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:
That guy looks a bit like...
Ghost in the wind?
What's his name? Ralph Rafael?
But didn't he... disappear in Hongfang Street?
Just like the countless people who disappeared in the fierce battle that was played lightly at the top and flowed into rivers of blood below.
On the other side, the weirdo wearing a mask silently looked back at each other.
The moment their eyes met, Leyock first confirmed, and then his emotions became complicated:
Yes, that's him.
Ghost in the wind.
In the former Blood Bottle Gang, he was the most popular young superpower.
The most difficult character in "The Twelve Strongest".
His movements are strange and he appears and disappears.
Bad and bad personality.
When Leyock was young, as the "Thirteenth General" of the Brotherhood, he once regarded the opponent as an imaginary enemy, and practiced countless killing moves to deal with his supernatural powers behind his back.
It is a pity that in the inexplicable "One Night War" in Hongfang Street, their encounter ended hastily, with only the harsh words of "Let's fight another time".
That was the last time he saw Sui Feng Ghost.
Thinking of this, Leyock couldn't help but sigh:
Whether it's the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood, the Twelve Strongest, or the Thirteen Generals, how many of those street ruthless people who were as young and ambitious as him back then, regardless of their opponents or their own people, are left now?
How many more can he remember?
I wonder what kind of majestic or even superior nicknames are given to the new generation who want to be in the limelight in the streets and alleys nowadays?
Twelve divine generals? Thirteen demon kings?
Thinking of this, Leyock instinctively wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
Opposite him, the supernatural being who in his impression was extremely noisy and liked to use words to disturb his opponents, also remained silent at this time, as if he didn't want to say anything.
"Is it you?" Leyock took a step forward, "Why don't you speak?"
The masked man's eyes flickered and he moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.
The guards looked back and forth, some were confused, some were curious, and some looked like they were watching a good show.
"Um, actually..." scratching his head.
"Young lady's suit is so close, it's little black silk!"
Glover interrupted them unusually. With a violent look on his face, he stood in front of Rolf savagely:
"No one knows you bastard...unless you want to be beaten?"
Leyock frowned.
Seeing that Glover's attitude was clear, the Star Lake Guards were advancing and retreating as one. Although the colleagues around him didn't know what was going on, they all cooperated with him to get up, pressing their weapons with unkind expressions.
This is……
Layok's face darkened and he looked around.
He suddenly realized that his former gang rivals were now standing naturally among these noble guards with extraordinary bearing or gorgeous clothes.
I see.
Leyock stared at the strange man wearing a mask and smiled.
In this way, not only did this superpower not die in any gutter, but he was also lucky enough to climb up to a big shot and became the dog of a green-skinned person - no, it should be a blue-skinned person, one of those noble people sitting behind their desks.
leg.
No wonder the Phantom Blade dared to be so presumptuous during this trip to Emerald City.
"Really," he stepped back and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, "I saw it wrong."
The Silent Killer narrowed his eyes:
"Mistook him for someone."
Rolf's fingers trembled.
Only then did everyone loosen their weapons.
Leyock looked at Rolf in the crowd opposite and sneered in his heart.
"Who? Who did you mistake him for?" Nixi came over curiously.
"none of your business?"
Glover turned around suddenly and yelled at Nexi.
"Just a dead... friend," Leyock shook his head, folded his arms and leaned back against the wall with disdain, no longer looking at Rolf, "It's not important anymore."
You know it, of course.
This bitch is now a shoe shiner for big shots, and he has a good reputation.
As for those days of fighting for your life on the streets, bullying and dominating the market, and taking advantage of others...
Didn’t you see him pick out his tattoos and even put on a mask?
The Silent Killer figured this out and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Yes, after a successful career, who doesn’t want to say goodbye to that dirty shithole and cut off from the ugly self? It’s best not to mention it again in this life?
What's more, we encountered enemies from the past.
Then it is normal for him not to want to talk to him, or even pretend not to know him.
The ways are different, and the best result is to forget each other.
Leyock shook his head lightly.
No matter what, it’s just a dog-leg.
If he were still hanging out on the streets, with Sui Feng Gui's bad character, his life would be at risk one day, or even worse, he would end up with his hands and feet disabled and be bedridden for the rest of his life.
Either you give up on yourself and feel sorry for yourself, or you struggle in pain and lose all your dignity.
Leyock thought of Mertesa who accompanied the old woman to guard the abandoned house, and felt depressed.
Maybe this is...everyone has his own destiny.
But at this moment, Rolf suddenly reached out and put his hand on Glover's shoulder.
In the zombie's surprised eyes, the mute pushed him away without any doubt, moved forward, and slowly walked towards the Silent Killer.
Until he stood in front of Leyock.
"What, you want to fight?" Leyock said disdainfully without raising his head, "Then give me back my knife first..."
Rolf suddenly reached out and took off half of the mask on his face.
From the chin to the throat, the hideous and ugly scars of flesh and blood were exposed in the air, clearly visible.
Everyone, including Leyock, was stunned.
"you……"
Layok unconsciously put down his hands and left the wall, amazed.
He frowned and looked at the pitted scars on the other person's neck, which were obviously horrific scars that were torn violently with irregular techniques and healed in an even more rough way - most likely using a soldering iron to stop the bleeding.
"Your neck..."
Rolf pointed to his throat, shook his head, and made several unpleasant groans.
At that moment, the Silent Killer reacted from the shock.
He stared blankly at Rolf at this moment, looking at the mask in his hand, with mixed feelings.
"It's weird..."
On the other side, the bystanders saw Rolf’s actions, covered their mouths and whispered:
"The mute is obviously very sensitive to the wound. He shields it tightly and gets angry with anyone who mentions it..."
"Aren't you the one who gets mentioned the most?" This is Paul holding a bow and arrow with an expressionless face.
"The purpose is to desensitize him as soon as possible and get out of the haze! Do you think his attitude will be much better when he meets the stupid Cohen again? At least he will no longer grind his teeth..."
"Because half of the hatred has been transferred to you?"
"This is called sacrificing the ego..."
"Have you talked enough?" Grover turned back coldly, his eyes so sharp that he made everyone tremble.
The next second, watching Rolf and Lyock's silent confrontation, his expression suddenly changed. He put his arms around Paul beside him and pulled him outward without any explanation:
"Ah! By the way, little silly lion, what do you think your bow and arrows are called? Nisha? Wow, that's so cool! What's the background and story behind it? Tell me about it..."
The surrounding guard colleagues were attracted to their attention and gathered towards them.
Paul was frightened and angry. He struggled to get rid of the pull but hesitated to speak.
Yes, he really wants to... No, it's not that he really wants to, it's definitely not that he really wants to... It's just that he might accidentally reveal a little bit of Nisha's reputation and family heritage to everyone.
, so that everyone can naturally carve their impressions of him and the Black Lion family into their cognition...
but not……
Not in this case…
It shouldn't be up to this fool...
"Hurry up, don't be stunned," he approached him, patted his bow and arrow, and whispered, "It doesn't matter, I will cooperate with you. Even if this broken bow has no story, you still have to blow it up and blow it into an arrow that can kill the gods.
The main purpose of this magical weapon is to divert everyone's attention from staring at the mute side..."
Broken bow...
Paul took a breath.
Damn it, the image of a famous bow he has finally cultivated, and the personal fame he plans to spread from this...
"Hurry up, this is for the guards..."
"," Bozdov's heir looked at Doyle sadly, gritting his teeth, "Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?"
"Whether it is or not!"
Doyle looked serious:
"You must act stupid at this time!"
Snapped!
The next second, a pair of big hands fell on their shoulders.
The zombie's head squeezed in.
"Quickly, tell a story. Now, brag as powerfully as possible to attract everyone here." Glover stared at the shocked Paul without any objection, with a gloomy expression on his face, "This is an order."
Paul's expression was stiff.
So next, under the dual offensive of one soft, one hard, one strong and one weak, Paul could only tell the story of naming Gong Nisha with a look of despair on his face, to his fellow guards who had their ears pricked up but still couldn't help but turn around frequently.
Let us count the souls who died under its arrows, which famous historical figures they include, and which of the glorious past and immortal achievements of the Black Lion in the past dynasties each deceased person represents, as well as what they represent in the history books of the kingdom.
What a rich and colorful stroke...
"... In the old Castle of Heroes, there was a rebellious son of the Bozdov family. He was not good at swordsmanship and was fond of bow and arrow. He was neither understood by his family nor had a famous teacher to teach him, so he ran away from home in anger.
...At that time, Tormund III, the Thornslayer King, was in court, and under his command was a powerful man at the peak of the Western Continent. He held a bow and controlled the string, and his arrows were fired without missing a beat. His achievements were shining, his skills were unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and he was known as the 'Sun Shooter'.
'Giuliano..."
On this side, the Silent Killer did not listen to the chatter and applause about the Bozdorf family's past. He just stared at Rolf's throat and hesitated to speak.
"I see...but you, how did you..."
Leyock gritted his teeth.
Damn it, what should he say at this time?
Should I say "You really deserve it" or "You are so unlucky"?
Or is it like what Belicia taught, when you see an old acquaintance, no matter what happens, just say "You have changed so much" or "You haven't changed at all"?
Damn it, none of the words are right.
Is Belicia okay?
As a killer and thug who takes jobs, he is not good at words, let alone small talk, except for harsh words.
At this moment, the situation was delicate, and the Silent Killer was even more at a loss, unable to speak.
What's more, the other party is not his friend - he can't even remember the mute's full name.
The next second, the former ghost with the wind pulled up his pants, revealing a pair of legs with a metallic sheen below the knees.
After seeing everything clearly, Leyock's eyes froze.
"This is all...the night we fought on Hongfang Street?"
The Silent Killer said softly.
Rolf shrugged.
"Did our people do it? Qinza? No, so cruel... Was it Anton?"
Rolf chuckled and shook his head.
If it was really the Mafia Brotherhood, that would be great.
Then he can be regarded as a war injury or even a work-related injury. It is a medal left behind by fighting for the club, and he can be regarded as a gang hero...
No, only the kingdom has heroes, only good people who do the right thing have heroes, and only people who live under the sun can be heroes.
He's an underground gang, let's just call him a hero.
If he survives, he will at least be able to influence the Blood Bottle Gang and have his own territory?
Rolf's eyes were in a trance.
"If it wasn't the brotherhood, that would be...oh."
The Silent Killer thought of something and kept silent.
Sometimes, the tricks of fate can make no sense.
At that moment, Mertesa, who was guarding the abandoned house, flashed before Leyock's eyes.
That guy... was once one of the so-called Thirteen Generals, right?
Leyock nodded blankly:
"So you disappeared, at least you didn't go back anymore - knife bitch, I mean, Kathleen didn't seek justice for you, at least compensation?"
Hearing the familiar name, Rolf seemed not to have heard it and remained motionless.
Leyock thought of Mertesa again, frowned and waved:
"That's all, it's not important, I don't want to know either."
Rolf was suddenly very grateful to him.
The mute lowered his pants and shrugged nonchalantly.
In this way, Leyock and Rolf, two former street enemies, stood in front of each other, facing each other quietly, with a subtle atmosphere.
"...The female ranger dressed up in a smart costume could not help but think of the 'Nishi' as a group of corrupt officials, raised her hand and fired an arrow... Although the Nishi had strong arms, the female ranger was more accurate, and the two of them aimed arrows from a distance
Thirty shots, you come and I can't tell the winner... Seeing both sides firing real fire, it's about life and death. An arrow flies from the end of the sky, deafening the air, and breaks the bowstrings of both of them at the same time... Both of them are...
I was so shocked that the person who came was none other than the man who shot the sun - the nephew of the knight squire Lykos..."
Amid the noisy background, Leyock spoke first.
"My dead... friend," Silent Killer murmured, as if talking to himself, "actually he was quite lucky."
Rolf smiled.
Yes, very lucky.
But in the deepest darkness, luck is useless.
You also need to be strong and tenacious.
And a little bit insignificant, but crucial... light.
"You know, that dead friend and I still owe an unfinished fight."
Rolf raised his eyes and clenched his fists unabashedly.
Leyock shook his head and said quietly:
"But now I'm thinking: What was the point of that fight?"
Rolf was startled for a moment.
That fight, for what?
"A piece of land?"
"A little fame?"
"A gang?"
Layok said quietly:
"You can't hold your breath?"
"Or...fight for the sake of fighting?"
The other party's words made Rolf also fall into deep thought.
"...After seeing the decisively worded farewell letter, Count Lion and Knight Lycos realized that their so-called duel for love was both self-righteous and meaningless, and was contrary to the teachings of their ancestors... The two were enemies.
Throughout their lives, Yiyou's men have never seen the shocking Leisen again, who dared to love and hate, and who haunted them. This love triangle ended without any problem... But Ma Gong's Nisha has since been passed down in the Heroes' Castle, and gradually
The bow 'Duan Chao' stayed in Yanbi Port, but the short bow 'Jingli' followed the ranger Leisen and disappeared into the world... One of the three bows was lost, one of the three veins was missing, and there was no one left in the world.
The three masters of the Sun Shooter had the opportunity to fulfill their oaths and differentiate themselves to prove that they are the orthodox heirs of the unique skill of the 'Sun Shooting Bow' and the best handler of the divine bow 'Blocking the Sun'... Not to mention
Use it to challenge the legendary anti-demon armed force from the north - the magic bow 'Unmoved', so as to avenge the sun shooter..."
On the other side, Paul's gritty and listless story was coming to an end. He could no longer cover up the overly warm applause, and everyone left the venue one after another.
"Now I've figured it out."
Leyock smiled in relief.
"It's a bad fight just for the sake of fighting, so let's not fight."
After the words fell, Leyock turned around and left without any regrets.
I don’t know why I was beaten...
Bad frame.
Rolf watched the Silent Killer's back go away with mixed emotions, and then turned back.
He threw the mask on the table and made a few gestures to Glover (who had recovered from the history of the Black Lion family).
Glover frowned repeatedly, but fortunately he jumped out of nowhere to save the situation:
"What's wrong Rolf? What do you mean? What do you want? Food? Drink? Shit?"
Rolf glanced at him and sighed.
"That's not what he meant."
Unexpectedly, the person who answered the call was actually Grover.
"No, I'm not sleepy yet, I can still work for a while," Glover shook his head, "I'll change my shift later."
Rolf was silent for a while, snorted vaguely, turned around and walked towards his bed.
"Hey, mute."
But Glover stopped him and pointed to the table:
"You forgot your mask."
Rolf stopped.
He looked at the half of the mask left on the table, remained silent for a long time, and then made a few gestures to the zombies.
His eyes lit up, and he repeated Rolf's gesture. Just as he was about to translate enthusiastically, he saw Glover snorting disdainfully:
"Why are you sending it to me? I don't wear a mask."
No mask?
Rolf didn't respond, just looked at him deeply.
Seeing the strong personality of Glover, he felt very frightened in his heart.
The next second, Rolf made another gesture.
"All right……"
Glover frowned, grabbed the mask, and looked at the buckle on it.
"Then I just...find a corner and throw it away?"
Rolf waved his hands indifferently and turned to leave.
Glover put down his mask, looked at the mute's back, and hummed disdainfully:
"Tsk, with that dignified face on display, all the kids are walking around...what's wrong with you??"
I saw people watching the whole thing from the side, dancing and dancing but not saying anything, with their jaws hanging open in shock.
"You...he...he...you...you...when...when..."
He turned his head back and forth, looking at Glover and then Rolf, in disbelief.
"What's wrong? What time? What time?" Glover said impatiently.
"when……"
Doyle took a deep breath and finally calmed down his shocked expression.
"No, it's just...hey, forget it."
Doyle shrank back into the corner, hugged his knees, sniffed, and said sourly:
"fine."
Glover looked confused.
At this moment, footsteps came from deep in the tunnel.
Everyone was alert, but Paul was especially serious in response.
What if His Highness the Prince wants to come out for a walk...
"Hey, such a big battle?"
Soon, everyone was attracted by the person who came - she was a graceful beauty, followed by Miranda with a frosty face.
"Keep your eyes where they should be!"
Miranda's cold voice sounded, causing the men with staring eyes to shudder and turn their heads.
Belicia covered her mouth and smiled softly.
"I'm not just talking about them, ma'am," Miranda said coldly. She pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword and never relaxed. "I was always very polite when I invited you here, so don't make me regret it."
Belicia raised her hands and turned her wrists:
"What if?"
"Otherwise it will be your turn to regret it."
Miranda didn't mince words.
Belicia raised her eyebrows.
"Also, the highlight of the move is the little madam in black silk!"
At this moment, Glover, who had been sullen since Belicia appeared, suddenly spoke:
"Don't cause trouble on Hongfang Street. It will bring down... well, the entire industry."
Um?
The entire industry?
This sentence was quite inappropriate and ruined the atmosphere. Everyone turned to Glover with strange expressions.
The zombie seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and could only turn his head and cough.
"Oh, this good man," Belicia smiled, "So, you often go to Hongfang Street?"
Behind him, he turned to his colleagues and mouthed "I think so too" silently.
"Then why didn't you come to the 'One Night Encounter'? I must know that my little flowers like you with a delicious figure and domineering temperament... Hmm!"
Miranda pressed Belicia's shoulders, causing the former to groan.
"enough."
She grabbed Belicia, but looked at Glover who looked unnatural:
"Ma'am, this is not the occasion to solicit customers."
The latter stared at Belicia for a few times, then turned back angrily.
At this moment, Leyock appeared in the passage ahead and looked at Belicia:
"Honey, what's the problem?"
When he saw Miranda holding Belicia's hand, his face turned cold and his knees slightly bent.
Seeing the movements of the Quiet Killer, the Star Lake guards all looked wary and pressed their weapons.
The atmosphere was not right, and Belicia, who was in a bad mood, was about to speak, but Miranda behind her exerted force on her hands, causing her expression to change slightly.
"We don't have a problem, honey," Miranda said softly, with a warning, "right?"
Belicia forced a smile.
"Of course, your adult is very easy to talk to... Wow!"
"Which sir?"
Miranda put more pressure on her hands and remained calm.
Belicia's eyes flashed coldly and she was silent for a while.
"I remember wrongly, there is no adult."
There are only little kids here.
Belicia added in her heart with resentment.
Miranda then said with satisfaction:
"By the way, my lord asked you to bring a message to Maurice and Lancer: He will remember this favor."
Lyok frowned, but Belicia said in confusion:
"What, which sir? What kind of favor?"
Miranda stared at the innocent-looking woman for several seconds, then nodded and let her go.
"Don't worry, cool girls from the North, I know the rules." Belicia moved her sore shoulders and chuckled disdainfully.
I've been through a lot of this battle.
Miranda nodded:
"Very good, I'll take you out right now."
But Miranda immediately noticed something was wrong and frowned warily:
"how do you know……"
"Did you know you're from the north?"
Belicia smiled disdainfully:
"Isn't it true that the fashion trends of the upper class in the royal capital are all good now?"
Miranda's eyes darkened.
On the other side, Lyock withdrew the confiscated sword from the malicious Morgan and stood beside Belicia.
But Belicia's smile suddenly disappeared, and she looked in the direction of the dungeon:
"What will happen to him?"
This question was confusing, and everyone behind him was confused.
"He will pay the price."
Miranda answered without hesitation:
"For what he did in the Emerald City."
Belicia motioned to Leyok next to him to calm down, while squinting at Miranda:
"Does everyone do it?"
"Everyone can." Miranda was extremely sure.
"That's wrong, you cool girl wearing gloves," Belicia was silent for a while and then said with a disdainful smile, "I dare say that there are some people in this world who don't have to and are destined not to pay the price."
Her eyes flickered, she seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if there were endless unspoken words:
"some people."
For some reason, her calm eyes and indifferent attitude made the battle-experienced guards inexplicably nervous.
Even more vigilant about Leyock than before.
"It's really hard to ask some people to pay the price, harder than others," Miranda snorted, "but trust me, they will."
Regardless of whether the price is visible or not, whether everyone is satisfied...
Miranda pressed the hilt of the sword with a vague look in her eyes:
"They all will."
Leyock sneered disdainfully: "Even your boss?"
Miranda's expression changed:
"Especially him."
Belicia smiled, looking forward with deep meaning.
I saw her standing straight, her left hand behind her back, her right hand raised up, pretending to take off the non-existent hat, and then bowed deeply to everyone, making a curtain call at the end of the performance, and then turned around in a smart and neat manner without looking back.
Leave.
Leyock remained silent. He took one last look at Rolf in the crowd, and then left.
Miranda pursed her lips and followed calmly, her palm never leaving the hilt of the sword.
The guards all let out a sigh of relief, but then looked at each other with strange expressions.
strangeness……
How could they, the mighty Star Lake Guards, the capable men under the Second Prince, be afraid of a bitch...
"Have you seen enough?"
Paul was the first to speak. He looked at the person beside him coldly:
"Your neck is almost stretched."
Doyle clicked his tongue and pulled back his neck.
"But she is indeed very charming. Didn't you stare at the beautiful Mira in a daze before..."
Paul suddenly coughed heavily and interrupted.
"This, this is different," Paul said unnaturally, "She is...is..."
"A bitch?"
Youran said:
"So what you care about is not whether you're pretty, but whether you're a bitch?"
Paul turned and glared at him.
"What, did I say something wrong?" He looked innocent.
"snort."
After glaring at the other party for several seconds, Paul snorted disdainfully, shook his head and left:
"Doyle..."
"Yep."
Shaking his head, he followed from behind without any care: