It was originally coded as a main text, but after coding, I felt that the rhythm of the plot did not match, and it was not suitable to be included in the main text to make money, and it was not even considered a side story. However, I felt it was a pity to throw away 10,000 words, so I decided to put it here as a free one.

Scrap the manuscript.

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In the cold and damp tunnel of corpses, an unarmed but cold-hearted man dressed up from top to bottom crossed his arms and looked quietly at the deep and ominous dungeon door at the end of the passage. He ignored the surrounding guards who guarded the main road and stared covetously at him.

The Star Lake Guardians.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to that beauty." Sitting at the broken wooden table, he fanned the lamp in boredom, "Our boss is famous for his kindness."

"Is that why Emerald City is what it is now?" The cold man didn't even look back.

The words were choked.

"So the Emerald City can still be like this," Paul, who was sitting next to him taking care of his bow, retorted coldly, "including you, the gangster, and your prostitute."

The cold man said nothing, but his eyes were colder.

"Hey, brother, your knife is good, and the curling edge is very small." Diagonally opposite, Morgan was skillfully playing with a strange but sharp short knife. He looked at the guest with evil intentions, "Who made it?"

Of? Karachi or Old Gibbon?"

The cold guest ignored him and just stared at the dungeon door.

The Star Lake guards looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, the cold guest looked at the wooden table and suddenly said:

"You look familiar."

"Who? Me?"

When he looked at him, he was surprised at first and then happy:

"You? Look familiar to me? How come? Even I don't know that I am so famous..."

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, adjusted the corners of his mouth to a perfect angle, and responded to the guests of the Underworld Brotherhood in a generous and friendly manner:

"That's it. Brother, if you encounter any trouble in the capital from now on, please tell me my name - Waiya Ka..."

"It's not you." The cold man's eyes remained unchanged.

Guard Officer Doyle silently retracted his right hand that was being held, and sat back with a smile that did not diminish.

"Oh, you don't look familiar to me..."

Well, if it’s not, then it’s not.

He raised his lips angrily and muttered:

Come on, I don’t want you to take advantage of my name.

The guest's eyes continued to move forward and penetrate.

"It's a pity that I have no impression of you, you knife-wielding gangster."

Paul Bozdorf, who was sitting next to him maintaining his bow and arrows, felt something. He glanced at the black lion pattern on his cuffs, hummed softly, and flipped his bow skillfully and delicately:

"Because the famous bow is 'Ni Sha', no one will be killed."

The guest frowned slightly and looked at the expensive bow in his hand.

very good.

Paul said silently in his heart.

He just spoke coldly and arrogantly, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Don't give the other party any face.

Not only did he save the guard's face, but he also gave this gangster with a bad attitude a severe humiliation.

That's not all - Paul thought silently, clenching his fists secretly.

After coming to the Duke of Star Lake for so long, he finally waited for the most appropriate time. He could openly and without embarrassment use this unique bow passed down from his ancestors with an extraordinary past to answer the reason of the unknown gang member in front of him.

It was not artificial, it was more stylish and confident, and it was introduced to the colleagues of the royal guard naturally, and then, while they were surprised and shocked, it was spread word of mouth to those who needed to know but had not yet had the chance to know.

——For example, His Royal Highness the Prince and Lord Mallos.

In this way, he could hint at the Bozdov family's profound heritage and domineering martial arts without any effort, and show how they fought against the enemy with song and tear, and made countless immortal contributions to the kingdom.

, a glorious past that has left a strong mark in the history books... At the same time, it does not appear that he is shallow and vain or deliberately showing off, and it can also reflect his low-key nobility and uniqueness.

In this way, he gradually established his image and impression among the prince's subordinates and colleagues, and accumulated prestige and reputation for future use.

Live up to his father's instructions and family expectations.

Decent, perfect and efficient.

Flawless.

Paul concentrated on wiping the quiver with a rag.

It is not wise to maintain weapons in dirty and damp abandoned sewers, but it is quite wise to maintain weapons in the presence of everyone.

If - of course, just if, if someone can't restrain their curiosity and admiration, admiration and flattery, and can't help but ask about his past, Ming Gong Nisha...

As part of the strategy, he could smile first, be humble, speak kindly, but not reveal too much, just talk about the achievements of the bow after it was passed to him, and then sigh with regret in the eyes of everyone's surprise and respect.

, he mentioned it casually, saying that he still couldn't compare to the fame of his ancestors, and then kept it secret, leaving it at that, keeping the rest of the story mysterious...

Those who ask questions must be impatient and dig relentlessly. At this time, he laughs it off and admits his mistake, saying that he has no intention of relying on the reputation of his ancestors to show that he is indifferent to fame and fortune - of course, this kind of indifference is definitely not the kind of indifference of mud-legged people and losers.

If you can't eat grapes, you can only say sour grapes. It's the kind of fake indifference, but it's the kind of person who has a good family background, has the confidence, has the strength to make achievements, has a rich resume, and has extraordinary intelligence, but has a noble personality, generous and open-minded, so that he can live a thousand sails.

The kind of indifference that sees through the world of mortals and behaves like a superior person naturally makes you qualified to stand on the peak of life and see all the mountains and small mountains. Therefore, you have the power and the qualification to be indifferent to fame and fortune. It is the kind of true indifference that is sincere and without any hypocrisy...

That is letting go after getting something, not letting it go when you are empty-handed.

(Very good, this sentence that just came to mind is quite good. I can add it to the Black Lion family motto in the future. The title of the chapter is "On Indifference"... No, it's too formal and too formal. It will make future generations suspect that it is deliberate.

It’s propaganda instead of daily quotations. It needs to be changed to something more down-to-earth, just like talking about everyday things. Yes, talking about everyday things, talking about everyday things, then - "Bullshit"? Yes, it would be better if it is shorter. It is catchy and convenient.

Memory - How about "Bullshit"? Very good, just this one, "Black Lion Family Instructions·Paul VI Chapter·Bullshit"...)

A unique smile appeared on Paul's lips that was indifferent to fame and fortune.

Note that he must be subtle and let everyone understand that there is a difference between true and false indifference, and the difference is very big, critical, and fatal. This is very important, and they must not be allowed to misunderstand that it is him.

I deliberately wanted them to distinguish between the two types of indifference, because he himself is elegant, humble, self-reflective, and truly indifferent to fame and wealth...

In this way, when they can't get answers from him, but their appetites are whetted, they will try their best to ask each other in various ways during the guard shifts, thus continuing the story of his relationship with the Black Lion family.

If it spreads, it will naturally and smoothly establish the prestige of the family and themselves. For example, they will count in detail the souls who died under the Ming Gong Ni Sand, and which famous historical figures they include.

And each deceased person represents the glorious past and immortal achievements of the Black Lions in the past, and represents how colorful the history books of the kingdom are——

"No one asked you, shoe shiner." The cold man said softly.

Paul's hand wiping his quiver gave him a jerk.

He was silent for a while, taking a deep breath in his noble thoughts that were indifferent to fame and wealth.

Under the curious and admiring gazes of everyone (and under the curious palms waving in front of his eyes), the heir of the Black Lion family put away his bow and arrows, threw away the rag, turned around, and stopped looking at each other.

As if nothing happened.

Still cold and arrogant, with extraordinary bearing.

After all, you can't shoot unknown people against the sand.

Paul thought indifferently.

This is the demeanor of the famous Black Lion family. It is completely different from those mud-legged people who get angry when they disagree - especially his nonchalant attitude is in sharp contrast to the other party's rude words, which will surely make people around him

From the etiquette and upbringing, we noticed his humble temperament and noble personality. Of course, this was not his original intention, nor was he deliberately showing off or showing off, let alone distinguishing between high and low, because everything was just revealed naturally...

…

"It's me he's familiar with."

I saw Glover appearing behind Paul. He pushed away the confused Doyle and passed over the confused little black lion:

"Leyok——is that your name? Haven't you been beaten enough in the capital?"

The zombie clenched his fists and stared at Leyock warily:

"Don't worry, I said I would keep your whole body..."

"It's not you, the big guy with the sword," the Brotherhood's Quiet Killer said coldly, "and it's not certain who will beat whom."

Glover didn't even bother to say anything and was about to retort.

"I mean him," Leyock interrupted, looking past several people and pointing to the end, "Have we seen the one wearing the mask?"

Everyone turned around following his gaze and were all stunned.

In the corner, a strange man wearing a half-mask slowly raised his head.

The moment he saw the other party's figure clearly, Leyock's expression changed.

Although the tattoos were faded, the face was distorted, and even the movements and body shape were different, but for some reason, the killer's instinct to recognize people reminded Leyock:
To be continued...