"Master, why do we go to the city of chaos? Just for the fat head? " Joey asked in a low voice as he helped master ROM take off his heavy cotton padded clothes.
Jos, who was making his bed, also looked at Rom. although he started more than a month later than the original plan, the news that master ROM was going to leave Eisenberg caused quite a shock. On the day of departure, many people came to see them off, including many visitors who had been waiting at the gate for a long time.
The fact that master ROM, who hardly ever goes far, left the forging workshop where he had been for hundreds of years was very strange.
And the choice of the destination for the city of chaos is even more surprising.
There is no special experience in the master's life.
Joey and joss can probably guess some reasons. Since Mr. McGonagall came last time, master ROM has been planning to move.
"It's the fat headed fish that makes me understand. In my whole life, I've lived for forging. I've forged one weapon after another, and I've gained some fame. But what fell to me, except for endless orders and requests, didn't bring any substantial benefits.
While I'm still awake, I want to live in a new place. The rest of the time, I just want to make another weapon, a weapon different from the past. " Master ROM sat by the bed and said with a smile.
"All those assignments before that..." Joey whispered.
"It's all pushed. I don't have time to help them make those things anymore." ROM shook his head and said with a smile, "that's not what I want to do. They don't deserve this last weapon. They want to leave it to those who are predestined."
"Yes." Joey nodded, his eyes a little sad.
Jos also stood by in silence, not knowing what to say.
"Dwarf, I will die after all. I have lived more than 400 years, long enough." Roma looked at them and said with a smile, "I've never had a good apprentice. You two have suffered a lot with me. In the next days, study hard. How much you can learn depends on your ability and endurance."
"Yes." Joey and joss agreed, their eyes shining.
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"Master, there are too many villains. Why don't you kill them? Anyway, it's a waste of food and air to keep them." In Basti prison, Connie followed Rex, looking at the gradually overcrowded prison, covering her nose and unable to block the stink, frowning.
"To kill a man is the most lenient punishment for his crime." Rex broke the hand of a prisoner who was trying to unlock the lock and put it back. As he walked on, he said.
"What is it to keep them here?" Connie was puzzled.
"Let them die without pleasure." Rex replied calmly.
Connie took a look at the cell next to her, where she was fighting. Seven or eight prisoners were crammed into the cell where they could only stay for two. No matter what, they could not live comfortably.
"Master, I'm going home the day after tomorrow. Will you come back with me?" Connie walked a few steps to catch up with Rex, whispered, looking at him expectantly.
"No Rex's answer was as simple as ever.
"Master, you may lose your apprentice forever." Connie rolled her eyes.
"It's OK. I think that every time you go out."
"Good bye to you!" Connie turned away a little angrily.
ten minutes later.
"Well? Master, how did you get in front of me? "
Twenty minutes later.
"Well? Master, what a coincidence? "
In 30 minutes.
"Well? Master, are you lost, too? "
Rex: "and
……
In Marquis manor, a magnificent hall, Bowen walked back and forth in the hall, beaming with joy, and said to himself, "Oh, this guy, sure enough, has sunk himself in."
"Sir, Bennet is a member of the Marquis family after all. Will this cause us some bad influence or even affect us?" The old housekeeper was a little worried.
"He's a mean bastard of a prostitute girl. He's afraid that other people don't know his identity. He's preaching that he's a member of the Marquis family. He's coveting the position of my patriarch. But I knew that his money was coming from a wrong way. I was afraid that he would affect us sooner or later, and let some people in the family's industry draw a clear line with him. Even if he committed a big crime, it has nothing to do with our Marquis family. " Bowen said with a relaxed smile.
"The master has foresight." The old housekeeper quickly arranged the flattery, thought about it, and then said: "Sir, although Bennet's brothels and gambling houses have been closed, his employees have also cleaned up a lot of industries over the years, such as the teahouse, several gold shops and herbal medicine shops, which are all valuable shops and businesses. Now he goes in, the gambling houses and gambling houses must be gone, but those shops and industries, Let's... "
"Now that he has gone in and committed such a big crime, most of them can't get out. Naturally, these industries belong to the Marquis family." The smile on Bowen's face became more and more brilliant. He stopped and looked at the old manager and said, "you're going to worry about the cashier and his staff now. Tomorrow morning we'll take over the shops and industries."
"Yes." The old housekeeper answered, turned and left quickly.
"It's God's help. Besides Bennet, he also gave me such a big gift. Although McGonagall in the Maimi restaurant is not a good man, I really need to thank him for this." Bowen said with a happy smile that the Marquis family's strength will be greatly improved by taking over these industries of Bennet, and the gap opened by the Morton and the buffet family can be shortened.
"It's a pity that those gambling houses and brothels are the real cash cow." Bowen said with some regret that he knew what Bennet made his fortune.
……
The lamp is also on in the secret room of the city Lord's mansion.
"I won't take part in the internal affairs of the grey temple, but the incident of Maimi restaurant still needs to be properly handled. Although the two of them seem to be getting better recently and are starting to survive, they are about to set out for Twilight forest. That's about the situation in Nolan. We must ensure that their rear area is free from worries." Michael looked at Roland with a dignified look and said.
"I will make a thorough investigation of the inspection department. Although there is no evidence to show that godala is involved, I still transferred him to the reserve department as a casual post, and the inspection work of various departments will be carried out soon." Roland's fingers circled on the table, with some remorse: "we spend too much energy on things outside, thinking that the system can make everything work perfectly, but we don't see through people's hearts."