In the next second, Durin suddenly grabbed Cybre's wrist, grabbed the fork in his right hand and slammed it into his palm, and a faint "knock" could be heard, and the fork was already deep in the table.

Sebre was stunned for a second before he let out a terrible scream, allowing him to struggle, the fork not moving. At the same time, Dover and Ellith pulled out their pistols and restrained the men brought by Sebre. The sudden change stunned everyone present, and the waiter in the restaurant began to tremble, standing by the door and trying to go out but not daring to open the door, trembling.

Durin picked up a pure white napkin and slowly wiped the blood stains on his right hand, and put it on the corner of the table. He walked over to the nearby locker, grabbed a new fork, and returned to his seat, leaning forward as he continued to disassemble the steak on his plate. The steak is well grilled, six ripe, the appearance is already slightly crispy, you can see a touch of pink inside, the entrance is very tender, the taste is also very good, this hotel has a good chef.

Sebrai glanced at Dulin, who was eating seriously, and secretly stretched out his other hand to pull out the fork, but Dulin broke out again, pressed Sebre's other hand, and inserted the second fork into it.

His eyes spewed out a strong killing intent that made Sabre shiver. Finally, he snorted coldly, tidied up his clothes that had been messed up because he got up too quickly and moved too much, and sat back down. The grim expression on his face remained unchanged, and he placed another dinner knife in his right hand, replacing the role of a dinner fork.

Sabre didn't scream loudly this time, once a person is mentally prepared, he will naturally enhance his ability to bear people in the next encounter. He stared at Durin with a grim gaze, eager to turn into a beast and tear Durin to pieces. After living for so many years, when has he ever tried such suffering? Whether it was before or now, he is the respected "Monsieur Sabre" of the Guartes, a decent man with a head and a face!

At this time, it was already winter, and the beads of sweat on Sebre's face were rolling down, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moistened his somewhat torn throat, and looked at Durin with a fierce face, "Why, what did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me?!"

Ignoring him, Durin slipped the last piece of steak into his mouth and swallowed it, then took the napkin and wiped it to his lips and threw it on the table. Leaning back, with his legs crossed, he took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. The blue smoke rose in an indescribable beauty, and through this layer of smoke, the eyes of the two intersected. One is angry, frightened, cruel, the other is calm, but the murderous intent surges.

He sat slightly sideways, looking at Sebre calmly, unmoved by his angry roar.

After a long while, Durin flicked the ashes of his cigarette before he asked softly, "I know that many people think I'm foolish when they see my youthful appearance, and think that even if I see through it, they can fool me, and many people think so and do it, but I forgive them and send them to hell." ”

"Cybre, where are my people?"

Sebre endured the pain, his face turned slightly pale, and he still said the same as before, "They helped me make ...... in the North City"

Durin jerked to his feet again, grabbed the bottle of red wine from the table, leaned forward and smashed it against Sebre's head. The thick bottle cracked open with a click, dripping red wine all over his head and scratching his cheek with two shards of glass. Sebre's eyes instantly went black, all he could do was a buzzing sound, and everything in front of him turned into a ghost. He had a feeling of wanting to vomit, and his chest was a little dull, and it took him a while to recover.

In Sebre's view, Durin is the kind of rich kid with naïve fantasies, and he has no idea how difficult it is to elevate the status of the Guartes in this world, the kingdom of Guarte is dead, and there are no bullshit kings and gods to protect the Guartes. If the kings and the gods were really eternal, why did they ignore their children all these years? It was just a self-consoling lie of an ignorant fool, and it would be better to make a little more money with your feet on the ground than to fantasize about those unrealistic and ridiculous ideals?

Who can take care of other people in this era?

After Dürin's last departure, he invited the men who had stayed behind to a meal, and had people drink with the five young men at the dinner table. He just bullied those people for being young, and he hadn't seen much of the market, and soon drank too much in people's compliments.

Sabre hadn't figured out the details of Durin yet, so he didn't really dare to kill these five people, he tied them up at the beginning, imprisoned them in a warehouse in the suburbs, arranged for people to watch over there, gave them food and drink, and prevented them from dying. Then he found the leader of the local smuggling gang and said that he had some moonshine in his hands and was willing to sell it to this group of outlaws.

For the smuggling gang, this is what they do, although it is not clear what tricks Sebre wants to play, but if they don't take the money sent to the door like this, they are really sorry that they may eat the head of the gun at any time, and the two sides hit it off with hypocrisy. After seeing the mountain of moonshine that Sebre had stored in the dock warehouse, the leader of the smuggling gang, a guy named Jerez, immediately made up his mind and was willing to eat the goods at a relatively low price.

Jerez was thinking very simply, it was a windfall. They don't need to risk transporting wine from other places, and they can cash it in as soon as they change hands, isn't this the money they picked up?But at the same time, he also kept an eye on it, as a member of the bustling city of Montel, the underground world has long had its own territory, and the sudden appearance of a large number of moonshine shows that someone is invading the moonshine market in Montel.

This act was a provocation to Jerez and the rest of the smuggling gang, who, after buying Sabre's wine, made a request to know who was supplying him. How could this group of people who licked blood from the knife be able to deal with the past? He explained for a long time, not only did he not appease Jerez, but he almost started to do it, and in order to avoid his own suffering, Sebre handed over all five people in Durin's hands.

With that connection, Jerez decided that Sabre was "harmless" and that it was the moonshiner who wanted to invade the Montel market. He told Sebre that he could keep it when he gave him another drink, and then pass the news to him as soon as possible, and that he would come and meet the provocateur called Durin for a while, and let him know that some money was not so easy to take, and that it would kill people.

It's just that this request was agreed to by Sebre, but he did not carry it out. Whether Durin is really a smuggler, or a rich man's son, it is not something he can deal with. Rather than offend someone like Doolin who doesn't know the roots, it's better to fool Jerez over. After he made a few deals and had money, Jerez didn't dare to deal with him. When the time comes, if you can't leave Montel, where can you go and live comfortably with hundreds of thousands of dollars?

The idea was very good, he even thought of how to deal with Durin, but what he didn't expect was that Dulin looked young, but he was not a rookie who debuted, but a person!

Durin took off the cigarette in his mouth, reached out and extinguished the cigarette in the palm of Sabre's hand, he wrapped his mouth, and suddenly smiled, "Sebre, do you know?

Sabre's eyes widened suddenly, how could he not know about this custom? These customs have long been integrated with the myths and legends of the race, and have become the "education" that every Gualt must receive at a young age. His whole body began to tremble, and it was only then that he realized what a stupid thing he had done!

"No, no...... Listen to me, Mr. Doolin, ......," Sebre stood up in horror as he watched Doolin walk around the table to the door. He forgot that his hands were pinned to the table, and suddenly got up and pinned to the fork, and sat back down after another scream. Watching Du Lin do farther and farther, his heart became colder and colder.

In the Guarte tradition, all betrayers were skinned alive and then hung in the sun for three days. If the kings and the gods believed that the victim was innocent, they would spare him and let him live. If the victim is found guilty, the victim is killed for three days. Among the many rumors and real stories, many of the tortured people who were tried died in three days, and only one person has survived until now, and this person is only alive in the story, and no one knows who he really is.

The thought of being tortured and treated like this made Sabre's brain explode, he half-squatted, pushed the table and chased after Durin, loudly begging for Durin's forgiveness, at this time he seemed to finally remember to use honorifics on Durin, but at this point, it was useless, no one could save him!

Seeing that Sebre was about to catch up with Doolin, Dover rushed over and kicked the table, and Sebre let out a terrible cry again.

Durin walked to the door and stopped looking at the three compatriots who were being pointed at guns by Ellis, who did not dare to make any moves.

"Remember, the first kings and the gods are eternal, and as long as there are any descendants in this world who have the blood of the first kings flowing in their blood, they will never be destroyed!", he smiled, "The rest of the way, you can choose for yourself, I don't like to help people make decisions, that's a very cruel thing." As he spoke, he pushed the door and walked out, and there were already several hotel managers outside the door, and the screams of Sabre had already alarmed them, but they did not dare to enter.

Montel is a very "free" city, and freedom also represents danger. When Durin came out, they glanced at Sebre, who was lying on his back on the ground and hugging the table, relieved that as long as there were no dead people.

Du Lin took out a few 20 yuan bills, randomly drew about a hundred yuan, and stuffed them into the hand of the hotel staff member wearing a formal dress and a name tag, "I'm sorry, something unpleasant happened during the meal, and the money will be used as compensation, sorry!"

He touched the brim of his hat, and the hotel management squeezed out a friendly smile and bent over, and personally followed Durin to see him off, and even called a car.