Then, Nisippi glanced around Les and said, "But what charm do you think you have to attract other girls?" What does it look like? Wealth? Status? To tell you the truth, you're so good-looking, and if you're really good-looking, you're still a bachelor in your thirties, and your wealth and status have nothing to do with bounty hunters like us. To put it nicely, our profession is relatively free and able to act autonomously; To put it mildly, there is no future, and even legitimate professions are subject to many restrictions and discrimination by the Navy. What's more, the most important point is strength, do you think you have any strength? Your strength is only about par with mine, and the only thing that makes sense is that marksmanship, but marksmanship has a fart in this great route. ”

Nisippi counted them down unceremoniously, but Les listened silently, because Nisibi was not wrong, and he should have said that he was too right.

Les replied unconvinced, "No matter what, it's better than you." But he changed the subject and said, "But what do you say this has to do with that girl?" ”

Nisibi made another gesture and smiled lewdly.

Les understood what he meant, and painantly pulled a few Baileys out of his pocket and handed them to Nissibi.

Nisibi looked at her face with a look of dissatisfaction.

"It's a little bit of a few."

Les frowned, and said in an unkind tone: "I don't have so much money for you to squander, either take the money and say it, or pay it back and get out." ”

"Shh Nisibi made a smacking sound and said with a smile: "But now there is a little white face next to Miss Wednesday, looking at him about the same age, are you willing?" ”

"Cut, in this place, the little white face can't survive, and when the pirates come a few more times, their death will basically be confirmed, so they don't have to care about him at all." Although Les said that he didn't care, his eyes betrayed him.

Nisibi saw it, and was not nervous, reluctant to make a small amount of money without making a lot of money, and pushed the money back in his hand.

"Since you say so, then I also want to see if a girl and a boy stay together, whether there will be sparks and collisions, maybe in a year and a half there will be even a baby. It's a beautiful scene..."

Nisippi made a gesture and walked out the door.

"Wait!" Les stopped him with his hand.

Nisibi turned around, walked over, and said with a slight smile, "What? Changed your mind? ”

Les frowned and said, "You talk about it first, otherwise you are a virtuous fellow with those noble merchants." ”

"Do you mean I have an aristocratic temperament?" Nixibi asked.

"You have the temperament of a fart, if you have the temperament of a scoundrel, I'm talking about the virtue of greedy for money, the virtue of a vampire, and the money that swallows your hands, I guess there is no reason to come back."

Nisibi smirked and said, "Do you think there's anything about you that attracts this girl?" ”

"A sense of security."

"Tell the truth."

"Cut, no."

"That's not it, it's not soft enough, it's hard one."

Les asked in amazement, "Hard?" Is it strong? ”

"Are you a man or not, how many families were born here like this, this is not a good place in the first place."

"But... Although Wednesday seems to be a weak girl, she is a mid-level agent of the Baroque work club, do you think someone who is nothing can be an agent? ”

Les's concern was not that it was immoral, but that he was worried that Wednesday's strength was not something he could handle.

"At this point, I have been prepared for a long time, you only need to pay enough price, and I will help you find someone, not only to help you cope but also to help you control the wind, right? Hey, hey.." Nisibi smiled in a way that only men could understand.

"That's... All right. Les ate and finally agreed to the request. It's just how much Bailey is needed? ”

"That's easy to say."

Nisippi approached Less, reached into Les's closet, grabbed his other hand, and followed his hand to untie a bag bound with silk threads, and pulled it out.

"It's better for me to help you get the pain than if you continue to have pain there."

During the conversation just now, Nisippi had already noticed that Les had been putting his hand in the wardrobe, which seemed to be a personal habit, but when he talked about this topic, he believed that Les was moved but heartbroken, so he put his arm on Bailey and hesitated.

Les finally closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, acquiescing.

"So when will you do it?"

"Tonight, when another group of pirates comes in, and everyone is busy with pirates, it is the best time. Then I will lead the others away, and you will take the people I beckoned to do what you want. ”

Les nodded, "I hope you don't lie to me, or you'll know that my gun isn't vegetarian." ”

At this moment, Les's muzzle was clenched through his other arm, aimed at Nissibi's waist. In addition to pulling out the purse with one hand, Nisibi also holds a dagger in the other, waiting for the moment that may come at any time.

However, it all ended with the "peaceful" deal.

Les withdrew the gun, while Nisippi withdrew the dagger.

"Don't worry, although I'm a little greedy for money, my reputation is still good."

……

On the other side, in a quaint cottage.

The house is small and made of wooden planks, and you can see signs of cracking of the planks everywhere, which makes you wonder how long the planks will last.

There isn't much to be done in this house, except for some daily necessities, there is only a bed, but it is quaint and quaint, ignoring the cracked planks, it still feels very neat.

This is Miss. Wednesday's bedroom and her boudoir.

At this moment, on her bed, the person lying on her bed was not her, but a white-haired teenager.

The young man's eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the undulating snort, the pale and bloodless appearance made people think that he was dead.

The slender body, with a huge scar on the face, straddles the left cheek, from the chin to the face, and will skip the eye, only a centimeter or two, and it is conceivable that this eye will not be saved.

Outside the room, there was a sound.

"Your Highness the Princess!" Ikalem looked in a hurry, but he remembered to keep his voice low, which was a bit strange.

And in his mouth, Her Royal Highness the Princess, that is, Miss Wednesday in the mouth of outsiders, laughed.

"Ikalem, it's strange that you're like this."

"It's not a strange question! Your Royal Highness, Princess, you must not let a teenager live in your boudoir! This will have an impact on your reputation! ”