For Carlos's words, the friends were unexpectedly not very cold.

The gold-rimmed glasses lifted the rod and hung new bait on the hook, as if he did not intend to feed the fish in the river, and vowed not to give up.

Coman stared nervously at his fish drift, for fear that Carlos's next words would alarm the big fish that was about to bite the hook, so he gave Carlos a rare glare and moved his gaze to the water.

Carlos looked at Rena angrily.

The malt didn't even breathe until she noticed Carlos's gaze, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly lifted the barrel and couldn't catch her breath, and went to dig the bait in the pine mud behind her.

Carlos said angrily, "Where are you going? Dig again, and the earthworms in your bucket will feed the fish in the whole river." ”

Carlos was terrified, and the little girl stopped where she was, and she was at a loss for what to do with the barrel.

"Why are you angry with Malt, she is also worried about you. ”

Charl, the tall, short-haired red-haired man who broke the strange atmosphere, stood up as he spoke, patted the grass clippings off his buttocks, walked towards Carlos from a few steps away, sighed and said, "Are you really going to that weird alchemy hut?"

Carlos looked at each other and nodded slowly.

"You have to find something to do and learn something. ”

"Does it have anything to do with the disappearance that day?"

"Sort of—" Carlos pursed his lips in acknowledgement, and said in a somewhat nameless anger, "I'm not leaving town, are you acting like this?"

Char's body had already developed, and he stood up with a height of 1.7 meters and looked like an adult, he glanced down and found that Coman was staring at the river in confusion, and Sidis with golden eyes was like a gold coin lost at home, and he was silent and lowered his head to think about something.

Malt has always been a shy stuffy gourd.

No one wanted to express their thoughts, and Char had to spread his hands.

Some of his tired faces were full of resentment, and he turned his head to look at Carlos's brand-new dress, stained with blades of grass, and sighed.

"We're not all worried about you, and you're a nobleman anyway, so we don't need to sympathize with us lowly people.

We... Is it to feel sorry for yourself, you are a noble young master who is powerful and powerful, and you have a good father, what about us? Malt has a mother who accompanies him in a bar, Sidis looks at the scenery on weekdays, in fact, it is a family with a little money, and if you are not in the future, he will not be able to play prestige. ”

Sidis was about to retort, but was glared back by Char.

The little glasses bit her lip again and looked down in thought.

Char changed his tone and continued,

"Koman's family is good, and it is estimated that his son will pass on his father's business in the future, but I am just worried that his fat will be consumed soon. ”

Carlos looked up at Charl's face as he began to grow stubble, and knew what was going on.

Among the five people in their small group, they belong to Carlos's most idle and tossing capital, and now even the aristocratic young master who eats and waits for death on weekdays and is at ease has to work hard, and several other people deeply feel the pressure of growing up.

This is the confusion of adolescence.

Growing pains.

Carlos spat out the grass roots in his mouth, and watched as the chewed grass roots, which were somewhat whitish, flew far into the river and down the river.

He gave up, and tried to persuade them.

Carlos said to Char, "You are a bad man, you were born an orphan, if you had a better life, with your self-motivation you would have learned a trade a long time ago, and in two years you should find a woman with a long tongue to introduce you to your family." ”

Char was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"I've recently met a nice hunter who thinks I'm good enough to take me out of town and into the wilderness. ”

The corners of Malt's eyes were a little moist, and he said timidly: "Cousin, it's dangerous outside!"

Char's only elder is only Malt's mother, who is his own aunt, although he grows up in order to live and pull Malt, he is somewhat debauched on weekdays, but it is also an indelible blood relationship, but the two rarely call each other cousins.

At this time, Malt was worried about Char's future, which was the most important thing to protect him, and revealed his heart.

Carlos found out why.

"Ah, so you still have this relationship. Coman gave up his intention to stare at the fish drift and couldn't help gossiping.

Char didn't take the stubble, and was silent.

Sidis scratched his head and saw that the fish drift moved slightly, and he knew that the bait was eaten by the cunning fish, and the hand that leaned over to hold the fishing rod was held by Carlos, and was prevented from continuing to add bait, Carlos pointed to the water and said: "Even the fish have their own ideas, Sidis, what do you want to do in the future?"

Sidis's small eyes were confused by the frame, and he said in a daze:

"I want to go to the magic academy in Cyprus, but my father hasn't saved enough money yet, and that would be a huge expense. ”

Koman's fat face trembled, and he sneered angrily: "I said little eyes, weren't you tested by the black magician when you were eight years old? ”

Sidis looked at Koman angrily, and said angrily: "It's just a magic apprentice, you don't need any affinity, but you Koman, you should pay attention to steam refining, be careful of being roasted into a pile of cooked meat." ”

Coman said proudly: "You don't have to worry about this, now I can beat you two, and in the future, you will not be an opponent even if it is a hundred or ten." ”

"Dark magician, do you have the courage to fight?"

"Cut, it's not you..."

"Yes, at least it will be my teacher. ”

Always trying to defuse the constant conflict between small groups, Carlos changes the subject to a murder that happened on the Wooden Bear Bridge the other day. Everyone's minds were immediately drawn to this serious case, pulled over by the mysterious, caringly atrocities and appealing crimes. Such crimes, while barbaric, shameful, and repugnant, are a strange and universal euphoria for human curiosity.

As soon as everyone came out of the grief just now, someone appeared out of place.

Grant came from nowhere, and while everyone was still discussing the murder, the murderer came to Carlos's side.

"Young master, there is someone on the bridge staring at you. ”

Carlos frowned when he heard this, and looked towards the bridge, and sure enough, there was an emaciated black shadow standing at the head of the bridge, and his eyes were looking straight at them.

Koman, who was still immersed in Carlos's narrative just now, also looked over there and said in surprise: "It looks like a black hat, is it here to investigate the case?"

Carlos whispered to Grant, "Who's that?"

"Anderson Morey!"

Carlos glanced at Grant in surprise, saw that he looked solemn, not joking, so he touched his nose and thought for a moment.

"It's the guy you pretended to be, and he found out on our heads?"

Grant glanced at the figure on the bridge and sneered:

"I'm not sure yet, but even if we do, what can we do?"

Carlos was pleased with Uncle Mag's words and chuckled approvingly.

Then he dragged his chin and said dryly:

"But that's weird, how did he know?"

Uncle Grant fell silent when he heard this, as if it had nothing to do with him.

When the nature of the conversation shifted from the ability to commit murder to the figure in the black hat on the wooden bridge, Carlos made several points of view in a professional capacity and played several points about the crime and the criminal.

said that the murderers of the murder must be bad people, and they do not necessarily show the characteristics of bad people on weekdays.

Thoughtful analysis is universally recognized.

Sidis jumped to his feet, pointed to the black hat and said, "Then you say, will he be the murderer, no one said that the black hat can't be the murderer, right?"

Char thoughtfully put forward his opinion, "There is no such possibility, and the bounty hunters are not all vicious, and there may be scum in the black hats."

But what does this concern to us, we don't need to speculate at all. ”

Carlos looked at Grant's swarthy face,

"According to the criminal mind, it is indeed very likely that the murderer will return to the scene of the crime. ”

Malt covered her cherry mouth and said in fear: "It's terrible that someone in the black hat may be a murderer..."

Coman was awe-inspiring, "Rest assured, the Steam Guardians will also protect the peace of Salt Well Town, of course... With the assistance of the mayor of the town. ”

Sidis's speculation was agreed by everyone, and he suddenly stood up, ignoring the fishing rod that had been thrown on the ground, and ran back without a head.

He muttered loudly as he ran.

"That's a big deal, I've got to go back and hide the money. ”

Sidis left in a panic, for fear of losing the capital to become a dark mage's apprentice.