Carlos felt that he was neither stupid nor stupid, so he shook his head like a rattle, and the child did the multiple-choice questions.

Puppeteer, alchemist.

He wants it all.

De Ligt was gone, and for days he hid in his house licking his wounds, and during the time his father was too busy, he lived like a big girl in the boudoir of the nobility.

As long as you don't see your brother Carlos lately.

That's what De Ligt intended.

Because in the conversation that day, he swore that he saw signs in Carlos's eyes that he was about to move, and that provoking the head of the alchemy room would mean that he would have no new arms in the future, and that provoking his younger brother Carlos might be driven back into the wilderness, without arms.

Moreover, Carlos grew up, and De Ligt suddenly did not want to go to the free wilderness, he had seen too many lone wolves foraging for food alone, and the end was often not very good, and being alive now does not mean that he will in the future.

Another reason De Ligt wanted to live was that he didn't want to see Carlos become a lone wolf.

...

Carlos, who lived like a little sheep in a sheepfold, watched the golden grains of his pocket watch float across the edge of the dial in his palm.

A group of short, figurine-like alloy golem phantoms soared into the air from the surface.

He told himself, "You've always been diligent."

No one had explained to him how to make the puppeteer even better, and his father, the only puppeteer in town, was reluctant to teach him more for the time being.

How can you count on someone else's guidance?

The mark on his forehead became more and more abrupt, and he felt that the speed of the growth of the sea sometimes could not keep up with the speed at which the mark was highlighted.

These were all things that happened to Carlos's own body, and he should have understood all this.

But he didn't understand.

So Carlos was always on the lookout for the fact that it was the bloodline mark of the Winter Moon, and that his father Maury had told him that it was a good thing, and that it was a great thing for the Stevenson family.

Carlos closed the pocket dial, and the shadow disappeared from the face in an instant.

And he could only smile bitterly: "Boring." ”

It's like having a computer full of new games, but you don't have a keyboard or mouse, and you're just staring at the login screen in a daze.

Imagine such a feeling, lifeless...

There was no progress in the puppetry, so Carlos set his sights on the end of the alchemy house, and gradually Carlos's scattered eyes radiated a cunning light.

...

The old man, Du Buyi, wore a sheep's horn beard, and his wrinkled chin was covered with white flowers.

At this moment, the alchemist Du Buyi stood in front of a pile of bottles and cans, and on the side was a small steam engine, the old steam engine was steaming unscrupulously at this moment, and the whole machine was shaking violently, gurgling out from the outlet pipe, like a fish that was about to dry up and die struggling to breathe.

The old alchemist was accustomed to all this, but at last he seemed to have found the dying steam engine, staggered aside, took a large spoon, scooped it out of a tank full of clear green liquid, and poured the liquid into the mouth of the dying steam engine.

The steam engine stopped again.

Du Buyi dragged his cheeks and returned to the alchemy table.

"What a step I just went, damn it, I seem to have forgotten again. ”

He thought for a while, and then his eyes suddenly became excited, and he hurriedly took the tweezers and carefully took out the gray stone from a large transparent bottle, and threw it into a colorful stone plate in front of him.

A shadow loomed over him.

He lifted his misty eyes, only to see an empty stone plate, and there was nothing in it.

His mouth opened wide in horror.

He stood up and looked around, but there was no sound except for the steam engine that began to howl again.

Du Buyi screamed, "Who, which donkey trough stole the alchemy stone...!!"

...

Three new bounty hunters stumbled along the streets of Salt Well Town along the grove outside the alchemy room with alchemy stones in their arms.

They were always on the verge of falling, but they never really fell.

It wasn't that their legs and feet were in a bad position, but because they had accidentally inhaled a large puff when they released the misty scroll just now, and they were still in a bit of a trance.

The big man, Soley, held the arm of the short Murray, almost hanging him in the aisle:

"Murray, are we going to be thieves?"

The big fat man snorted and chirped on the side, "Hell, what did you step on me?"

Murray took a deep breath and let Soli carry his arm forward, when he entered the alchemy room to steal stones just now, he inhaled the most mist, and said with a gloomy face: "We are not thieves, we are bounty hunters, have you forgotten?"

The fat man still snorted, "Can you stop stepping on my feet." ”

"Then why are we helping the little master of the mayor's family to steal something. Soli finally put Murray's hand down, and when they reached the street, all three of them softened, let Murray down, let him down, leaned him against the railing of the gas lamppost, and said, "Only thieves steal for a living, don't they?"

Murray cautiously surveyed the somewhat empty streets.

Seemingly safe, Murray changed his breath, stretched his arm, took out the gray stone he was carrying in his arms, and emphasized: "We must be bounty hunters, of course who gives the bounty and does things for whom." ”

The fat man nodded hurriedly, "Of course, that includes theft." ”

Murray glared at him, "Shut up, Conrad. ”

"Just the three of us. The bounty hunter who can't keep his stomach doesn't deserve to meet the mud leg and make a fortune. ”

The big man Soli suddenly realized.

"That's right. Soli leaned on the only lamppost taller than himself, begging for support, "When we get our things to the little nobleman and exchange them for gold, we'll redeem the weapons in the pawn shop." ”

"That's right!"

The three of them staggered and gritted their teeth and continued to walk south of town.

In fact, there are some dangerous characters in the shadows before dawn.

At this moment, the man was following behind them, only about twenty paces away.

Anderson Morey has extensive investigative experience.

Although he does not have the power to make the city of Fine Woods in East Cyprus safer, as his hometown has just been looted by the demon legions of the Mudlegs.

So, he was sent to the town of Yanjing under the guise of the Black Hat, hunting those scattered mud legs, and maintaining basic law and order by the way.

Although the second mission is only nominal, most black hats turn a blind eye to non-local policing crimes.

But Anderson is different, he feels that all crimes deserve to be tried, no matter where they are.

Not everyone is afraid of the deadly bounty hunter. In some classes, taking out bounty hunters often increases prestige, although this prestige often means being remembered by those who are dangerous.

Anderson didn't care about these dangers, so why did he come out and be a black hat if he was afraid of danger?

Three bounty hunters, who had just become thieves, staggered forward on the sandy and dirt streets.

The people behind them are determined to put a huge end to their lives.

On the other side of the wooden bridge are two of the town's most powerful men, Maury Stevenson, the mayor and Augusta, the steam guardian.

The wooden bridge was wide and thick, and the three bounty hunter brothers walked side by side.

The short Murray seemed to have really inhaled too much mist, or maybe it was because his body was too small to absorb too much, and at the moment he was a little drunk, and he bumped into a wooden bear, which was Carlos's masterpiece in previous years, and he felt that the wooden bridge leading to the town was too simple, so he installed this wooden bear at the head of the bridge at the end of the town market.

Murray slammed into the bear and took two crooked steps before staggering to the railing of the bridge.

"I want to throw up. He announced.

"Please. "That's what the river is for." ”

The fat Conrad sighed, a little unbearable.

He has a lot of affection for the river, when he was a child, his family lived by the river, and the water was in his hometown, and he always felt that the river should be clean, and it was right.

So he couldn't bear to see someone vomiting into the river, or even spitting into the river.

Contord pondered whether Murray's retching would alarm the sleeping fish under the bridge, staring down at the few sluggish ripples between the piers, before casting his gaze on the horizon of the wilderness mountains in the distance.

"The sun is coming. He was pleasantly surprised.

Murray muttered as he looked at the little saliva that was just spitting downward, and said sadly, "I don't think I have eaten in three days." ”

The big man Soli growled in his stomach.

"Me too. ”

A figure walked out of the early morning mist.

The man's leather boots rattled against the wooden bridge.

The three unarmed bounty hunters subconsciously moved closer to each other.