"What are you going to do?" Graves placed a slightly soothing glass of ale in front of Chen Senran, and he knew that Chen Senran was not suitable for something too shocking right now.

He saw his ...... Saddened?

The night was deep, the rain was still falling, and the whole liquor and gunpowder guests were already sparse, and they sat in a corner with a dreary atmosphere.

"I'm not going to do that." Chen Senran shook his head and picked up the glass of ale, but instead of drinking it, he put it in front of his blindfold as if he could see it.

It's like looking at the bubbles rising in the wine.

He really wasn't going to do anything.

What else can be done? Why don't you rush to Miss Anne's house now, and shout at her, why are you going to kill me?

No kidding, a blind man can't even see each other's faces.

What's more, he had no idea how many enemies there were still hiding in the shadows.

He didn't remember anything, and after this incident, he only knew that he had learned one thing, and he, in the past, seemed to have many enemies.

Even if he had the ability to touch the ...... named Annie now Girl?

He can't do that at all, he can't startle the snake, he's not strong enough right now, he needs to build up his strength, and when he is strong enough to stand on Blue Flame Island one day, he can look for the answer of who I am without any scruples.

Although, he was almost crazy now, trying to question the girl.

"Okay, do you want me to send you back?" Graves nodded and glanced out the rain-soaked window.

"No, I don't." Chen Senran shook his head and stood up, "You watch that guy closely." ”

"Understood." Graves also stood up, making a gesture of send-off.

"Sit down." Chen Senran began to walk out, "By the way, there is still that doctor......

His last sentence was said quietly.

"I'll take care of it." Graves knew what he meant.

"See you tomorrow." Chen Senran pushed the door open.

"See you tomorrow."

And almost when Chen Senran pushed open the door and left. A place across the wall.

Fight Club, a place of fighting with bottles, a place where blood and sweat meet.

"I'm sorry, Miss Anne." The masked Fick shook his head regretfully, looking at the delicate-looking but sad-looking girl and her housekeeper in front of him, "I still don't have any news about Taylor. ”

He's really sorry. He's been searching for three months, and he's arguably the most well-informed news monger in all of Bilgewater, but he hasn't even gotten a bit.

This is not only a shame for him, but also a dereliction of responsibility.

After all, the missing person is Taylor, the spiritual leader of the entire Fight Club, and as the head of the Blue Flame Island branch of the Fight Club, he is fully responsible for finding the leader.

Yes, he loved this organization, and the first day he joined this organization, he fell in love with this organization full of male hormones and blood, and he really loved it. Completely different from a lot of disloyalists who just sneak in to get more information, yes, the disloyalist, his collective name for those guys who don't have the blood and the original dreams, he is wholeheartedly one with this organization, so he also worships that founder, Taylor.

So when he received this order from the headquarters of the War College, he promised to complete it within three days.

But now......

Three days......

It's been more than three months.

"It's okay." The girl smiled and shook her head. "I'm sure he's still alive, somewhere in the world. Sooner or later, we'll see you again. ”

"Yes, you're right, he must still be alive." The masked Fick nodded, and he didn't know how to comfort the girl in front of him, "Oh." By the way, I almost forgot one thing, Miss Anne, someone is looking into you. ”

"Investigate us?" Anne was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the housekeeper Lao Du on the side. "We are not ......"

"What do you mean?" Lao Du frowned.

"That's right, someone came to me today and asked me who was looking for Taylor." The masked Fick immediately explained, "That man is the boss's godson, Graves, and I guess he was instructed by someone else, as he just worked with the third mate of the Abyss yesterday. ”

"The Abyss?" Anne looked confused, she couldn't remember when she had dealt with the ship.

"Planck's ship?" Lao Du probably did some Bilgewater homework.

"That's right, Planck, the King of Pirates, I guess he's looking into you, and I don't know why. But......" the masked Fick waved his hand to show that it was okay, "I didn't tell him you, I only told him the address of the group of Noxians who came to me to buy news the other day. ”

"Noxians?" Hearing this name, Anne's little face instantly turned cold, and her eyes began to flow with a flame-like light.

"That's right, oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. But, rest assured, I have just received the news that the gang had just gone to assassinate the Ionians, and they were all dead. The masked Fick waved his hand again, signaling reassurance.

"Okay." Anne was quiet again when she heard this, and she didn't want to hear anything but the man's news now.

"So, take your leave." She waved her hand a little tiredly.

In the eighth minute after Chen Senran left.

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"You are responsible for this."

In the candle-lit Bilgewater reception center, in the old hall with the remnant of the sea god, the young Kenan looked at the old man in front of him and said in a cold tone.

"We're really sorry." Father Ferguson apologized helplessly, "It's our dereliction of duty, I promise that this kind of thing will never happen in the future, Elder Rogge has nothing to do, right?" I really don't want this to affect our alliance. ”

"Sending off guests." Kenan didn't answer a single question, turned and began to walk inside.

"Please." A ninja wrapped in darkness stretched out a hand and pointed out the dark door in the pouring rain.

It is completely impossible to distinguish which side is the master and which side is the guest.

"Let's go." Ferguson forced a smile and walked out.

Almost as soon as he stepped out the door, his face collapsed.

"Damn the Ionians, if it weren't for ......," he muttered to himself grimly, "who's on duty today?" ”

"Your Excellency, it's Baal." The guard on the side replied cautiously.

"I heard he didn't even move?" Ferguson's face was colder, colder than the wind and rain of the whole night.

“…… Yes. The guard was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't resist the pressure and replied.

"Hmph-" (To be continued......)

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