"Who!?" Morses turned around quickly and looked at the door.
Lal was holding the door panel with his hand, standing outside the door, looking at Morse with some confusion, "What are you doing?" he said.
"Nothing, ha...what about you?" Morse smiled awkwardly, and then quickly changed the subject.
Lal has also lived in an orphanage since he was a child, and because he was born with poor health, no one has been willing to adopt him.
"I met Dean Krabi in the corridor just now. He asked me to tell you that you can go back today." Lal shrugged and said, "Hey, come with me to the market. I know how to sneak into the circus.
Tuan, I love that clown so much!”
"No... I didn't sleep well last night. I want to go back and take a nap." Morsis declined Lar. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out, he just didn't like places that were too busy.
"Okay then..." Lal said and walked out of the door. Morsis reluctantly looked back at the book, but had no choice but to follow Lal and leave the room.
The two of them chatted while going down to the first floor. After saying goodbye, Lal walked out of the door, while Morse walked towards his room.
This orphanage is not small. Children like Lal who can no longer be adopted will have their own room... Of course, there are not many children like that.
Moses was different. He owned that room from the first day he came here, because his father had entrusted him to Krabi.
"Nothing will happen to the old man, right?" Morsis said to himself as he walked, "It's strange to think about it, why can those guys sit calmly in the room and negotiate with the old man every time?
"
That group of gangsters threatened not only this orphanage, but also many shops in the surrounding areas. They were much more brutal when dealing with those people.
"It can't be that they also have some kind hearts, right?" Morsis smiled, but the doubts could not be solved with a joke.
He stopped and turned around.
"I remember that the old man often met guests in the corner room on the first floor..." Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Morse's mouth.
…
"Mr. Krabi Creevey, long time no see." Krabi had just walked into the reception room when he heard a very harsh voice.
Sitting on the sofa near the window was a short-haired man wearing a gray and black fur coat. He was about to light a cigarette when Krabi came in.
"Sorry, I think I said before that there is no smoking here, Mr. Trey Mark." Krabi sat opposite Trey and said expressionlessly, "Also, why have you become so polite?
?”
"Hey, I have to keep up with the times!" Trey ignored Krabi's no-smoking rule, took a puff of cigarette, and said with a smile, "Let's talk about serious things. The guys under me are a little tight lately.
Well, how about Dean Creevey help us?"
Krabi still showed no expression, his eyes were fixed on Trey, and he said in a cold tone, "Didn't we agree last time that it would be once every six months? If I remember correctly, this has only been three months.
moon."
Trey put out the cigarette casually, leaned forward, and his tone became colder, "Don't be disrespectful, I only come once every few months because of your strength, but believe me, I have many ways to finish you off."
…Mr. Scholar.”
Krabi did not speak, but still looked at Trey. An indescribable sense of oppression arose in the latter's heart, making him somewhat breathless.
"What does this mean? Mr. Creevey, I think you don't want to die, right? It's just money. It would be better for you and me to let the matter be resolved properly, right?" Trey's tone changed somewhat, because he found that his
The action began to slow down, but Krabi on the opposite side had no intention of stopping.
"Hey! You don't really think...if you kill me now, the people from the shrine will definitely find you!" Trey was really scared, but he didn't expect this scholar to be serious about it.
But just as he was thinking frantically about how to get out of this predicament, the oppressive feeling disappeared, and Krabei on the opposite side stood up like a normal person and poured himself a glass of wine.
"It seems that you, a gangster leader, are also afraid. I just wanted to let you know how easy it is for a high-ranking transcendent person to kill you... I will give you the money, but we need to discuss how much." Krabei added.
He poured an extra glass and placed it in front of Trey, who was sweating profusely. "This is wine from the Singer Empire in the Mainland. Don't you want to try it?"
Trey looked at Krabi and nodded subconsciously.
In just one minute, the active party in the negotiation changed, and the method of change was pure strength.
"Fifteen gold coins, this is my upper limit." Krabi sat down again and announced his bottom line, seemingly not caring about the other party's opinions.
"Fifteen gold coins? Do you know how many people I have?" Trey frowned. Fifteen gold coins are neither too much nor too little. Ordinary Hull City citizens can probably use them for two to three months.
Time earned the money, but to Trey, it was nothing.
His original plan was to get at least thirty gold coins, which was the same as before. But what he didn't expect was that this time Krabei would be uncharacteristic and directly put pressure on him.
"Oh? You want more?" Krabi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the previous majesty came back again, and the feeling of powerlessness came to Trey again.
"No! Please, don't do this!" Trey shouted in horror. This feeling made him very scared, fearing the powerlessness of being conscious but unable to control his body.
"Fifteen! It's all up to you! Let me go!" After more than ten seconds, Trey finally couldn't stand it anymore and chose to compromise.
The feeling of oppression disappeared instantly, and Trey collapsed directly on the sofa this time, sweat flowing down his forehead.
"Huh...huh..." Trey couldn't say a word, just gasping for air. At this time, Clark finished the wine, stood up and left the reception room.
Within five minutes, Krabi came back carrying a small box and threw it to Trey, who had just recovered a little.
"There are one hundred and eighty Tasok silver coins in here. Do you want to click on them?" Seeing Trey catching the box, Krabe said.
"No need, I'll take my leave first." Trey picked up the box and walked towards the door. When passing by Krabi, he whispered, "You guy, believe me, you will regret it!"
"If you want me to regret it, you must at least lose your freedom...or your life first." Krabi replied softly.
"Asshole..." Trey cursed and walked out of the door with a ferocious expression.
When Clark saw Trey leaving, he walked to the sofa, picked up the glass of wine that Trey had not touched, and took a sip.
After about five minutes of this, Krabi finally drank up the glass of wine, put down the glass and praised him in a low voice, and then walked straight to the cloakroom next to the door.
"Come out, or are you going to let me in?" Krabe said with a smile.
After more than ten seconds, Morsis walked out with his head lowered.
"How...how did you find out?" he asked awkwardly.
"Do you think it's very concealed that you got through the hole next door?" Krabi looked at Morses, smiled and said his "concealed" action, "Then, you know what to do, right?"
"I know, clean the damn toilet...but before that, old man, you actually know magic?" Morses looked at Krabi with some excitement and asked.
Hearing this, Krabi sighed, looked at Morses with complex eyes, and said, "I originally thought I would tell you in two years, but since you discovered it yourself, I will tell you now.
"In this world, there is a group of special people, they are called transcendent ones."
"Transcendental One..." Morses repeated the title, and then asked, "Is that the gangster leader just now too?"
Krabi nodded and said, "He should be a Transcendent of the Fighter type, but he is still just a novice."
"Fighter type? What does that mean?" Morsis felt that his curiosity was completely aroused, so he asked quickly.
"Transcendents also have different ranks. Okay, I have to discuss it with Kilger. You can ask me again during class tomorrow." Krabe smiled, raised his hand and touched Morses' head.
Open the door and go out.
"Wait...wait a minute!" Morses suddenly shouted, "Can I become a transcendent?"
Krabi was visibly startled. He turned his head with complicated eyes and said, "If you choose that path in the future, I will make you a transcendent one.
"But before that, go clean the toilet...Also, the topic of transcendental beings must be kept secret, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."
Krabi closed the door, leaving Morse with an expectant look on his face.
"The transcendent one... can subdue the enemy just by sitting down. Can I be like that?" Morses giggled twice, obviously daydreaming.
After a minute, he adjusted his mood, suppressed his inner curiosity, and walked to the toilet.
If nothing else, he would probably have to clean until the afternoon to finish the damn job...
…
On the street outside the orphanage, Trey Mark was walking cursing while carrying a small box.
"Damn bastard! Scholar...scholar...I, Trey Mark, will definitely make you miserable!" He turned into a small alley while making unfounded complaints.
He had just said before that if he really went to report Krabi to the "Shrine", he would definitely be the first to be unlucky. After all, he was also an unregistered transcendent.
All the way to the end of the alley, Trey opened the door of an old bar. Before the creak of the broken door fell, he shouted loudly, "Brothers! Get ready to party, the great
Trey Mark won a great victory and returned home with a great achievement!”
Trey put on his original proud expression and announced his return in an exaggerated voice, but what was different from the past was that no one echoed him.
Only then did Trei see the situation in the bar clearly. His "brothers" were lying everywhere, and the tables and chairs were basically destroyed. The old bartender behind the bar was looking at a man sitting in front of the bar with a look of horror.
.
The guy was wearing a top hat and was dressed very formally, which was incompatible with the barbaric atmosphere around him. He was sipping a glass of red wine at the moment.
"The damn slums don't even have any decent wine." The man put down his glass, turned around, looked at Trey who looked confused, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "You are Trey Mark, right?
