Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 89: What does it have to do with me

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"Young Master?"

Hearing the voice of the guards, the manager Shen Hong hurriedly turned his head and said respectfully, "Young Master, why are you here? Is it because the noise here is too loud and disturbing you?"

"...hmm."

Le Yu walked over slowly, glanced at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, Shen Hong immediately said: "Master, be careful, don't stain your shoes, I'll find someone to clean them up."

Le Yu looked at Shuangye's head, her round face was a little purple and swollen, as if she had been beaten hard, her eyes were wide open, she didn't know where she was staring into the distance, but in the end it turned into a deep pool dead silence.

Le Yu has seen a lot of dead people. On the first day he came to this world, he saw his body, then Lin Jinyao, Lin Xuen, and then Chen Fu and other operatives from the Statistics Department. The corpse, I saw the ugly appearance of Boss Huo's group hanging to death in the morning.

He still remembers the calmness when he shot Lin Jinyao. Although he was forced to helpless, he felt that he had integrated into this era. At least he could calmly and calmly accept the existence of corpses and accept that 'people can die at any time' this fact.

But Le Yu now realizes that these were all just his delusions.

Qianyu Liu's 'cold-blooded constitution' helped him much more than he imagined. It protects Le Yu's naive worldview and allows Le Yu to pass through the "novice stage" calmly, but when Le Yu faces the **** cruel reality, he finds that he is still so... fragile.

This girl with a little baby fat face, a sweet and cute smile, a little shy girl, actually died like this.

Not in the chaotic streets, nor in the fire and rainstorm, nor under the Ming canon of the Prison Division.

It's neither like Lin Jinyao who died for ideals, nor like Chen Fu who died because of the awakening of his conscience.

Not a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster, worthless, meaningless.

Le Yu looked at Shuangye's eyes and suddenly felt that she was looking at her too. She seemed to want to say something, but Le Yu could neither hear nor see it.

"What did she do wrong?" Le Yu's voice was somewhat casual, as if she was just asking a trivial matter.

"Conspired with another manservant in the mansion, Rong Yao, to steal the key of grace and eloped to the mansion." Speaking of this, Shen Hong gritted his teeth and seemed to hate it: "They unlocked it privately. Grace, we fled before and after the appointment, Rong Yao has already escaped while the guards were patrolling."

"Fortunately, God has eyes. This girl stepped on dead leaves while hiding in the shade of the garden. The guards found out that something was wrong and caught him on the spot, otherwise she would really run away."

Speaking of this, Shen Hong patted the shoulder of the guard next to him with admiration. Le Yu glanced at him and asked, "What's your name?"

The guard looked flattered: "If you return to the son, my name is Huatu."

Others looked at him enviously. This time he was remembered by the eldest son, and sooner or later he would be reused by the son, and maybe he would be able to leave the post of guard and go straight to the sky.

Shen Hong continued: "I found out that the grace on her feet was gone, so I immediately counted the number of people in the house and the keys to grace. Only she and Rong Yao's keys were gone, and Rong Yao couldn't find them. It must be these two **** who gave and received each other privately, and after a few cross-examinations to see her reaction, they will know everything."

Grace.

Le Yu looked at Shuangye's left ankle and found a shallow mark.

After the rise of slavery, how to prevent runaway slaves has always been a concern of all slave consumers. There is basically no good way for ordinary consumers to either starve their servants or lock the door to prevent them from running.

But slaves are bought to work. No matter whether they are hungry or locked, they cannot squeeze the maximum value of slaves. Therefore, the big chambers of commerce have created a tool called grace.

The appearance of 'Grace' is a silver bracelet or anklet, which can be customized with various patterns. For example, the grace of the Jing family will have a pattern of thorns. As for the effect of 'grace', in one sentence: the bomb.

Grace is made of special sparkling stones with several gunpowder points placed inside. Once detonated, it will cause local explosive damage.

The trigger condition of Grace's explosion is to forcibly dismantle or reduce the energy of the special glaring stones to a critical point, and because the order of placement of the special glaring stones is different, the supplementary energy also needs to be supplemented with light energy in accordance with the order.

Light energy supplements are generally adult-sized instruments. In addition to adapting to large-scale energy storage solar slates, it is also to ensure that slaves cannot steal light energy supplements. Like the light energy supplement in Jing Mansion, three stone locks are even customized to ensure that no one can remove it.

The maximum interval for replenishing the light energy of grace varies according to the needs of the customer. The minimum interval is one day and the maximum interval is five days, but normally, the servants will replenish the light energy of grace once a day.

With the help of grace, the chamber of commerce has achieved maximum control over the slaves-unless they dare to risk breaking their hands and feet, the slaves can't escape at all; and the slaves can move freely for two to three days outside, which is enough to complete the tasks ordered by the master. task, so that the labor force of slaves can be fully utilized.

As for why it is worn on the limbs and not on the neck, it is naturally because a disabled servant is worth more than a dead servant.

The only way to dismantle the Grace is to open it with the original key that was purchased. Grace is generally replaced every two or three years. It is not uncommon to remove grace. Sometimes the master will reward the slave by removing the master-slave status.

'The slave risked his death to save the master, the master was deeply moved to release his status as a slave, the slave was grateful and weeping and wished the master to go through fire and water from generation to generation' is a very popular rumor template in Xuanzhu County.

And the reason why this explosive restraint device is named 'Grace' is because the Silver Blood Association stipulates that slaves can use grace to get help from any chamber of commerce outside, and they can eat whatever they want when they are dying of starvation. Go directly to the doctor to see a doctor for free, there is no place to live or even boarding.

As long as they wear grace, the servants will be free of food, clothing, housing and transportation in Xuanzhu County.

Silver Blood will know that as long as the slave is alive, the benefits obtained from people will far exceed the survival resources he consumes.

Many slaves can also live well. As long as they are willing to dedicate their lives, obediently and submissively, the master will even protect their safety-because slaves are the property of the master.

If you have to pursue freedom...

"So you killed her?" Le Yu whispered.

"Yes." Shen Hong nodded and said, "Whether it's stealing the keys of grace or giving and receiving it from other servants, it's an unforgivable crime. She wouldn't say where Rong Yao was, and kept it. She will only make a bad head, and at this time, she should cut the mess with a quick knife and kill a hundred people."

"Why not keep her for further interrogation?"

"No need, these **** are very shrewd, Rong Yao may have run away now, it is pointless to continue the interrogation, a waste of time, and she may attract sympathy from others when she is alive, now she is dead, a few days later In heaven, everyone will forget about her, and will only remember the fact that there is only one way to die as a fugitive slave."

It is well-founded and convincing.

Le Yu had nothing to say, and finally asked: "Don't you use it to ask me?"

Shen Hong was a little stunned: "Young Master, didn't you say that I will handle all the discipline of subordinates? Master, you have never liked to deal with such chores."

Le Yu recalled for a moment that Jing Zhengwei did arrange this.

It turns out that this is actually a 'chore' that can be handed over to anyone...

Le Yu suddenly felt that she had no strength in her body, and she stood on the spot and didn't want to speak. Shen Hong waited for a long time before asking, "If the young master has no other orders, then I will call someone to come and clean it up..."

"Wait," Le Yu pointed to Shuangye's body and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"...What are you going to do with your son?" Shen Hong asked respectfully after hearing the implication.

Le Yu said calmly: "Bury well."

"Thank you for your great virtue." Zilan, who was sobbing secretly beside her, hurriedly knelt down and thanked her, "If Shuangye knew that the young master treated her like this, she would surely rest in peace."

What the hell... Le Yu saw that the others were all moved, and Shen Hong said with heartfelt convincing: "Young Master is very right, although Shuangye conspired to steal the key and escape, but now that he has been punished, Shuangye is still the servant of the son, and should be handled properly to show the son's benevolence. Fortunately, the son stopped me, otherwise the old servant would have done something wrong."

Le Yu was speechless, maybe he didn't know what to say, or maybe he didn't want to say anything, he waved his hand and turned to leave, Zi Lan came over immediately and said, "Sir, some lights in the house are out of order. If it's not on, I'll bring the lamp to your room with you?"

Le Yu did not speak, but nodded in acquiescence to her companion.

The two walked through the Fuzhong path, and gradually they could not hear the noise of the garden. Zilan whispered: "Thank you, son."

"Thank me for what?"

"Young Master Xie allowed Shuangye to be buried with dignity, and Master Xie... not punishing me."

Le Yu finally recovered a little bit of anger, and asked strangely: "Why should I punish you?"

"Because I live and eat with Shuangye, Shuangye actually did such a rebellious thing. I didn't find out in time and I was also responsible for reporting it. If it wasn't for the young master who came in time just now, Mr. Shen probably would have thought of punishing him later. I'm gone." Zilan's voice was a little troubled: "Shuangye is also true, she actually believes in Rong Yao's nonsense, I used to think he was a slick person when I saw him, but I didn't expect him to be so bold, even the key of grace. steal..."

Zilan denounced the man who encouraged Shuangye to escape in a low voice. After listening for a while, Le Yu suddenly asked: "Shuangye died, are you sad?"

"Sad." Zi Lan nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "She is my best friend, and I always treat her as my sister."

"Do you hate Director Shen then?"

Zi Lan was taken aback, "I..."

"Don't worry, there's no one else here." Le Yu held Zilan's shoulder and looked at her: "I won't tell anyone, I just want to hear your real thoughts. Director Shen killed him. Frostleaf, do you hate him?"

Although Zilan's eyes were a little dodgy, she nodded and said, "There is a bit of hatred, after all...but it's not that I can't—"

"Do you hate me then?"

"No."

Le Yu stared at Zi Lan's eyes earnestly, Zi Lan did not escape in the slightest, she blinked her eyes and looked at Le Yu sincerely, and asked in confusion, "Why should I hate Young Master?"

"Because Director Shen is also carrying out my orders in the final analysis, if I don't pursue it, if I-"

"No, this is indeed Shuangye's fault," Zilan shook her head: "She stole the key of grace and was tricked by a man to run away together. It is reasonable for Director Shen to punish her. I hate Director Shen. , just because he refused to give Shuangye a way out, but you won't do that, son."

"But you don't think, without me, this might not have happened at all—"

"How could it be, if the young master hadn't bought me and Shuangye, we might have slept on the street and starved to death, or be sold into the Red Dream Field. No matter how you think about it, it will definitely be worse than it is now." Zilan Seriously said: "Young Master has nothing to do with this matter, why should I hate Master?"

Le Yu was stunned for a moment, then muttered to herself in relief:

"Yeah, what does it have to do with me..."

At this point, the two of them had already walked to the front of the bedroom, and Zilan asked cautiously, "Young Master, do you want me to serve you tonight?"

Le Yu looked at her eager to try, smiled and shook her head: "I'm a little tired today, and you feel uncomfortable when you encounter such a thing. Go back and have a good rest tonight."

"Yes." Zi Lan obediently agreed, but looking at her expression, she seemed a little regretful.

Sitting on the bed and reading a book, Qing Lan heard the door open and immediately put down her book and took off her glasses. Just as she was about to say hello, she saw the young master lying on the bed as soon as she came in, with a look of 'don't talk to me if I don't want to talk'.

Qing Lan observed her words and expressions, quietly massaged the acupoints for the son, and then asked softly, "Master, then I turned off the lights?"

Young Master remained silent, Qing Lan turned off the lights and closed her eyes and lay on the bed. She waited for a while, and then felt that the son took the initiative to hug her again.

As if hearing the sound of the second shoe finally landing, Qing Lan's heart also relaxed, ready to fall asleep. But just when she was a little sleepy, she suddenly felt the son's hand move down!

Are you coming?

Is it finally coming?

Qing Lan was very nervous in her heart, and her anxiety was mixed with some inexplicable expectations. She felt the son's hand all the way down, brushing some places that made her blush and ears, and then continued down——

All the way to her feet.

Feeling the young master groping a few times, Qing Lan's heart filled with doubts: What, does the young master have such a hobby? I didn't see it before...

Suddenly, Qing Lan felt the young master stop.

Then, the son's hand returned to its original position, no longer moving, and it seemed that he had died down, acting like a gentleman.

Qing Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but had new doubts: Why did the young master suddenly stop just now?

You should have touched her left ankle just now, which is where she wears the grace anklet. Don't you like other people wearing anklets? So will I be asked to change my bracelet tomorrow?

When Qing Lan was thinking wildly, sleepiness also struck.

But just when she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly awakened by an inexplicable intuition.

There was no movement around, and Qinglan didn't hear any sound, but she just felt that something was happening around her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and through the faint moonlight afterglow, she could clearly see the expression of the person beside the pillow.

He is crying.

Obviously his expression was calm and lazy as always, and he still looked like the eldest young master of the Jing family, who was full of evil deeds, but his eyes were full of tears, soaking the pillow.

No sobbing, no trembling, just unstoppable tears, just like a child who only dares to cry secretly when she sleeps in the middle of the night, crying so pitifully and so sincerely.

Qing Lan was stunned, and it took a while before she realized that she had to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep. If the young master knew that she was watching him cry, then she probably wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Just...

Qing Lan slept with her eyes closed. After a while, she slowly adjusted her sleeping position so that her head was gently pressed against the son's chest.

Every night since then, their sleeping position has remained unchanged.

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Four days later.

In a 'gynecology' wild medical officer clinic in the outer city, a man wearing a black trench coat to conceal his identity came.

The young and beautiful cultural and medical officer glanced at him, picked up the sign of 'seeing a doctor' and hung it outside, locked the door, and led him into the inner room before saying, "Why do you come here when you have time?"

"Had to come back to see if there are any new arrangements in the organization."

Yin Minghong lifted his hood, sat down and said, "By the way, is there any news from the Jing family?"

"It's still the same intrigue, but before the Jing family's death is still alive, their petty fights don't make much sense, but Jing Zhengwei is a little strange these days."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He killed Shen Hong."

Yin Minghong frowned: "Shen Hong is his confidant for many years... why?"

"As far as I know, Jing Zhengwei suddenly looked at Shen Hong and said 'why are you wearing a hat' one day, and then asked Mi Die to directly break Shen Hong's neck." ?"

"I don't believe it." Yin Minghong shook his head.

The civil and medical officer nodded: "I don't believe it either. Shen Hong guessed that he was a spy sent by someone else and was accidentally discovered by Jing Zhengwei, so Jing Zhengwei found a random reason to kill him."

"What else did Jing Zhengwei do?"

"It seems to have killed a guard, and the reason seems to be quite casual."

"He is getting more and more surly." Yin Minghong judged: "Now that the competition for the head of the Jing family has reached a fever pitch, Jing Zheng is not as powerful as others, so it is normal for him to be surly and crazy... He is in a hurry. "

The medical officer nodded in approval.

"Does that organization have any new directives?"

"Speaking of this, I have to mention something to you." The medical officer took out a letter: "Someone sent a letter through your exclusive contact information two days ago."

Yin Minghong just wanted to take the letter, but the medical officer avoided it and took out another document: "This is a wanted order passed by the organization. The mission to seize the city in Xingke County has failed. The White Night Walkers are suspected of major mutiny, and the organization requires all White Night Walkers to join in the pursuit and avenge the comrades in Xingke County."

"Do you take things slowly," Yin Minghong complained, "Do you want me to read the letter or the wanted notice first?"

"I want you to read both copies together~IndoMTL.com~ The medical officer handed the envelope and the wanted notice to Yin Minghong.

Yin Minghong first glanced at the wanted notice:

"The wanted original White Night Walker has a dark voice, moderate force, and is suspected of possessing the 'Saint's Relic', an extremely powerful soldier. The whereabouts are currently unknown. The possible locations are: Dongyang, Morrowind, Yanjing..."

The Yin Yin is hidden! ?

Seeing this name, Yin Minghong suddenly recalled something, and his heart was mixed for a while.

"Don't be stupid, look at the letter." The medical officer urged.

Yin Minghong glanced at the signature on the envelope.

This time he wasn't stunned.

He was immediately stunned.

"Your Highness"