Chapter 96 The identity of the private visit on the micro server is guessed and it is already fixed
When a person dies, he sinks into the sea, so don’t vent your anger too much...
Annan blinked.
He had heard similar proverbs, but in the Principality of Winter.
"...We also have a similar saying there. It is said that 'when a person dies, he will be buried in the ground, so don't be too sad.'"
"Oh, sad..."
Isaac sneered: "That kind of thing is not popular here.
"Although Danny Sawyer has always said that the Winter people are barbaric and cruel, the Theocracy people are rigid and arrogant, and the Noah people are timid and greedy for money... those guys in the underground cannot be called human beings. But let me tell you,
Danny Sawyer's biggest problem is here.
"When relatives and friends are killed, what they think about is not grief - but revenge. The King and the Privy Council are unreliable, and there is no justice. There is only gunfire in the alleys and poison in the back.
The blade, and the cannon fire flying from the depths of the sea are the most just."
"...Actually, it's no problem. This is understandable."
Annan shook his head: "When people cannot seek 'complete justice', blood revenge itself can only become a kind of 'incomplete justice'. It is the last resort."
"That can only be regarded as pale and empty justice at best."
Isaac took a breath, and the depression on his face became much lighter: "But the sad thing is... this has become Danny Sawyer's 'total justice'.
"In a place where you can only rely on yourself to avenge blood revenge, even if you don't harm anyone, don't commit a crime, and just live your own life... you might die suddenly one day. In a place where you can only rely on yourself, even your parents and children can't
A place where you can't be trusted, where brothers and sisters may betray you at any time... There is no such overly compassionate word as "sadness".
"And... sinking the dead into the sea is just to avoid trouble."
"trouble?"
Annan asked doubtfully.
"He means the undead, sir."
It was the stall owner who answered Annan's doubts.
"If the corpse is not buried in time - or hung in public for too long, it may turn into a resentful spirit because the 'funeral' has not been completed... No one knows whether this will really happen. But we don't have any stupid people here.
, everyone would rather believe what they have than what they don’t have, they are very smart.”
After the crowd dispersed, Annan and Isaac, who were still parked in the same place, stood out. So the stall owner immediately realized that they should have come here on a special trip and not just passers-by.
But as a gambling stall owner, what he is best at is "watching people."
Who can be offended, who cannot be offended, who must be eliminated as soon as possible, and who must be treated politely...
And I saw the stall owner walking over.
The people around them immediately dispersed further away - lest they heard something they shouldn't hear. The two children had also been brought back to the gambling stall. They had been "pawned" and belonged to this gambling stall.
"Personal property".
They either retreated into the gambling stalls, or stood guard at the intersection from a distance. They stood next to this pool of fresh and hot blood, and started chatting in the street that suddenly became deserted.
"Your Excellency...are you here to investigate something?"
The stall owner asked politely.
He glanced at the double snake staff held by Annan, as well as the fluttering off-shoulder robe, and the many geometric pendants hanging on Isaac's body... then he lowered his head in unusual respect.
It is impossible for a normal person to wear such weird and unusual clothes when going out on the street, let alone hold such a gorgeous cane - it even has a crystal ball bigger than his fist on it, and he can still see
To the streamer!
He had also seen clothes with geometric patterns before. They were the unique clothes of the Jade Pagoda instructors... Generally speaking, the more types of geometric patterns, the higher the status.
The pendant on this man's chest has almost everything.
... Could it be that the owner of the Jade Tower or the son of the tower came in person?
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that this is a scammer.
However, the stall owner is confident in his ability to recognize people - this calm and calm demeanor, as well as the extremely unusual affinity and pressure of the white-haired dwarf, cannot be faked.
The minimum is two official wizards, "committee" or even higher level ones.
And he was just the owner of a gambling stall belonging to a certain pirate faction in a certain port city. Although he was considered a middle-level and high-level person in the gang, even the old ritual master who joined them a few months ago had a higher status than him.
Some.
He is only human after all.
In a place like the United Kingdom, extraordinary beings are nobler than ordinary people on all levels. They can easily become nobles, and can be inserted into any industry regardless of qualifications... and can even easily become respected by the great pirates.
of mounted police.
Seeing his extremely respectful look, Annan asked with interest: "How do you know that we are not here just for fun?"
"Your accent makes you sound like a big noble from the cold winter area. And most likely you have never been to our place... But the adult next to you can tell at a glance that he is a local."
This gambling stall owner, who looks like a tavern owner, seems to be ready to say "That's how the game is played at any time, you are really a talent, my friend", but he seems so friendly in front of the two of them. This attitude can even be said to be almost humble.
"And if a local brings a friend from out of town to travel, he obviously won't take his friend to a gambling stall. At most, he will just come and take a look.
"If they saw a ceremony like that just now, they would probably leave quickly - I have also seen some big shots. Although they don't care whether little people like us are alive or not, when they see that kind of 'unclean' ceremony, they will still be worried about it.
If you are shocked... you will leave in a hurry before you are hung up."
The stall owner whispered, and the right corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
Although those big shots didn't even hesitate when they ordered someone to be killed. But when they really saw the iron hook nailed into the cheek, the blood mixed with the tongue or the eyeball popping out, they instead
He turned pale with fear.
Compared with those "big shots", this young man who was holding a scepter, had long silver-white hair, and his skin was so pure that it seemed to be glowing... and had a face as beautiful as a princess, did not react at all when he saw this scene.
There is neither fear nor excitement. There is no disgust and no pleasure.
There was just an almost divine compassion on his face.
The stall owner immediately confirmed that this must be a real high-ranking person.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in the stall owner's mind.
As if he had an inspiration, he suddenly guessed a possibility——
In the tavern before, I seemed to have heard that the Duke of Winter of this generation is young and often likes to travel to other countries...
This white-haired dwarf looks as beautiful as the little princess of the Denisaw family, has an unusually noble temperament, and has skin so white that it seems to be glowing...