Section 151 Pseudo-theft
(6.1 First Update)
A vague figure loomed in the dark corner, rubbing his palms to create a cold cold.
The deacon hurried to the open window, the isolated area was more likely to raise the temperature, and the swirling air currents began to circulate the panic of everyone present, and Vic was no exception.
"Count Bell, long time no see!"
The long interval of pleasantries, some bleak strangeness, almost forgot the similar tone, the only recognizable was the thick local accent, locked in the new noble faction of the country of Cologne.
After taking off the mask, his vision is wide enough, but it is a young face that is unfamiliar and cannot match the correction of memory. I glanced at Connie, who was soothing a palpitating Payne and didn't provide enough detailed information.
"Yes! The only time we met, when the Count was a baby lying in swaddling clothes. β
"It's almost ancient history, and nostalgia is a long journey I hate!"
My short, straightforward words rejected the young man's flattering courtesy, and in some frustration, he folded away his arms and embraced, and his slender fingers were inserted back into the pockets reserved for his jacket.
Smelling the reversal of the situation, Payne pushed the crowd in the front row to squeeze through the tight gaps, pulling Mr. Vic and blocking the young man's way forward.
"I think naΓ―ve is more suitable for stupid people, like you!"
Vic didn't stop the arrogant Payne, and the young man just sneered.
"Oh, I'd like to hear what you have to say, but hopefully it's not your far-fetched weaving!"
"Put away that set of tricks that are contrary to the yang and the yin, in my eyes, you are already a transparent person who has been completely seen through! Now that you have heard of the Earl of Bell, and you are still unashamedly contemptuous, I have not been able to think of a more mature word to describe it on that basis! β
Payne's sharp counterattack exceeded my expectations, and killing with a knife was also a sublimated wisdom.
The young man dragged his chin and hesitated for an appropriate countermeasure, needing to re-summarize the smooth words.
"Eh, since it was your forced request, I can only spit on my own face, but there is one thing I still want to deny, I have no intention of belittling the earl, maybe it is just a deviation from intimacy, causing some avoidable misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? Are you mocking my extreme IQ? Coercion and temptation to gather top people from all channels here, and then torture and abuse, is it all an ambiguity in my understanding? β
Payne looked down at the brawning audience, unwilling to give the young man almost any excuse, and then the finished stubble was implanted with some long-winded intimidation.
"In addition, General Vic's strength has just been verified, trying to pretend to be a funny god on his territory, you still obediently admit your mistake, and maybe keep the body intact!"
Inadvertently, Vic straightened his chest and proudly wore his long flowing hair.
"Excuse me, has your drug been extended beyond the time limit of hyperactivity?"
The young man grabbed Payne's clenched fingers, his sharp nails stinging the weakened nerves, and finally eradicated the paralyzing resistance, and the shaking palms began to bloom, sprinkling milky white pollen.
"Bastard!"
Angry and frustrated can easily trigger a wave of anger, the violent Payne completely collapses, the negative effects of the forbidden drugs kick in, and the out-of-control emotions inspire deranged laughter, tugging at the carpet, lifting the idle chair, and tearing intact pieces of wood into loose sawdust.
"Come on, the duel of fate, only the only survivor is allowed, and that is me!"
His soft feet could only spin in place, but the arrogant declaration of war threw himself on the empty steps, and finally fainted on the cold ground after the fierce exercise.
Connie shyly rushed out of the crowd, bumped into the young man's shoulder in a panic, turned around in a hurry to apologize, and slid down the young man with a slippery step, which was simply a model of a clumsy and beautiful woman.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me for my stupidity, I'm Payne's custodial partner, and I beg your forgiveness for his shameless behavior that he was induced to do! Please! β
Connie stood up and bowed at a right angle to apologize to the youth, his sincerity showing no misconception.
The young man who was suddenly attacked also stood up slowly, reproached the woman for violating the etiquette of a gentleman, and nodded respectfully.
"It doesn't matter, as a victim, Mr. Payne deserves more sympathy. Guard, send Mr. Payne to the carriage home, even if he is sober, he can only cause chaos. β
Two dark shadows flickered from the steps, dragging Payne's arm, pulling a stimulating noise on the broken fur carpet and throwing it into the pouring rain. Just a few seconds after the wooden door opened and closed, a biting chill rushed into the room, continuing to lower the temperature of the atmosphere.
Connie turned to leave, her light steps seemed to be badly injured by the fall, and she staggered out the door with her bulky body moving slowly.
Xiao Yi, who witnessed the process, was a little confused, and the silent detention and high-profile pity left would actually be the latter's decision. Pulling my arm, relying on the lonely forces that have been broken, the world made up of only the two of me.
"Next up is Mr. Vic!"
The nomination urged by the youth did not cause Vic to panic, even if he was a bully, he was the only strong man in the kingdom he ruled.
And the army hidden in the neighborhood at any time, even if it is a weak motley system, occupies an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
"Do you want to revisit my compassionate cover-up? Then I refuse to provide any confession. β
Vic ruffled his somewhat messy hair, and his disdain for youth was even more of his attitude.
"No, the misunderstanding at the scene tonight is only a fantasy of Mr. Payne's suspicions, about your prestige, I naturally don't dare to spy on it without permission, and the earl, you are all people I respect."
The black shadow who had completed the consignment work was washed away by the rain and walked a little staggeringly, and it was difficult to walk back to the original position.
"Ahem, I don't have any good feelings for you, and I even have some irritable annoyance, and the content of the threatening letter is not as amiable as you are now."
In the face of doubts, the young man relaxed his nervous breath a little, and avoided the theme of extraneous branches, which was the core link that he was unwilling to give up.
"The Earl still has a grudge! As the original letter goes, I am the Minister of the Kingdom of Cologne! β
When the sensitive three words were spoken, the uneasiness on the scene began to evolve into riots, and the area was once again reduced to unite in a tenacious resistance.
"As for my true identity, the Earl has probably made some estimates, and he will definitely find some tricky clues, which are the aura that was passively granted to me."
The mystery deliberately bypassed by the young man was tormenting the audience's hanging state of mind, and some slight discussions began to increase the rather cold aura of the scene.
"To be able to arrest the heir to the earl without scrutiny is perhaps only the best of the royal family. Although that is a fact that I am unwilling to accept, I must not violate the established rules, otherwise I will be punished more severely! β
My revelation went beyond all the boundaries of discussion, and even Vic expressed surprise with the change in his face.
The young man followed the trend with a proud self-confidence and snapped his fingers in the humid air.
"The speculation brought in by the sense of rhythm is always flawless. I am the prince canonized by King Tucker, Rahan. β
"I'm very sorry, I don't know much about the composition of the royal family, and proof of authenticity is also necessary."
The young man laughed coldly, this time it was an extended breath, like a preparation to conceal a secret.
"Hmph, didn't the Count recognize the imprint on the envelope? That's the proof of that! β
Xiao Yi took out the envelope he was carrying with him and handed it to me, and it was perfectly split and folded to create a clear image, which was the familiar lion, showing it to the curious audience.
"No, if it's a lion that symbolizes a prince, it seems funny to have a short tail!"
"Well, that's true! Is this a forged lion? β
"yes, there's obviously a piece missing at the end!"
Under the scrutiny of everyone, there was indeed a trace of an obvious mistake, which was a hunted severe-tailed lion cub.
"This young man, the crime of impersonating the royal family is a heavy responsibility that you can't afford! I will also represent the country of Turan and sanction the existence of spies! β
Vic is very dissatisfied with being tricked, and he always complains when he expects it to come to naught, and scapegoating is also essential.
"Impossible, it must be the result of being corroded by the air flow, if it is the original seal, it can be proved!"
The young man figured out his cuffs, tossing from side to side but failed to find any physical evidence, and some embarrassing sweat actually began to bubble up, and soon rose into a white mist-like gas.
The deacon also opened a wooden box, but could only find the same answer.
"Where's my seal? You're all looking for me, you must find it! β
The black shadow who received the command lay on the ground, carefully searching every inch of the open space, and even some curious spectators joined the treasure hunt.
"Young man, I hope your reply to me is not an apologetic fool, my army does not like gray cold humor! Three minutes is your maximum deadline! β
The long process made Vic a little impatient, and three minutes of empty range was already a handout.
The young man suddenly stopped his busy fingers, recalled some inconspicuous details, and suddenly opened his mouth in realization, and questioned his rough hands with incredible eyes.
"It's her!" (To be continued.) )