Chapter 46: The Crazy Ticket (15)
It wasn't until Jerry was coerced into the chamber that he discovered that the Grey Hat he had been in for decades still had such a place.
In the same way, when he saw Morabi who appeared here, his heart was half cold.
That terrible conjecture is becoming a reality.
What was Tom's last word to me?
"Good luck, my brother."
Ha, that's good luck.
"Your name is Jerry, isn't it?"
The director of the shining gold coin, or the unknown "gray hat", asked.
Jerry craned his neck and didn't speak. His hands were locked behind him by the yellow-skinned goblins, as if they were being clawed by iron tongs. Seeing that he didn't move, the goblin kicked him in the knee, causing him to fall to his knees.
He looked up and looked at Moraby's fat face.
"You and Vincent went to a place, didn't they?"
"How?"
Jerry said lightly, trying his best to drag his time to think about what to do, and at the same time keep himself from showing fear.
"Tell me what you saw there."
Jerry noticed that the fat on Moraby's face was trembling, and it seemed to hide a deep ...... Fear.
What could make him so frightened?
Gondor? It's possible.
"Isn't that a bounty hunter, Director Moraby?" He said expressionlessly.
Then Morabi sneered and grabbed him by the hair.
"Little Jerry, I hope you can cooperate a little. While this won't keep you alive, it will reduce your suffering. β
He let go of his hand and manipulated the elemental to condense into a thin layer of ice in the air, hovering near Jerry's forehead.
"It's going to cut into your skin and then go all over your body under my control and peel off a whole piece of skin."
Not Gondor? So what is he afraid of?
Jerry's mind was spinning.
Wait a minute......
It seems that the previous speculation that "Morabi replaced Spike and became the new Grey Hat" has been validated, which means that the old dog has long since died - the number of goblins with yellow and green skin from the Grey Hat has started to grow at that time.
And it's not Gondor he's afraid of, and it's even likely that Gondor helped him kill Spike, just like they made up this lie......
Soβ
Who is it about the ashes that makes him so frightened, even trying to extract information from himself?
Ashes...... Lord Glazer?!
This also explains why I saw that damn soul grabber in "stuffed deer ears"!
It was Glazer who killed Gondor to protect him! It's right in the alley at the door of the Shining Gold Coins! But Gondor left a scent mark on Glazer before he died, so his party would follow!
So it was also the Glazer who killed those three daredevils!
The ashes that Bald Lake brought back were Gondor's corpse, which is why Morabi was so afraid!
All problems are solved, just like a large piece of leather pulled out of the blockage of a blocked river, and the turbulent current instantly breaks through the water fence and pours for thousands of miles. His mind flowed as smoothly as the River Styx that flowed into Nilverheim to drink water.
So what should I say now to save my life?
β¦β¦
Morabi didn't wait for a response for a long time, and the gloom in his heart became a little more gloomy.
But the other party's expression was always calm, and even now there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made him a little apprehensive.
Why did the weakest thief survive?
Just as he was thinking nonsense, Jerry suddenly spoke.
"Your Excellency Moraby, I want to ask you a question, if you answer truthfully, then I will tell you the truth, if you choose to conceal it, then whatever you do, I will not say a word again."
Morabi snorted disdainfully, and was about to make a move, when he heard a name from the other party.
"Glazer."
Bone-chilling ice chips had cut into the skin of Jerry's forehead, blood sliding down his cheeks.
Then stopped.
"What's the problem?"
Morabi's reluctant voice came. Jerry breathed a sigh of relief, but the expression on his face remained the same.
The pain in his forehead made him more conscious.
"When did the old dog die, I want a specific date."
Morabi frowned, he didn't understand the other party's intentions.
As if sensing his confusion, Jerry took the initiative to explain, "Tom, and Spike are from the same place. I wish I could pray for him, that his soul would sink into Niverheim, that is our tradition. β
"Seven years ago, February 17."
Really! Jerry was even more firm in his previous suspicions.
"The three of them died at the hands of Lord Glazer, Your Excellency. In fact, the four of us went in together, but only I survived at some cost. β
Morabi couldn't help but shudder.
"At what cost?"
"Freedom for me and Tom." Jerry stared at him. "In front of Lord Glazer, that's the only thing we can handle."
"Tom? Who's that? β
"Do you remember the commissions that the two of us executed before? Following a wizard named Mu Yan, you should be very clear about his identity, he is the junior of Lord Glazer. β
Without waiting for Morabi to answer, he continued. "Unfortunately, he found out about the track, and even Master Glazer didn't make a move, and we knew who we were up against, and we chose to hide that defeat.
"And this time, the clue points to the 'Plush Deer Ear' Hotel, where Mr. Mu Yan happens to be." He laughed at himself: "If I had known the truth beforehand, I would not have participated." β
"You lie, how can you be favored by the Glazer with such trash?"
"You're right, Lord Moraby." Jerry sneered: "Even if you are a good character, Lord Glazer may not be able to look down on him, but he also has a junior, isn't he, so the current master of Tom and I is His Excellency Mu Yan." β
Morabi reached out and grabbed his neck, the fat on his cheeks trembling with anger.
"You're trying to piss me off, mongrel! Why didn't you say that in the first place? β
"Because you killed Spike!"
Jerry's face flushed, but he still shouted angrily.
He stared at Moraby, his eyes filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.
About 90% of it is faked, but there is a little bit of anger.
As he said, he, Tom, and Spike are from the same place, we all knew each other when we were children, and then we had different experiences, different circumstances, and time has passed, and it may seem to Spike, who became the "Grey Hat Lord" early, that friendship has long since disappeared, but he and Tom always think about this old man.
Obviously, this works.
Morabi glanced at the yellow-skinned goblin, who nodded at him, confirming that Jerry was not lying about this.
"Do you think I can't do anything about you?"
Hearing this, Jerry laughed and said, "Your Excellency Moraby, did I say that I wanted to leave alive?" Hurry up, I'm looking forward to seeing you in Nilferheim. β
"Stupid." Morabi cursed, then approached him with a sinister grin.
"Do you think I'm as stupid as you are? Enraged by this tactic? Or do you think I can't deal with you? β
As he spoke, one of Jerry's ears fell to the ground, and he immediately bled profusely. His hand was so crushed by the yellow-skinned goblin that he couldn't even cover his wounds.
The severe pain made his vision blurry, as if he could not maintain the balance of his body, and the yellow-skinned goblin had to stretch out two hands to support him.
"Don't look down on yourself, as long as you don't make a fuss, no one will stand up for a piece of garbage." Moraby's voice came again, and for the first time, Jerry noticed that the bloated director was a little perverted.
"What's more, he only knows that this thing was done by the Grey Hat, but who knows that the 'Grey Hat' is me?"
With that, he stood up and waved his hand.
"Pack up his belongings, put them in the dungeon, and bring the one named Tom with him by the way, maybe it will come in handy later."
"Yes, Lord Grey Hat."
The goblin dragged Jerry away.
Morabi hesitated, and finally sent a message to Carboley.
After doing all this, he lay limply on the couch like a deflated ball, and the face of Glazer kept coming to mind.
"Why aren't you dead yet, old thing!" He said indignantly.
In Ember Manor, the old man who was making the cake suddenly sneezed, and for a moment the flour was blown everywhere.
"Oops...... Old, old. β
Glazer sighed.
β¦β¦
In the dungeon, the yellow-skinned goblin stripped Jerry of all his clothes, rings and jewelry, leaving only a pair of shorts.
When he was about to leave, he realized that his beautiful shoes were stained with the other party's blood.
"Damn it."
He muttered as he wiped his boots with Jerry's clothes, but the sticky blood stains were as clean as dark chocolate stains on linen. That's when Jerry's shoes came into view.
Although Jerry is human, he is short in stature, similar to him, and his feet are about the same size.
"Ha, thanks for the shoes."
The yellow-skinned goblin put on beautiful new shoes and expertly performed an impromptu tap dance, then left Jerry in a coma.
At the same time, two uninvited guests came to the vineyard twenty miles outside the city of Hosdy, that is, on the estate of Carbole.
A man and a woman, the man was strong and the woman was petite, and the two walked briskly across the wide meadow and stood at the gate of the castle.
"Kabolai, get down for the old lady!"
The woman shouted.
Without a doubt, this is Miss Sweet, who loves baking and sweets.
"Selvi, be quiet."
Mika frowned disgruntly.
He straightened his bow tie, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Come down and talk, Kabole, I know you're there." β
About five minutes passed, and no one cared for it, not even a butler who opened the door. The scene was very awkward at one point, and it took a lot of effort for Sweete to hold back her laughter.
Mika's eyes were slightly closed, and her chest was hunched together.
When the five minutes were up, he strode forward like a wild horse, and when he almost reached the base of the wall, his steps were steady, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he slammed the pestle against the wall with a low cry.
The earth seemed to tremble, and several cobweb-like cracks spread along the spot where he hit.
"Click-bang"
The stone walls cracked and then collapsed, as if in a chain reaction, and the castle collapsed a whole small wall.
"Kabolai, if you don't come out again, don't blame me for demolishing your house!!"
Mika stepped on the ruins all the way to the top of the building, shouting below. Voices reverberated back and forth in the empty courtyard.
Spike is the name of the dog in Cat and Mouse - look, you never cared about that dog, only I knew that through Baidu. [Omittedββ