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Tirrant lay on the cold, low earthen bed, without the slightest hint of respect, watching Xia Lan's figure fade from sight.

He and he are not friends, and there is no superfluous topic to talk about between them.

After saying that, Xia Lan chose to leave with interest, perhaps Tirrant's current mood was also a reason to urge him to leave as much as possible.

When I walked to the glossy hole, I was looking up, and a rope was lowered.

Charan smiled, grabbed the rope and jumped back to the ground, while Balm, who was holding the other end of the rope, looked at Charan with some surprise, because he didn't feel much pulling force.

"Are you done with Young Master Tirrant?" Balm put away the rope and said humbly to Xia Lan.

"Yes." Xia Lan nodded.

"Please wait a moment."

With that, Balm put the rope back in one of the huts, and walked to the mouth of the cave with a small hammer in his hand, covered with a plank, and struck at the original shape.

"My son is back, please cooperate with me later." After finishing his work, Balm closed the door to the cabin and pleaded to Xia Lan beside him.

"Okay."

As soon as he followed Balm into the house through the back door, Charan heard a rude and loud shouting.

"Old man! Where did you die just now? Hurry up and hand over the money to me! The brothers outside are still waiting for me to go out and play two more games together! ”

"I'm sorry to make you smile, young master." Balm looked helpless and apologized to Xia Lan.

Xia Lan shook his head, indicating that he didn't care, looking at Balm's appearance, it seemed that the owner of that voice was his son, but why was the tone reminiscent of a robber?

"Marcas! There are guests at home today, please correct your current actions! When he walked to the living room, Balm saw his son lying on the couch and had no air.

"Guest?"

Marcus propped himself up, deaf to Balm's lesson, and instead rested his feet on the table more presumptuously, looking at Xia Lan behind him with a strange expression.

"Who is he?"

"He is a distant relative of the original Young Master Tirrant's family, because of the recent sin caused by Young Master Tirrant, so their family asked him to come and ask about some things." Balm calmly fabricated Xialan's identity.

"Oh - so you want to get rid of relationship accountability?" Marcus looked at Xia Lan and said in a strange tone: "But, old man, you have nothing to do with that fugitive family now, don't keep calling the young master and young master, it's really annoying!" ”

"Marcas! If it weren't for Master Tirrant's father's intake, do you think we would have survived until now? It seemed that his son's last words stimulated the bottom line in Balm's heart, and his words became harsh.

"Yes, yes—" Marcus ignored his father's lesson, and said with a full face, "Isn't it just a life-saver, I know, I understand, how many times have you said it since you were a child?" I'm tired of hearing it! ”

"You-" Balm, who seemed to feel ashamed of his son in front of outsiders, pointed at Marcus and trembled with anger, and could not even say words stuck in his throat.

"Alright, alright! Give me the money! I'm afraid the brothers outside can't wait now! Marcus interrupted impatiently.

"You have already gambled all the money in the family! What money do I have for you! ”

As soon as he heard that his son reached out for money again, Balm's old and dying face also turned red with anger.

"Old man! Don't be ashamed! Do you think I don't know you still have a sum of money hidden? Marcus stood up abruptly and shouted at Balm.

"If you dare to touch that money! Just wait to be starved to death later! After Balm yelled angrily, the whole person began to stagger, and it seemed that he could fall at any moment.

Xia Lan stepped forward to support Balm, looking at the old man's pale face and shortness of breath, he knew that if he continued to be stimulated, he would probably be in danger.

He didn't want him to die, what would Tirland do if he died?

"Play dead again! Bad luck! Marcas took a sip lightly, looking indifferent to Balm's appearance, "I'm gone, and I won't be back at night." ”

After saying that, Marcus kicked away the sofa that was in the way, and left the living room with a curse.

Xia Lan helped Balm to the sofa, reached out and patted him on the back, and the air flow in his body also adjusted as it entered the old man's body, until the old man's breathing became stable.

"Thank you, young master, for your help." After Balm returned to normal, he said to Xia Lan with a bitter face.

"It's nothing, you're an important person in Tirrant, and this little help is what I should do." Xia Lan stood aside and said softly.

"Alas—" Balm sighed deeply, and began to speak to himself, "it was Master Tirrant's father who took me in when I was destitute, and he was such a very good man, who not only taught me many things, but even introduced me to a beautiful wife, who sadly died after giving birth to my unfilial son...... Over the years, I have raised him alone, but I have been serving by my lord's side at that time, so I have taken a lot less care of Marcas, and the way he is now, I was also at fault back then......"

Balm said with a sad face: "After the accident, I was also sent away from the place I once missed, when I thought about taking good care of my son in the last time, who knew that he had completely changed his appearance, no matter how I disciplined him, there was no way, and even the valuable things in the family were sold by him one by one, and all the money obtained was used to squander and gamble with those friends who were not doing their jobs......"

"He doesn't know about Tirrant, does he?" Xia Lan asked suddenly.

"Of course—" Balm said with a shake in his spirit, "if that kid knows about this, the consequences will be absolutely unimaginable, so how can I let him know about it." ”

Xia Lan nodded and reminded: "You don't have to worry about the search outside now, as long as you don't have a bad spot here, there will be no accident in Tirrant." ”

"Thank you, young master, for your admonition, I will pay attention to Marcas."

It was clear that Balm knew from Charan's words what he was worried about.

"In that case, it's time for me to take my leave!"

……

After being sent out of the door by Balm, it was already dusk, the setting sun cast thousands of golden rays of light in his eyes, and the floating clouds were also dyed a faint crimson. Feeling one or two breaths locked, I thought that it should be the eldest prince's subordinates who monitored Tirrant, and sure enough, it was safe to control what was in his hands.

The Lanluo district is a short distance from the Golden Lady Orchid Hotel, and Xia Lan slowly walks through the gradually deserted streets, at this time, perhaps people are already immersed in eating, drinking, and laughing at dinner with their families.

He didn't have a home, maybe he had.

He didn't have a family, and maybe he did.

When the wind and rain fade away, stay for a short time, leave a little memory, the wind and rain rise again, and it is a new journey, and the past will also dissipate.

Wandering leisurely, before he knew it, Xia Lan walked to the Tiri district, and when he stopped here, he suddenly remembered someone.

Maxton quietly watched his three children enjoy a rich and delicious dinner in laughter, and he liked the happy smiles on their faces, like a ray of sunshine shining on the gloomy world inside him.

After the mysterious man left a bag of Kintor that night, Maxton sent most of the money to the relatives of his dead comrades, only in this way could he soothe his guilty heart, and the rest, he all improved the diet of his children, he wanted to see the healthy growth of his children more than anyone else, and he wanted to see the happy smiles of his children every day.

Of course, Maxton would never dare to disobey what the mysterious man had ordered, and it only took two days for him to hear from a drunken friend about the secrets that had happened on the third floor of the database.

He had hung the strip of white cloth in front of the window for many days, but the mysterious man had not come all these days, had he forgotten about it?

No, he won't.

So, Maxton can only wait, he desperately needs to completely break ties with that person, he needs to return to his former peaceful life......

Waiting is a torturous process, and during this time, he has even lost his food, he can't let go, he can't eat, just for the day of liberation to come.

"Looks like I've done what I told you?"

After pacifying the three children to sleep, Maxton lay on the bed, he didn't feel sleepy, just stared at the ceiling a little distracted, until a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, the whole person was suddenly shocked, he is coming!

Quickly turning over, he saw the man, still hidden in a dark robe like the night.

"Yes!" Maxton hurriedly whispered.

"What a surprise news." The man sat on the windowsill with a relaxed look, playing with the strip of white cloth that was used as a hint in his hand, "Tell me, what happened on the third floor of the military database that day. ”

"I heard a friend of the database talk about this after drinking, it seems that one night, the Kingdom Guard's people suddenly broke into the military database, as if they needed to find some important information, but after negotiating with the military department to no avail, the Kingdom Guard took a forcible measure to take away part of the files on the third layer of the database, and then everyone was given a gag order, and the events of that night must not be reported......"

"Kingdom Guard?" The man said with some surprise.

"Yes, I heard that there was a violent clash between the Kingdom Guard and the soldiers stationed at the military headquarters that night......" Maxton hurriedly explained.

"Good, good......" the man chuckled suddenly.

"My lord, since you already know about the events of that day, we won't have anything to do with it in the future, right?" Seeing this, Maxton took the opportunity to say.

"Don't worry, I won't show up again."

After speaking, the black-robed figure on the windowsill disappeared, leaving only the white cloth ribbon blown by the cold wind at night......