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Chapter 12 Laradin's Magic Lamp (1)

When Gordon walked out of the jewelry store, the whole street became deserted. The gangsters had already dispersed, and the customers who were trading were still afraid to enter. Several people dressed as servants were scrubbing the blood stains on the road while cleaning the remains.

The severed body parts were put into sacks and put on a trailer to be taken away.

Along the way, Gordon easily shook off a few stalking "little tails" and quickly walked out of the market. He was almost certain that the jewelry store was the stolen goods sales base of the Storm Horse Thieves, and the medicinal shop was just a place that could be abandoned at any time.

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In order to avoid alerting the snake, he would not attack the jewelry store directly. He could only lure the snake out of the hole and find the three leaders of the horse thieves step by step. The most troublesome thing is, in addition to the sheriff being bribed by the horse thieves, how many officials from the Shahu tribe are involved? These

The rich and powerful may become a protective umbrella for horse thieves.

"Mr. Ghoul." Sinbad suddenly emerged from a small alley and met Gordon, with little stars of admiration shining in his eyes, "You are really amazing!"

"how?"

"I saw it! All the gangsters in the city went to that medicine shop. When they came back, they were all bleeding and injured. You must have given them a hard lesson! You alone defeated so many

Man, you are an incredible warrior!"

"You made a mistake. It was those people who were fighting in the nest. They were defeated by themselves, not me."

Sinbad thought for a while, raised his face, and asked seriously: "You mean, a person will only be defeated by himself, right?"

Gordon said: "Losing to others is just a temporary defeat. There is always a chance to turn defeat into victory. Losing to oneself is the real failure."

Sinbad nodded thoughtfully, and Gordon asked him to lead him around to get more familiar with Crescent City. How many female slaves did the Sheriff keep? Which restaurant was backed by a powerful person from the Shahu tribe? There was a place behind the city gate that was

The holes in the wall covered by rubbish... Sinbad came one by one, looking at all the treasures.

At dusk, Gordon returned to his residence. At the door of the Magic Lamp Hotel, Sinbad stopped and said hesitantly: "Mr. Ghoul, I...I have a..."

Gordon asked: "What do you want to say?"

"I..." Sinbad clutched the corners of his clothes with both hands, struggled for a moment, and then avoided the topic, "Mr. Ghoul, I know why you want to stay in the most expensive hotel."

"Why?"

"Because the best hotel must have a great background. If you stay here, you can avoid a lot of trouble. At least those gangsters will not dare to come and make trouble, and you can sleep peacefully at night."

"Is it possible that you often have trouble sleeping at night?" Gordon took a deep look at the boy, "You are very smart, Sinbad, but this is not what you want to tell me."

Sinbad's face turned red: "But, sir, I..." He hesitated for a while, bit his lips, and looked at the Magic Lamp Hotel in the dusk in a daze.

Gordon said nothing and stood quietly with him. Their hair was lifted by the desert evening wind, like flapping wings.

"Three years ago, when I first saw this place, I thought to myself that the magic lamp must be waiting for its lost lamp oil. If the water from the Crescent River is poured into the lamp, the magic lamp that fell from the night sky will definitely come back to life again.

Let the light shine." Sinbad opened his big and bright eyes, "At that time, I thought that one day, I would also find my own lamp oil."

"You're from another tribe, right?"

"Yes, my parents... are gone. I am struggling to make a living here, trying to survive, day after day, until I am so tired that I no longer think about those things. That may be just a legend, meant to lie to children.

Something." Sinbad whispered, "I may never be able to find my own lamp oil in my life."

Gordon was silent for a long time and said: \u2

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01c You also said, it’s just possible.”

"Yes." Sinbad nodded vigorously, "It's just possible because I met Mr. Ghoul. I started to believe again that I still have a chance. I haven't been defeated by myself yet."

Gordon stared at the boy silently. At that moment, he suddenly understood that he was not the only one struggling in the wheelchair. Cripple, Freckles, Sinbad... there were more and more lonely souls in the darkness.

"Mr. Ghoul, is there really a magic lamp in the world? Are there really gods, devils, and things I can't dream of?" Sinbad raised his head and asked dreamily, his voice as soft as a piece of paper.

Flying bird feathers.

Gordon pondered for a while and said: "For some people, it may be possible, and for some people, it may not be. If it is, it will only be more difficult."

"I'm not afraid of hardships, and neither are you?"

"Yes, never."

The two stood side by side, bathed in shadows, looking up at the magnificent building that stood silently and solemnly with them.

Suddenly, lights lit up everywhere in the Magic Lamp Hotel, and the lights were brilliant and dazzling, like light algae floating up from the dark seabed.

This light flowed down to their feet, and two figures, one large and one small, were bathed in the light, as if they were slowly floating.

Sinbad suddenly shed tears and cried softly, his face covered with tears.

Gordon listened to his cries quietly, motionless. The night wind blew by, warm and soft, carrying the boy's cries into the distance and into the past.

After a while, Sinbad's thin shoulders stopped shaking. He turned around and bowed deeply to Gordon: "Thank you, Mr. Ghoul. Thank you very much for being willing to listen to me. Tomorrow morning,

I will come to see you and tell you everything I want to say." He turned to leave.

"Sinbad." Gordon hesitated, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Sinbad's head.

This is a hand holding a dagger, cold and firm, but now it is touching the boy's soft hair. Just like Gauss many years ago, he used the same cold and firm hand to give warmth to an equally lonely child.

"When I was very young, I was several years younger than you." Gordon said softly after being silent for a long time, "When I was depressed, I would imagine that late one night, an angel would quietly come to me.

Room, tell me, child, that you are the most special one in the world, and then give me a pair of wings as a gift."

"So it doesn't matter if you can't walk, because from now on you can fly." Gordon closed his eyes, and the dazzling sea of ​​light sank into darkness again.

"If I meet a person now and claims to give me a pair of wings, guess what I will do? I will cut his neck without hesitation, because he is definitely a liar.

I don’t know why this happens, but life is like this. Day after day, angels slowly turn into liars, and eventually, all angels will turn into liars.”

Gordon slowly opened his eyes, the light shining brightly in his blue-gray pupils: "But, but if we are lucky enough, there will be an angel left. It will not change, it will not go, it will not be because there is no

The lamp oil disappeared.”

He smiled in the bright light: "We call it forever."

That was also our first expectation for the world when we were young.


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