Silent Crown Chapter 50: It’s a pity

　　 half a quarter of an hour later, in the sewer.

　　 A group of burly men with tattoos stepped on the sewage to clean up the nearby garbage, and then the old men stepped on the ladder and walked down. He stood on the stone steps and looked around. The sewage ran over his leather boots, leaving yellow marks.

　　 He frowned, bit his new pipe, and looked around: "Where did you go?"

　　 More than a dozen fierce and fierce dogs sniffed the breath in the air, their blood-red eyes stared at a certain direction in the darkness, and they screamed. There was a sturdy man clutching their chains, and the evil dog was struggling frantically, stretching the chains to a straight line.

　　Guishou nodded and asked: "Is it blocked?"

　　 "Well, all the nearby exits are guarded by people." The man who took the lead, with his bald head and dense devil tattoos tattooed behind his ears, looked fierce: "The two little ghosts can't escape."

　　 "Go ahead. Don't let them go."

　　 The bald man nodded, pulling the vicious dog to prepare to track it, but when he pulled it, he found that the sturdy dogs had stayed in place.

　　 Suddenly, they stopped barking, as if they had seen a ghost. They were originally the strongest hounds in the Colosseum, but now they seem to be mad, all lying in the dirty water. When others punched and kicked oneself, they refused to take a step forward.

　　 "Ahee!"

　　 In the darkness ahead, someone sneezed uncomfortably.

　　 was followed by the sound of unfolding the handkerchief to wash his nose. Finally, the man threw the handkerchief into the ditch next to him, unfolded a new handkerchief, and tore it in half.

　　 The cracking sound of the handkerchief is crisp, like fine silk. Those silks from the East are embroidered with intricate patterns. When held in the hand, it feels as thin as air, and when it shakes, it feels as if it is about to dissipate like a fog.

　　 They should have been hung in the shop, lying in the incense, for people to admire and admire, but now someone shreds them just to block their nostrils.

　　 Then, the man made an urn sound: "It smells so bad here! Why do you mice always like to get into the sewer?"

　　 The big guys were irritated, and the iron rods and swords in their hands knocked on the wall, making sharp noises. Some people stepped forward to get this guy out to see what he had eaten wrong.

　　 But the ghost hand stopped them.

　　 The old guy was expressionless, just grabbed a lantern from his subordinates and shone it forward.

　　 The blond boy was illuminated.

　　 He wore a black dress that shouldn't be here at all, and he wore a bow tie, as if he was going to attend a noble banquet. Even the square cufflinks were embedded with gems.

　　 Now, he is sitting on a high chair from which he has moved from, with a wool carpet under his feet, thick and soft. After being found out, he just took a moment to look over.

　　 That kind of eyes are full of lofty arrogance and maddening provocation.

　　 is Hermes.

　　"Trader?"

　　 Guishou asked coldly.

　　 "Oh, ghost hand, you are still alive..." Hermes laughed and raised his hand: "I'm back, do you want to write a letter? I have an iron pomegranate here to give you."

　　 said, he raised his hand, and in his hand there was a round iron bump with Jingzige decoration on it. A thin iron pipe is inserted at the very top, and a small ring is sleeved on the iron pipe.

　　 The ring looks like a strange decoration, but I can’t help but pull it out when I see it.

　　 Now, Hermes is tossing about this small thing, his eyes full of diligence and expectation, wanting to hand it to the ghost hand.

　　 "No need."

　　Gui Shou coldly refused, his eyes gloomy: "The shaman has said that you are strictly forbidden to appear in this city again."

　　"Ahahaha, that's really an unbearable past. He accidentally grabbed the handle before and made me a little embarrassed. Just forget about these things, please don't care."

　　The young man smiled heartlessly, paused, and revealed a secret that not many people knew, seemingly suspiciously, his eyes mocked: "Furthermore, hasn't he been missing for a long time?"

When 　　 said a word, everyone was stunned.

　　 The burly subordinates paused, as if they had heard incredible things. Some of them looked at the ghost hand suspiciously, some were confused, and some changed their eyes and became dangerous.

　　The ghost hand is still cold and expressionless:

　　"This is not something you should care about. Even if he is not there, Avalon is still the shaman's world."

　　 "Oh, is it? But I don't seem to find any loyalty from those gangs."

　　 On the high chair, Hermes looked down at the ghost hand, shook his head slowly, and there was a sound in his mouth, as if he was looking at something rare:

　　" Now the Corsican, Caucasian and Tianzhu people who ate in Xiacheng have ignored his orders, including the old woman who only abducts and sells children in the sewers. It’s not the same. Make a living by yourself?

　　The shaman has lost power, the ghost hand, the newcomer doesn't even know who he is. You are the only dog ​​who is loyal, holding his thigh as a treasure. "

　　 "I don't want to say more than that."

　　Guishou stepped forward on the sewage, just looking at the road behind him: "——You should get out of the way."

　　 "Do you want to do it to me?"

　　Hermes looked at the black leather gloves on the left hand of the ghost hand, slowly leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget where you bought your hand."

　　Ghost said: "The two people are the ones the shaman is looking for."

　　"It’s not a shaman who wants to find them, but someone who came to you with his previous token, right?"

　　 Hermes laughed, and patted his head artificially, as if he was only now upright: "Oh, I almost forgot, there was a person who bought his token from me. I remember he seemed to be Surname Chang..."

　　"Trader!"

　　Guishou raised his black gloved hand and took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth: "You should understand the rules here, don’t get in the way."

　　 "Call me Hermes, I like this name."

　　 When the blond boy said the name, his eyebrows were raised and his expression was flying: "As for the rules, I'm sorry, I've been out for so long, I have forgotten them all."

　　Ghost's expression became cold and stern, but Hermes stretched his hand into his arms, took out a thick paper bag, and threw it into his arms: "Don’t turn your face in a hurry, look at this Say it again."

　　He stroked his double-snake cane and whispered: "With me, prices are always clearly marked, and when I trade with others, there is never a reason to lose money."

　　Guishou silently opened the paper bag and looked at the old paper in it by the light. Those papers seemed to have been burned by fire, and most of them were incomplete, but vague writing and patterns could be seen.

　　 Those handwritings and patterns made the pupils of Guishou's eyes tighten.

　　"Avalon map? Which Avalon's?"

　　"The real one...for so many years, the royal family has been looking for it, and you can sell it on the flip side and sell it for a good price.

　　 The shaman is not there, no one covers you, and it’s not bad for everyone to pay for the pension after the division. The money was enough for you to spend the rest of your time in a gambling prostitute and you ended up in a champagne bathtub.

　　The premise is—don’t worry about it anymore. "

　　Guishou raised his eyes and looked at him. After a long time, he shook his head and returned the paper bag to him: "Girls can do, but men can't."

　　 Silence, a long silence.

　　In the silence, the smile on Hermes' face faded little by little. The young man's expression became cold and gloomy, the sharp pupils were like the blades of a knife, and his heart was chilling after being stabbed by a ghost.

　　 He stared at the old man in front of him, his voice was soft, and he said every word:

　　 "Ghost, don't be ignorant of praise."

　　"This is an order from the shaman himself."

　　Ghost said softly: "A few days ago, he had already returned."

　　 Hermes' expression changed, and there was a trace of surprise.

　　Guishou’s expression remained unchanged: "I can ignore this when I meet you today. Even if he is in your shop, we can also ignore it. But you have to know that the shaman’s command remains as long as one day. That little boy is still our enemy."

　　 "Is that so?"

　　 Hermes pondered, as if suddenly trying to understand something, suddenly realized that the ice-like expression suddenly dissipated, and he laughed again, like the sun:

　　 "I suddenly knew what this old guy wanted to do."

　　 said, he threw the paper bag back into the arms of the ghost hand: "You take this thing back. Just as my gift to the shaman... I wish him a late syphilis death in his toilet."

　　 "We will tell."

　　Guishou glanced at him one last time, turned and left, leading his subordinates and turned away.

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　　 When Hermes returned to the ground, it was already dawn.

　　The long night is finally over.

　　 The sky is dark, but I can still feel the faint sunlight falling from the end of the mist.

　　Hermes stood by the carriage, reached out to take the coat that Seton had handed over, and then threw the stinky brand new dress into the sewer without hesitation.

　　 Seton sat in the coachman's place, his burly body as if he was about to squeeze the seat of a carriage.

　　 Hermes re-dressed, took out a bottle of perfume and poured out half of it on his body. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and regained his ease: "Huh, it stinks to me... Is there any trouble? "

　　 "A few people found out that they came to IndoMTL.com~ and I solved it."

　　 Seton pointed to the corner of the wall. The two bags there seemed to be filled with mud and looked limp. A faint red color came out from inside, attracting two wild cats curiously scratching.

　　 Hermes nodded, then asked:

　　"Where are they?"

　　 Seton opened the door of the carriage and looked at it: "Fell asleep."

　　 Hermes stood outside the car, looking at the child inside, and was silent for a long time.

　　In the ornately decorated carriage, the embarrassed teenager and the little girl leaned on the seats and fell asleep. They slept very heavily, almost sliding off the top.

　　In a deep sleep, Bai Xi leaned on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, and their white hair was almost entangled together.

The inside of the 　　 carriage is obviously spacious. But they only occupied such a small corner, cuddling each other. The faint morning light illuminates their peaceful faces, as if they are shining into a dream, so the corners of their mouths are smiling slightly.

　　Ming Ming Hermes has accumulated a lot of complaints and strange things to say to them, but now looking at them, he feels a little unbearable to disturb.

　　 After a long time, Hermes' eyes fell on Bai Xi's cheek, his eyes became gentle and pitying.

　　 "It's really unfortunate. She will be a beautiful girl when she grows up, and she will be all over the country."

　　 He glanced at Bai Xi for the last time, closed the door, and sighed softly: "Unfortunately, not only does he have such a sad talent as'contracting'... but he also happened to run into someone who made you consume yourself willingly."