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Chapter 14 Determination

The gangster who kicked open the door of Lucien's house saw no reaction inside, so he rushed in to take a look, then exited and said to the leader with an ordinary, unattractive face: "Brother Jackson, there is no one inside.

, things are very neat.”

Jackson said with a friendly smile: "I wasted a lot of time to deceive the details of this kid from old Cohen. I thought I would be late. Haha, although Mag and Andre are idiots and trash,

But at least it is of some use."

When the gangsters around him heard him mention Mag and Andre, they immediately remembered the tragic scene of Mag covering his lower body and howling. They couldn't help but feel like the wind was blowing through his crotch, while Andre, who was standing at the front,

Silently rejoicing, if that kid ran away with his things and money, his end would be very tragic. Of course, it would definitely be much better than Ma Ge who was told by the doctor that he needed to stay in bed for a week.

"Andre, go in and look for anything strange," Jackson ordered.

Just when Andre was about to perform a meritorious service, he walked in without any hesitation.

After a few minutes, Andre came out with a strange look on his face, holding a lot of bits and pieces: "Brother Jackson, there is a lot of 'junk' in this kid's box."

Lucien lamented in his heart. These were things that had not yet had time to be processed. When he first saw them, he would definitely associate them with garbage. If he knew that he had sold goods in the market area in the past few days, as long as he had

Anyone with a normal IQ should be able to think of ways to make a fortune.

Moreover, he was alone and afraid of being discovered. Each time he brought back not many items and could only earn a few meager copper fees. But if the Aaron gang controlled the garbage dump by the river, with their manpower, and

Being familiar with and mastering the market area may be a "path" that earns a lot of money. In this case, they will definitely not give up, so they have to find other ways to make money.

Jackson glanced at the garbage that Andre was holding, shook his head and curled his lips: "I think I know where he got the copper. Hey, the church disposes it every three days, so we never thought of the Belen River.

There will be 'treasures' hidden in the garbage dumps nearby. Garbage from the palace, aristocratic quarters, manors outside the city, musicians' associations, blacksmiths' guilds, mercenary unions and other places will all be concentrated on the Belem River. Haha,

What the nobles see as rubbish may not really be rubbish."

In fact, after learning from Andre and Mag that Lucien once sent garbage from the Musicians Association outside the city, Jackson had a suspicion in this regard, but now it has only been confirmed.

After making these remarks, Jackson smiled kindly: "Thanks to Lucien, we have another path that shines with the charming light of money, so let's thank him with our enthusiasm and go to his house.

I will smash all his things, and the copper ferns and silver nars I find will belong to me. Anyone who finds him in the future and 'thanks' him profusely can come to me and receive a generous reward."

In Jackson's eyes, Lucien was far from the point where he needed to send people to guard him. As an organized, disciplined, and genuine gangster, he had to be busy with many things every day. How could he waste time and manpower on such a small person?

The gangsters cheered. If Lucien's house was not too small and could only accommodate a limited number of people, they would probably all rush in.

Ding-ding-dong-dong shattering sounds sounded one after another.

Lucien, who was hiding not far away, could tell based on the sound: "The jar was broken... the table was smashed... They are looking for the money I hid..." Lucien clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

The ground said in his heart.

But Lucien also understood that there were more than a dozen gangsters there, and if he tried to stop him, he would only be beaten severely or even killed. Therefore, no matter how angry, aggrieved, or angry he was, he had to hold it back.

.

Without status, without fists, without strength, there is nothing you can do when you encounter these villains, gangsters, scoundrels, and scum. As for the law, you can probably guess from their arrogant actions that if you take the lead, it will have no effect.

"If that witch hadn't gone to the cemetery to steal bones, how would she have been burned to death?"

"Since magic still exists, dark creatures, heretics, etc. still exist, then there is probably a place where magic is not so discriminated against and excluded. I just need to be careful when learning magic, and when I have the power to protect myself, I will find a real home.

place."

"The risk is great, but the gain is equally great. If you want to be rich and enjoy yourself, how can you go smoothly without taking a little risk? Even if you do business, you have to endure the exploitation of nobles and gangsters, as well as the competition of rivals.

If you are not careful, you will go bankrupt or even die."

Many thoughts that Lucien usually suppressed in his heart finally broke through the cage and echoed in his mind, like the devil's temptation, making him not think about it at all. Assuming that there was really a place where he could learn magic safely, why?

The witches are coming to Alto again.

Countless thoughts and desires converged in Lucien's heart, but before he could make up his mind, he suddenly heard Aunt Alisa's voice: "What are you damn villains doing?!"

The clothes that need to be washed in the textile guild can only be collected at ten o'clock. After arranging for Alvin to pick mushrooms outside the city, Alisa heard the sound of smashing things before she went out.

She held a long wooden spoon, waving it, and walked towards the Aaron gang, trying to stop them from destroying Lucien's cabin.

"Get her aside." Jackson pointed at Alyssa.

The two thugs who had not been able to get into the house to grab a handful rushed out, rolled up their sleeves, and walked toward Aunt Alisa fiercely, trying to push her aside.

However, they underestimated Aunt Alisa's strength. Her hand that could attack like a bear's paw waved the spoon, and with one heavy blow, the gangster who walked in front staggered and screamed in pain.

Jackson looked around with his eyes, and two more thugs immediately followed him.

Although Alisa was very strong, broad and heavy, and very intimidating, the men across from her were all fist-fighters. After a few hard blocks to avoid her vital points, they knocked down her spoon.

land.

A heavy punch hit Alisa's shoulder. Even though the fat was weakened, she still screamed in pain, but she did not flinch, and still moved forward, shouting: "Stop it, the Sheriff will be here soon."

It’s coming.”

Lucien, who was behind the wall not far away, after seeing Aunt Alisa being beaten, finally couldn't help cursing at himself: "Still not a man?!"

Although I didn’t have too strong feelings for Aunt Alisa and Uncle Joel because I had only “knew them” for a few days, at this moment, Aunt Alisa was beaten because she was trying to stop others from destroying her hut, and

But he hid himself and didn't dare to come forward. This was really something he couldn't accept.

Therefore, Lucien clenched his fists, glanced in front of the hut, shook his head and cursed: "Fuck!"

Then he rushed out, targeting Jackson, who was the only one left by his side!

With a flick of his eye, Lucien, who was not far from the cabin, rushed to the vicinity of Jackson in just a few steps, and then pounced on him.

Only then did Jackson react and turned his head to look here in surprise. However, he had no time to do anything else. Lucien hit him hard and knocked him to the ground.

, two people struggled together.

Lucien used his body hard, his left hand pressed down on Jackson's hands to prevent him from pulling out the dagger that might be on his body, while his right hand desperately tried to stretch towards Jackson's throat. As long as he held his throat, he would

If he restrains it, he can temporarily control the situation.

But Jackson's ability to become the leader of Aaron's gang was not just due to his sharpness and ruthlessness. He was once a thug, so he was rich in experience.

The hand that was suppressed moved its elbow slightly, hitting Lucien's ribs repeatedly.

There was no room to move, and the elbow strike did not have much power, but the ribs themselves were relatively sensitive and fragile. Under Jackson's repeated blows, Lucien was in pain, but Lucien, who had withstood Gary's blows,

, knowing that he should not panic at this time and must hold on, so he resisted the pain and finally touched Jackson's throat with his right hand.

Just when Lucien was about to squeeze hard, his right ribs hurt, and he flew up and fell heavily to the ground.

Relying on his rich experience, Jackson finally supported the gangsters around him and rushed over and kicked Lucien to the side.

As for the thugs in the house, the thugs who were trying to stop Alisa also ran over at this time.

Just as Lucien was about to stand up, his toes and fists came down like a torrential rain, leaving him unable to resist at all. He could only calmly hold his head and roll it up into a shrimp shape to protect his vitals, leaving the rest of the body to be pained by the gangsters.

beat.

He was beaten to the point where he was rolling around on the ground, and heartbreaking pain entered his mind. However, Lucien still maintained the minimum composure and the posture of being beaten. Otherwise, it would be miserable to be kicked to the vital parts like a mag.

At this time, Lucien had a feeling that his soul was floating and he was retching. Everything around him became trance-like. The sounds were noisy and unreal like a shaky movie. Aunt Alisa's cry was far away.

Yuandi seemed to come from another world: "Let him go..."

There was no time to make a decision just now. Under such circumstances, Lucien finally made up his mind: "We must master inhuman and extraordinary power, even magic!"

"Even if you have to borrow a loan shark, you have to raise enough money in a short period of time to learn how to write!"

Jackson looked at Lucien who was being beaten and rolling around. He moved his arm that was a little painful from being pressed, went up and kicked him hard twice, and then said to his thugs: "Okay, that's it.

So far, the lesson has been enough. This boy has a friend who is an official knight squire of Sir Wayne, so there is no need to kill anyone."

If they had to kill people for something of this magnitude, and if they were good friends who killed a certain knight's squire, the Aaron gang would have killed Alto to a river of blood, but in fact, the Aaron gang could always control the city.

The gate area and part of the market area rely on not doing too much, otherwise the real controllers of Alto, the nobles, bishops, and priests with terrible power would have made them disappear long ago, even if there are rumors that Longsang Aaron is with a certain big shot.

Inextricably linked relationships are no exception.

The thug stopped and surrounded Lucien with ferocious eyes. Jackson looked at Lucien who seemed dizzy with blood coming from his nose and mouth. He chuckled and said: "Actually, I admire your mind, but boy, you still

You're too immature, well, I hope you won't be greedy about things outside the city, otherwise, you won't just get beaten up, I believe Mager will really want to discuss life with you."

The matter of controlling the garbage dump by the river certainly could not be concealed, so Jackson did not think of killing people to silence him.

After finishing speaking, Jackson saw Lucien looking at him with blood on his face, and replied with a hoarse and simple voice: "Okay."

This made Jackson feel a little weird, but he didn't think much about it. He called the gangsters to take the items that Lucien hadn't had time to deal with, as well as the forty-five copper fils found on him, and proudly said

leave.

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