Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 85:

"I know a lot of people want me to die. They have been waiting for a long time." Crick was in a wheelchair and walked slowly on the streets of Keene City, pushed by Amy Wei, while examining the streets. The pedestrians use their special abilities to search for those who are particularly low-friendliness, while chatting casually, "But I won't let them be satisfied so quickly. Of course I will die, but not now."

Amy Wei managed to squeeze a smile, nodded, and said "Yeah".

"I know you guys don’t believe me now, all of you think I’m dying. Tell you, I can really last a long time!" Crick said with a smile, but he said and said again. Unable to cough, he covered his mouth with his hand, coughed heavily, then put his hand in his pocket casually, but Emiwei clearly saw a scarlet in his palm.

Her body trembled, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears.

Crick didn't care, wiped his hands clean in his pocket, and then suddenly pointed to a beggar on the side of the road.

"Grab him." He said calmly, "I want to talk to him."

The guard immediately surrounded him from left to right, and the beggar's face changed drastically, and he jumped up, his movements unexpectedly vigorous. He was very vigilant, and he didn't mean the dog jumped the wall desperately. He ran away, but after a few steps, he was hit from behind by a white light and fell to the ground shaking.

Crick put down the glowing ￥￡long￥￡wind￥￡wen￥￡learn, w≯ww.cfw∨xn⊕et wand, coughed twice, smiled and asked the guards to raise their hands and feet, Brought this "beggar" to him.

"The weak electric shock beam only makes you unable to fight, and does not make you unable to speak." He said softly, "Now, let's talk about it."

The beggar looked at him in panic, without any intention to talk.

Crick smiled slightly and continued: "Fiss Lindel, although I have never heard of your family name, I don't want to come from a famous family, but you are also a nobleman after all. Why do you want to be a spy? "

When these words were spoken, the beggar's face suddenly became pale and full of despair.

"Why would you know?" He no longer remained silent, and asked in a quiet voice.

"Haha, secrets, everyone has their own secrets." Crick said with a smile, "Now, can you answer my question?"

Fiss Lindell was silent for a while, and shook his head: "Put me to death, and give me a way to die as a spy."

"I can't put a person to death for this." Crick smiled, "Why don't you help me, at least I will give you a job that won't insult your last name."

Face's eyes widened, and there was a clear struggling expression on his face, but it turned into frustration in the end.

As soon as he was about to refuse, Crick said again: "Looking at your expression, I understand, but I am not a brutal guard who can kill people casually. Send him to prison and go inside. Don't let him He ran away."

A guard took out the magic rope and waved his hand. The rope thicker than the thumb tied Faith like a caterpillar, and then carried him towards the barracks.

The prison led by Keene was originally in the lord’s mansion. Last year, Crick moved it to the barracks. He felt that if the dangerous elements were guarded by the army, he could really feel relieved.

"Is that person special just now?" Amy Wei asked curiously after Faith was sent away.

Crick smiled and said, "This man is not very capable, but he is very talented. If he can be properly trained, he can become a great weapon. Just so inexplicably, he died as a spy. , It’s a waste of his talent!"

(All attributes are fourteen, but his own level is only swordsman level two and spy level... this person can choose any direction to train, and he can step into the middle class steadily. If you help him find one A career that needs a balanced ability, maybe even a high-level class! Such a talent, now that I have seen it, how can I let it go!)

Not only that, but Faith is not very friendly to him. Although he is a spy by profession, his friendliness is also forty. I don't know if it is because he has seen many good people and deeds in Keenling? Or do you think highly of yourself as a lord? Moreover, after the tumult just now, Faith's friendliness rose instead of falling to forty-five...If this goes on, as long as he spends more time, he will surely be able to convince this person who must have stories and difficulties hidden in his stomach.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again.

"Let's go and continue to patrol." He said to the guards, "I am in good spirits today. I will try to patrol the entire Keene City."

...He did what he said, although the price of doing what he said was that he coughed up blood on the way back.

Back to the Baron’s Mansion, everyone was very worried, and more than one subordinate persuaded him to cultivate well. He chuckled and asked, "If I take a good rest, will my condition get better, and even recover?"

The subordinates are all dumb, speechless.

Even if they want to open their eyes and talk nonsense, nonsense that "just take a good rest and recover", they have to see who they are facing. What kind of character is Crick Keane? That is the wise sage who created the "Thunder Pearl" by himself! Lie to him? Who can do it?

Crick refuted everyone with a single sentence, smiled, and said: "Really, you guys are too worried. My health is indeed worse than one day, but it's actually a long way from death. It’s a long distance. I feel that if you continue to worry about it, maybe I’m not dead yet, and you’re going to scare yourself down."

Everyone laughed bitterly, and the matter was over.

Two days later, Crick ran to see Firth.

Face is no longer bound, he is locked in a sturdy cell, talking to Crick through the iron fence, and there is a middle-level bard holding a wand watching him, making sure that he cannot be violent. The attack started and hurt Creek.

The bard is called Xue Del, and he is almost fifty years old. He was originally active in the north, but he offended a very powerful enemy and had to flee to the south. In order to be safe, he asked for a job that minimized publicity. Crick asked him to see the prison. After pondering it, he agreed.

The prison in Keene is not as dirty and dark as ordinary prisons. Not only is it quite clean, the lighting conditions are also good, and most importantly, there are no cruel and terrible punishments, and there is no desperate prisoner Kerry. K’s style is that if a person is still worth saving, he will not let the other person despair; and if it is not worth saving, then just kill it directly, and there is no need to waste time and torture.

Schedell has a good life as the warden. He reads books every day, sings and sings. Apart from rarely going to the ground to avoid being discovered by his enemies, he is generally very moist. Recently, he even started to write novels, saying that he wanted to follow the example of the famous novelist "Shuvalier von Stolowski Franz" and write something that can warm people's hearts and inspire young people. story.

In the past few days when Faith was locked in, Xuedel chatted with him several times. Despite Faith's efforts to keep the secret, he was caught up with a lot of words in front of a bard who was good at inquiring.

All this information was naturally sent to Crick's desk, and he read it carefully. It was precisely because of reading these materials that Crick decided to come and talk to Faith now.

"Your relatives, what are you going to do?" He said straightforwardly, "If you want, I will send some people to cooperate with you and bring them to Keene to live, how about?"

Face's eyes lit up, and his friendliness immediately rose to sixty. But he thought for a while, then sighed deeply and shook his head.

Crick frowned, thinking about what he had made a mistake.

He thought for a while, but was still confused, couldn't help being a little upset, and couldn't help but cough a few more times.

Face's mood became even more depressed when he heard his cough.

So Crick understood.

"You are worried that my sister will not be able to keep the territory after I die, and then your family will still be unlucky, right?"

Face shakes slightly and raises his head.

"Your worries are unnecessary." Crick smiled, "Who am I? I am Crick Keane! My name is a legend! In contemporary, the world’s leading figures are better than me You can count with a better hand! Don’t say that I can’t die so soon, even if I die, I will leave enough means to keep the territory!"

"No matter how powerful a person, no matter how brilliant a plan, he is weak in the face of death." Faith sighed and said, "You insist that you will not die soon, which means you My heart is already messed up~IndoMTL.com~Crick is not angry and laughs, he is not afraid of Fiss arguing with him, but he is afraid that the other party will not speak like a saw-mouthed gourd.

"I have always believed in'practice is the only criterion for testing truth.' Is the truth right? It's useless to say it by mouth, just use practice to prove it." He smiled and said, "For things like sickness and death, I Much more experience than you. Would you like to compare your eyesight with me?"

Face thought for a while and shook his head: "I'm not as good as you. But everyone knows that you are running out of time, so everyone will not be spreading rumors."

"You are very smart, but have you ever thought that this kind of thing should be kept secret, but why is it spread to everyone?"

Face was taken aback, then fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes gradually brightened, and his face gradually became bright.

"It seems that you want to understand, then it is worthwhile to trust you and tell you this secret." Crick smiled, seeing Faith's friendliness rise again, and asked Xuedel to open the prison.

"Okay, you go take a shower now, eat and drink, and keep your spirits up. I will arrange for the staff to discuss the action plan with you, and make sure that nothing goes wrong." Crick said, turning and leaving, no Unexpectedly, he heard Faith kneeling on one knee behind him, swearing allegiance to him.

He smiled slightly, waved his hand, the clouds were light and breezy.

"Come on! I am optimistic about you."

When he got out of the prison, he walked for a while before he stopped suddenly, his face turned flush, he covered his mouth with his hands, he coughed violently, and there was a lot of blood from his fingers. It overflowed.

After coughing, he took a handkerchief to dry the blood on the corners of his mouth and hands, couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's no wonder that Little Plum spent 23 years, five shocks before and after, before finally picking up the Little Golden Man. Performing this profession is really not easy!" (To be continued.)