Silent Crown Chapter 457: Out of control
The tavern, the lights are dim.
The bartender stood behind the bar smoking a cigarette, which smelled pungent.
In the dim light, he looked down at Charles sitting outside the bar.
The light illuminates his bald head, dragging a black shadow under his brow bones, and his expression is indistinguishable.
Boom!
A fist-sized wine glass smashed in front of Shire.
The loud noise made Shire startled, and the wine in the glass poured over his collar, almost splashing on his collar.
In Shire’s panicked expression, the bartender blankly pushed the wine glass in front of him, bent down, and looked down at him: "Shall we, have two drinks?"
He has the bottle of wine whose label has been scratched right beside him.
Charle froze for a moment, turned his head, looked at the few people behind him who were sitting in the corner with arms and looking at him coldly, swallowing and spitting, and looked upstairs as if for help.
But there was nothing but a vague arguing voice upstairs.
"How?"
The bartender asked: "Don't like it?"
"Uh..."
Charle forced a smile, not stupid enough to say that I don't like drinking.
"Don't let people say that the people in our department are not well served. Since you are a person next to Mr. Constantine, you must have a few drinks with everyone when you come here."
The burly bartender twisted his neck, his joints rubbed, and his voice was crisp. When he looked at Shire, his tone became weird: "You, won't you lose face?"
Charle twitched and shook his head vigorously.
"That would be great."
The bartender grinned, showing sharp teeth. He raised his head and glanced upstairs: "Boss, they still have a little time to talk about things. Let's get close to each other.
Come on, little white face, let's toast. "
He stuffed the wine glass into Shire's hand, grabbed his hand, and clinked glasses with himself.
Charles looked bitter, raised his wine glass, raised his head, and drank it all in one fell swoop.
The eyes are dark.
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After being held in confinement for a few days, the revolutionary army seemed to have finally unified its attitude, changed its ignorant attitude in the past and contacted Constantine on its own initiative.
The two parties met in this secret bar stronghold.
Constantine took Shire, but when he arrived, he was only allowed to go up alone. Constantine had no choice but to leave Shire among the group of fierce and powerful men like tigers and wolves.
As a result, within half an hour, Charles was put into the pit by this group of obviously premeditated guys.
A pungent, turbid spirit poured into his throat, and Charles took a breath, gritting his teeth.
Really familiar formula, familiar taste.
In the lower city of Avalon, there is a special bootleg wine. Craftsmen mix industrial alcohol and various pigments and flavoring agents in the bad wine and make the snake bones of the lime snake. '.
——kerosene.
The poor dogs in the lower city of Avalon call this inferior wine, saying that you should stay away from candles after a glass of wine, because candles will make you want to light yourself.
In addition to drinking, it can also be used to spill on the corpse. A good combustion aid. After the burn is over, even the best forensic doctors and mothers can't recognize who the dead person is.
The cup in Shire's hand is not much cheaper than kerosene, and it seems to have added...
"...forbidden?"
Charle whispered softly.
In the silence, the people in the corner couldn't help laughing, full of malice. The bartender raised his brows: "Is he an expert? I didn't expect it."
He squinted his eyes, brought up the heavy liquor, and grinned:
"It looks like we have to entertain you."
The above command is for Constantine to retreat, but don't lose dignity, it's best to make a big ugly. The people he brought...Naturally have to be treated the same, not favoring one another.
The bartender became curious.
How many more glasses can he drink before the condiments in the wine will burn this little white face's brain?
"Let’s have another drink."
He pushed the overflowing wine glass in front of Shire, and seeing Shire speak openly, he drew out his dagger and slashed it on the scarred bar.
"Come, I will be with you."
He stared at Shire's pale face, grinning:
"——Today, you must drink to the fullest!"
In silence, Charles stared at the wine glass in his hand, for a long time, and slowly nodded:
"Okay."
In response to the bartender's stunned look, Charles raised his head and drank the strong drink.
I don't know why.
The bartender is a little flustered.
Perhaps, I made a wrong choice.
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I don't know how long it took before the door upstairs opened.
The owner of the bar sent Constantine to the door of the office, bidding farewell to him.
"Constantine, I'm sorry to let you run for nothing." The man behind the door stretched out his hand and shook hands with him: "But Mr. Gaius has his own ideas. I really can't help this matter."
"It's okay, as long as everyone is willing to see me and listen to my old silly nonsense, I'm already very pleased." Constantine sighed and put on his hat: "Thanks for the hospitality."
"Then, don't send it."
The person behind the door nodded: "Buck, take Mr. back!"
There was silence downstairs, and no one responded.
"Buck! Buck! Where did you die?!"
The person behind the door was stunned for a moment, and then an embarrassing expression emerged: "Sorry, Mr. Constantine, the little boys under me don’t understand respect and inferiority. I don’t know who has been advocating recently. Some misunderstandings and prejudices.
I hope they didn’t do anything against your entourage..."
Constantin was taken aback for a moment, his face turned gloomy, and he turned and went downstairs quickly.
Few people can imagine that an old man like Constantine is so quick to move. When he looks anxious, stepping on the stairs is like smashing the stale template under his feet.
Before going down the stairs, I smelled a pungent drunk and foul smell of vomit.
Constantin froze for a moment, and his pace quickened.
I hope the Shire is still intact now, not torn to pieces by those idiots who are lingering in the dirty water ditch of the Holy City.
But when he walked down the corner of the stairs, he was stunned.
At this moment, there is silence in the hall.
Whether it is the bartender behind the bar, the thugs playing poker on the sofa, or the spectators pretending to play billiards and throw darts, they have all fallen to the ground at this moment.
Some people gasped in the drunkenness, opened their mouths, and vomited large swaths of viscous liquid, mixed with undigested black beans, and smelled pungent and bad-quality alcohol.
In the midst of the crowds of people, Charles sat alone on the chair in front of the bar, playing cards all by himself.
When I looked back, I saw Constantine downstairs and smiled.
"Sir, have you finally finished talking?"
He jumped out of his chair: "I have been waiting for a long time, and I am still thinking about whether to hand in a takeaway."
"Uh...hmm."
Constantine didn't seem to react, and nodded stiffly: "What...what's going on?"
"The Tianxia Revolutionary Army is a family, and everyone is very enthusiastic." Charles looked at the people around him, a little embarrassed: "It's a pity that they are afraid of poor hospitality, too much alcohol, and few drinks. I'm drunk."
Constantine was silent for a long time and nodded slowly, seeming to accept this reality.
He looked away, pretending not to see Charles quietly kicking two bloodshot teeth under the bar.
"It's over, let's go," he said.
"Oh, okay, wait a moment for me."
Charle patted his head, went behind the counter, and packed two bottles of good things specially prepared by the bartender into his backpack.
Seemingly inadvertently, he opened the bartender's pocket and fumbled out a small paper bag. After a little sniff, he hesitated for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket.
"Long wait, sir."
He clapped his hands and got out of the counter: "Let's go."
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On the returning carriage, Constantine took off his hat wearily.
He leaned in the carriage seat, seemingly lacking energy and wanting to sleep, silent, but couldn't help sighing softly.
Charle looked at the scenery outside the window and asked: "Sir, don't you go to visit other people?"
"Go home first today."
Constantin shook his head, "I'm a little tired. I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
The Charles was silent.
For a long time, he hesitated to speak and then stopped: "Mr..."
"Huh?"
"Your face..." Charles pointed to his face.
Constantine touched his face in confusion, couldn't help but smile and shook his head:
"Sure enough."
At this moment, Constantine looks as if he has been exhausted to the extreme. Without a mirror, he also knows how ugly he looks. What's more terrible is that even he himself feels the smell of aging and tiredness...
"When I get older, I seem to be about to pay back the debt I owed before. A little bit of trouble will make you feel restless and sleepless.
Even if you talk to people, you have to focus on it as if you are on the battlefield. "
He sighed softly, took the pills out of his pocket, counted four, poured them into his mouth, swallowed with the warm water in the bottle: "If you forget to take the medicine for a day or two, you won't be able to hold it."
"What happened?" Charles asked.
"Not too big."
Constantin smiled bitterly: "If I guess right, I'm afraid I will be taken to liquidation."
"Huh?"
Charle was taken aback, and immediately felt black in front of him: "Accounting? What do you mean?"
"It means literally."
Constantin said indifferently: "I have been the deputy commander for so many years and have offended many people. Now that I am losing power, then there will definitely be people who are happy to fall into trouble."
Charle just felt a little dazed: "Why, why suddenly...didn't you just come out?"
"I was too naive to think."
Constantin pinched the bridge of his nose to refresh himself, and said softly, "People can change, Charles.
I went in for half a year, but I didn't expect the situation to be completely out of control.
The Revolutionary Army is no longer what it used to be. Isn’t it right that I, an old guy who can’t keep up with the team, was wiped out of the garbage?
I'm afraid Gaius is hesitant to see me for a long time. "
Charle just feels a splitting headache.
Although he has been aware of something wrong these days, he thought it was just a prudent and confidential measure. But he did not expect that behind the confinement and censorship was the revolutionary army's strong distrust of Constantine.
Moreover, this situation seems to have worsened since Constantine was released from prison.
What has Constantine done these days...
"Charles, now is different from before..."
Constantine sighed softly: "It has been more than ninety years since the last brutal outburst in the dark world. The active period of natural disasters is about to come.
The current human world is like walking on an abyss on a tightrope, and can no longer withstand any internal contradictions.
Even for the overall situation, the contradiction between the Holy City and the Revolutionary Army must be resolved. "
Charles were dumbfounded, and after a long time, he stammered:
"Isn't this great?"
"Gaius may not like my idea."
Constantin shook his head, "He has lost himself."
"What does he... want to do?"
"Do you still need to ask?"
Constantine lit the cigarette and took two deep breaths: "Gaius wants to create a new world, but he will destroy the old one first...
If he finds me blocking in front of him, he will be with me when he destroys those things, and with many people who support me. "
He looked at the sluggish Shire with a tired expression: "Shire, no matter what choice I make, many people will die in a few days. Many, many.
Either because of me, or because of him.
This is my last chance...but I don't even dare to make up my mind. "
"Gaius, he... wouldn't he want to attack the holy city?"
Charles couldn't help but want to ask. Even if the question is too explicit, he can't take care of it at all. He can feel ~IndoMTL.com~ he is very close to the truth, very close, even just one step away!
But he smelled a creepy breath.
Those dirty secrets exude an alluring smell, making him like a moth to a fire.
"Assault the Holy City?"
Constantine couldn't help but smile, sneered: "More than that."
He squeezed his palm and crushed the cigarette in his hand. Even if the hot tobacco left burn marks on his palm, he didn't seem to feel any pain: "Charles, he wants to release natural disasters."
"——He wants to liberate the dragon of calamity that was sealed under the holy city by three generations of popes!"
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