome this crisis."

"Is this how you deal with it?" Wenqing looked at Crazy with a strange look: "Why do you think that we are not real traitors?"

"Is there any difference?" Crazy stared at his enthusiastic eyes and asked back, "Are you traitors? What does it have to do with me?"

"I can't refute this question at all." I paused the way I stroked my hand and said with a wry smile: "Indeed, as long as we don't plan to leave the hand of the shadows, then it's true that there is no difference between you or not, as long as we can be the winner."

"Yes, and I believe you can stand until the end." Crazy said with his eyes half open under the caress of indulgence: "That's why I'm here."

"What the hell do you want to do?" asked enthusiastically: "Ask help?"

"Union." said crazy affirmatively: "I want to seek the alliance."

"It's easy to be an alliance." Indulge whispered in his crazy ear: "We have been an alliance more than once, and we don't need to do it like you at all."

He opened his eyes wildly, showed a look of 'You are teasing me?' and said with a sneer: "You should know that I am not referring to an alliance that is inferior to waste paper. What I want to seek is a real alliance."

"Real alliance?" Passionate and indulgent glanced at each other: "To a real alliance like us?"

"Yes, like you." Crazy smiled self-deprecatingly: "In fact, I've had enough. This kind of days full of betrayal and deception has made me closer and closer to a complete madman. You two will never understand my feelings. If this continues, I'm afraid I will completely lose my humanity in a few years like cruelty. Instead of completely becoming a slave of instinct, it's better to try to save myself."

"Do you think it's possible?" Indulge laughed mockingly in his crazy ear: "We both died countless times for each other, so that we have today's trust and intimacy. Do you think we can gain the same trust based on your behavior alone?"

"That's impossible." said crazy, "But as long as I can gain trust, even if I only have a little trust, I am willing to try it."

"Even if you want to swear to Famila?" He looked at his fingertips with passionate eyes and said sarcastically: "Swear you will never betray?"

"Even to the Assassin God, Master Famila." said crazy and affirmatively: "It can be done at any time."

He licked his lips indulgently, and suddenly his fingers kept bounced behind the crazy back, and dozens of crisp sounds were connected into a string. Every joint of the crazy limbs was indulgently pulled quickly. For high-level professionals with fighting spirit, if they don’t cooperate, no one can achieve this effect. It is difficult to even pull a joint, but crazy is indulgently cooperate with indulgence. He completely loses all the ability to resist and collapses on the chair.

"I'm sorry, even if you swear to the gods, there are countless ways to avoid punishment, so we can't believe you anyway." Indulgence once again stroked his crazy neck with his fingertips, moved down his collarbone, and his teeth gently bit her ears and said, "But. Although we can't be ally with you, we both happen to be a private slave. I wonder if you can accept it?"

"I..." She gasped wildly, and was about to speak. She felt a strange silk cloth stuffed into her mouth and blocking her speech. Before she was lost, she saw the weird smile on her enthusiastic face and her hands that were upward along her unmovable thighs.

After more than an hour, the door of the room opened again. The wound on Crazy's feet had been treated and his face turned rosy and left the center of the guild area. In the room, passionate and indulgent sat at the table, each with a cup of black tea, and there was no way to tell what had happened before.

"Is she trustworthy?" asked in a low voice.

"I have used this subject just now." Heiqing rolled his eyes and said boredly: "If you want to tell a joke, just change the subject."

"Well, I'm not surprised that she will breach the contract tomorrow." Indulge, put down the teacup and looked at the ceiling and said, "I just can't figure out why she came here this time. Was it just to give us this gift? Well, but I have to admit that the gift is really good."

"You are becoming more and more distorted." He curled his lips enthusiastically: "Hide me away from now on."

"It seems like you weren't very happy just now." She sneered, but was still troubled by crazy intentions: "From the current intelligence, she has no reason to do this, even if it's just acting."

"That means we don't know some information yet." Passionate got back to a cup of tea and said carefully: "No matter what, as long as we are always vigilant and do not trust her any behavior and language, then no matter what purpose she has, it will be meaningless."
Chapter completed!